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dandylovesturtles · 8 months ago

Note

Using a random number generator for the angst prompts: 20 Starved + 30 Dangerous Temperatures

... and Leo, of course.

OH GOD OK

uh so. I had an idea. and I decided to write it for this ask I got forever ago. And then, uh.

it really

really got out of hand.

This is a pretty dark fic (even for me) and at the current moment in time it is hurt/no comfort. I do intend to write a part 2, probably tomorrow, but as of the time I'm typing this author's note I've been writing for around 5+ hours straight and I need to take a break! So please, if you don't want to read all this without the comfort included, feel free to wait for the next part before reading! I'll link it and the end once it's posted.

Content warnings: Kidnapping, confinement, psychological torture, nonconsensual voyeurism (I guess this is the best way to put this; Leo isn't doing anything sexual but it's still violating), mild violence, HEAVY ANGST, Leo just having the shittiest time possible.

I HOPE?? YOU ENJOY??? hahahaha....

btw this is set between S2 and the movie (though tbh its canon compliance is... /waves hand)

-----

When Leo imagined himself getting captured by some kind of shady, quasi-governmental agency intent on imprisoning mutants, it was never anything like this.

When he let his mind go there, he always pictured that he would be strapped to a table. Maybe muzzled. That scientists would stand over him, scalpels and drills in hand, and start to take him apart. That they'd examine him piece by piece, and wouldn't give him any anesthesia while they did it.

But there is no table, no muzzle, no restraints at all. He's just in a room.

Well, a cell, technically - the steel door is locked, and there are no windows, no furniture but a bare cot in one corner and a lone toilet in another. But it doesn't really look like a cell. It looks like a room.

A very, very white room. White walls. White ceiling. White tiles (with white grout, even). The toilet is white, a roll of white toilet paper on the floor next to it. The only things that aren't white are the cot and the door and Leo himself.

They took his gear and his weapons, because of course they did. Since the door is steel, he already knows he's not breaking it down; he gives it a half-hearted slam anyway, just to say he tried. He should be able to just portal out, except he hasn't learned how to use his portals without his swords to channel his ninpo through, and there's nothing in here with him that he can use to make new ones.

So he's stuck. He's going to have to wait until someone opens that door for some reason. Or, of course, until his family swings by to pick him up. Though, if possible, he'd like to escape before that happens. The image in his mind, of sitting outside his cell and grinning at them as they arrive to rescue him, is too cool to pass up.

He's not sure how long it's been already. He knows that they knocked him out after ambushing him, and he doesn't know how long he was unconscious. The heavy molasses feel of his head and arms when he woke up suggests that he was drugged. It's wearing off now, though, which means he has a clear head to take in the all of nothing that's in the room with him.

He sits on the cot he woke up on and waits for something to happen.

There's no way for him to tell time, but he thinks it's an hour or so later when there's a sudden beep, and then the sound of a metal panel sliding up. It's a slot near the door that has just opened - inside the revealed alcove is a bottle of water.

He comes to it curiously, taking a long look around the bottle. The slot doesn't open straight through, and even if it did, it's not big enough for anything more than his arm or a foot to fit through. He thinks it must function like an airlock, or maybe they slid the bottle down from somewhere above - he feels around just in case, and finds that the slot is enclosed on all sides but his. Probably his airlock theory, then.

As soon as he removes the bottle, the panel slams shut again.

"You're really determined to keep me in here, huh?" he says to whatever hidden cameras are watching him. He carries the water bottle back to his cot, but doesn't open it, instead setting it down on the floor by the wall. The paranoid part of his brain, the one that doesn't miss a trick, is reminding him that drinking the water is probably a bad idea. Who knows what they might have put in it?

He sits on the cot for awhile longer. Still, nothing happens.

"I'm getting pretty bored in here," he says for the audience that must be somewhere. "Come on, you have a one of a kind turtle in here, and you don't even want to talk to me?"

Time passes, slow and quiet. Leo goes through periods where his anxiety spikes and he starts to wonder if he's been abandoned by whoever brought him here, before the boredom eventually numbs the anxiety back out. Another bottle of water is eventually delivered, and this one he keeps in his hands after retrieving it. It's completely unlabeled, not even a "Use by" date printed on the bottle itself, so it doesn't provide much mental stimulation. He spins the bottle to make little whirlpools inside, because it's something to do.

He's trying to make the fastest whirlpool he can when he hears a sudden click, different from the beep of the water bottle hole, and he looks up just in time to see a large section of the wall in front of him turn black, and then light up to show the room beyond his cell.

He jolts, setting the bottle aside. He knew they must be watching him, but somehow he didn't catch that part of the wall was a whole window.

His audience isn't very large - five people, unless there are others he can't see. Two wear lab coats, two wear fatigues... but the one who comes to stand directly in front of the window is wearing a black suit, with steel rimmed glasses. He leans forward, and speaks into a small microphone.

"Inmate 24365," says the suited man. "I am Agent Bishop, of the Earth Protection Force. My subordinates tell me that you can speak and understand the English language. Is this correct?"

"Qué?" Leo asks.

Bishop does not look amused. "Inmate 24365," he says, "you have two options. You can cooperate with me, answer my questions, and we will make your stay here more comfortable. Do not cooperate, and we will make your stay uncomfortable. Do you understand?"

Leo pretends to hem and haw over this. "How comfortable are we talkin'?"

"I'm sure you would like some dinner."

"You know, I'm not really hungry." He says it to be difficult, but it's actually true - the uncertainty of the situation has put his stomach in too many knots to want to eat anything. "Maybe if you offer me some comic books? Or a TV?

To Bishop's credit, his face doesn't so much as twitch. He keeps his steely eyes locked on Leo. "Answer our questions, and you will receive food. Do you understand?"

Leo stays noncommittal. "What are the questions?"

He's expecting Bishop to ask about his family. He's not expecting what comes next.

"How many gateways are there between New York City and the hidden yokai enclave?" he asks. "How are these gateways accessed? What kind of defensive capabilities do the yokai have?"

Leo keeps the surprise off his face. Bishop thinks he's a yokai.

This is, overall, a good development. Bishop might not know about Leo's family, then, or at least not know that they live on the surface. This means the Earth Protection Force likely isn't pursuing his brothers, which means they will be safe until they can help Leo get out of here.

He doesn't let the relief show through, either. Bishop doesn't know anything, and now Leo just has to ride out the next few hours until the calvary arrives.

"You know," he says, "I think I'm good with my current levels of comfort."

If Bishop is mad or frustrated or dismayed by this choice, he doesn't show it. His expression stays stony as he stares in at Leo, sizing him up.

"Very well," he says after a few more seconds. "I will see you tomorrow, then."

The window goes dark, and then turns stark white to match the walls. Leo wants to go over and tap at it, see if it feels different when he touches it, but knowing that Bishop is surely still there, watching him, keeps him rooted to the cot.

He goes back to making whirlpools with the bottle. If they aren't going to entertain him, he isn't going to entertain them, either.

-----

Another water bottle comes some time after his talk with Bishop. He finally opens this one and takes a cautious sip. Nothing tastes off or strange, so he drinks more. They don't want to feed him, but they're fine keeping him hydrated. No reason to stay thirsty, then.

He wishes the water calmed the anxiety still roiling in his stomach, but if anything it just makes him feel even more energized. He bounces his foot and surveys his room again, looking for any weak spots or access points. He can't see anything, though, other than the areas where he knows the water bottle hole and window are; even the vents that relentlessly blow cold air into the room are well hidden.

Knowing that there are people standing just outside his cell watching him, like some kind of zoo animal, puts him on edge. The window is so big that he's pretty sure the only blind spots are either directly underneath it or right by the door on the same wall. After debating it, he leaves his cot and sits on the floor underneath the window, surveying the room from a different angle now and still coming up empty. At least they're going to have a harder time staring at him.

His eyes catch on the toilet in the corner, directly across from the window. It's not in the blind spot, and realizing this makes his insides lurch uncomfortably - hopefully he has a chance to bust out before using it becomes necessary.

Though, he's not sure when that chance is going to come. If they have a slot to pass him water, they could use that to pass him food, too, so it's unlikely that anyone is going to open the door unless they need to take him out.

So maybe his fantasy of being outside when his brothers arrive isn't going to happen. Well, that's okay; he'll just be sure to make some other part of their escape totally rad. That will make up for the embarrassment of getting kidnapped a block from Run of the Mill.

(Seriously, some kind of ninja he is, to let a bunch of human soldiers sneak up on him.)

He drains the water bottle, then starts to roll it back and forth across the floor, like a cat batting at a toy. Leo's not sure what's worse right now: the worry or the boredom. There's nothing to look at and no one to talk to, just an empty room with him and his water bottles.

He's too keyed up to sleep, and the fluorescent lights are still on, anyway. He has no way of telling what time it is, so maybe it just isn't that late yet. And even sitting here, in the blind spot, the idea of closing his eyes while people are watching makes unease crawl up his spine. Staying awake is the easy choice. He'll sleep after he's out of here.

So he sits under the window and rolls his bottle back and forth, back and forth, with only the sound of plastic on tile to keep his thoughts company.

-----

The first three water bottles came pretty regularly, but now there is a very long stretch where nothing is delivered. Leo is starting to think maybe it really is night now. They don't turn off the lights in his cell, though, and he has no controls to do it himself. At least it helps with the whole "staying awake" thing.

Just in case they've decided to suspend his water privileges along with the food, he holds off drinking any more for now.

Speaking of food, his appetite has finally decided to return. His stomach starts to growl at him after several hours (he thinks) of sitting in the floor, an annoying emptiness in his stomach. Knowing there's no food accessible just makes the hunger sharper, but he puts it out of his mind the best he can with nothing else to focus on. He can eat once he's free.

Which should be soon. Seriously, his brothers have to be on their way by now, right?

He's pretty sure it's been the better part of a day, if not a whole day, since he was kidnapped. And, okay, he's willing to give them some leeway; it's understandable if they got a late start. He did storm out of the lair after his latest fight with Raph, and no one ever came to check on him when he did that. Understandably, he thinks, because who wants to be around Bad Mood Leo? Not even Leo wants to be around Bad Mood Leo!

But he'd already turned back into Good Mood Leo by the time he left Hueso's, so surely they knew it had been more than enough time. They would have noticed when he didn't come home. They would have realized something happened. They would be looking for him.

And if they're looking for him, they'll find him! Obviously.

His stomach growls again, and Leo leans his head back against the wall behind him. Maybe he shouldn't think of being at Hueso's. Now he just wants pizza. Pepperoni and mushroom, maybe, or Hawaiian. Mix it up a little with the barbeque chicken.

Another growl. He groans out loud.

He stays awake, twisting and crinkling the empty bottle in his hands, until another full one finally arrives.

-----

No chance to escape comes before using the toilet is necessary.

He tried to hold out, he really did, but he ended up drinking more water to stave off the growing hunger, and it's lowkey cold in here, which doesn't help. Still, the issue of the window sends an uneasy shiver up his spine, doubting that any people outside will feel the need to turn away and give him some privacy. Maybe he should have gone while he suspected it was nighttime.

(Maybe he shouldn't assume they ever aren't watching him.)

He stands up and walks over to the cot, giving it a light nudge with his foot. In a stroke of luck, it isn't bolted to the floor, and it's light enough that he can lift it. The black mesh it's made of is tightly woven, enough that not much is visible through it. It will have to do.

He picks it up and drags it over in front of the toilet, propping it up on its legs so it makes a small wall between himself and the window. It's hardly ideal, but the semblance of privacy makes him relax somewhat.

(He can't think about how there are surely cameras in the room watching him from all angles, making his attempt at a barrier moot. He knows better than anyone that sometimes pleasant lies are necessary.)

After he does his business, he leaves the cot propped where it is; it's not like he's sleeping on it. There's no sink for him to wash his hands, but he's never been the strictest about it, anyway (much to Donnie's disgust). He returns to his spot under the window, squeezing the water bottle to the rhythm of the first song that comes to mind.

Only two verses and a bridge later, the window above his head turns black, then goes clear. Thinking that Bishop might have been watching him just now makes a cold, slimy feeling roll down his spine. Creepy!

"Inmate 24365," comes Bishop's voice through the unseen speaker. "Stand."

Leo doesn't. He stays right where he is, under the window.

Bishop waits only a few seconds. Then Leo hears him say, "Temperature down two degrees."

He gets up at that, turning and leaning his arm against the window. It strangely doesn't feel like glass, even though it must be. "It's already cold enough in here," he says. He wonders how they can hear him, when he doesn't see a microphone on his side.

"You were told your conditions would only be made comfortable after you answer our questions," Bishop informs him. "The same as before: how many gateways are there between New York City and the hidden yokai enclave? How are these gateways-"

"How about you answer my questions first," Leo interjects. "You keep calling me "inmate," but I haven't been charged with anything. Pretty sure you can't detain me without cause."

"The EPF is authorized to detain non-human inmates for as long as deemed necessary for the security of the United States," says Bishop smoothly. "Probable cause doctrine does not apply in this case."

"That's gotta be unconstitutional."

"The constitution does not recognize the rights of yokai. You have no right to counsel, no right to a speedy trial, and no right to protections from cruel and unusual punishments." Bishop's stare is colder than the temperature in the room. "But I am not an unfair man. Answer my questions, and I will provide you with food and clothing."

Leo tosses a glance over his shoulder. "How about a private bathroom?"

Bishop's expression stays ever in place, unimpressed and stoic. "Food and clothing," he repeats.

Leo gives his head a shake. "Then nope," he says, popping the "p". "I plead the fifth."

"As I have already explained, the Bill of Rights does not apply to you."

"That's such crap." Leo bangs his fist on the window. "You can't just keep me here forever for no reason!"

"I do have reasons." Bishop leans closer to the window, his eyes narrowing. "Let's try a different question. What is your relation to Baron Draxum?"

The surprise is fast and sharp, but Leo just manages to keep it from showing on his face. "Who?" he asks innocently, even as the panic sets into his chest. If they know about Draxum, what else do they know?

"We know you are acquainted with him," says Bishop. "What is the nature of your relationship?"

Leo knows they aren't bluffing - why would they bring up that very specific name otherwise? There's no lie he can tell that won't reveal something.

So he doesn't say anything. Instead, he turns his back to the window and sits down, staring resolutely at the opposite wall.

Bishop clicks his tongue. "Very well," he says. "I am a patient man. I can wait." Then, more muffled, like he's facing away from the microphone, Leo hears him say, "Temperature down two degrees."

The window goes dark, then turns back to white. Leo doesn't move for a long time.

-----

The third water bottle arrives, so he guesses that's the end of day two.

He's shaking as he gets up to retrieve it, adding it to his growing water bottle hoard. He's gone through three and a half by now, but he's trying not to drink them too fast.

As promised, no food is delivered, and his stomach growls and rumbles in protest. The water helps, but only slightly. He needs to eat.

He also needs to sleep.

The panicked adrenaline spikes that have kept him awake this long are starting to die down, with more and more long stretches of exhaustion between them. The shaking is near constant, bringing with it the weird jittery feeling he gets when his insomnia gets particularly bad.

The window is still unnerving him. The idea of sleeping while they're watching him feels staggeringly unsafe.

But he doesn't think he can hold out now until his family gets here. Sure, they're probably getting close (they have to be getting close), but they're sure taking their sweet time. And he's just so tired.

After a long internal debate, he lays down on the cold tile floor. It's not at all comfortable, but somehow he doubts the cot would be any better. Besides, even if he moves the cot under the window, he thinks it would be easier to see him if he uses it. So on the floor it is.

He presses as close to the wall as he can, curling up into a ball for warmth. He wishes he had a blanket.

He wishes he was home.

He squeezes his eyes shut tight and forces back the sudden wave of overwhelming homesickness. There's no reason to feel this way. It's only been two days! What is he, a baby?

It's fine. It's all fine. They're definitely on his trail now. Raph is leading the team. Donnie is using some kind of invention to blah blah blah nerd stuff. Mikey is razzing his tazz. April is using her investigative journalism skills to find clues.

They're on their way. He just has to hold out a little longer. He can do this.

He sleeps, and in his dreams, something grabs him tight and drags him down and down and down where he can't escape.

-----

The same routine plays out over the next two days.

Leo gets two water bottles delivered, spaced, if he had to guess, about five hours apart. Bishop comes to visit him some time after the second bottle. Leo refuses to answer his questions. Bishop turns the temperature down and then leaves. A few hours later his last water bottle comes. Then nothing for the whole night.

They still don't turn off his lights, but exhaustion is starting to win over the brightness.

More than a few times, Leo tries to summon a portal on his own, without his swords. If his family is going to take their sweet time in coming, he might as well try to help them out. He tries to summon his ninpo (without glowing), tries to feel the tug inside of him that he always does when he teleports, tries to envision the place he wants to go and tunnel through space to get there.

Nothing. Always nothing.

(Donnie can make his constructs independent of his bo staff. Raph can send his projections away from his sai. Mikey's learning to use mystic powers without his nunchucks. So why does Leo need his katana? Why is he the only one this useless?)

It probably doesn't help that he's so damn hungry. It's a constant companion now, a low and hollow ache that chooses inconvenient times to turn into white hot stabs of urgency, into seizing cramps that steal his breath. The water only helps so much - it keeps him alive but doesn't satisfy, doesn't soothe. In some ways it just makes the feeling worse.

And he's always shaking, too, but he doesn't know if that's the hunger or the cold.

Maybe the cold wouldn't bother him so much if it were at least still. But the vents blow fresh air inside relentlessly, and no matter where he goes he can't seem to get out of the direct stream. The cold wind batters his tired body, and there's places his skin is starting to turn dry and flaky. His nose won't stop running, and he's allowed himself a small section of his one roll of toilet paper to blow it, already stiff and congealed and disgusting.

It's miserable.

And there's still nothing to do.

He stacks a pyramid out of his empty water bottles, knocks it down, then stacks it up again. He tries to come up with some new and exciting ways to demolish it, but it's only new and exciting for so long.

He spends a few hours of day three singing karaoke as obnoxiously as possible. He hopes everyone outside enjoys the performance.

He recounts every issue of Jupiter Jim he knows to himself, then the plot of every movie. Then he goes through Lou Jitsu films, then anything else he can think of. That eats up a good chunk of day four.

By the time he gets his first water bottle of day five, he's out of ideas to entertain himself. He's never been good at this. He doesn't know how introverts like Donnie can go multiple days without talking to someone.

But when Bishop comes back with his daily offer of conversation, Leo once again impolitely declines.

-----

Something new happens on night five.

It's been a long time since the last water bottle. Leo has been trying to sleep, but it's not coming easy; he's exhausted, but the floor is so cold and he's so sore from staying on it night after night. Not to mention, his nightmares have been getting worse, and he isn't eager to return to them.

Add on the hunger, and sleep is elusive.

Suddenly, there's the telltale shadow of the window above him turning dark - this time, though, it doesn't light up as much as normal. Confused and curious, Leo sits up and takes a peek.

The room beyond is dim, only the glow of a green EXIT sign and a small desk lamp lighting the space. But it's enough for Leo to see a man standing there, looking inside. It's not Bishop - in fact, he doesn't recognize this person at all. They're wearing fatigues, but it's not anyone he's seen in the room during Bishop's normal interrogations.

The man catches sight of Leo, and the grinning leer on his face makes Leo regret looking.

He beckons for Leo to stand up. Warily, Leo does, unable to help but keep his arms folded tight over his chest. Not for the first time, he wishes he had some clothes - his gear, at the very least. Anything to not feel quite so exposed.

The man reaches down and picks something up, holding it aloft for Leo's inspection. "Want a sandwich?" he asks into the microphone.

The sandwich looks like white bread and bologna. No cheese, no other toppings that Leo can spot. Maybe some mustard, if anything. Overall, the most boring possible sandwich he could have been offered.

Leo's mouth is watering.

He has to swallow hard before answering. He doesn't trust this. Even if his stomach is slamming up and down at the promise of food, food, food.

"I'm not hungry," he lies.

The man laughs. It's not a kind sound. "Sure you ain't," he says. "You spend every night curled up on the floor like the dumb animal you are. Can you even eat this?" He waves the sandwich for emphasis.

Leo doesn't answer. He takes a step back from the window, like that will put any kind of distance between them. Like that will save him.

The man watches him with a sleezy grin. He waves the sandwich again.

"You want this," he says.

Leo shakes his head.

"You really sure?"

Leo shudders. Stands tall. Nods.

The man watches him for a long, long moment. Leo fights the urge to hide.

Finally, with a shrug, the man says, "Suit yourself."

Then he starts eating the sandwich. Right where Leo can watch.

Leo's stomach growls, loud and angry in his ears, and he has to physically hold himself back from crumpling.

After several bites, the man suddenly reaches out and taps the window, indicating the cot stood up in front of the toilet.

"That," he says, giving another tap for emphasis, "doesn't do shit."

Leo wants to crawl out of his own skin.

The need to hide is suddenly too great. He rushes to the cot, grabbing it and dragging it back to the blind spot under the window. He sets it down on all four legs, so it's as close to the floor as possible.

Then he lies down on his belly and wriggles underneath. It's a tight squeeze, and the cot ends up pushed up by his shell, suspended in the air, but he doesn't care.

He curls up in his pleasant lie of privacy and bites his hand to keep from screaming himself hoarse.

After an eternity, the window above him turns white again. It doesn't matter. Leo knows he's still there. Still watching.

-----

"You look tired," Bishop greets him. Leo answers with a dead-eyed stare.

"I keep telling you, if you want your conditions to improve, all you have to do is answer my questions."

Leo says nothing. He just stares, arms wrapped tight around himself to try and keep his body heat in.

"How many gateways are there between New York City and the hidden yokai enclave? How are these gateways accessed?"

For a moment, Leo considers just... telling him.

His family doesn't live in the Hidden City. The yokai have never exactly greeted them with open arms. What does he care if these military guys go after them? At least then, maybe he can finally eat something.

That's not what a hero does, Leo! echoes Mind Raph disapprovingly. Innocent people will get hurt!

Right. He's a hero. And heroes don't give into the demands of shitty guys like Bishop.

Leo swallows hard. "No comment."

Bishop's face changes ever so slightly: his brow creases. Leo wonders if that's good or bad for him.

"You understand that Baron Draxum is a known threat, don't you?" he asks. "We are aware of his plans to commit mass murder on the human population. We also know that he has been dormant for some time, and we need information on what he is planning."

Leo thinks of Barry's ambitions to be recognized as the best lunchperson in all of America and can't help but laugh. It comes out cracked and wheezing.

Bishop's furrow gets deeper. "Do you think this is funny?"

"Little bit," says Leo.

Bishop has a chasm to rival Raph's now. Leo knows he shouldn't, but he grins. It's his one moment of triumph - only he can be this aggravating.

And then Bishop says, "Temperature down seven degrees," and that wipes the smile right off Leo's face.

-----

The plastic of the water bottles is soft and pliable and feels weirdly good under Leo's teeth.

He chews the top of the bottle, gnawing at it until it's completely flattened out, pockmarked with little tiny indents from his incisors. It's not eating - it won't fill his belly or ease the persistent hunger pains. But something about the motion is soothing. The place-bo effect.

Pla-ce-bo, corrects Donnie's voice in his mind, sounding testy.

Where are you? Leo thinks back.

There's no answer.

He's gnawed his way through four water bottles. There's eighteen in total now, two and a half still full of water. He thought about using one to wash up a bit, but decided against it in the end. He knows he stinks, but the last thing he wants right now is to be wet. Not when he's starting to see his breath.

Oh well. It's not like he has anywhere to be.

He turns his attentions to the lids next. These are harder and thus tougher to chew. Still, if Leo uses his molars, he can eventually crack the lip, and then bend the plastic in and in, chewing until he ends up with a flat disc.

It's just small enough that Leo could swallow it, if he wanted to.

He thinks he remembers watching some kind of wildlife documentary. Or maybe he didn't watch it himself, but Mikey told him about it. Or maybe April? He doesn't know. His thoughts swim in and out and get lost on the way.

Point is. Sea turtles in the wild die all the time because of plastic in the water. They cut open their stomachs and find trash inside.

Well, Leo is a turtle in captivity. Maybe that means he's immune. Maybe he could swallow this plastic lid, and then he'd finally feel full and the pain pain pain of his empty stomach would go away.

He does not swallow the plastic lid. But it's more tempting than he'd like to admit.

It's going to be okay. When his family gets him out of here, they'll have a big pizza to celebrate. Maybe he can even talk them into letting him have the last slice.

It has to be any moment now, right? It's been a week. They have to be closing in. Any moment now, the door will open, and there they'll be to take him home.

The air conditioning blows relentlessly against his skin. He sneezes, then rubs the snot on his arm. He's given up on the tissue paper.

It'll be over soon. It has to be. Just hang in there, Leon, just a little longer.

He picks up another bottle and starts chewing.

-----

He's playing a mindless little game with his flattened bottle lids the next time Bishop comes.

"I'm surprised you still have any energy at all," says Bishop, and Leo wants to punch him.

(Really, he wants to do more than that. But those kinds of thoughts always make him feel weird and bad, so he pushes them away.)

"You should have learned by now," he says, pushing to his feet and trying not to show how badly he's trembling, "you can't keep me down."

"This is all unnecessary," says Bishop. "I'll feed you as soon as you answer my questions."

Leo barks out a laugh. "Sure you will."

"I will," says Bishop. He turns and says over his shoulder, "Bring it here."

One of the men in fatigues steps forward and hands a tray with a covered plate over to Bishop. Bishop uncovers the tray and holds it where Leo can see.

Baked chicken, broccoli with cheese, mashed potatoes.

Leo's stomach twists and cramps so painfully he has to bend at the hips and clutch his midriff.

"This is yours, as soon as you answer my questions."

Leo pointedly keeps from looking at the food. He shakes his head. He can't. He can't.

"Such persistence." Bishop's voice is scolding now. "You understand that you are a known accomplice to a terrorist, don't you? But if you become a cooperating witness, you will be granted some leniency."

Leo barks a laugh, lifting his eyes to look at Bishop's face, and pointedly not the food. "What's the point?" he asks. "If I'm not... protected by the constitution, or whatever. Are you going to let me go?"

"No," says Bishop. "But as I have told you, your conditions will become more comfortable." He waves the tray of food.

Leo stares at him, before a manic smile splits his face.

"You... stupid bastard. I can't even answer your questions." He slams a shaking hand against his plastron. "I'm not even a yokai! Do you get that? I'm not a yokai!"

Bishop looks skeptical. "Obviously you are."

"I'm not!" Leo rages. "I'm a mutant! I'm from New York! I don't even live in the Hidden City!"

Bishop's eyes flash. "I see," he says, "so you do know of it."

Leo falters, his body going slack.

What an obvious, stupid mistake.

(Some face-man he is.)

It takes Leo a long moment to answer. Bishop stays right where he is, holding the food so tantalizingly close and yet still out of reach.

"...I don't know about the gateways," he says finally. "I don't know about their defensive capabilities. I don't know what Baron Draxum is planning."

"Your lies are obvious," says Bishop. "You really don't want this? It's your last chance today."

Leo stares at the food. His mouth is watering so hard it might start to drip. Would it really be so bad to answer? They don't live in the Hidden City. And Draxum dropped him off a roof.

Draxum is trying to change, says Mind Raph. You see what these guys are like. You can't turn the yokai over to them. They'll hurt them!

What about me? he asks. Is it okay if I get hurt?

You're a hero, Leo, says Mind Raph. You can deal with it for a little longer. It's just a room. Just a little cold. Just some hunger.

He's a hero. He can deal with it. He can. He can.

He'll make them proud. Show them they can trust him.

It takes everything he has, but he shakes his head.

Bishop tuts. Then he throws the entire plate in the trash.

"Tomorrow, then," he says. Then the window is gone.

Leo collapses on his cot and tries not to cry.

-----

After his third water bottle on day eight, one of the fluorescent lights over his head flickers and then dies out.

It's not surprising, since they keep them running twenty-four seven. The blessedly dimmed lighting is actually nice, for once. Leo thinks maybe he could get some sleep, if the gnawing hunger and the constant shivers don't keep him awake.

He's just closed his eyes and snuggled up under his cot when it occurs to him: they may come in to fix it. If keeping the lights on day and night is part of their plan to torture him, to keep him exhausted and anxious and on edge, then they have to.

Which means his chance is finally here.

He has to be careful about this. He has to be ready to move, but he can't let them know he's ready to move. He has to let them think he's too weak, too exhausted, to make an escape attempt.

(He can't let himself think that, though. He can't give up before he tries.)

So he stays under his cot, but subtly shifts it so it won't restrict his movement. He has to be ready to burst out as soon as he gets a chance. Get past whoever comes in, then get out the door. It's after the last water bottle, so it's nighttime. There will be fewer people. He can do this. He can do this.

Find his swords. Make a portal. Get out.

Just as he was thinking, after a long time has passed, there is a loud warning beep, different from the water bottle beep. An automated voice says from somewhere unseen, "Inmates clear the door. Security personnel entering. Stay still and you will not be harmed."

Then the door slides open, and someone comes in.

It's a man wearing fatigues. Leo thinks this is the one who "offered" him a sandwich the other day. He's holding some kind of gun with a long barrel. He does a sweep of the room with his eyes, coming to rest on Leo under his cot. He gives Leo the same leering grin, and waves the barrel of the gun in his direction.

"Now you behave, and we'll get along just fine," he says.

He steps to the side, and another man enters, this one wearing the kind of jumpsuit Leo sees janitors in on TV. He's carrying a stepladder in one hand and a long tube in the other. Is that what fluorescent lights look like? Leo didn't know.

The man walks to the middle of the room and sets up his stepladder. Then he walks up and pulls off the light casing. When he unhooks the old bulb, it causes the other bulb to flicker, just for a few moments.

Leo explodes out from under the cot, grabbing the man in fatigues by the legs and yanking as hard as he can. The man yelps in surprise, and Leo hears the sound of the gun going off in a random direction. The janitor shouts and drops the light bulb - the sound of shattering glass joins the cacophony.

Leo jumps to his feet and runs out the door they had been too stupid to close, sprinting toward the EXIT sign. He's exhausted and shaky but he's coursing with adrenaline, and he leans on it hard to keep him moving. Don't stop, don't stop, get out of here. He'll figure out what to do next once he's free.

Past the exit sign there's a large open room with desks and computer monitors. Most of them are off, but one lingering woman in a lab coat, seated at her desk, screams when she sees Leo dash through the middle of the office space.

"Security!" she screams into a device on her chest. "Inmate is escaping! Inmate is escaping!"

Leo doesn't have time to shut her up, he just keeps moving. He pushes through the next door and arrives in a hallway; he only has time to glance one way and then the other before scrambling to the left, hoping it was a good choice.

He rounds a corner and sees another green EXIT sign up ahead. It's not where he meant to go - he meant to find where they're keeping his swords first. But he hears shouting behind him and doesn't stop. Fine, so no portals - he'll figure out something else once he's away from here.

He throws himself forward into the exit door, which leads him into yet another hallway. Another long sprint, with shouting and slamming doors at his heels, and then finally, finally, a third EXIT sign, and he crashes outside.

Where there's snow on the ground, snow on the trees.

It steals his breath away. There shouldn't be snow. It's May.

Where is he?

He takes a breath of air so cold it seizes his lungs, then takes a step forward. He'll worry about that-

BANG!

A piercing pain in his shoulder nearly sends him toppling over. Leo shouts, grasping for the wound and feeling something sticking out of his skin. He grabs it and yanks, pulling it free.

It's a dart.

Damn it, he thinks, before his vision goes woozy, and he collapses into the snow.

-----

"Are you proud of your little escape attempt?" comes Bishop's voice.

Leo looks up from his cot. Bishop has to get so close to the window to see him that his nose is pressed flat against it. It should be hilarious, but Leo doesn't really have the energy to laugh. Or to do much of anything.

He's hungry. He's tired. He's cold. He's still sluggish from the drugs.

And they threw away all his water bottles. Fuckers.

Leo rolls over on the cot and covers his ears.

"What a childish response," says Bishop, and that's funny, too, because Leo literally is a child. Or a teenager, anyway. He doesn't feel like it will help him much to point that out, though.

"All you have to do is answer my questions, and all this will be fixed."

That's the funniest thing of all. The idea that he spills his guts and Bishop treats him to a five course meal to make up for all the pain up till now. Hilarious.

He says nothing.

Bishop sighs.

"You are likely still affected by the tranquilizing agent. I'll return tomorrow."

Before he leaves, he says, "Temperature down five degrees."

-----

The same man is back that night. He opens the window and looks down at Leo with the same leering smile. Leo can't even take satisfaction in the bandage on the side of his head.

"Neat little trick you had yesterday," he says. "Almost got me fired."

Leo wishes it had gotten him fired. But he clearly has no luck in this situation.

"You know, I respect the attempt. And you probably would have gotten farther with a little food in your belly." The man reaches down, then retrieves a sandwich, as mouth-wateringly unappetizing as the last time. "You sure you don't want this?"

And Leo knows he shouldn't trust this guy. Leo knows he should say no.

But he's just...

so...

hungry.

So he gets up. And he turns to the window. On shaking limbs that can barely hold him upright anymore. With a body that is laced with pain and aches and cramps.

And he nods.

The man's smile gets wider. "What do you say?" he asks, in the sing-song tone of a parent scolding a child.

It makes a sick nausea rise in Leo's throat. But he wants the sandwich.

"Please," he gasps out.

"Mmm... not good enough." The man waves the sandwich. "You want this? You beg for it."

Leo stares, eyes wide. But the sandwich... the sandwich...

He gets down on his knees. Feels a searing flush of humiliation. His stomach is rolling and gurgling and cramping with pain, a hollow, empty chasm inside him desperate to be filled.

He lowers his head.

"Please," he says. "I... I want the sandwich. I'm... begging you, please."

The man laughs, loud and long. When Leo finally finds it in him to raise his eyes, the sandwich is already half eaten.

"Hey, good job," says the man, licking a bit of mustard off his thumb. "That was real convincin'."

And then he takes another bite.

Just like that, Leo forgets about the pain, the aches, the cold, the hunger. All that's left is pure, white hot, screaming rage.

Leo lunges at the window and slams his fist into it so hard it cracks. Not enough to break the glass. Not enough to free him. But enough that the man startles and steps back.

And Leo starts to laugh. High and manic and unhinged even to his own ears.

"I'll kill you," he says, and his voice sounds almost joking, and yet- "I'll kill you. You're dead. You're dead, as soon as I get out of here, you're dead, I'll kill you, I'LL KILL YOU!"

The man has dropped the rest of his sandwich. He fumbles for his gun, left somewhere on a table to the side. For one satisfying moment, Leo sees a flash of genuine fear on the man's face.

"Shit," he says, his voice far away the further he gets from the microphone. "Pretty scary, frogboy."

Then he slams a button, and the window goes black, and Leo gets a glimpse of his own reflection.

His face is gaunt and drawn. His eyes are ringed by deep circles, so dark they look like bruises. His body is shaking like a leaf.

And his stripes...

His stripes are lit up like when he uses his ninpo, but they aren't their usual Neon Leon bright.

They're almost black.

Leo gasps and stumbles back just as the window goes white. The full body quakes he feels now aren't from the cold or the hunger or the exhaustion.

He turns and sinks onto the cot. Puts his face in his hands and tries to breathe. Tries to will his ninpo to stop rolling and snapping and to go back to normal.

This isn't what he wants. This isn't him.

This place is breaking him. He's letting it break him.

He pulls his legs up onto the cot and buries his face in his knees. Wraps his arms around them and rocks gently, the way Donnie used to do when things got overwhelming. Maybe he understands that better, now.

This isn't him. He's Leonardo, Neon Leon, the face-man, the jokester! The one who's always ready with a quip and a laugh. The one who can do anything!

Except portal out of his room. Except escape from this building. Except resist begging for a sandwich like he's a dog.

Leo's breath hitches, and for once he doesn't stop himself. He knows the guy outside is probably watching. He knows there are cameras recording this. He hates giving them the satisfaction.

But he's tired, and hungry, and he...

He wants to go home.

He cries, silently, until he's completely rung out.

-----

Maybe they aren't coming.

That's the thought that pops into his head, just a bit after the first water bottle of the day.

He knew they would have gotten a late start, because he stormed out. And he knew it would take them awhile to figure out who took him - he hadn't heard of the EPF before, so why would they? And he knew it would take them time to figure out where he had been taken, which must have been pretty far out if it's snowing outside. But the EPF got him here within a night, he's pretty sure, so unless they have a super fast jet, he must still be on the continent somewhere.

So... so surely they must have figured it out by now, right? Raph is leading the team. Donnie is doing science things. Mikey is razzing his tazz. April is using her investigative skills.

Unless they aren't coming.

Maybe... maybe it's true. Why would they want him back, after all? Leo took Raph's leader position, and since then all he'd managed to do was piss Raph off. Mikey and Donnie hadn't been happy about it, either, and he'd noticed that they'd been avoiding him more and more. April claimed she wasn't taking sides, but she always seemed to be on Raph's anyway. And Dad... well, he was probably disappointed that he made Leo leader only for him to do nothing and then get himself kidnapped.

He doesn't bring anything to the team. He doesn't bring anything to the family. And no one likes his jokes.

So. Maybe they just... aren't looking. Maybe they aren't going to come.

Maybe he's held out this long for no reason. Maybe he's been cold and starving for no reason at all.

Maybe it's time to give up.

---

Don't give up, says a new voice in his head.

You are not alone.

-----

He has no energy left to stand when Bishop comes. The man looks down at him, lips pressed into a thin line.

"You don't look well," he observes.

No shit, Leo wants to say.

"This has gone on long enough. Answer my questions, and we will provide you with food, clothing, and medical care."

The list is getting longer. Leo's fuzzy eyes stare up at Bishop. Medical care. Does he need that?

"You already know what I want to know." Bishop has a furrow between his eyebrows now. "Will you talk to me?"

He could. He could do it. He could finally have some relief from all the pain. All the hunger. All the cold.

But they might hurt the yokai in the Hidden City.

They might hurt Draxum.

They might hurt his family.

And maybe, if nothing else... if Leo could just keep his mouth shut, just this once...

Maybe that would finally make Raph, Dad, and everyone proud of him.

Maybe they'd finally trust him.

Maybe, at least, he can have that much.

Leo shakes his head.

Bishop scowls.

"Temperature down ten degrees."

-----

Leo isn't shivering anymore. That's probably a bad sign.

He can still see his breath, each time he exhales. It rises like smoke, before disappearing into the air.

He doesn't have any energy left, not even to chew on his new water bottles. He hasn't even collected the last two, and they sit crowded together in the slot, untouched.

He kind of wishes they had just dissected him from the beginning. It would have been faster. Freezing to death, he's decided, is a real zero out of ten. Starving to death isn't any better. No stars.

Even though the damn lights are still on, he feels extremely sleepy. It's probably the cold. He wonders what will happen if he brumates. He's never done it before, not like his little cousins, and he has no idea if it's even safe.

Probably not, given he has no calorie reserves left. All it means is he won't be drinking water, either.

But he's so sleepy.

It's going to be time soon for Bishop to come back. Leo doesn't know what the point is anymore. Maybe he'll just sleep through it. Yeah, that would really make him mad. And making Bishop mad is all he has at this point.

And he'll get to sleep. It's a win-win.

So thinking, Leo rolls himself over onto his belly. Then, one by one, he pulls his limbs into his shell.

He doesn't do this much anymore, not since he started growing. His body just doesn't seem to fit his shell like it should - a side effect of the mutation, probably. It's not really comfortable to be inside for long.

But Leo is sleepy. And his shell feels like the best place to be.

So he pulls in his legs, then his arms, and then, finally, his head.

It's not any warmer in here. But at least it's dark.

At least he's not shivering.

Leo sighs, content, and closes his eyes, and drifts to sleep.

-----

(Outside his cell, there's a bang, and shouting, and a gunshot.

The sound is muffled, and Leo sleeps on.)

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Part 1 (here) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Part A |

#rottmnt #rise leo #agent bishop #cw: psychological torture #dandy fanfiction #I want it to be clear that any time Leo is hearing “Mind Raph”#that's just his own inner voice manifesting #please don't be mad at Raph himself lol

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tarotbyjam24 · 1 month ago

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What's there in December ?

Like and reblogs are very much appreciated :) thankyou for stopping by <3 🌷

Lately feeling stagnant huh ? Wondering about your potential how you were so amazing in past times and now you just don't have excitement to put in efforts ? For just last one time . I'll say gather yourself again this one's the last and final push to get there . I feel having a sense of competition can push you to put in more efforts because in real there're so many competitors and they all are amazing and so you're too ! Take the risk don't be in your comfort zone ! It's enough already , there's so much out there to experience and enjoy and you're just rotting on your rocking chair when you could just sit on the Thorne and enjoy the life babe !

Be more optimistic, have a vision for your life make a vision board for yourself stick it in your room or make a phone wallpaper out of it so that you'll be more disciplined and motivated to work towards your goals .

Take your swords out it's time to fight get in the battlefield take the things which are yours and deserve to be yours this could be love related message too if you're looking for the confirmation this is the confirmation right here !

Be aware of your haters or envious people they could be eyeing on you feeling jealous of your achievements or of your aura in general they're feeling insecure because of your confidence but don't let that affect you you deserve to shine my lil sunflower! You've gained it .

Since you feeling lonely get out more do some funny activities. Go to arcane take some adventurous rides , wear those cute uniforms of princesses and superheros .

I know you're so powerful my buddy i know you can put your hand in the lion's mouth but why are so afraid to take small actions that can change your life and give it a new shape . See I know you can do it all you've all the material that you need so just grind more okay ? You've got this.

Deep down you know you can do it because you've done the impossible so many times before . Don't be like the rabbit . Be like tortoise slow but consistent efforts.

Don't hold on things as it'll hinder you from moving forward.

Initial: n,l,c,u,k

Randoms : 2002 , snail , joy , Peanut butter and jam\jelly ,yipeee, travelling ,leo,flowy dresses , crown , horse, pyramids , black hairs , polka dots , rabbit ,

moodboard :

Masterlist. Pick a cards

Thankyou so much for letting me read for you .I'm very grateful that I'm able to share my abilities with you all . It's been a great experience.

We've also crossed 200 follows here which is again a moment of celebration ✨thank you so much for everything! .

Reading may or may not resonate with you since it's a general reading . Please take the reading lightly as nothing's set in stone until you believe so . If the reading doesn't resonate there were no messages for you through this reading ! 🤍🧚🏻

I'm grateful if you read the reading . Wishing you all the great week ahead and oh yeah merry Christmas and happy newyear ! ❄️

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just-a-ghost00 · 6 months ago

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A short letter from them <3

Warning : this reading could be triggering.

Group 1

Cards - Surrender, Trust, The Universe, Soul work, Ancestors, Reflect, Page of cups, King of cups, 3 of pentacles, 5 of swords, Black Numen, The Hierophant

I see myself in you. It is troubling as much as it is freeing. I don't love myself enough to admit that I love you. I want to be a better person before I can come up to you.I hate that I have to be away from you. There is nothing I want more than to be close to you but duty calls. I have my own karma to resolve, my own issues and challenges to deal with. I understand now that the Universe let us meet for a reason. I realize that you were a lesson for me to learn. That all good things in life ask for dedication and faith. And I was not ready for you. I had dedication but I didn't have faith. Now I see clearly what I have to do. You awakened something in me I didn't know I had. Now I want to do more, live more, feel more. I want to shine brighter than before. I want to be a person you can be proud of. My ultimate goal is to propose to you. There will be a long way ahead before I can even dream of holding your hand again. In the meantime, I will work harder, better, faster, stronger. I'm sure you know that song too. Let us connect through music. When we're apart, I hope the songs we liked to listen to will keep you company and remind you of me, just as they will remind me of you. I'll hold you dear to my heart. Can you please do the same? ♡︎

Reader's insights : My alarm started ringing as I was shuffling your cards. I was hesitating on keeping the Reflect card and that's when the alarm chimed in so I took that as a confimation that yes this person is a reflection of you. The signs of Taurus, Scorpio, Leo and Aquarius could be significant. I get strong Twin flame vibes from this group. For some of you I pick up on cultural differences. A part of the reasons why this person is scared to come forward is because they're afraid of their family's opinion regarding your connection. They think that they wouldn't be too keen on having you in the family because you are from a different background. But your person doesn't care about your differences, in fact it's what drew them in and it's why they love you. They also were amazed at how similar you could be dispite your differences. I'm definitely picking up on long distance relationships. You aren't in contact with them at the moment or the contact is minimal. This person is going through some existential crisis. Meeting you put everything into perspective. You rocked their world.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Group 2

Cards - Reflect, Ascension, Withdraw, Play, Power (horizontal), get creative, Wheel of fortune, 7 of wands, 10 of pentacles, ace of swords, 2 of pentacles, 2 of swords

I feel like I constantly have to fight for your attention. You're always busy, always on the go. You always have something to do, something to say to someone that can't wait another day. So many excuses. Do I even matter? Like, do you even care about us? I know you're my soulmate and honestly it frustrates me because I feel like I have to go through so many struggles to just have one happy moment with you, without other people getting their nose in our business. It's always my friend said this, my family did that. What about me? What about what I said or did? What about my feelings? Honestly, do you even want me in your life? Because if you don't I have no problem with that. However I have a problem with you wasting my time and hurting me. I can be pretty open minded I just need people to be honest and mature enough to voice out what's wrong for them. You feel so distant and I don't know what to do anymore with this. To tell you the truth, I'm considering leaving and entertaining other connections because at this point why even bother? When I'm in the mood for more and ready to keep things going you just retreat to your shell and put up a wall between us. At least tell me what's wrong. If I've done something that hurt you I want to own up to it and apologize properly. I can't read your mind.

Reader's insights : I kept being distracted as I shuffled your cards. People might be interfering in this connection to deter you from being with that person if this is a romantic connection. This person thinks that you're seeing someone else and/or playing with them. Before even reading for you and writing what this person wanted to say, I felt a lot of frustration bubbling up in my chest. The cards feel quickly so this person has a lot on their plate. I'm sorry if this reading is triggering to some of you. You can't seem to see eye to eye with this person. There are serious communication issues in this group because I feel like you may be in the same energy as this person. You don't know what they want either, you feel like they keep running away from you. There's a lot of confusion between the two of you as to where this is going and what each other's intentions are. You don't trust one another, it's a battle of egos that seems like it's never ending.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Group 3

Cards - 9 of pentacles, The Magician, The Star, Page of cups, Temperance, 8 of pentacles, Speak Truth, Movement, Play, The Magi, The Creator, Versatility

Ever since we parted ways, I feel like my life is finally making sense. I feel better in my shoes, better in my skin. And I honestly think it's better this way. My career took a positive turn. I am more abundant. I feel like I'm in alignment with my destiny. I feel like life is finally smiling to me and I can finally work toward what I always wanted. I think going our separate ways was the best thing that could happen to us. Because I know deep down I would have choked being next to you. Being away from you allows me to express my true self. To explore and figure out who I am. To indulge in pleasures I didn't know existed, to give life to dreams I didn't know I had. I feel like I'm rebirthing. I'm finally in control of my life and my destiny. It took meeting you to realize I was not happy and for that I am grateful. I know this isn't what you would like to hear. But for once in my life I want to stop pleasing people and start pleasing myself. I will now give myself the love I deserve and needed. And I hope you can respect that. I am now moving on and flying on my own. Thank you for the memories.

Reader's insights : I felt quite nervous doing this reading, my body was tense. There were remanent energies from group 2 because I kept thinking of their last song The Negative. You might want to check group 2 if you hesitated between group 3 and group 2. It was like this person hesitated saying the things they said because they thought you'd take it personally and they're aware of the wrongs it would cause. But they had to get it off their chest. The signs of Gemini, Aquarius, Sagittarius may be significant.

#pick a card #pac reading #just-a-ghost #spiritual pac #tarot reading #oracle cards #love pac #Spotify

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cosmic-ghost-hermit · 7 months ago

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What mask do you wear that is keeping you from the rebirth you have been waiting for?

I have a ton of prompts that I have waiting! My partner picked this one intuitively for the day so shout out to them. The decks used today are the Star Spinner Tarot, the Healing Waters Oracle and the Starseed Oracle. Take what resonates and leave the rest behind but always be open to new experiences.

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PILE ONE

Astrology: Leo, Pisces, Cancer

Song: Magic by B.o.B.

Vibes: Pink, blue, yellow, mice, rabbits, corvids, dice, bear, mushroom, 666, watermelon, kiwi, pancakes, hockey, activism, university, fairies, Amaterasu

Cards: The Sun, The Moon, 6 of Wands, The Waterfall, Cracked Open

Hello, pile one! The mask you wear is a mask of logic. You think you need to see it to believe it. You have a tendency to see the worst-case scenario in a lot of situations. You see life as guilty until proven innocent. This point of view is understandable but it is limiting your success. Why assume that you will fail before you have even begun? Especially, because you are so capable and a powerful manifester. You seem to believe that you deserve to fail. This belief is a subconscious belief that you can definitely remove easily if you just knew it was there. Take this mask off and you will see your dreams come true! Your manifestation will come true fast and easy it'll feel like the impossible became mundane. Spread your wings and fly my dear. You don't need to fear jumping from the nest. You have always been ready no matter who told you that you weren't. I believe in you, the universe believes in you! Please believe in yourself too!

PILE TWO

Astrology: Scorpio, Aquarius, Sagittarius

Song: We Are Golden by MIKA

Vibes: Lavender, periwinkle, gold, make-up, skin routine, hair routine, routine in general, butterflies, dragons, 444, sleeping beauty, roses, stars, crown, the sky, chocolate

Cards: King of Cups, 4 of Swords, 4 of Pentacles, Thank You, The Golden Children

Hi, pile two! Welcome to your reading. This miiiight be a little hard to hear so heads up on that. You are being held back by a mask that can't exist in the present. You are constantly thinking of what will be to the point where when you get the manifestation you were wishing for you can't even enjoy it because your mind has already turned to the next achievement to work towards. You are incredibly driven but I see how unsatisfied you feel about all that you do because of this mask. Take time to congratulate yourself! Take time to give yourself a gold star for your efforts. You worked so hard!!! Thank yourself for working so hard. Thank the world for what you have in front of you. What you will have is important to work towards but what you have now is still worthy of recognition. Look back at how much you put into what you have now. Look at all that you have achieved! It's hard for you to recall. The tunnel vision you get from the task at hand is blinding you from everything you have already done. Please see how well you have performed so far. Acknowledge yourself. Acknowledge your strength. Your inner child is screaming at me "ACKNOWLEDGE ME ACKNOWLEDGE ME ACKNOWLEDGE ME!!!!" You need to hear them because wow they are yelling loud. Don't just buy them something nice by the way. Genuinely allow them to feel happy about what they have done. Pat them on the head and tell them you see them.

PILE THREE

Astrology: Libra, Aries, Capricorn, Taurus

Song: The Call by Regina Spektor

Vibes: Pastel pink, yellow, teal, clocks, falcons, Horus, armor, coy fish, 8888, storms, renaissances festival, mermaids, libedo, strawberries, cucumbers, caramel

Cards: 6 of Cups, 8 of Wands, 8 of Pentacles, Let It Rain, Star Brothers

Pile three, welcome. You wear a mask of perfectionism. You have the belief that only you can perform tasks to the right standard. Part of this belief is good but some of it is holding you back. I am glad you have confidence in your abilities and feel capable enough to do things on your own. The problem is you feel this way a lot more than is physically healthy. You believe it so deeply it makes you over-exert yourself constantly. You probably feel super tired all the time. Part of you longs immensely for help with all the tasks you do. It feels lonely to do everything alone with no companionship. Let me tell you a little secret, my friend. Let them fail. Let people underperform the tasks that aren't and shouldn't be your responsibility. If you let things slip through the cracks it might seem like you are failing but really what you are doing by letting people fail is helping others learn lessons. You are doing yourself and the people around you a disservice by taking responsibility for tasks that need to be failed. If the people around you fail, they will be more likely to learn faster. You are robbing them of lessons and exhausting yourself in the process. That literally helps no one. The next time you see someone not doing their job properly. Let them. Let them not do their job. If someone else tries to make it your problem you tell them what I just told you, okay? It will make you a better teacher and the people around you better students. Let people fuck it up. Trust the universe. Trust people to learn even if it takes them a couple times to figure it out. Failure is the best lesson teacher.

PILE 4

Astrology: Capricorn, Gemini, Virgo

Song: Hell's Coming With Me by Poor Man's Poison

Vibes: Purple, lilac, navy blue, ibis bird, Thoth, architecture, stars, akashic records, 3rd eye chakra, crown charka, dreams, diamonds, lilys, daffodils, angels, whiskey, pyramids, curse breaker, dragonfruit, mangoes

Cards: The High Priestess, The Star, Ace of Swords, Stagnant Waters, Star Ancestors

Hi there, pile four. You wear a mask of imposter syndrome. You don't think you've done enough. It doesn't matter how much you have achieved. You never think it is enough. You are blind to how much you do. You have the belief that the world would be better off without you but the thing is. You raise the planet's vibration WAAAAY more than you believe. You have such a good heart and you are so balanced. You are kind, smart, intuitive, wise and witty. I wish you could see yourself clearly because you are truly an angel. The thing is all the things I just named are things you wish to be. You wish it as if you aren't aligned with those things already. The mask you are wearing is distorting your vision of your true self. The only thing holding you back is your perception of yourself. Let go of the past criticism that plagues you, my dear. You took that critique in stride and grew far past your initial goal. You have succeeded already. You already did it! Congratulations on being super awesome and cool! You don't need to wish upon a star anymore, baby! You are already a star yourself. <3 Change your view of yourself and you will be UNSTOPPABLE!!!

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angelpuns · 24 days ago

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50au part 33

Leo had spent nearly an hour pacing in front of Donnie's door. He was sure the softshell was asleep - which as good. Otherwise he was listening to Leo pace back and forth and mutter to himself about what to do.

On the one hand, he could talk it out. Which he hated doing. They'd been talking things out so much after the invasion and even though it- it worked, he still hated the way it made him feel.

Like someone had turned him inside out for everyone to see and it took everything to fix himself again after. There were still things they didn't really work through, because they weren't perfect and Leo certainly wasn't going to push to work through them when everything was awesome and perfectly fine and normal.

And hey, maybe this could be one of those things. He could just- just ignore it and pretend he didn't snoop through Donnie's files and pretend he wasn't totally worried about the future of his relationship with his family and how they were never going to look at him the same again and-

Ugh. Okay, maybe he did need to talk it out with them. He didn't want to - pizza supreme he did not want to - but maybe it would get rid of that persistent sick feeling. Like they would eventually leave him behind now that they'd seen him at his worst.

Brother or not.

Leo wrung his hands out, squeezing his knuckles and his fingers almost painfully tight. He didn't want to talk about it and he didn't want to know any of the other stuff he did while he wasn't…while he wasn't his best self.

While he wasn't playing his role in their family. He'd always wondered what he was without them. The answer seemed to be that he was scary.

And violent. And not at all the Leo they wanted him to be.

Leo finally stopped pacing. He didn't want to think about this anymore, he didn't want to make this decision right now.

So, he needed a distraction. And he was almost positive he hadn't been to Run of the Mill in a while - considering he probably hadn't even remembered it existed.

Leo sighed. He just needed a distraction, that was all. He wasn't gonna bother Hue so with his problems or- or ask advice like he usually did.

He was just going for a distraction. Maybe he'd get lucky and an interesting customer would come in. Or maybe he'd get even luckier and his ‘least favorite waiter’ would come in tonight.

Leo slipped back to his bedroom as quietly as he could, just hoping his pacing and muttering hadn't woken Donnie.

Who was he kidding, Donnie slept like a baby when he actually slept.

Leo grabbed one of his swords and went to cut a portal, but decided at the last minute he should at least look presentable.

He glanced in the mirror and grimaced. Eugh, yeah, when was the last time he washed this hoodie? Or put on deodorant?

…or even showered?

Memory curse be damned, he was gonna look and smell nice. Even if the restaurant was empty, he deserved a little treat.

For a second all he could think about was how much blood had been on Donnie's face in that video.

..or maybe he didn't, but he could pretend he deserved a little treat. This was supposed to be a distraction, after all, not a pity party after he'd ( albeit accidentally ) been the shittiest brother alive.

Leo took a quick shower, dressed, and was on his way within 15 minutes. He cut a portal to Run of the Mill and breathed in a deep sigh at the smell of pizza in the air.

It was always so warm here, the transition from the chilly lair making him grin.

This was gonna be a good night, whether he actually deserved it or not.

Leo made his way to his favorite booth, sighing and taking a seat. It wasn't too busy tonight, mostly just regulars chatting and eating. He glanced around, trying to see if he could find-

“Oh Le- er- uh- I mean-”

Leo turned at the voice and grinned.

Yuichi stood, notebook out as if to take his order. Even though the last time Yuichi had taken his order had been ages ago.

“ Can- Can I take your order, sir-”

“ Hey, cottontail, I missed you~” Leo leaned up and tugged Yuichi down into the booth by his shoulders, and right into a kiss.

Which is how Leo had been greeting him for nearly a year now, even though it made his cheeks burn and his stomach flip every single time.

Except - instead of leaning into it and giggling and doing that stupidly cute nose twitching thing he did, Yuichi pulled back and stood up defensively. Like- like he was scared or something.

“Woah, h-hey, Ich, what's wrong?” Leo frowned, chest filling with dread. Was…was Yuichi scared of him, too? Had he been here during the curse?

It wasn't like Leo had told anyone about Yuichi, so why would he- he hadn’t forgotten his boyfriend too, had he?

“ Um- it's not - you…you’re not still mad at me?” Yuichi asked, frowning faintly, “ I mean last time I saw you…but Hueso said there was a- a curse or something, but you were really upset and I just wanna makesureyouaren'tstillmadand-”

“ Calm down, mi alma , I'm not mad!” Leo fought to fix his face, his own anxiety simmering dangerously close to the surface, “ I just - there was a curse and-and I guess I…forgot about you, too…”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and stared down at the table.

Yuichi was scared of him too. He must have been, he wouldn't be acting like this if he wasn't.

Leo had come here for a distraction, but the curse just kept coming up in the worst ways. He was a…a monster. He must have been, or his family…his boyfriend, his twin, they wouldn't be acting this way.

He needed to find out what happened during the curse. He needed to know how to fix it. How to make everything better and show them that..that he wasn't as scary as he had been during the curse.

“ H-hey, it's okay, don't cry,” Yuichi had a hand on his shoulder, rubbing a circle into it with his thumb. Leo didn't even realize he was crying.

He sniffed, but didn't look up. Yuichi was scared of him. Donnie was scared of him. He bet Raph and Mikey were, too.

That's why Mikey kept asking if hugs were okay, why Raph wouldn't even touch him.

He must've done something terrible to Yuichi, too, for him to act like this.

Except, Yuichi sat down next him and pulled him in close, like he wasn't a monster waiting to snap or something.

Which apparently he was, he just hadn't…he hadn't known. Don't get him wrong, Leo knew he could get angry. He'd been so, so angry after the Shredder. And he'd been so angry at CJ after Raph was-

And he'd been angry for a long time after the invasion, too, but never at his family. Never at Donnie or Mikey or Raph or Dad. So why had he-?

He buried his face in Yuichi's shoulder and tried to stop crying. To stop being pitiful and sad when he was supposed to be apologizIng.

“...Ichi…” he murmured, voice muffled by Yuichi's uniform, “ I'm s-so…so..sorry..I didn’t- I wasn't…”

And what was worse than being a monster? Being a monster that didn't take responsibility for what he'd done.

“‘m so sorry…mi media naranja, I’m so-so sorry…” he murmured, trying not to squeeze Yuichi too hard. He was probably scaring him now, too. Yuichi was probably going to tell him to fuck off for doing…whatrver he had done. He didn't want to know, really, but he should! he should know!

He needed to take responsibility, even if he hadn't exactly been himself, because that Leo was him, too.

Angry and violent and scary.

Three words he'd never use to describe himself, because that would be admitting too much of the truth.

It would be too real and he'd never be able to take back the perfectly crafted mask, never be able to pretend everything was fine again.

Because it wasn't.

And he was still so, so angry.

Leo sat there for a while. He buried his face in Yuichi's chest and told himself it was just for a second, because he had to pull himself together.

He was sure that- that because he scared Yuichi he must have scared Hueso too. So he would need to apologise to him as well.

He mumbled as much to Yuichi, who just rubbed his shell and said he was fine, that Hueso wasn't upset with him.

Which was weird, cause Leo must have done something here.

He pulled away with a sigh and deep sniff.

He had to do the good thing now and talk about it. Even if Yuichi was scared of him and was definitely never going to talk to him again.

“...Ich..are you… Wh-what exactly happened when I was here last time?” he asked, though he dreaded the answer.

“ Did I do something.. Scary?”

Yuichi stared at him for a moment, nose twitching a little. Then he laughed, giving Leo a little side squeeze, “ Scary? No, no it wasn't- you weren't really scary,”

Leo must have been making a face, because Yuichi’s grin fell into a much gentler smile.

“ I promise, you weren't scary at all. I mean- I was a little worried and all, since you were yelling and got mad and all, but I definitely wasn't scared,” He explained, leaning over a bit and nudging his head against Leo's, “ …you want specifics of what happened? Cause I only know about half of it,”

Leo nodded a little. He felt a little better knowing Yuichi wasn't scared of him, and that he hadn’t done anything like he'd done to Donnie. He already felt sick to his stomach at the thought of genuinely fighting his twin, he didn't need to heap more guilt onto that.

“ Okay, well…”

Yuichi explained that Leo had come in looking a little rough, and when he hadn't known who Yuichi was, the rabbit had thought it was some kind of act. Which had led to Leo shouting at both him and Hueso. And then Leo had apologized for shouting and Yuichi kept him company while he ate, though they didn't talk much about anything.

“ And then your brothers showed up, and the next thing I knew Donnie shot me with a dart and I was taking a nap on the clock,” He shrugged, “ Hueso told me later about the curse and that you got home safe, at the very least. I really don't know what happened after that,”

Leo sighed in relief. It seemed like he really only had been acting like a Karen, if Yuichi's story was true.

“...thanks. I know it’s-it's really silly, wanting to know what happened,” Leo sighed, tired now that he wasn't spiraling over potentially hurting his boyfriend. He sunk deeper into the booth and leaned against Yuichi, “ ‘m sorry I asked for your manager. That wasn' nice…”

Yuichi chuckled at that, leaning over and giving him a little peck on his nose.

“ It’s not silly. I'd be scared if I went a week without knowing what I'd done,” He sighed, giving Leo a little squeeze, “ I don't know. It was kinda giving ‘ he asked for no pickles’, ya know? My big, strong turtle boyfriend fighting the man or whatever,”

Leo snorted, “ I don't think it counts if you were quote “The Man” in this situation. But I'd fight for you to have no pickles anytime, on my life”

“ Damn, that's a pretty serious promise. You sure you can keep it?” Yuichi teased, sitting up a little. Leo sat up as well, turning to say something totally witty and cool, but he was cut off by a loud bang!

He and Yuichi turned towards the entrance to see Donnie there, holding some sort of gun ( almost definitely of the lethal variety) with the remains of the wall blown to bits behind him.

“ WHAT IS IT WITH YOU HAMATOS DESTROYING MY RESTAURANT!?” Hueso appeared from the back almost instantly, pointing at Donnie, “ Donatello, I told you it was fine last time, but this is just-”

Donnie made eye contact with Leo and cut Hueso off with a shout, hurrying over to the booth. He swung his bo down towards Yuichi, stopping inches from his nose. Threatening him.

“ Get back! what are you doing to my brother!?”

“wh- DONNIE!?”

It was almost comical watching Yuichi pull away from Leo and stand up, hands up in surrender, “ I wasn't doing anything!”

“ Dee, back off!” Leo grabbed the end of the bo and pushed it away, “ what the hell man? You don't talk to me for a week and suddenly it's ‘ oh! Leo's in danger! I better save him from his boyfriend!’”

He was too angry to really care that he'd just completely outed himself, but it wasn't like it was a secret or anything.

Leo had just been so worn out from all the discussions about feelings and being open and honest that he kept this little tidbit to himself. Both the whole liking men thing ( which he was pretty sure was obvious anyway) and the Yuichi being his boyfriend thing.

“ What? Boyfriend?” Donnie turned to glare at Yuichi, then glanced back at Leo, “ since when do you have a boyfriend? And why wasn't I made aware of that development?”

“ You don't have to know everything about my life, Donnie, we talked about that, remember?” He bit out, trying his best to keep cool and failing quite miserably.

He couldn't believe this after Donnie not even wanting to be around him for a week. He gets that much, Donnie was scared! Everyone was fucking scared of him! He wouldn't want to hang out with that Leo either!

But now he was doing this complete turnaround and it was- it was all so ducking confusing!

So give him some grace for what he was about to do next.

“ unless something happened that you're not telling me about? Because you and everyone else seem determined to keep the truth from me-” he hissed, unable to keep himself calm. Fuck talking shit out, he was so tired of whatever the hell was going on with his family. Even if they were scared of him, Leo wanted to know what happened. What he did. He was so sick of being so confused all the time, “ I mean- shouldn't you tell your twin that he tried to fucking kill you? I think that would be kind of important information, Donnie!”

Donnie had the decency to at least look guilty. Even though something in Leo's chest ached when he saw it- especially knowing he was doing the complete opposite of being ‘ not scary’.

Hah, he was fulfilling the prophecy his cursed self had set out for him. To be angry and scary and too-too fucked up for his family to be around him.

He sighed shakily, the anger bleeding out in the face of Donnie's silence. He was exactly that, wasn't he? Too fucked up and scary and angry for his family to love him.

“ Can you just…just tell me everything that I did during the curse?” He muttered, too wore out to yell anymore, “ ….I just want…i want to know how bad I really was, so please, just…just tell me…”

Donnie stared at him for a moment longer. Yuichi had run off at some point.

Leo wondered if he'd lied about what Leo had been like during the curse. Lied about being scared of him. He was never good at really lying, but….if he was scared Of Leo…

After some silence, Donnie finally sat down in the booth across from him, hands folded in front of him. He still looked scared, the expression on his twin's face making Hus stomach sour.

“ Okay. You want to know…everything that happened..” Donnie murmured, pressing a button on his wrist tech and opening some sort of document, “ I don’t want to lie to you, Leo. It was never- none of us were trying to keep it from you, just-”

He sighed, “ you're not going to like it...any of it.”

“ I don't care,” He sighed, “ I don't care. Just..just tell me, please”

Okay here's the absolute bonkers leosagi chapter that doesn't?? idk i don't like it v much, it's totally unecessary :/ But one day when i write the real fic maybe I will be able to integrate it more. Also it was goofy and then gets serious again LMAO

enjoy. or not.

Part 1 | Part 32 | Part 34/the end

#rottmnt #art #fanart #digital art #rottmnt leo #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt fanfic #comic #rottmnt comic #rottmnt art #fanfic #50au #rottmnt 50au #fanfiction

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the-nami07 · 6 months ago

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hiii!! i love ur bf!percy hcs so much,, i was wondering if u could do one for leo ?? take ur time and its totally up 2 u😋 have a good day/night‼️🙂‍↕️

Ofc I can! Thank you for requesting!!

Dating Leo headcanons pt 1/?

I feel like y’all would be friends to lovers

You met him when you went to the forge to get a new sword

His eyes seemed to light up when he saw you

In a “This is my new bestie” kinda way

Denial faze

He realizes her loves you but he doesn't want to ruin the friendship

So he just denies the feelings

When he finally comes to his senses he confesses at Bunker 9

You came in to hang, but he spilled his guts

After a good convo, y’all are finally together!

[took long enough]

Anyways

He makes you metal flowers

Says he will stop loving you when the flowers wilt

which they're metal, they never will

He’s an amazing cook

Like AMAZING

Makes your fav foods all the time

If you have traditional foods from your culture he learns how to make them for you.

I have a feeling he has an “I ❤️my gf/bf/partner” shirt

He probs have a few

Def has a bulletin board of pics

Most are of you, but some are of him + the 7

He has it right in front of his work table so he can always look at them

Loves hugs

I mean he LOVES them

Will definitely melt if you hug him from behind while he’s cooking

Poor baby is touch-starved pls give him hugs

He hugs you all the time

Just to feel you and know you’re here

He also loves kissing you

His fav place to put his hands is your face

Just holding your face while he kisses you

Pet names in Spanish <3

“Amor”, “querido/a”, “cariño”

Brags about you

As he should you’re amazing!

He could be in a convo about playing the harmonica and he’d be like

“Yeah, my bf/gf/partner could learn this in an hour, they’re that awesome. Did I tell you that they *insert great feat here*? Yeah, they’re the best.”

You’re his biggest priority

Anything you need he will drop what he’s doing and help

Even if it’s smth silly like finding a rock to paint like a pizza

[idfk it’s late lol]

100% plays with your fingers

Cuddling during the winter is amazing

I mean he’s basically a human heater

But summer

I can just picture this

Him on his knees begging to cuddle you

And you’re just like “No you’re a heater. Find a way to turn the heat off then sure.”

You cave though and y’all cuddle

Just with no blankets

He teaches you Morse code

Y’all have secret convos in Morse code

He’s always saying “I love you.” in Morse code

And the first time you tap it back he almost cries

He is just overwhelmed that someone loves him

I mean he lost his mom, his dad is a god and we all know how that goes

Also i refuse to ship Caleo, so she’s out of the picture

He just loves you so much

That’s all for now, lmk if you want a pt 2! Also thanks again for the request! - Nami <3

#pjo #pjo headcanon #pjo x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez headcanons #pjo hoo

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ju1cyfru1t · 1 year ago

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i wish you would (Rise! Donnie x Reader) pt.1

Donnie snaps at reader after they put themself in danger.

angst?, fighting and yelling D:, gn reader, hehehehehe Donnie has a crush on reader 🤌, platonic or romantic

Pt.2

You think I'm gonna hate you now

'Cause you still don't know what I never said

You hit the ground, the sword you’d swiped from a foot clan soldier landing beside you with a clink. The origami soldiers turning to confetti in front of your eyes.

You just sat there for a moment as your heart raced, and yours wasn’t the only one.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called from you behind you and you felt a three-fingered hand grab your arm to help you up. “Are you ok? Are you hurt?”

You stood, turning to face Donatello while you brushed yourself off. “Yeah…yeah, I’m fine. Just a little shaken.”

Donnie looked all over you, checking for any injuries no matter how minor. A sigh of relief escaped him as he let go of your arm.

“What could you have possibly been thinking?! That was totally irresponsible, Y/N!”

You blinked at him, visibly confused. “What? Donnie, those soldiers were headed straight for you guys. You didn’t even see them, I had to do something!”

“That is not an excuse, you idiot!” He yelled. He actually raised his voice at you. “I mean, seriously! Do you have any idea how much danger you put yourself in?”

Raph, Leo, and Mikey couldn’t do anything but watch the scene in front of them stunned. Sure, they’d heard their brother get angry and yell before, but never at you.

“I don’t understand why you’re yelling at me right now. I didn’t do anything wrong, and I’m perfectly fine! I think I can handle myself against some paper.” You defended yourself, your own anger building. Why was he talking to you like this?

“Woah, woah, woah- Let’s just all calm down, ok? To be honest, Y/N, I thought that was pretty badass-“ Leo spoke up in your defense. I mean, why wouldn’t he? You didn’t even have a scratch on you!

“Shut up, Leo!” Donnie glared at his twin.

“Donnie, you need to chill.” Raph placed a hand on his brothers shoulder.

“Yeah, Y/N is fine, aren’t you?” Mikey responded. All but Donnie were on your side.

“Yes! Thank you!” You groaned. You just couldn’t understand why he was being like this.

“Fine.” Donnie’s eyes narrowed at you and he crossed his arms. He spoke to you through his clenched jaw, “but we’re not speaking until you can admit that you were wrong.”

Wrong about what?

“Fine.” You glared back, crossing your own arms.

Mikey, Raph, and Leo all shared a nervous, unsure look.

“Leo, portal Y/N home.” Raph ordered, motioning towards you.

“Alright, but if they end up in Jersey it’s on your conscience.” Leo shrugged, slinging his sword until a large, blue portal opened in front of you.

“I’ll try to talk to him, ok?” Mikey whispered and gave you a reassuring smile, patting you on the back. You just nodded, stepping into the portal.

You landed on your bed at home, watching the blue light fade. You curled up on your side, hugging your knees to your chest.

Donnie had never yelled at you before. Annoyed with you? Yes, but not angry.

You didn’t do anything wrong, right? You just wanted to protect them like they would do for you. You wanted to protect him. Why couldn’t he just understand that? Did he really mean what he said, or was it just in the heat of the argument?

You took a deep, shaky breath. Pulling out your phone from your pocket and clicking on April’s contact, listening to it ring.

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overandundertarot · 2 years ago

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Glimpse of a Cute and Comforting Moment Between You and Your Future Spouse.

Let's take a sneak peak into a moment between you and your future spouse that will bring you some comfort right now!

Piles 1-3

Pile 1

Cards; 5 of cups reversed, The magician, 10 of cups reversed. Ouuu pile 1 this moment may come after a fight or just an overcharged, intense situation. Your future spouse would be feeling so emotional but you would be calm throughout, offering comfort and guidance. You are an optimistic person, you'll be thinking of how to make the best of what's happening. You may also have short hair. You could also try brainstorming with them. To them, it feels like anything can workout as long as you're by their side. They'll be thinking; damn! I'm so glad i have them on my side. They just think you're so dependable and honestly you're their emotional support. I'm getting that after this moment they might feel like they were underappreciating you before and become determined to cherish you properly going forward. A lot of whats coming forward is how your spouse feels for you and views you, they adore you! And in this moment they're feeling the full force of that adoration, even though they may not have realised it themselves before this. I'm seeing you two sitting down, close together; could be cuddling, but definitely holding hands. It would be a silent moment and they would just be staring at your face so hard, trying to comit it to memory. In this moment you give them the strength to go on, you're their comfort. For some this could be before you enter the relationship and this moment is what's going to endear you to your future spouse and make them start seeing you in a romantic light! They'll be freshly out of a breakup and think that the perfect person for them was here all along, im sensing that you may intuitively understand this as well and also start persuing them. You were waiting for a chance! You're quite sly pile one lmao.

Pile 2

Cards; 8 of pentacles, 5 of swords reversed, Justice. You and your fs are very much partners in crime. You work very well together. This moment is at a time of success for both of you. For you pile 2 though, you may be feeling a sense of loss, kind of like this success is bittersweet. The journey to where you are at the time of this moment was not easy, but you were determined to get through. It feels like because you were hurt in the past, you were worried about the situatuation but your future spouse is more practical and they're telling saying something like; "If you put in the work of course you'll get the results." Lmao, they may be quite stern faced and a no nonsense kind of person. Either way, it's a moment that you'll share with your community as well as one that you will both be absolutely engrossed in. You won't be thinking about anything else. I'm getting that you both are very involved in the welfare of others and this may be connected to both of your careers, like a philanthropist couple. For some, this could be a proposal amongst friends and family and you'll be so surprised, bursting into tears saying something like "I can't beleive this!" and your spouse would be disgruntled because to them it was very obvious that a quality relationship was built and that you were the one for them. It will feel like things are clicking into place for both of you. Confirmations/signs for this pile could be aries or leo, air signs and birds, law, mesmirising eyes and the night sky.

Pile 3

Cards; 4 of wands, 8 of wands, knight of cups. This is a pivotal moment for the expansion of your relationship. It will feel much worse in the moment than it will actually be. Your future spouse is so playful pile 3. They may appear unserious and withdrawn meanwhile you get jealous and insecure because of this. To be honest, both of your attitudes are quite different from the outcome of the situation. This may be a misunderstanding that resolves itself through sheer luck and coincidence. Your spouse is a dreamer, someone who loves to keep their head in the clouds but are afraid of attachment, meanwhile you feel too much and don't know how to translate that properly to other people so your feelings can come off as too much or simply not sincerely. Despite this you still end up in a successful relationship together and hold on strong. Regardless of that, this is a moment of separation. Your spouse may be interacting with someone which makes you jealous. It's clear that in this moment you decide to move on, your fs may attempt to chase but it just brings about a bigger misunderstanding. There's so much pining between you two, it's unreal. Your love story is filled with twists and turns. It's like evrytime you try to seek comfort from your friend as about your relationship they may be thinking,"What happened NOW?!" This is a moment that you both look back on, later in your relationship and laugh about. "Gosh, we were so stupid!" Confirmations for this pile are birds, all the cards I pulled for this pile had birds on them.

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Thanks for participating in this pick a pile reading! Any feedback would be awesome :)

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domestic-fluff · 3 months ago

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Guess who put his hands on a very awesome mystic weapon??

Honestly I think too much about this interaction, Ichi would be amazed with Leo's mystic sword after finding out he can teleport with it. He absolutely would nerd out about it.

Another thing that I can't get out of my head is the fact that Leo's sword is somehow/kinda part of his soul (? So Practically Ichi is marveling at Leo's soul.

And, for last., there's no way Leo can't notice how cute is Ichi when excited.

I love this drawing so much, even if I think Ichi's proportions are a little off.

#srtuc #samurai rabbit the usagi chronicles #samurai rabbit #yuichi usagi #sketch #doodle #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #artists on tumblr #leosagi #leoichi #pencil drawing

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stardust-poet · 3 months ago

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♡ training with leo valdez

Warnings: rushed bc I'm losing motivation, short as fuuuuuuuck

A/n: Alright, don't judge me. I had to put something out there.

Enjoy .

Woohoo training with leo valdez

Alright so you wanna train

...

Nobody's around

Okay, grab your trusty elf leo valdez to train with you then.

Honestly...

I don't think he'd one-on-one train with you

Partially because he doesn't think he can fight without his fire

And partially because he doesn't wanna accidently hurt you

He has a major crush on you and cannot hurt you

Maybe if you begged and pleaded, he would fight one-on-one

He'd probably tap out soon tho

He just can't

Not when you look so hot.

He's staring the entire time

The

Whole

Time.

Like you're hot and sweaty, sure

But damn...

He can't take his eyes off you, even if he tried

If you have like a t-shirt on

And you take it off bc you have a tank top under it

GODS

His nose is BLEEDING.

he is as RED as a TOMATO

Cuz ur so hot and lovely and beautiful and sweet and smart and kind and

...

Anyways

Maybe he'd make you a machine thingy?

Like a full-on robot you could train with.

It definitely punched him in the face once while he was working on it

He drew a silly face on it too

>:]

It has like keywords that you can shout to active certain things

[Insert word] to start the fight/training session

And

[Insert word] to stop

And probably other things leo added in

He makes to where if you shout 'dance mode', the bot just starts full-on break dancing

(Bluey reference, anyone?)

Or a TikTok dance idk

Leo would shout it like mid-training session after your getting a little wore down

And you just have to. Look at him

He'd have this big fucking grin on his face

It's so cute honestly

Alright, but now you've actually convinced him to train with you

Maybe he throws like little tiny fireballs to dodge

Or he's sword fighting with you

Tbh at that point your teaching him how to sword fight

You don't realize it until you're actually done, and he's gone back to God's know where

But you were so close to him

Moving his hands to hold the sword right,

Behind him with your chin practically resting on his shoulder, teaching him what position to be in

And best of all?

Getting him on his knee in front of you, with your sword/dagger under his chin, forcing him to look up at you

Oh.

That's when he fell so hard

Like he's so in love with you, it almost hurts

It's definitely killing Piper after she hears every little detail about this training session.

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risestarkiss · 1 year ago

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I know that you usually make the ramblings but I think that this is something to look into- in the bad timeline, Leo loses his right arm (as he's wearing a robotic prosthetic), but it probably wouldn't be that hard of a switch because while he is right handed (holds mugs with his right hand, uses the odachi with his right hand etc) but when he's using the twin swords in the movies he shows off some ambidextrous tendencies.

Also to note on the Donnie fashion one, all of his genius brand apparel has the logo printed on it, meaning there probably no tags on the clothes he makes.

Also also I love your ramblings they really showcase how much thought was put into this show

Yes, Leo is very talented! I believe he is absolutely ambidextrous.

And, Donnie is the type to put his logo on anything he makes, but he is so high strung about his babies that I wouldn’t be surprised if he put BOTH the logo and a tag on his clothing. (Probably with a TON of directions for washing. 😒) And and, thank you SO much! 💜 I believe the creators put their all into this show and didn’t get even HALF of the the kudos they deserved…

Ps. “Leo loses his right arm (as he's wearing a robotic prosthetic)” Did he? Did he lose his arm?

Is he wearing a prosthetic? Or is it just a sleeve enhancement? ...Anywho, Thanks for the ask! 😌😁 💜💜💜

Update: Thanks @aenor-llelo for providing this absolute treasure!

I've been wondering about Leo's arm for years...

youtube

This is an alternate opening to the Rise movie. @5:19 Leo's right arm is torn to bits and you can see that it's all completely mechanical. That means that the crew did indeed intend for Leo's arm to be a prosthetic in the final version of the movie! Answers, answers everywhere. 😩😁 💜💜💜

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riizebabie444 · 2 years ago

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your future spouse’s love language

hi! i'm pearl and i’m so happy you chose this reading ♡ today’s reading is all about the love language of your future spouse and how they express it. this is my first pac on this blog so I hope you enjoy!

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♥︎ pile 1 ♥︎

♡ love language ♡

quality time + acts of service

♡ how they express love ♡

i immediately see that this person is not a touchy–feely type; they don’t particularly enjoy or feel comfortable with physical touch, especially the type you might expect in a relationship. so, physical touch is definitely on the bottom of the list of their love languages. however, they do like holding your hand and burying their face in your body. and it is clear to me that quality time is very important to them.

this person loves deep conversations; i’m hearing, in particular, the half–full/half–empty debate. i believe it is of importance to them and may be a deciding factor in whether or not they want to pursue you. they seem like the type of person who would use this debate or others like it to judge other people. but regardless, i think they are genuinely a philosophical person; they love talking with you, getting to the roots of your brain and heart, finding out how you feel and why you feel those things so they can know you better.

i think they’re quite a sensitive person; i have reason to believe that for some of you reading this, your future spouse may have grown up with separated or divorced parents, or a broken family in general. this reflects a lot in how they allow themselves to love. they don’t like touch or pda because they very rarely saw it with their own parents. they also may have not received a lot of attention as a child, and this is why quality time is important to them.

i’m seeing art very prominently, so either them or you could be artists. i said quality time and i definitely think expressing yourselves together creatively would be fun to do. maybe art dates, or walks in nature and under the stars to gain inspiration for art. and other activities like pottery class or bouquet making, they might take you to a wreath making class do you can make one together for your home in the holidays; if there's anything fun and creative to do, they want to do it with you.

they have a rough edge that is hard to crack through. but they are driven and if they are serious about you, they will put in the effort. i’m seeing acts of service, like always paying for meals and bringing/making you coffee and driving you to where you need to go. it would also be hard to read their facial expressions, but they are soft for you on the inside and you will know this because of all the little things they do for you.

♡ symbols and signs ♡

clouds, paint/drawing/art, crying, the letter s, a white horse or other white animals (such as a dog or cat), heterochromia, gemini, 5, tree, stars, 32, mythology, leo/5th house, opiuchus, dark brown hair, roses, water signs.

♡ cards ♡

the artist, knight of swords, the lovers rv, five of cups rv

♥︎ pile 2 ♥︎

♡ love language ♡

acts of service, gift giving + quality time

♡ how they express love ♡

from them, i am getting the image of an angel who gives. they are a generous person; they like giving to support you. whether it is extravagant gifts or simply helping you in giving you what you need to get by. i see both ends of the spectrum — for some of you, they will be able to give you expensive and fancy things, and for some of you, they will not be as disposable with their income but will still give to you because they care about you.

gold is popping out a lot, so maybe gold jewellery or other gold gifts, or maybe they like gold wrapping paper. and it is not subjective – it can be anything deemed precious, like gold. but i also see they are quite moderate, so they prefer to give gifts with deep thought and meanings to them rather than going straight for the most expensive and fancy looking item in the store.

i see this person with a lot of fears and anxieties in regards to the relationship they have with you, and they may also worry you feel the same way. and it’s normal to have these feelings at some point in a relationship. so, i think they’d be urged to give more gifts when they have those worries. they want to appeal to you with generosity which could turn into an unhealthy habit, so keep an eye out for those who this resonates with.

bringing you water on a hot day — this image feels really clear. maybe those of you reading this live in a hot country, or really like hot weather. i see the sun bright in the sky and they’re worried you may be dehydrated or suffering from heatstroke, so they will always make sure you are drinking enough water, especially during hot weather.

and carrying on with the topic of sun, there’s a scene where the sun is touching the horizon. perhaps you guys went to watch the sun set after a date. gold rays are coming in strongly, so it might be your guys’ thing – watching the sun set or rise and leaving the curtains open in your home so the rooms can fill with warm, bright light from the sun. consistency is important to them, so little routines like these that you both enjoy makes them feel so special and they love being reminded that you are there to experience these moments with them.

♡ symbols and signs ♡

sagittarius, water signs, flowing water, nightmares, sun, jupiter, marigolds, sunset and/or sunrise, 10, wings, studio ghibli, unhealthy habits, summer, 444

♡ cards ♡

temperance, nine of swords, knight of cups, seven of wands.

♥︎ pile 3 ♥︎

♡ love language ♡

physical touch, quality time + words of affirmation

♡ how they express love ♡

with two kings here, i definitely see they are very vocal and confident with their words. they seem like the person who always speaks their mind, whether they are expressing happy thoughts or bad ones. that also means they will make it clear when they are upset or angry, but it also means they will clear any doubts you have and make sure you know that they love you.

although, for some of you, i see that your future spouse could be the type who falls silent when they are angry, but even in this case, they will eventually tell you what the issue is and make it clear that their feelings for you don’t change so easily.

in particular, i hear “you’re the best!” and grabbing your head and kissing you on the forehead. “i’m so lucky,” “i couldn’t have figured this out without you,” and “you look great in that outfit,” are what i’m also hearing. i think for some of you, your future spouse will be the type of person who has a catchphrase, like “i’m impressed,” or something along those lines. this is just what i heard, but it could be anything, and they will tend to use it to boost your confidence, and also when they are trying to flirt with you.

they obviously love to spend time with you, but i think they will particularly love holidays with you. i’m seeing quiet villas in countries along the equator, maybe that resonates with some of you. for others, i see the coast. peaceful getaways are like a goldmine to them; they may not happen a lot but when they do, they have the best times of their lives with you.

and holding hands is so prominent. just hands in general. even if you’re holding something else in your hand, they will take it and replace it with their own hand. physical touch like cuddling and kissing would take place, but for them, touching you with their hands is what fulfils them. it’s the fact that you are real and touchable so they always need that reality check to ensure you’re really there. and if you like all the touching, then they will do it tenfold. holding hands, or their hands roaming all over your body; whatever it is, they will almost always have their hands on you.

♡ symbols and signs ♡

323, twice (kpop girl group), coasts, nice hands, black birds, italy, blue skies, 11, magpies, graduation, purple gown, olives, pastel colours, chameleon, green, greece

♡ cards ♡

ace of swords, two of wands, king of wands, king of swords

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teecupangel · 4 months ago

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So, I’ve been playing skyward sword and I’m in absolute love with the flight control - so naturally I started thinking of Desmond as a loftwing. I think he’d be light brown, like dark sand maybe, with gold and white accents. Colour of his hair, colour of his hoodie, colour of the Eye, etc. Hawk/eagle colours. I don’t think he’d find it hard to adapt to… uh, becoming a really big bird. Big enough to bite Templar heads off with his massive beak! Maybe even big enough for a human to… ride?

Huh. This is neat. Wonder if Altair wants to go flying. Thus: Altair becomes the Eagle of not only Masyaf, but also the Skies Over Masyaf. Well, at least he’s having fun! (Though the thin strap on the simple saddle Altair made for Desmond is distressingly flimsy, Desmond keeps worrying that the buckle will fail and his ancestor will fall off…)

Few centuries later, Ezio finds a massive bird in a stasis crystal in the Sanctuary under Monterriggioni, the same shape and size as the stone bird standing curled around Altair’s statue. When he puts a hand on the crystal, it shatters, and the bird wakes up, immediately moving to preen Ezio’s hair. Ta-da! Loftwing companion, get!

Leonardo agrees to make a more secure double-strap saddle for Desmond that buckles both in front of his wing joints and behind them under the feathers, for the low low price of letting Leonardo fly on him a few times. F-For science, of course! There’s no way a bird this big should be flight worthy, after all! It has nothing to do with how nice it feels to fly, or how the shape of the wings has Leo rethinking his flight machine, and, oh! This crest is so soft, and Desmond is very permissive with petting…

My first thought is that Desmond would have the same coloring as a roseate spoonbill XD

But your coloring matches him even better.

For the saddle, I think it would start off as a simple saddle then Altaïr would start to use the Apple to make a better, more efficient saddle.

And that’s the saddle that Leonardo finds in one of the codex pages. He modifies it so it would become a double-strap saddle with a design befitting a Leonardo Da Vinci work. (Not that Altaïr’s saddle was ugly, it was just focused on performance and Altaïr didn’t care about how it looked other than the colors should complement Desmond)

Altaïr also made the saddle have more utility and Desmond was used to having supplies on his back.

Of course, Ezio thinks that bulky supplies doesn’t look good on Desmond and Desmond is just like “I really don’t care but it’s not like you can understand what I’m saying so you just do you, Ezio.” while Leonardo agrees.

So, Desmond while with Altaïr felt more like a majestic wild beast of the skies.

With Ezio though? Desmond turns into a divine bird of justified vengeance courtesy of Ezio’s ideas that Leonardo has to interpret and turn into reality (the woes of all artists with unreasonable clients)

Claudia saw the expenses and borrowed a mercenary’s sword to cut her own brother down XD

#assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #leonardo da vinci #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre

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cokoweee · 5 months ago

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Fair warning! I can’t write action scenes. BUT it’ll be a little bit better after this little bit. Maybe.

I don’t actually know how to write at all. So. Ya know.

ALSO: tw for death and suicidal thoughts/intention (more so after this part but there’s a lil)

He did it.

He won.

He’s floating through the air, watching the world he knows close. But it doesn’t matter.

He won.

He smiles softly and hugs the picture of his family close to his chest.

Something moves to the right of him. His head tilts in the direction of the movement, but it moves just out of his vision before he can see what’s happening. He should probably turn his head or something. But he’s just so tired. He doesn’t hear any crashing footsteps or weapons charging up, or anything being unsheathed, so like, it’s probably fine.

Air whooshes past his face as he’s grabbed. Arms previously hugged to his chest are splayed to his side, legs kicking uselessly at the air around them. His breaths wheeze through constricted lungs as he’s gripped around his middle and squeezed. Turns out it wasn’t fine.

He scrambles against the grip as he’s lifted into the air and thrown. His swords fall from his hands as he flails trying to grab onto something -anything- to slow his fall.

There’s nothing.

A sicking crack fills his ears as his shell makes contact with the ground.

The world spins, fast and disorienting as he struggles to get back up. He feels something grab at his chest. He moved to swipe it away, only to be met with his own hand. He groaned.

Something in the distance moves again. He curses his concussion as his eyes refuse to focus. He runs through a proper protocol for concussion first aid when his train of thought is abruptly broken by a fist slamming against his carapace.

Air forces its way through his lungs. Shallow and forced. It’s not enough. Panic rips through him as he watches the exosuit raise his arm. His mind blanks as his chest is pressed further into the ground, all training out the window. What is he supposed to do against this?

He watches in horror as his carapace caves inward as the hand makes contact again. He bites back a scream as he struggles against the iron grip.

He needs to fight if he wants to live, he knows that. He knows. He put up a fight earlier, why was it so hard now? Air struggles to make its way through his broken chest as his mind wanders. What’s the point of fighting? His family is safe and their key is gone. He just wants to breat-

The hand squeezes him harder and lifts him up again. He pulled his arms into his shell slightly to brace himself for landing when instead, he was launched into the abyss. Tears fill his eyes as he sails. He doesn’t want to do this anymore.

His body hits the ground with a dull thud and he does not move. It burns as his lungs struggle to keep up with his frantic panting. He tries to pull himself up, but a flash of agony from his ribs pulls him back down.

The world manages to spin even more off kilter as he opens and closes his mouth like a fish, no air filtering through.

He can feel the creature staring at him.

Blood dribbles lazily from his mouth as he turns his head to look out beyond the floating rock he’s on. The photo is clutched close to his chest as he feels something roll down his cheek. He watches it land on his cracked carapace numbly. It’s a muted red color, something Mikey would have probably used in his graffiti paintings.

Mikey.

He needs to get back to his family. The slow drip from his mouth turns to a steady stream of liquid as he slowly pulls himself into a standing position. The monster was still staring at him, cold and calculating, he was taunting him, but Leo couldn’t hear a word over the rush of blood in his ears.

A hand launches at his figure again, too fast for his aching body to dodge. The blow hits him, and his ego. He was always the fastest during training sessions. Always the fastest when they took down villains. Always the first to quip and joke to lighten the mood. So why was it so hard to put on that facade now? Why- why was it so hard to just fight back?

Pain blooms around his middle as he’s lifted into the air. The monster studies him, looking him up and down before piercing a claw through his leg. He screeches, blood pooling from the wound as he tries to escape. The monster lets go, claw tearing through muscle and bone and leaving a gaping hole in his leg.

There’s a moment of weightlessness before he’s thrust back into the ground. His head hits the ground breaking the rock under him and send him soaring into the floating rubble.

He thinks he screams for it to stop.

He’s picked up again, this time thrown impossibly deeper into the endless expanse of the dimension. He’s done. He can’t win. There’s nothing he can do to make it back home.

His body hits a rock as he soars. A pang of something registers in his chest.

Sadness?

No.

Disappointment.

There’s a pang of disappointment each time he hits a piece of debris and does not die. It’s disgusting to want it, selfish and vile and he - he has a family. He never wanted it to end this way.

But he won and that’s all that matters. His family is safe and he’s here. He’s ok with that. They don’t need him anymore. They’re safe. His hands clutch desperately at his photo as more tears leak from his eyes. It burns as the salt flows into the cuts. He watches lazily as blood flows from his wounds, strange and floaty in the antigravity of the prison dimension. It would have been kinda cool to see if it wasn’t his own blood.

A light appears at the edge of his vision and he sighs. The pain is less now, more like tv static than the stabbing, white hot pain earlier. The light means he’s done. He smiles.

Something Red (or was it Purple?) grabs him roughly. His arms are too tired to resist, but he tries. He wanted to be done. He doesn’t want to fight anymore. He throws his arms up over his head, a que he hopes the monster will take.

No weapon, no fight. Hopefully it will be quick.

The Purple/Red is unrelenting and pulls him closer to the light. He can see his brothers. He’s glad they’re the last thing he’ll see. The fight leaves his body and he closes his eyes as light fills his vision.

Leo hears before he sees. Sounds of muddled panic and yelling. It hurts his head. Someone is rubbing their fingers in circles along his face. Gently, but it still hurts. His eyes open a crack and he sees his twin brother staring down at him. The light of the sunset was too bright for him, sending flashes of pain into his temple. He blinked slowly to try and adjust to the light as he looked around. His head is being cradled by Donnie, and Raph is on the phone. His head swims with questions as nausea rolls through his stomach.

The sound of everything is too much. The prison dimension had no sound. Just the empty vacuums of space, prime’s taunting and his own screaming. The sudden onslaught of noise makes his head throb. His body beats in tandem with his head and his stomach twists uncomfortably. He leans over as far as his twin will let him and hurls. It burns his throat but he feels a little better. His twin is telling him it’s ok, that he’s ok, that he’s gonna be ok.

His twin never lies. He’s going to be alright. He dimly wonders where Mikey is as he closes his eyes again.

His eyes snap open. This is all wrong. He’s not supposed to be here. He’s supposed to be dead. No one actually saw a light when they died.

Probably.

Ok, maybe he’s never died before so he wouldn’t know, but it felt way too cliche to be true. His mind was playing tricks on him. One last cruel joke before he kicked the can.

He squirmed under the grip of his fake twin. The grip falters for a moment and he takes his chance. He threw himself onto the ground and blindly scraped his hand over the concrete looking for his swords. They’re here somewhere. He threw them to the side a while ago, but he’ll find them again. He needs to… what does he need to do again? Stupid concussion. He’s pulled back almost instantly by a grip too strong for him to break.

Ah. He’s supposed to get back home.

“I wanna go home” he screamed trying to twist his way out of the grip again. “ I wanna go home I wanna go home I wanna go HOME I WANNA GO HOME.” He repeats it like a prayer. Tears flow down his face as he’s pinned in place.

“You are home. You’re ok.” A gentle voice is whispering close to his ear and rubbing his face again. It’s repeated over and over again, a challenge to his own screaming. But it’s not real. It can’t be.

Air won’t enter his lungs again. He chokes, his breathing garbled and wet as blood fills his lungs, but he continues his chant.

There’s a flurry of movement around him and he’s jostled slightly. The white knuckled grip on him relaxes and he’s pulled close to someone. In a hug maybe? He’s too tired to care. And right now all he wants is air in his lungs.

Rain splashes on his face as his lungs stutter. Maybe this isn’t a trick? He can’t imagine the feeling of rain. Blood drips from his mouth as he stops his screaming to look up into the sky.

The sky was a bright blue. There was no rain. It was his twin.

His twin was crying.

Donnie never cried.

Donnie was crying because of Leo. His chest filled with pain as he realized he couldn’t fix this. It hurt worse than the beating he’d taken mere minutes earlier. He wasn’t going to be ok.

Donnie had lied.

Tears flowed faster down his own face as he reached blindly for Donnie’s hand. His vision was blurry -probably from the multiple times he was bashed against a rock he realized dimly- but he couldn’t find it so he just slapped a hand to his plastron and hoped Don got the message.

His chest spasmed as air forced its way through. He wanted to tell his twin that he’s sorry. That he’s sorry it had to end this way. That he doesn’t want to leave him. That he’s scared. That he really, really doesn’t want to die. His vocal cords vibrate sluggishly against the blood coating his throat.

A wet garble escapes his mouth and he tries again, this time managing a goopy, raspy sound. Not a word, but hey, progress is progress. He’s about to try again when a tear hits his cheek and he’s pulled against Donnie’s chest. His head is cradled against his twin’s plastron, his ear placed directly over his heart. The noise, although faster than it should be, is reassuring. He feels his consciousness starting to slip and clears his throat as best he can.

“Anata wa hitori ja nai.” He whispers as darkness clouds his vision.

He hopes Donnie heard.

Yuppers here’s part one of whatever this is 🫠

-writing anon

Stupid tumbler ruining my paragraph format for literally no reason

EVEN THO ITS SAD THIS WAS ME THE WHOLE TIMEA AGSGAUAgahaj

I gotta put tw tags but writing anon ur my fave lil bug

YOURE STAYING ON THE SHELF

Part 2

#asks and replies #anon fic #tw death #cw death #tw sibling death #cw sibling death

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