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“Hello, twerp.”

Kayla grunts at him. She is focused, intently, on something small enough to be covered up by her hands and curtaining hair; Nico decides it is likely some kind of explosive. There is a reason she, Banned From Arts ‘n’ Crafts For Criminal Reasons, is sneaking into the Hermes’ cabin’s time slot and hiding behind Julia.

Instead of confirming that she is, indeed, planning to blow up at least one of her brothers’ bunks in their sleep tonight, because of Plausible Deniability, Nico swings a leg over the picnic table bench, settling in next to her. She spares a second of attention to blow a raspberry at him, seemingly unprovoked. Nico reaches calmly over, plucks a pair of scissors from Connor’s hands, which he allows because of who he is as a person, and snips a piece of her hair. In response she pulls a notebook from her pocket and puts a little tick mark next to Nico’s name.

“So,” Nico says, choosing to ignore that. “I have a Question.”

“Ten dollars.”

“I’m not paying you, you little shit.”

“Then wonder in silence.”

Nico digs two wrinkled fives from his shoe and slams them on the table, scowling. Kayla pockets them.

“Proceed.”

Nico glares at her, noting her twitching mouth, and remembers that he does, in fact, need her help, and her brother is, in fact, his best friend, so challenging her to a duel to the death is a bad idea on both counts.

(Nonwithstanding the part where she has deadly accuracy with any projectile from almost any semi-reasonable distance. And he has, like, a sword. So.)

“Your brother,” he starts, and he does not need to clarify which one, “is always trying to…feed me.”

“Yes,” she agrees, “he is internally a seventy year old Southern woman. He does that.”

“Fruits.”

“Hm.”

“Oranges, specifically. Like, every single meal.”

“…Ah.”

It is a very knowing ah, Kayla’s little noise, and in fact she sets her project aside. (It is, in fact, an explosive.) She turns slightly on the bench to face him, lips pursed, hands folded. She blinks at him for several moments. Nico holds her gaze, remembering he is out ten dollars.

“My dear brother,” she begins, “my lovely, kind-hearted, smiley, morning person brother, is neurotic.”

Nico waits. This is, apparently, the end of her sentence, as she does not continue.

“I am aware,” he says slowly. “I have been present during every rant about Hollywood inaccuracies about medical sciences.”

She nods sagely. “This is true. You have. You are, however, by virtue of his cripplingly low self esteem and fervent belief that his mere existence is a Literal Actual Curse, spared from much of his most…colourful…contingencies.”

“Contingencies,” Nico repeats.

Kayla nods again.

“Yes. You see, dear future brother-in-law —”

“Cease,” Nico snaps, reddening.

“— our lovely William, also known as your Special Guy, according to Nico With Severe Blood Loss.” continues Kayla, not ceasing, “is under the impression that you, like all people, have a Limit.”

“…A Limit.”

“Yes. A point or level beyond which something does not or may not extend or pass.”

“I know what a godsdamn limit is, Kayla.”

“You seemed confused.”

“I am going to strangle you.”

Openly snickering to herself, she moves on.

“He feeds you oranges because he regularly paces around the cabin in the middle of the night stressing about your vitamin levels,” she explains, finally. “He doesn’t know how to tell you that like a normal person because he’s afraid he’s going to weird you out. Ergo.” She makes a flippant gesture with her hands. “Citrus.”

“Why is he so godsdamn cute,” Nico mutters to himself, then remembers to throw out a hasty, “Thank you,” before scrambling away from the table, ignoring the gathered snickers, and beelining for the the Demeter cabin. “Gods.”

It is empty, thankfully, when he strolls in, except for Miranda in the front gardens, who holds up a finger as he gets closer and whispers to a struggling seedling.

“Hey,” she says after a moment, smiling up at him. “What’s up?”

“I need,” he starts. He purses his lips, rocking back on his heels. His hands make some kind of motion. He’s not sure what, exactly, he didn’t give them permission. “I need.”

Miranda, thankfully, has had years of experience communicating with non-speaking entities, and as such is relatively fluent in Nico. She dusts off her hands, patting the spot beside her. Nico sits as indicated.

“Try a deep breath first,” she instructs. “When your brain is back up and running, try again.”

“It’s running. It’s running a lot.”

“Oh. In that case, might I suggest a small shout of frustration?”

“You may.”

He clears his throat, resting his hands on his diaphragm to Maximize the Output, as he has been previously instructed, and yells. A passing satyr jumps a full five feet in the air and flees. Nico grimaces, calling apologies after them.

“They’re never going to like me,” he grumbles.

Miranda pats his head. “There, there. One issue at a time.”

“Solace,” he says at her invitation, gesturing again. “Oranges.”

“…Ah.”

“He is. You know. Right?”

“I must confess I do not.”

He takes a moment to collect himself. Or, well, he tries to. He’s had an easier time trying to wrangle errant souls surfing along the Styx, but whatever. He literally owns his brain. It Shall submit to him, or he’ll get a new one. Watch.

“Will is…intensely thoughtful.”

“He’s a sweetheart,” Miranda agrees. “Once he brushed past me on the way to dinner and felt that I was going to get a cold, so he took the food I got and exchanged it for soup and veggies and Gatorade and stuff. He forgot to actually tell me that I was about to get a cold, at the time, but it was really nice of him in hindsight.”

Nico makes another loud, strangled bleating noise. Thankfully, no satyrs are harmed.

“He is so!”

“There, there,” Miranda says again. “You’ll get to full sentences soon, I’m sure of it.”

He takes a few moments to have a minor crisis in the peace and tranquility of Friendship. It’s this new thing he’s been trying. Will tells him it’s usually called ‘trust’ and ‘vulnerability’. It is mortifying for the most part but in small doses is kind of cool. Mostly.

“Who takes care of Will?“

“He doesn’t really get sick. Apollo genes and all that.”

“No, like. Emotionally.”

“Oh.” Miranda frowns thoughtfully. “Um. Chiron, maybe? I’m not actually sure.”

“It needs to be me,” Nico stresses. “He always takes care of me, and I want to, like, repay him. Not transactionally,”Nico rushes to clarify, “but, like, mutual care-ily.”

“I see.”

“You see?”

“Yes,” Miranda says sagely. “You must Show Him. That you are Invested in your Relationship.”

“Yes!” Nico cries, gripping her by the elbows. She meets his gaze head on, eyes wide and wizened. “Yes, exactly. Relationship Investment. You’re so smart.”

Miranda preens. “Thank you.” She stands, brushing off her jeans — fruitlessly, she’s got grass stains on top of grass stains on every piece of clothing she owns — and offering Nico a hand. Together they stand and observe the various shrubs, trees, and vines surrounding the cabin, hands on their hips.

Nico narrows his eyes. “Should I just get him oranges?”

“I still don’t fully understand the orange thing. But Will likes peaches.” She leans up and plucks one off of the largest tree, holding it out to Nico. “They make him think of home.”

Nico takes the peach and inspects it. It is, of course, impeccable — thick and heavy, skin soft and unblemished, full enough with juice and flavour to be fragrant even from the arm’s length Nico holds it. This is the kind of peach that wins fairs. This is the kind of peach that sits, prized, in a market, watching as mothers and hipsters claw at each other. This is the kind of peach that immediately upon first touch strikes within you such an intense urge to chuck it at the nearest hard surface and watch it splat into a beautiful explosion of Squelch that Nico has to, hastily, set it down and out of immediate reach.

“It’s perfect,” he declares.

“Don’t throw it at him,” Miranda advises, eyeing the fruit herself.

“Shan’t,” Nico promises, and it doubles at a warning to his brain because he can’t lie to Miranda, obviously, so his brain better Check Itself. There will be no peach throwing. Peach holding, only, and peach giving.

He waves goodbye to Miranda as he hustles off, headed for the bustling infirmary. There have been no great emergencies today — there would be a lot more of Will’s echoed screeching if this were the case — and many people who have walked in have walked out, minutes later, scowling, so now is a good a time as any. He could of course wait until Will is done his shift and they meet by Cabin Seven, like usual, but this is a Pressing Issue. Will can no longer continue to believe that Nico has a Limit, as Kayla had so unhelpfully explained. Nico is Limitless. He is a sine function. He is an eternal abyss. He is the final end of Chiron’s patience, if the horse is to be believed.

Also, the peach is really really tempting and Nico honestly does not have all that much control over his brain. It usually kind of does as it pleases. That’s why he has so many Situations.

“Solace,” he shouts, banging open the screen door loud enough to make everyone inside jump, “GET the hell over here.”

“I. Am.” Will holds up a patient’s arm, which has been hastily butterfly-clamped closed and is now being stitched. “Um. Is it urgent?”

Nico snaps his mouth shut. “No.” He stalks over to where Will is sitting, still bewildered, on his favourite stool, and stands with his arms crossed behind him. He nods at the injured camper, clearing his throat. “Proceed.”

“…Okay.”

Because Will is a Professional, his gaze remains focused on the gaping wound he is fixing. Because no one else at this camp is, everyone else chooses to gawk. Nico lets the fires of Hell enter his eyes, like Father showed him, and glares them all into subservience.

“Alright,” Will says, several minutes later, patting the patient’s knee with a smile. “I’m gonna wrap this, Jen, and you gotta keep it dry, okay? Have ambrosia twice a day like I told you and come see me at the end of the week.”

“There’ll be no scar?” the young girl hedges.

“Not if you follow my instructions,” Will promises. “Although you’ll be just as beautiful with a scar, kiddo, I promise. Ask your mother.”

Jen looks at him doubtfully, but Will is one of those people who’s unbelievably hard to distrust. It’s infuriating, if you’re Nico and committed to the whole goth/emo lifestyle. Probably comforting if you’re a normal person.

She leaves, and it is abruptly very quiet in the infirmary, which is crazy because it is abruptly never quiet at camp unless people are dead, usually, but no one is dead, and people are too godsdamn nosy to flinch away from Nico’s glare, or maybe they’re not scared of him anymore, and hey, isn’t that something. The world is so busy, all the time. Things keep happening. Who’s fault is that, again?

“Nico?” Will asks, rocking back on his heels. His hands are suddenly clean of blood and grime and his scrubs have been swapped out. They stand, also, at the other end of the infirmary, right outside of the on-call room. He looks up, and conversations have resumed, and Will is watching him, intently, bright eyes slightly too wide, front teeth gnawing at his bottom lip, Ace bandage winding, unwinding, winding.

“This is for you,” Nico blurts, and shoves the peach at him.

Will blinks. “Oh.” He stares at the peach, a moment, before a smile erupts on his face. “Oh! Thank you!”

He takes the peach, gently, from Nico’s hands, and holds it close to his chest, wide hands gentle so as not to bruise, smile gone close-mouthed, giddy. The rocking gets every so slightly faster, and the slight breeze from the open screen door ruffles his frizzy hair, and his nose is scrunched, just slightly, enough to wrinkle his dotted feathers, and Nico’s mouth is very, very dry.

“I do not,” he tries, and it grinds along his paper-parched throat, near silent, “I do not have Limits, William.”

The rocking stills. Nico mourns it.

“…Sorry?”

“Limits,” Nico repeats. “I do not have them. I am Limitless. Purge the thought.”

“You have limits,” Will says, alarmed. “Um, we had that talk, right? About pushing yourself and why that is generally regarded as a bad plan.”

“That was you shouting at me in between nectar shots and frantic mothering, actually, but that’s not what I meant.”

Will doesn’t answer, only tilting his head.

“You’re neurotic,” Nico attempts to explain, and as could be expected by literally anyone with a brain this goes poorly, and he rushes to amend. “I mean! Well, you are neurotic — but! There is a but! Stop looking at me like that! You are neurotic but!”

“This is a very bad friendship break up if that is what you are trying,” says Will in a small voice, and Nico resolves to kick his own ass later tonight to Atone.

“I like it,” he hurries to explain. “You and your — neuroses. All of you, I like it. There is no Limit. Capital L. You’re groovy. On — point. Fleek? What do the kids say. I don’t —”

“Oh,” Will breathes, thankfully putting Nico out of his misery, “oh, this is about the oranges.”

Nico nods miserably.

“The oranges are —” Will cuts himself off, staring down at his shoes. “Um, scurvy freaks me out.”

“…Scurvy?”

“It — collagen synthesis is an active process? In your body? And scurvy makes it degrade really quickly. Which kind of tears your body apart by reopening scars. On top of other things. And you — were on a ship, you know. For a while. And you sweat a lot. And you don’t take the multivitamins I give you.”

“Because they’re gross,” Nico says, breathless, “and I’m not — sweaty.”

Wherever sunlight touches Will’s skin he tends to glow, slightly, and his freckles fluoresce the longer his hand takes to traverse the space between them, past the open window, resting, lightly, on Nico’s wrist.

“You are,” he says, gently. “You have — really low magnesium and potassium levels. Just, all the time.” He glances down at the inside of Nico’s wrist. “Right now, actually. Will you eat a banana if I go get you one?”

Will will go get a banana, and Nico will follow him, and they will sit, somewhere, probably the big rock by the lake, as Nico eats it, and Will will eat his peach, and Nico will watch his throat bob, and Will will talk, hands gesturing, peach juice everywhere, and they will stay there, probably, way past sunset, right till curfew, and then they will sprint, as they usually do, to avoid the harpies, and they will go to Nico’s cabin, first, because they always do, and Will will snag an orange as they run past the fruit trees by the Demeter cabin, and he will press it into Nico’s hands, firmly, smiling as he says goodnight, and running back to his own cabin. Where he will, according to Kayla, pace, and worry. Where he will rant about Limits, and how close Nico is to approaching them.

“Will,” says Nico seriously, grabbing his hands. Will’s eyes snap to his, wide, wider than usual, and they are so blue, so so blue, are things usually this blue? He’s startled by it every time. “Will, I am a sine function.”

“I don’t understand,�� he admits.

Nico nods. “That’s okay! Just — peaches.” He reaches out and pats the fruit, curling Will’s fingers around them. “For you. Okay?”

Will glances down at the peach. He glances back up at Nico. He looks down, finally, at their hands, twined around the fruit, and holds there, one, two, three seconds.

“Oh,” he says, finally. “Oh, you don’t — oh.”

“Peaches,” Nico repeats, “oranges.” He pulls one hand free and draws a line between them. “You get it?”

“I get it,” Will says, softly. He looks up and smiles, small, private; too-big front teeth just barely peeling out. “You never reach your approached value.”

“I really don’t even get that close.”

“I’m kind of losing the metaphor, here.”

“Okay.”

Nico squeezes their hands together. Will squeezes back, shifting his weight.

“I’m still gonna — you still gotta get your vitamin C.”

“More oranges?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” He rubs his finger over the backs of Will’s knuckles; he shivers. Nico meets his eyes and he smiles, widely, hurting his cheeks, and Will smiles back, and he rocks, and Nico is an abyss, and he is falling, falling, falling. “I like oranges.”

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makeyoumine69 · 2 years ago

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Babe I LOVE your writing, and if your comfortable, Can you please write a little blurb about the reader digging her nails in Patrick's back,

im trying to think if he would like that he could make you feel good like this or hate it because your marking his beautiful skin.

Do you think he would push your hand off his back and tell you to take it or what???

Toxic

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: Everyone knows that Patrick Bateman is such a toxic guy, his blood is like a deadly poison. Once you taste it, you are lost.

◥ CONTAINS: oral (f), p in v, creampie, Patrick is in predator mode, pretty aggressive foreplay and some more :)

◥ WORDCOUNT: 1.6k

◥ SONG REC: Britney Spears - Toxic

◥ A/N: Britney's song suddenly inspired me so much that I couldn't stop myself from writing it, thank you sm for your request, I hope you like it! 🖤

◥ LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓

You and Patrick were in the middle of a really serious fight, and the fact that you were stuck in his vacation house in Hampton was more than worrisome.

"I don't know why you're still trying to argue with me," Bateman blurted out, strolling around the large modern kitchen wearing nothing but tight gray pants. "You looked great yesterday."

"'Great'?" You almost choked on the air, crossing your arms over your chest. "So, in your opinion, looking great means looking like everyone else? Skimpy dresses, extremely high heels, red lipstick, stockings. Oh my God, Patrick! Why can't you just accept me for who I am?"

Patrick hummed and poured himself a glass of fresh orange juice, then took a quick sip; a small drop of liquid ran down his massive chest. "What do you mean?"

He seemed to be joking or mocking you on purpose, because your slightly irritated face only amused him.

"Stop trying to change me and -"

"Wait a second, honey," he cut you off pretty harshly, and in addiction, Bateman raised a finger in a warning gesture. "I can do whatever I want, you know why? Because I'm so fucking rich!"

"You don't own me, idiot!" You bellowed, instinctively closing the distance between the two of you. He did the same. "And I don't care about your money … you're so selfish and narcissistic that it's completely messed up your mind and you can't see anything good in people!"

You stood almost face to face, your lungs burning from your rapid breathing, while Bateman looked so calm and cold-blooded.

"You don't care about my money, but you always accepted all the gifts I gave you. How hilarious!" he almost spat the words right in your face, staring at you arrogantly until the vein under his eye became too noticeable. "If there's something you don't like - nobody's keeping you here. But since I'm very kind today, I'll give you a chance to apologize for this little accident."

Who knew what was in his head when he leaned down to kiss you, but he would surely regret it as you bit his lower lip hard, tasting his poisoned blood on the tip of your tongue.

"You fucking bitch!" He yelled, trying to catch you, but he was too slow from the aftershock of your action, so you managed to run away.

Scared, you rushed upstairs to the bedroom because you couldn't leave the house wearing just your underwear and his white shirt. God, your skin was literally burning from the expensive fabric of his shirt, so as soon as you got there, you took it off, forgetting to close the door. But to be fair, it was a pretty useless waste of time - he would open it or just break it, depending on how angry he was.

Panting nervously, you dashed to the bed and started to pick up your clothes when you heard his loud footsteps behind you. Time stopped for you as Patrick grabbed you roughly and pushed you onto the bed.

"No! N-no!" You struggled to slip away and climb further onto the bed, but he caught your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed with ease.

As soon as he rolled you onto your back, he grasped your neck and squeezed it painfully, pushing almost all the oxygen out of your chest. In response, you tried to claw at his hands, fighting back as hard as you could.

God, you thought you were going to die.

"What's wrong, honey? Not so brave anymore?" He nagged from above, settling down on the bed to press you even harder.

With a devilish grin, Bateman shook you several times, just to hear your miserable whimpering as he enjoyed the way you kept trying to push him off.

"E-enough, please." You trembled as you felt your strength running out.

"Jesus Christ, you're so pathetic and silly," he suddenly let you go, and you fell onto your back, breathing heavily. "What were you even thinking?"

It was definitely a rhetorical question, because the next moment Bateman was already pulling down your lace panties while you took a second to recover and continue struggling.

"Patrick, let me go! I don't want-mmm ..." You stammered as he dragged you even closer to the edge of the bed.

"You better shut up … unless you want me to test you on how long you can hold your breath."

Patrick quickly brushed off the drop of blood that formed at the corner of his lips before reaching down to spread your thighs and giving your blushing clit several flat licks. You squirmed almost immediately, feeling yourself so sinful and yet so damn good.

"P-Patrick," even if it wasn't a moan, it was enough for him to keep attacking your delicious little pussy as he sucked on your lower lips, one by one, until they both swelled. "God, e-enough!"

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" he looked at you, his chin glistening with your sweet flavor. "You're so fucking soaked, why am I not even surprised?"

Frowning, you stared back at him and asked cheekily: "Shouldn't your lip hurt?"

"Oh, don't worry," Patrick smiled smugly and fixed his messy hair. "I'm ready to ignore any pain for this lascivious tight pussy."

Holy shit.

The wild lust you just saw in his eyes was terrifying and exciting at the same time. Seizing the moment of your reverie, Bateman forced you to lift your legs so he could sink his strong tongue further into your hot cunt. And this time you couldn't keep a loud moan from escaping your tense chest as the pleasure coursed through your body like electricity.

And then, Bateman stopped unexpectedly, causing you to sigh in slight disappointment, but then you were very vocal all over again, especially when his red, leaking tip was poking at your dripping opening.

Patrick thrust into you so roughly, climbing on top of your tiny body, almost tearing you apart from the inside, and of course he did it on purpose as he reveled in all the pitiful reactions you were making.

"No way, girl," he pushed on your wide open hips, pinning you almost flat against the bed, pounding into you with shameless flesh-meeting-flesh sounds."Stop whining, I was kind hearted enough."

Oh God, his hips — they seemed to be made of steel, they were so rock hard, so strong; every push you felt with your whole body, with your every little pitch.

"Argh, fuck, you feel so good, baby… so tight and hot." He groaned, picking up the pace; his thick dick hitting your belly mercilessly.

Bateman seemed to be really crazy as he lowered down to your face once again, without any fear of getting a bite, and for a second you had the illusion that he was waiting for it, and that drove you really wild.

To his surprise, you moved towards him to take his bruised lip in your warm mouth to suck on his wound. It definitely itched, but Patrick just hissed through your passionate kiss as you both tried to take the lead, greedily devouring each other as if it was some kind of competition. Meanwhile, your trembling arms ran down his broad back, squeezing his strong muscles from time to time. The more you tugged on his lower lip, the more relentlessly he fucked you into the bed, pressing you down and holding you there with his huge, muscled body.

"Mmm, P-Patrick, aaaahh!" You moaned lustfully, feeling the salty taste of his blood on your lips.

Huffing, you cupped his tight ass with one hand while another was busy clawing at his soft skin. Inch by inch, your sharp nails dug deeper and deeper, leaving red lines across his back.

In reply, Bateman only began to fuck you harder, almost shifting into a mating press position, but that was still not enough for you. Slowly, you slid your hand from his butt up to his loin, sinking your nails into his skin again and again, leaving more and more scratches. His low, sexy groans almost made you fall apart right here right now, but you continued to paint red lines all over his body, using his skin as your canvas.

"Ahh, (Y/N) … you're mine to tame," he snarled and began to squat down, creasing you beneath him and burying his beefy girth as deep as he could. "Mmmh, did you already take your birth control pills?"

Both of you were breathing so heavily that the air around you seemed to be hotter than lava.

"Awww, y-yes … YES! I did," you looked into his dark eyes, full of savage passion. "Patrick…Patrick!"

Damn, his cock was so huge, you could feel every vein on it throbbing in ecstasy as he was so close to reaching his high. Instinctively, you lifted your legs higher, opening them even wider. The level of penetration was overwhelming, with each thrust he made, the mixture of your juices poured down on your heated bodies with a slick, obscene sound.

Growling gutturally, Patrick rammed into you several more times before you felt his grip on you tighten as he unloaded his warm seed inside your sore womb and that feeling, along with the way you played with your oversensitive little bud, left you no choice but to fall over the edge as you climaxed with a loud, long-drawn moan, shaking so vigorously in his arms that you almost hit your forehead against his as he bent down to kiss your temple, admiring the way you were sinking into the ocean of pure pleasure.

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veritas-dolos · 10 months ago

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so since i recently reblogged a post with fic recommendations i realized i should maybe make a list of all of my favorite fics so you can check them out.

just letting you know, these are all going to be for the 2012 tmnt!! i'm not going to give a summary for each one, just a little detail.

tw's are stated where necessary. also, some of these are ship fics, and they're kinda spread out throughout the list so they might be hard to find.

for the future, for you. by SpectrumWriting

this one is donnie centric.

Tendencies by orphan_account

leo centric.

Under The Skin by Red_Dragonn

tw for bugs and body horror. raph centric.

on my own by feduphufflepuff

raph centric.

The Hostage Situation by taizi

mikey centric!!

Desolation by goodstoryfan

this is part one of the series (next fic below is part 2). leo centric and mind control!

Devastation by goodstoryfan

part two of the series. leo centric during the space arc!

Bro, You Literally Got Hit By A Bus by emmals16

in this fic leo got hit by a bus. it's mainly written for the 2003 show, but it can be read as 2012.

The Nature Of The Wind by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters

tw for rape/noncon. this is a dark fic, but leo centric. it's really good despite the themes.

Consequence for Indifference by Professor_Anxietree

mikey angst, and the brothers aren't abusive.

Interrogation or Malpractice? by Professor_Anxietree

more mikey angst for the end of season 3 where he goes through that thing that was supposed to read his mind.

unwavering by OverlyObsessed223

mikey and leo centric angst!

i've got my eye on you by taizi

mikey angst and donnie worries about him.

Despite Everything, I'm Still Human by WastedAndReady

raph angst!

Be like your brothers (And never like yourself) by ItzZaira

mikey angst!!

Mixup by The_Fourth_Queen

okay so this one is leo x casey but it's so funny i had to recommend it.

where it all began by a_rutabaga

leo angst where he and his brothers don't get along. this one is really good i've read it many times.

The Orange Turtle Without The Dimension of X by itz_me_E

mikey angst post dimension x.

Angry tender hearts. by Koalagriton

this one is raph x casey but it's really good.

Whatsername by less_depresso_more_espresso

another raph x casey and it's got angst what more could you want

Play the Fool, Pity the Fool. by SpectrumWriting

mikey angst, but tw for suicide attempt and self harm.

Not as Thick as Blood by thirdsday

mikey angst. (wow, i have a lot of mikey angst bookmarked)

The Arrangement by Ivelostcontrolofmylife

this is donnie x casey, and i haven't read it in a while, but it's really good.

Crash Course in Mistletoe by coolpointsetta

raph x casey. this is the first ever rasey fic i read that got me interested in the ship, so it's a good read. (this is the first in the series, the fic below is part two. there is a part 3, but i am yet to read it.)

the corner of the world we made ours by coolpointsetta

raph x casey, part 2 of the series.

(un)reality by SpectrumWriting

mikey angst fic that takes place during/after dimension x.

Notes pour trop tard by Anonymous

leo angst. tw for suicide (off screen) and suicide notes.

Breakfast for Sensei by rakuenoasis

mikey angst post dimension x. (wow i have a lot of dimension x fics bookmarked someone stop me)

How to deal with grief by ItzZaira

mikey angst at the farmhouse.

Atrophy by DerelictWreck

mikey angst. tw for very detailed and graphic suicide attempt and surgery, but it has a happy ending and mikey does not die. the brothers aren't the best but they're not abusive.

and the walls kept tumbling down by leones

leo angst. tw for eating disorders.

Temporal Differential by paranormal_worm

mikey angst post dimension x.

Into Dimension X by HolyKingWasteLand

mikey angst post dimension x.

we'll burn them down by dame_de_la_chance

mikey angst post dimension x. i have to say this one is one of my favorites of all the dimension x fics.

walk with open hands by taizi

you guys. this is so good. this is a fix it fic for the end of season 4 where mikey tries to save splinter's life.

Control by SceneNerd

mikey angst. tw for self harm.

Translate the Problem by Professor_Anxietree

mikey angst post dimension x. in my mind this is THE dimension x fic. it's the first one i ever read so it's really good. (the fic below is a continuation of this)

Mind and Matter by Professor_Anxietree

mikey angst when they're in space. (based on the episode journey to the center of mikey's mind).

to thine own self be true by inkandstone

mikey angst. this is a truth serum fic!!

and that's it!! i went through my entire bookmarked 2012 list and found each one of these. i have 261 tmnt 2012 fics bookmarked. it took over an hour to make this list and christ i am exhausted.

anyway i hope you guys read some of these! they're all amazing!!

#fic rec #tmnt 2012 #2012 tmnt #2012 leo #2012 raph #2012 donnie #2012 mikey #tmnt 2k12 #rasey #jonatello #caseynardo #pepperoni pucks #casey x raph #casey x donnie #casey x leo #casey x mikey #2012 tmnt fic rec #veritas posts #veritas fic rec

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karleksmumskladdkaka · 5 months ago

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I promised that I'd show you guys what my package of DL goods actually contained.

So...

Behold my treasures╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

(Please be forewarned that the quality of the photos are shit. They were taken by an idiot with no real photography experience whatsoever. Added to that I'm not fully recovered yet and honestly didn't have the energy to do multiple takes I'm also a lazy bitch at the best of times so there's that. But to compensate I have added a list below each picture to make it fully clear what exactly is depicted in them.)

Booklets ⋆⋅☆⋆⋅

From upper left to bottom right:

More, Blood Stellaworth Special Tokuten Booklet

Vandead Carnival Special Booklet

Vandead Carnival Animate Limited Set Booklet

Vandead Carnival Stellaworth Special Tokuten Booklet

More, Blood Limited V Edition Animate Limited Set Booklet

More, Blood Limited V Edition Stellaworth Special Tokuten Booklet

Dark Fate Stellaworth Special Tokuten Booklet

Lunatic Parade Stellaworth Special Tokuten Booklet

Grand Edition Stellaworth Special Tokuten Booklet

Lost Eden Special Booklet

Grand Edition Special Booklet

Chaos Lineage Special Stellaworth Tokuten Booklet

Daylight Special Stellaworth Complete Set Purchase Tokuten Booklet

All of these booklets contain short stories, either individual ones for each diaboy or just a singular one that involves Yui and all the diaboys from the associated game (though the stories do not necessarily have anything to do with the plot of said game. Like at all. One story is literally a Mafia AU. I'm not making this up I swear.)

There are a few booklets that I'm missing, namely the HDB ones and most of the Drama CD ones. I'm on active lookout for the latter while the former... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I honestly don't care about. No Ruki = none of my money. I'm a Ruki fan first and foremost, if that's not abundantly clear lol.

Drama CDs ⋆⋅✮⋅⋆

From upper left to bottom right:

Vandead Carnival Stella Set Tokuten: Special Voice CD

More, Blood Limited V Edition Stella Set Tokuten: Special Voice CD

Dark Fate Stella Set Tokuten: Special Voice CD

More, Blood B-2 Price Drama CD (Mukami Ver.)

Lost Eden Vol.4: Mukami Saga

Lost Eden Stella Set Bonus: Special Voice CD

Chaos Lineage Vol.3: Orange

Sadistic Night 2017 Event Pamphlet CD

Versus IV Vol.2 Shuu vs Ruki Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD: "The Vampires got a Part-time Job: Ruki"

Eternal Blood 5th Eternal Blood Vol.1 & Vol.2 Animate Tokuten Drama CD: "A Certain Day at the Mukami Household" (Ruki & Yuma)

Chaos Lineage Ebten/WonderGoo Tokuten Drama CD: “The Vampire’s Every Day: Board Game Edition ~ Ruki VS Azusa VS Kino ~”

Grand Edition Animate Situation CD

More, More Blood Vol.12 Mukami Ruki Animate Tokuten Drama CD: "Monopolizing Her"

More, More Blood Vol.12 Mukami Ruki Animate Tokuten Drama CD: "Living a Normal School Life For Once!"

Daylight Vol.7 Mukami Ruki Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD: "Sadistic ★ Date"

Do you notice the common thread running across all these CDs?

I remember mentioning a while back that there were only two Ruki CDs I had yet to listen to. Well, turns out I'm a fucking fool and forgot about the existence of most of the CDs on this list. I have no idea whether the majority of these are any good but my hopes are high! In any case I am very excited to give them all a listen! Or more like multiple. I'm addicted to Ruki's sexy voice what can I say.

Miscellaneous ⋆⋅☽⋅⋆

From upper left to bottom right:

More, Blood Ebten After Story Card: Shuu

More, Blood Ebten After Story Card: Ruki

More, More Blood Vol.12 Mukami Ruki Deluxe Edition Message Card

More, More Blood Vol.12 Mukami Ruki Mini Story Card (which ties into his Another Story CD).

In addition to these items I have three other message cards from Ruki and two of his short story papers (his More, Blood and Bloody Bouquet ones) in storage, which I'll also share in the future.

That's all I got at the moment. Again, sorry for the piss-poor quality of the photos. I'll strive to do better with the next scans I upload.

- _(´ω`_)⌒)_

#diabolik lovers #mine #dialovers #diahell #diabolik lovers drama cd #short stories #i'll post about each individual thing in more detail later on but keep in mind what i said earlier: i am a lazy bitch #and often ill at that #but mostly chronically lazy #meaning it will most likely take some time to get through all of these things #i WILL however soon come back to regularly spam my followers with any rukiyui content i can find (and ofc also shameless ruki thirst)

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 2 months ago

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tuesday again 9/17/2024

come take this very very friendly little man out of my bathroom! he is fiv+ and we are in houston tx! i am willing to drive a couple hours for the right home! he is a good boy he's just orange! more details here!

listening

emily jeffri's DENY off my spotify recommended weekly playlist: i can only describe it as "throbbing". immediately attention grabbing lyrics:

What kind of lover does your mother want? I'll do whatever, oh but you could not

very distinctly indie electronica. this would be the song in a cyberpunk/80s hacker movie where the chase takes you through an goth/alt fashion show where the models are actively giving blood as they walk or something.

i love the spotify daily mix for me and my bestie bc there's a guaranteed four bluey songs on it and it's a nice jumpscare. i know my mental health is taking a turn for the worse when a lot of mother mother starts popping up, i know my bestie's is taking a turn for the worse when a lot of girl in red starts popping up. suicide-watch-level sapphic angst singer-songwriter, generally. except for this song! extremely fun! didn't even recognize it as her! DOING IT AGAIN BABY is a more traditional selling-you-a-dodge-charger car commercial song and it's such a startling departure from her usual work that i wonder if it was a commercial commission? hard to immediately find out tho

I'm on a new level Something's got me feelin' like I could be inflammable And I might be I'm gonna light it up Nothing's gonna stop me if I say this is what I want

reading

i read twilight (yes that one) at the behest of my bestie and bc my mental health could not have gotten any worse in that moment. it has led to some uncomfortable realizations about my high school experience i will save for a therapist. i am mostly putting it here to remind myself that i read this book this year.

^ this is some silly goofy nonsense. not that i think people shouldn't be recognized at their retirement, but what happened to giving people nice watches instead of a thousand dollars in plaques

Saying that, the records did reveal something actually interesting: although the individual contract I sent a request related to was for a few thousand dollars, an attached blank purchase agreement (BPA) says that “the government estimates, but does not guarantee, that the volume of purchases through this BPA will be $360,000.00 over the term of the BPA.” So, a lot more than a few thousand bucks.

watching

Hang 'Em High (1968, dir. Post). certainly not clint's sluttiest role but really up there. i do wish he kept the fucked-out little rasp for the whole movie :(

youtube

When an innocent man barely survives a lynching, he returns as a lawman determined to bring the vigilantes to justice.

it has a typical bizarre shoehorned romance that (i think) deeply undercuts the theme it wants to explore, but there is no on-screen rape. the bar is on the FLOOR with westerns and yet i DNF so so so many.

hell of a whump film. literally everything happens to jed cooper. i will trumpet this again from the rooftops: that character needs cbt both ways.

playing

youtube

HIGHWATER, a 2022 adventure/turn based strategy thing from Rogue Games, courtesy of Netflix Games, whose game library is a fucking nightmare to navigate on mobile.

i loooove a water-based postapoc. the boat does in fact handle very poorly and like a horrible inflatable raft on mobile, which is both charming and frustrating.

i do not love a turn-based combat. despite the vibes off the charts, including a very well integrated "pirate radio" station as the game's soundtrack, i am not patient enough to muddle through complex turn-based combat. i'm sure someone had fun fighting off six guys and two bears (who aggro anyone and can one-hit anyone) and then a further three guys who show up for backup but i gave it the good old college try over two days and wasn't able to swing it. it would be nice to have either a difficulty setting or some way to spectate the ideal fight, but alas. a lot of fun environmental stuff in the fights you can use to your advantage, like the bears and these trees you can flatten your opponents with in a much earlier fight. there's a fun mix of different characters with different abilities and different weapons you pick up and keep during fights. i have no specific beef with this game's choice to make this the way you move through the game, it's just not my preferred genre.

a lot of book and newspaper collectibles in this one that i feel of several minds about. it feels less like environmental storytelling through newspapers and just the devs telling me their opinion when they provide little book summaries like this. also i wish The Industry as a whole was more thoughtful about using the word "insurgent".

not a game for me, i have once again confirmed that i cannot tolerate a turn-based combat no matter how much seafaring postapoc you drench it in :(

making

got a Phantom Menace era curtain panel for $4 at the thrift, and i was convinced it was fabric someone had made into a curtain panel until i got home and discovered it was an officially licensed product with bafflingly generous seams.

it's about two-ish yards of a 50/50 cotton/poly blend, which i feel like i haven't seen in a while? i think the current fashion leans more 70/30 or 100 poly for curtains i've purchased. after i finish unpicking the seams and pinking it, i am going to throw it in the wash again with some vinegar and see if that softens it up any, or if it makes the transition between the wear lines on the seams and the body of the fabric any nicer.

thinking about what kind of dress to make that 1) shows off this extremely large scale pattern 2) does not look like i am wearing a paper bag, and 3) does not look like the late aughts craft trend of sewing a twin flat Star Wars sheet to a tube top and calling that a dress, bc that's how hard up we were for feminine merch. much to consider. maybe it Will be a maxi skirt with pockets and i can wear one of my seventy black tees on top?

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Youtube

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splinkghost · 8 months ago

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Mphfpc goes to manhattan accidentally stumblin in to a ongoing war (mphfpc x pjo)

Two days ago Horace and a few others had been informed that there was a loop in the center of Manhattan, The loop had an artifact that the ymbrynes had for years thought to be destroyed.

A few peculiars were to retrieve it,

Horace, Jacob, Millard, Olive and Bronwyn

“Ricky?!” Jacob exchlamed surprised, and slightly horrified.

The green spiky haired boy turns around to show a punk look, at certain a point of time Horace would have thought the guys ‘punk’ choice of clothing to be atrocious but ever since he left cairnholm and the war,Horace would like to think that he is more open minded, so its not super atrocious, only slightly

“Jacob!?” the guy, Ricky, says also surprised.

“aren't you a mortal?”

“aren't you normal?”

They both just look at each other,

Bronwyn gives Jacob a questioning look, so does Olive, he was pretty sure that Millard did too but how could Hotace know.

“Me normal?” Ricky scoffs. “You know what i mean.” Jacob glares at Ricky.

“Wait, you guys know each other?” a guy from slightly behind ‘Ricky’ says.

Also wearing one of those nasty orange shirts, the boy had a small cut on his left cheek oozing out blood and he was holding a sword.

Ricky looks at the boy

“No we don't, I just randomly guessed his name, Damien” Ricky said, in a flat tone of voice.

The boy, Damien, rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow, he was waiting for an explanation

“He is my, erm.. He is my ex” Ricky nodded towards jacob.

“Wait for real?” Damien asked.

Ricky looked offended “yeah? What's the problem with that.”

“I don't know, i just didn't think you would be into guys that basic or something” He explained.

“Hey!” Jacob squawked indignantly from my left.

Both Bronwyn and Ricky snorted, and Horace could hear Millard snort too.

“Wait, you're interested in guys?” Olive asked.

“Olive, i don't tell you everything your like ten”

Olive grumbled something about her technically being 97.

“But, what about you and Emma? she is a girl-” Olive was cut off by Jacob in a much louder voice saying “I am bi” his cheeks were slightly tinged with red.

Ricky covered up a laugh by coughing. So did Brownyn.

Olive turned to Bronwyn and mouthed ‘what's that?’

‘Later’ Bronwyn mouthed back.

Ricky bends down to pick up a long bronze sword that Horace ofcourse hadn't realized was on the asphalt.

“What are you?” Ricky questioned, simultaneously Bronwyn asked “wait mortals?”

"Peculiar" Jacob answered towards Ricky.

Ricky ignored him and nodded towards Bronwyn

“yea like half god half mortal, like you guys are demigods right?”

"Demigods?" Millard repeated from my right,

both Damien and Ricky jumped and directed their weapons towards Millard

“Show yourself” Damien sneared.

“Whoah woah woah” Bronwyn said, she let go of Olive's hand and put her hands up in a ‘calm down’ gesture.

“Let's not get violent” she pointed at an empty place where millard presumably was “That's just Millard, he is invisible” Bronwyn threw a modern hoodie towards Millard, where she got the hoodie? we will never know.

Millard caught the blue hoodie, and slid it on.

“Happy?” he grumbled.

“yes, very” Olive smiled at him showing him a thumbs up.

Both Ricky and Damien put down their weapons

"Wait, Millard.. Invisible?” Ricky knitted his eyebrows and he glanced towards Jacob, “Like..those… stories you told?” He breathed out.

Jacob nodded “yeah” he whispered “-those stories”

“they were- are real”

That's when Horace decided to say something

“Im so confused”

Damian nodded sympathetically

“me to bro, me to”

I literally wrote this with 3 hours of sleep in school. kind of a crackfic this sucks but im not gonna re write it or anything

#mphfpc book #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #mphfpc x pjo #pjo x mphfpc #pjo crossover #mphfpc crossover #crack fic #miss peregrine book #ricky pickering is a demigod #fanfic #fanfiction #mphfpc fanfic #olive abroholos elephanta #millard nullings #bronwyn bruntley #jacob portman #horace somnusson

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yandere-sins · 2 years ago

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Prisoner #003

a/n: Last post of the year! This is a good one and I hope to write a second part from Al’s pov if I’m honest! It’s very long again but I hope you guys will enjoy it ♥ Thank you for requesting!

Fandom: Genshin Impact Pairings: Yandere!Prisoner!Alhaitham x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Implied Murder, Smashing a window in, Mention of Wounds, Blood Mention, Kidnapping (literally lol), Escaping, Self-doubts, Dread, Long Post (actually it’s exactly 5300 words which is pretty awesome)

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"Do you think you can do it?"

With cold sweat running down your back, you hovered over the keyboard in front of you. Countless numbers and letters passed by the monitors of the prison's security room, all of them running the programs you commanded on them like mindless zombies. They were once made to protect and secure.

But now they worked to destroy and release.

That, at least, was the plan.

Your eyes darting over to Alhaitham leaning on the table right next to you, his arm around the back of the chair he had put you in, you were equally as annoyed as you were scared. Biting the nail of your thumb anxiously, you directed your attention forward again, checking the lines of codes rattling down the screen.

"I think I can, but it's not something that can be rushed any more than I already am."

"I understand."

That was the most agreeable he had been ever since you met him. You didn't plan on trying to escape barely one week after being locked up in this prison. Still, when Alhaitham "took care" of that sleazy, violent roommate for yours, you had been roped into his plans unwillingly. Even now, glancing at his hands, you remembered the blood that had sullied these fingers. Even washed off and cleaned, they were still the hands of an insufferable mastermind who had more backup plans than your own built PC waiting for you at home had. Everything had to go his way, and though until now it had all worked out, you weren't so sure about the success of his escape if you were totally honest.

The plan was to cause havoc in the cafeteria, you and Alhaitham sneaking out to check the security room when the guards went to suppress the uproar and disabled the technical security measures of this prison. After that, you two and some other "friends" of his would walk right out while everyone was still busy. You had no idea where he got his access card for the doors and how he could remember all these hallways that led you here. Still, as he predicted, all guards were called to action, none remaining behind to check the cams. Seeing how many monitors had been worked on before you two came, there had been few guards anyway.

"But it's not enough," Alhaitham added after a peaceful moment of silence, followed by a sigh as he tapped the desk impatiently with his finer. Now he was getting on your nerves.

"Would like to see you code a monster from scratch," you mumbled into the nail you were biting when you felt his hand slither down your head before gripping the nape of your neck as if you were a baby animal. Fingertips drilling into your skin, his threat didn't have the urgency of strangulation, but rather, one where you feared for your head remaining located on top of your body.

"No need to get offended. Just don't disappoint me."

Letting out a whimper in response as he forced you to face his unreadable gaze, Alhaitham muttered a curt, "Good," before pulling away and leaving your side. Cowering into your chair, you let your breath out slowly, trying to calm your racing heart. With Alhaitham, you never knew if you were scared or attracted to him. For the dumpster fire this prison was, there was a very high percentage of hot prisoners and guards to tiptoe around, all of them clearly ruling this place as if it was their mansion in California. Alhaitham was one of them. Putting him in a suit and tie, he'd make people faint on sight, the orange overalls not doing him the justice he deserved.

But at the same time... he was ruthless. You had known him for only one week at this point. One week, which started with him waltzing into your cell and beating up the psycho who was trying to have a bite out of you. After that, you watched him beat up people for favors, knock out guards so he could conduct his research of the surroundings, and once he used a plastic knife to perform... something akin to surgery if surgery meant torture. You'd probably never get over that poked-out eyeball you had to look at.

The worst part? He just wouldn't let you out of his arm's reach, forcing you to witness everything. As if it was vital for you to see. As if he thought you were going to betray him unless he could instill fear in you. There was no way you could ever betray a man so foresighted and calculated—and much, much stronger than you—but even with him sleeping back to back with you in his cell, you couldn't possibly sleep with both your eyes closed and feeling safe. Yet, he never did anything to you. And besides the eyeball, he never showed you a side of him that you wouldn't be able to look at anymore. Alhaitham always cleaned up after himself and pulled you away from crime scenes after he made his point to the others and to you.

Shuddering, you focused back on your code, only hearing Alhaitham scanning the room—its door squeaking as he peered out to check the hallways—in the back of your mind. Even though he wasn't the most comforting person with words, he at least had a point with you having to hurry up if you guys wanted to actually do this somehow, even though the pending escape part of the escape plan made your anxiety shoot through the roof.

Your fingers reached out, tapping away on the keyboard like a pianist on the piano. These codes were your music, and you played them without help, creating a symphony of destruction. You had done worse before and gotten away with it until you made one little mistake that led to your imprisonment. But this time, it was about getting out, not getting in, and it would not be as hard as what you did to deserve being locked away.

It was the guards' fault for not breaking your fingers when they had the chance.

"Aaand done," you mumbled as you hit enter.

The screen halted, the lag induced by your program working the machines hard.

Then they sped up, numbers flying by, screens turning red as the security system tried to fight them helplessly. Then they turned green, and finally, everything was dunked into darkness. For a moment, the PCs heated up, loudly complaining, and then they shut themselves off with the alarms, door locks, and lights.

"Finally," Alhaitham huffed, sounding a little excited even. He was by your side in a few eager steps, grabbing your forearm as he urged, "Come on!"

With only the emergency lights illuminating the exits, Alhaitham pulled you through the countless hallways. You were stumbling and panting, completely lost if not for his firm grip on you as he dragged you after him. Alhaitham only halted to check around corners, not even stopping as you heard footsteps approach.

"Good job!" someone laughed mischievously from behind you, and you recognized it as Alhaitham's friend whose name you forgot. He, too, dragged someone after him, and before long, every person in the group plus their entourage was running with you. Even now, even when there were countless people around you two, and he had to play the role of leader, Alhaitham didn't let go of you. It only showed you that no matter how useful you proved yourself, he didn't trust you, which undeniably stung a little. You considered you two allies in this mission, but he didn't, as it seemed.

When he did finally let you go, it was only so he could help one of his "friends" up on a small ledge next to a window. Next you knew, Alhaitham wrapped his body over you, pinning you between his chest and the wall as you heard someone break the window above you. Closing your eyes, you hoped not to get glass splinters stuck somewhere, but when you felt Alhaitham's slightly roused breath bounce off your face, his chest pressing against yours, you realized the glass couldn't even harm you.

"Alhaitham--" you whispered, concerned for him, but a voice from above cut you off, and the next thing you knew, Alhaitham was gone again.

"It's open!" someone whistled, and you felt a cold breeze lick at your skin, the same place Alhaitham's breath had warmed. One by one, Alhaitham helped the people up on the ledge. Everyone felt the tension and urgency even though they helped lift their friends or lovers before themselves. You had no idea who these people were, but it was somehow heartwarming to see how they looked out for each other.

"Hey!" someone shouted from down the hall, your head snapping around only for you to be blinded by a beam of light shining from the back of the hallway. Everything you had worked so hard for shattered inside you in seconds. You couldn't even look away, knowing you were caught. Knowing this would be added to your sentence, and even though you got so many people out, all the work had still been in vain for you two.

“[Name]!” Alhaitham yelled, and you finally snapped out of your head as he yanked at your hand before sinking back into position. "Get up there! Now!"

"What about you?!" you yelled back, panicked.

"Go!"

With a bad feeling, you stepped on his palms, his push powerful enough to lift you even after all the people he had already helped. Sliding through the broken window, you didn't feel the pain of the glass shards as you heard him yell after you, "Run! Run, [Name]!" while his voice slowly faded.

Your breath hitched, but you scrambled to your feet, feeling the grass under your shoe soles as you ran. Tears prickled in your eyes as you blamed yourself for leaving Alhaitham, even though you knew of the risks beforehand. He had not been the nicest person you had ever met, but he deserved this escape more than anyone.

And now you were all alone.

The other prisoners had already taken off, everyone spreading out in different directions, hoping for the best. You had no plan beyond the prison and no one to lead you anymore as you fought against the thickets while you crashed between trees and stumbled over roots. Where should you go? Where could you go into hiding until the search would be over? You were a hacker and not a survivalist criminal! Most of your time was spent on a chair, and you were now really regretting not investing in one of these fancy walking desks because your lower back was giving up even before you got far enough away to not hear the prisoners being rallied and the lights returning to the prison.

It was hopeless. You were hopeless!

If only Alhaitham was here, you thought, just as the beam of a flashlight emerged from the thicket ahead. You hadn't even realized policemen and officers arriving to search the close proximity to the prison. And even worse than them, you heard the yapping of dogs, the excitement of the hunt and the instincts to sink their teeth into your body to keep you where you were. Alhaitham would know what to do now.

The flashlight's beam swung left to right, and you were just about to be hit by it when something crashed into you, throwing you to the ground and into a nearby bush. The pain couldn't register as fast as the warmth of another body did. Arms hugging you close, a big hand shielding the back of your head as you two rolled down a hill. Next thing you knew, you were submerged in cold water, the temperature waking every instinct in you, but the person holding you was already paddling way before you started kicking your feet.

Somehow you made it back to shore, the other person pushing you into shallow waters, allowing your lungs to catch their breath by coughing and groaning. You wanted to turn around, see who tackled you, hoping it was not a cop or a dog, but before you could even clear your vision, light shone down on you, and someone yelled loudly,

"I've got two on the other side of the river! Backup!"

It was followed by dogs howling, and a cough rang out right next to you before you were grabbed by the arm. Hard. "Run!" a strained but familiar voice urged, and when you looked up, getting pulled to your feet, there he was. As if he had never been away, determination in his eyes and strength in his grip on you.

Alhaitham.

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Out of breath and near tears, you heaved into Alhaitham's chest, his lungs just as desperate for air as yours.

You had no idea how long, how far, or how fast you two ran. You didn't even know you could run this fast. But somehow, with Alhaitham's help, you two managed to outrun the dogs, even though their barking could still be heard in the distance. Just far, far away this time.

Perhaps too early, the adrenaline left only aching and pain behind, your body shivering as you bordered on a panic attack. Your brain knew there were many tiny and big cuts on your skin, bruises, and a hurt ankle. But instead of separating every pain, it was just one big, nauseating ball of hurt in your gut. Had you not been pressed tightly against Alhaitham, inhaling his grounding scent only faintly mixed with sweat, you might have thrown up. However, somehow, you managed to catch your breath, his arms holding your shivering body in a lukewarm and tight embrace, almost as if he was swaddling you, restraining you so you could rest up.

Around you, the wood of the old barn you two had broken into creaked. It wasn't a comfortable place, squeezed behind haybales with a man whose body could envelop you in his. Still, it felt safer than the forest. Realistically, you knew you two could be found here, still hearing the barking of the dogs when you concentrated on the sound. But for now, it was your best chance of getting out of sight and having your presence lost to the search group.

Alhaitham stayed alert regardless. Glancing into the gaps in the bales, he kept checking the surroundings until he took a deep breath, his chest squeezing against you as his lungs filled with air. However, his arms didn't relax. Rather, he pressed you against him tighter, gaining your attention after he noticed you dissociating.

"You did well," he mumbled, pressing his face to your hair, nuzzling you, and you felt his muscles relax beneath you as he took a deep breath. Burning tears shot into your eyes, hearing him say these words, the anxiety of losing him and having to escape on your own catching up now, hot wetness trailing down your cheeks and dripping on his arms.

"H-How did you find me?" you hiccuped, wiggling your arm out of his hold so you could wipe your face. Your hands were dirty, but this was neither the time nor place to lose all of your composure. Inside you was this massive relief that you weren't alone, even though, for a while, it looked like you would be.

"I know you well enough to find you everywhere."

You had doubts about that but decided to not argue and keep the peace, even if it was just for the reassurance his words gave you. Alhaitham was clever. More than clever even. But you doubted he had studied your brain inside-out and could determine every one of your spontaneous steps and the decisions you made. You, too, were smart, after all. Just differently than him. He had the street smarts, and you the computer smarts. Still, it felt like he wanted to say he had your back, and for that, you were grateful.

Pushing your hand into his chest, you backed away a little, having regained some of your senses as an autonomous person. Alhaitham's arms loosened, allowing you some space to act but never drawing away from you. You felt gross after diving into the river and sweating up a storm. Too gross to be bothering him with the embarrassment of needing to be held so you could catch a breather and calm down. "It's fine now. No need to hold me," you told him, and instantly, his arms tightened again, pulling you back into a hold for dear life.

"Alhaitham, what--"

"I planned this whole escape just so I could hold you like this."

Letting out a confused Huh? you had never heard this kind of gentle determination in his voice before. All this time, you thought he was merely tolerating your presence for the cause. From the beginning, he had been cut to the point and scarily determined at times, but he never flourished his words or tried to gain your support with kindness. Hearing him speak like this made you shiver, confused heat pouring into your face.

However, his body spoke differently than the memory of him did in your mind. Fingers flaring out so he could hold as much of you as possible, your head pressed into his chest and topped with his own, your legs being pulled between his while he cradled you protectively in his arms. This wasn't a be quiet! or careful! way of holding someone. This was treasuring something that meant a lot to him.

"Never doubt the lengths I'd go to for you," was his answer to the question you only asked in your mind. You'd have loved to go more in-depth on the meaning of it all when the sudden gentleness turned into tension as the door to the barn squeaked open loudly, both your breaths halting instantly.

"Hello?" a small voice rang out. Insecure and light, it sounded like a child. A little girl, to be exact. And yet, this tiny voice gathered all her courage and called you two out. "I know you are here! I watched you come in through my window! Mommy and daddy don't like strangers coming in here. You have to leave now, or I will go and tell them!"

With a shuddering breath, you craned your neck backwards, trying to communicate silently with Alhaitham. To your surprise, his eyes were pinned on you, a hand loosening from his hold on you to instead brush away some strands of hair on your face. As always, he looked calm and collected. Alhaitham seemed almost as if nothing and no one could ever faze him, especially not this little girl threatening you two with very real danger. You didn't know if her father had a gun or if they'd alert the police to this place. And if you two had to escape once more, where would you go?

"Wait here," he mouthed, barely audible to anyone but you. You felt your eyes widen, and you wanted to tell him not to do something rash, but the words were caught in your throat. It almost seemed to pain him as he pushed you away from him, opening the protective hold he had on you. Your hand snapped after his as he stood up, your brain suddenly realizing he was going to distract the kid, but you didn't want him to. You didn't want to be alone and have to manage on your own again, knowing how that went the last time. You couldn't do it. You absolutely couldn't!

However, his old self was back, cold and authoritarian. He pushed you down by the shoulders and reinforced his words purely by glaring at you reprimandingly. Wait here, echoed in your mind, even though the uncertainty pained you. And just like that, Alhaitham was gone.

The little voice gasped as he stepped out from behind the haybales alone, hands in the air as if she was holding him at gunpoint. You were frozen in place, too scared on your own to check what was happening, but you heard her yell a little louder now as Alhaitham approached her, "You shouldn't be here!"

"Where are your parents?" Alhaitham asked her calmly, and his voice finally gave you the strength to lurch forward to the gap in the bales, risking to watch what was happening. He had almost closed the distance by now, and the little girl took a few precarious steps back as he came closer and closer. "In the house..." she mumbled.

That was all he wanted to know.

Alhaitham pounced, pressing his hand over her mouth as she struggled in his hold, muffled screams could still be heard. You watched as he carried her effortlessly out of the barn, glancing back at where you were. A cold shudder ran down your spine as your eyes met, which should have been impossible. Then, he stepped out of the barn and closed the door behind him, leaving you completely alone.

You fell back on your butt, letting out the air you hadn't noticed you were holding all this time watching him. Realization hit that the worst case had returned—you were alone. Damned to wait and, in the worst case, be found, never knowing what would happen to Alhaitham, who had been the only reason you were still alive and free.

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The silence was eerily as you were forced to listen to every little sound around you.

You no longer heard the dogs, hoping that was a good sign. But now you were facing the quiet scratching of mice or rats somewhere in the barn, the hay under you treacherously crinkling when you moved, and the occasional bangs or creaks coming from the outside or the walls.

But the sound you wanted to hear most didn't ring out. You couldn't hear Alhaitham's voice or even just his breath, no matter how hard you focused. And when you were forced to listen to the squeaking of the barn door being opened, all you could do was start praying.

The steps grew louder and louder the further inside the person came. Tears shot into your eyes as you covered your mouth even though your hands were shaking violently. Maybe if they didn't find you, they'd leave. If only you could be quiet and disappear into thin air. If only Alhaitham was here, everything would be fine--

"Hey."

A loud gasp escaped you as a hand laid down on your shoulder, gripping it tightly as someone called out to you. With unknown strength, you smacked the hand, scurrying away from the person until your back hit another wall. This was it. You were screwed. You were entirely convinced that this was the end of everything.

You must have looked like a deer in headlights, but the sight of you made a rare grin play on Alhaitham's lips as he chuckled briefly, reaching out his hand again. "It's okay now," he reassured you, and for a moment longer, you were too stunned to speak. But alas, your body reacted faster than you processed the moment in your mind, reaching for Alhaitham's hand and throwing yourself towards him.

He didn't complain as your body crushed into his. He merely pulled you into a stand with him while supporting your unsteady legs. Leading you out of the corner you had been hiding in, Alhaitham carefully navigated you so you wouldn't be skewered on a pitchfork or other tools standing and laying around. You were just so glad to have him back, you allowed him to take you anywhere.

When you finally snapped out of your trance, Alhaitham leaned you against the closed barn door, and you finally pulled away, checking for injuries on him, fearing he might have been shot or worse. But aside from the escape scratches and bruises, he looked completely fine, his posture too good for the case that he had been seriously beaten or stabbed.

"Take this," he mumbled, and you worked with him, moving your body around so he could wrap a jeans jacket with fur inside around your shoulders. "Let it warm you," he added as he pulled it close at the front, fiddling with the fabric for a moment as if he was considering buttoning you up. Only as you were encased in soft warmth did you realize how cold your body had become. Not a surprise after taking a dip into a freezing river and not wearing very warm clothes in the first place.

"T-Thank you..."

"Let's go inside."

Without hesitating, he took your hand again, the feeling of his palm wrapped around your wrist becoming way too familiar. "Won't the people harm us?" you asked cautiously as you scanned over the farmhouse coming into view.

Alhaitham didn't answer. That, in itself, was an answer, even though you didn't understand it. He simply pulled you into a side entrance, closing the door and drawing the blinds behind you. You were standing in a large and endearingly rustical kitchen as Alhaitham checked through all the windows before he finally turned back to you. "Go upstairs and wash up. Change your clothes too and take what you can find and might help us. I'll keep watch down here and call if I see something. Just don't go into the basement."

Urging you towards the staircase in the hallway, you passed an open door. Even in the semi-darkness, you could see the stairs, figuring this was the basement he was talking about. His plan sounded solid, but curiosity got the better of you.

Stepping onto the first step of the stairs, you turned back to him, moonlight shining down on him, accentuating his features beautifully as Alhaitham watched you with an intensity that went straight to your core as he made sure you'd make it to the upper floor unharmed.

"What's in the basement?" you asked. It didn't pass your eyes that there was a dark flash in his gaze, expression turning tense for a few spare milliseconds. Then he returned to normal, stepping upwards on the stairs until he stood right before you, chest to chest.

His hand reached up, cupping your head from behind as he pulled you closer to him. You could feel his breath on your skin, but his eyes kept yours in their spell. "I won't let anyone harm you. No one will take you away from me, no matter what I have to do, understood? We'll leave this shithole and start over somewhere far, far away. Just the two of us."

His statement came out of the blue but wasn't as surprising as what followed. Hand sliding forward, Alhaitham cupped your cheek, gently brushing his thumb over your cheekbone as he leaned in for a kiss. Not just a peck on the lips, but a deep, tongue-invading kiss, accompanied by a low groan vibrating from his chest. You were wholly unprepared and taken by surprise, but when he kept on deepening the kiss, you simply let him, a lot of tension subsiding from you as if he was taking it off your shoulders through his affection.

Alhaitham had closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying the moment. So you followed his example, gently resting your hands against his chest and allowing him to get even closer to you, grabbing your hips to press your body into his fervently. You had no idea what came over you, but after the hell you two had been through, you had no strength to resist him—and at that moment, you didn't want to. He only pulled away when you were barely holding on to your conscience as you ran out of air.

"Go," he whispered, but his hands held on to you, reluctant to let go. His gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips as if he was hoping for another kiss, but the seriousness of the situation caught up to you two, and you took over from him, slowly backing away from him and up the staircase, his hand lingering on yours for as long as the distance allowed.

Skipping stairs, you went to the upper floor, looking left and right for the bathroom before opening the doors along the hallways carefully until you found the empty master bedroom with an ensuite. Closing the door behind you, you let out a long breath, this escape taking unknown directions. However, the exhaustion you felt told you that you had to hurry or else you might fall asleep while standing there, so you didn't get to slack off now. Stepping up to the bed, you searched the bedside tables for valuables, finding a watch and some pearl earrings. With those, you went to the large closet.

In the semi-darkness, it was hard to ideally create an outfit someone who didn't break out of prison would wear. You chose a plaid shirt and some jeans, fishing for underwear in one of the drawers before getting to the bathroom and closing the door behind you again. Inside, you finally allowed yourself to turn on the light, stepping up to the sink. You'd have loved to take a warm shower, but there wouldn't be enough time. Cold water it is, you decided, finally looking up in the mirror and halting.

Perplexed, you stared at the red stain resembling Alhaitham's hand on your cheek, then you looked down at your shoulder and wrist, seeing it was colored in the same shade as your cheek. Touching the back of your head, the fingers you used coming back with crumbles of dried red. When you finally inspected your lips, you noticed they seemed fuller and red as well after kissing the man you had run away with. You hadn't noticed it before, but there was a bitter, metallic taste in your mouth, and for some reason, Alhaitham's words echoed back into your mind.

No one will take you away from me, no matter what I have to do.

He didn't possibly mean...

It was a little too suspicious that you couldn't hear anyone in the house anymore. There should have been three people at least, but you couldn't even hear muffled screams or the house echoing any sounds but your own breathing.

Just don't go into the basement.

When Alhaitham said he'd do anything, he meant it. That you were suddenly completely sure of. The red stains on you were the evidence of how far he'd go. How willing he was to do whatever it may cost to fulfill his plan of getting you two away. Of the bodies, he was going to step on to reach his goal.

Why you?

You never wanted any of this. You had never planned to become this kind of monster, never wanted to harm others to get your way. You would have been okay with hiding in prison your whole life, but for some reason, Alhaitham decided you were the one to help him escape. You were the one he latched onto when there was no one more fitting for the position.

But now, with tears falling from your eyes as you gulped down the bile rising in your throat, there was an ugly realization settling into your mind. Even when you turned on the faucet to try and wash off the blood from your body—blood that wasn't yours!—you couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why Alhaitham was going so far for you when you felt like there, for once, was no logic behind his actions. But you knew, scrubbing your wrist and face, that there was no turning back for you anymore.

Now, you were just as guilty as he was.

But love—especially his—didn't need logic when it was already madness.

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murder-cookie-dust393 · 1 year ago

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This might be an odd brainrot but hear me out. How much of a world of pain would they be in if say... five cookies were to try to rescue S/O from the clutches of a Yandere Pure Vanilla Cookie?

Ok so I’m a bit confused on the wording…so I might not have completely understood. (No blame- I’m just a little dum dum)

I’m not sure who “they” was meant to be, but I’m gonna assume it’s the 5 cookies???

Ok so the 5 cookies…I don’t think it was specified so I’m just gonna spin the wheel-

We got:

KniGHT CooKie

BLACK RAISIN(????)

MOONLIGHT (SCREAMING)

Captain Caviar ✨

ALMOND TOO?? (BRO THIS WHEEL IS WILD)

Mkay so we got 2 Dilfs, a pretty princess who will beat you up, a cookie without a limb and loves birds, and…a knight.

(We should make this a game- just spin the wheel and see which cookies fight against Yan whoever lmao)

Tw: kidnapping, mention of ‘blood’, Pure Vanilla is literally insane, MC gets restrained

Ok so I know Moonlight is def stronger than Pure Vanilla so let’s ist say they’re equal for the sake of convenience.

The team of the 5 cookies were absolutely worried when their good friend literally just got kidnapped by so called “Cookie of pure hope”. What had made the healer so fucking salty that he had to kidnap them??

Thanks to Almond’s ultimate detective skills, the group had managed to find the king. He was cradling MC so tightly, like a deranged madman as his maniacal eyes stared at them.

Poor MC was quivering with fear, their arms bound to their sides. Everything about their expression screamed help.

“…Why are you here? There is no need to attack, they are simply delighted to be in arms.”

Not writing on my laptop so it’s orange ;-;

“PURE VANILLA! I demand you release them immediately! You know what happens if you don’t!”

For once, Moonlight was far from calm, a look of anger crossing her face. She glared at the blonde cookie as if he were vermin.

“Haha! Never.”

He sarcastically laughed, before frowning again, holding MC tighter to his body.

“…My king, what has happened to you?”

Black Raisin was horrified to see healer so troubled. He didn’t look like himself, his heart seemed to be…cold, for once.

“Love changed me. I realized I needed to be harsher against this cruel world who labels my love as ‘insane obsession’.”

…

“That’s because it is! A sane cookie wouldn’t kidnap someone for the sake of love! Your heart is tainted, Pure Vanilla!”

Knight Cookie charged for Pure Vanilla, but his sword was deflected by a sudden object. The knight flew back slightly by the impact, falling down.

Almond helped him stand, and the group saw a big ass Vanilla flower monster, its body towering over behind Pure Vanilla and MC.

(I’m literally bullshitting this story help-)

“Haha…This little guy here is a prototype. Since my magic isn’t for combat, I decided to make myself a guard to help me out here. He’s a good boy isn’t he?”

Pure Vanilla smiled, not in his usual innocent fashion; it was crooked, a cruel smile.

“This bastard…Looks like this won’t be an easy rescue.” Almond mumbled, as the group readied their weapons.

“I would never let you steal my precious dear from me. They NEED me. I’m their comfort. You villains!”

Pure Vanilla exclaimed in a crazed voice, seemingly offended of being underestimated.

“YOUR STRAWBERRY JAM WILL TAINT THESE FLOORS, AS IT DESERVES TO BE!”

Pure Vanilla stood, the eye of his staff wide open.

Caviar held up his ginormous cannon, sighing, “You’re almost as bad as that Black Pearl mermaid-“

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And the ending will be up to your imagination!

If I miss interpreted the brainrot plz tell me, bcs I am willing to rewrite to its proper form.

#cookie run #crk #cookie run kingdom #yandere cookie run #cookie run x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #crk x reader #yandere crk #blurbs #yandere imagines

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blood-gulch · 5 months ago

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grace blood-gulch's s14 episode ranking list because i am so special and have lots of thoughts on every episode ever :)

Tier 1 - legitimately good quality content i recommend viewing

Room Zero - as someone who was personally Waiting those multiple years to see that rvb animated episode be finished i was so excited by this one. also i just love the animation + attention to character details in the og one. even though it doesnt really add much to that original base, newer fans should watch it to appreciate the animation cuz its cute. especially fond of every character detail moment like church running backward and using his hand to slide or the earliest iteration of grif being canonically animated as fat. idk i love it a lot and i think its p cute and well worth the watch. it's also the first episodically which is neat. good opener for s14.

The Brick Gulch Chronicles - look its stop motion lego and its cute as fuuuuuuck. the plot being sarges bday is adorable. literally awesome.

Fight the Good Fight - okay i just find it cute and quirky and generally enjoyed watching it quite a bit :) it made me laugh. the [Red] team gag was good. it reminded me of the similar gag from the simpsons in the kamp krusty episode. my dad always makes jokes about that specific gag so ahh. definitely worth the watch but understandable to skip.

Caboose's Guide to Making Friends - its just really fucking cute idfk

Head Cannon - This one's just really funny and also adds on to a scene that already was fun in a good way. Enjoyable. Highly recommended.

Get Bent - I wish sarge was still an old woman but dykenut and church bisexuality balances it out. i also wish we had female tucker. it makes me sad we didnt get female tucker.

Red vs. Blue the Musical - The reds' song is about weapons and the blues' song is about church killing himself. 10/10. no notes. perfect summation of rvb in like 10 minutes.

Mr. Red vs Mr. Blue - genuinely delightful like a distilled everything i like about tucker. he's really fun here. also sister is fun here.

The Triplets & The "Mission" - The triplets own hard. the scene with wash connie and south at the end always makes me smile. ohio girl youre fucking crazy but youre everything. I love you.

Tier 2 - Decent content. You can skip but still somewhat worth ur time.

From Stumbled Beginnings and Why They're Here - Mostly fun. Asterisk mostly. There's an episode between these two that's technically an episode trilogy you should skip. Otherwise is pretty fun.

The #1 Movie in the Galaxy: 3 - This is silly and fun. I enjoyed it. It's also short.

Meta vs Carolina: Dawn of Awesome - look man its a death battle. if you like death battle youll have fun. if you hate death battle you can skip it. shoutout sarge deadbeat dad implications though. i cant even be mad its just not the character id expect them to do that to...

Grey vs Gray - i found it fun :) nothing stand out tho. skippable but not egregiously bad.

Immersion: The Warthog Flip - Look if you Like seeing science stuff yeah its a good watch. if you dont like that you can skip it. I like the math and science though. you don't lose anything in skipping though.

Tier 3 - Meh

Orange is the New Red & Invaders from Another Mother - theyre not bad but aged... poorly. i thought they were funny when i was younger but i watched funhaus actively then. i dont know how this would fare to a non-FH fan. Desert Dance [Spins]

Red vs. Blue vs. Roosterteeth - I KNOWWWWW THERES A LOT OF NOSTALGIA its just .... not very funny. its creators meeting their characters but its also odd in a strange way. you can watch it if youre curious enough. i liked the end voice over of s14 a lot tho so like maybe watch it and if youre bored skip to the end lol

Tier 4 - Drink a lot or watch with friends to experience enjoyment

Club, Call, & Consequences - look man the only way youre enjoying this is if you are a hardcore lolix guy or you are wasted out of your mindddd. im sorry who the fuck is siris. i honest to god thought siris was a bit as a joke on the whole thing of "grif simmons and hammer" from earlier. they never even mention siris again. who the fuck is siris. i felt like i was like lied to or something . sorry siris is so fucking funny. well he didnt have a personality but thats ok. i dont know if he actually exists.

RvB Throwdown - Get Miles Luna out of the booth. never let him rap again.

Tier 5 - Bad. Skip it.

Fifty Shades of Red - Fifty Shades of Red has possibly one of the worst jokes in the series that immediately assassinates Tucker into a pretty fucking awful light and retroactively ruins his character for the preceding 13 seasons. I honestly recommend skipping Fifty Shades of Red to avoid that one tucker joke. its not necessary and contributes nothing. The rest of the episode is fine and on the level of stumbled beginnings & why theyre here. but god that one joke is so bad i can't in good faith recommend it. it just leaves me fuming LOL i could write an essay as it being the origin point of post s13 writers room tucker hate where they start trying to make him an irredeemable asshole & dont understand his whole deal for the rest of the series.

#originals

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dreamii-krybaby · 1 year ago

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Guys-

I think I cracked it- or at least I have a lead

What am I talking about?

Am referring to my previous post.

Aka I think I have a hunch on what happened at site 48

Note: If u wanna skip all of this points and infodump go to where it says “CONCLUSION”

1- Yeva is definitely involved and behind the gravitational forces, like her ID is literally “048”. This site was made FOR HER

2- if you remember my insane speculation that I explained via whatsapp screen shots saying how Yeva is heavily connected to the fact that the AS can create biological shit, like Eldritch monsters and Eldritch babies (EP4 eldritch fetus) and fuse flesh with metal

3- The user @starburst98 made this comments in my previous post regarding the site 48 and Yeva

At the beginning I thought gravitational forces could be another way of saying “telekinesis” but this can also apply to black holes. As the can create massive amounts of gravity pulling

4- pointed out in this posts

Which simply fuels the idea that Yeva is deeply connected to the AS ability to fuse and create flesh

5- Orange eye theory. Thanks to Yeva’s image in EP6 at some point she had orange eyes, this makes her the 4th character to display orange eyes. (Teacher, Doll, Alice, Yeva)

We know that the color orange is related to the AS due to the fact on how Doll’s eyes started out red, in EP2 and EP3 its constantly switched between red and orange, and from EP4 onward it has been orange.

I have more to say about the orange eye color theory but I’ll mention it in a separate post

Also Alice had green eyes thanks to her ID photo but in her EP6 image (where she has her head smashed against the wall) she has orange lights and in the present in EP6 , but alice has not shown any use of the AS

So am still now 100% sure what could this mean, but it may mean that the AS is severely affecting their host psychologically and perhaps in other ways.

What am trying to say is that girlie is not in a good state- at all. And the AS is creeping in.

7- we know that the AS is capable in creating massive black holes. And in EP6 when Uzi being possessed and created 2 black holes in 2 separate times it also created flesh around the holes too. (Yeva and AS flesh shit connection going brrrrr)

8- And people have pointed out Uzi started coughing BLOOD after creating a blackhole on the elevator (in fact if it wasn’t for N chopping her hand off, the blackhole could still be there and fuck shit up)

Again it just fuels my idea that Yeva may not be…the average experiment…she may be a little more…fleshy

9- When Uzi got possessed the first time by the AS in EP6 THINGS STARTED TO FLOAT MID AIR- WITH BEAU TOO.

AGAIN- GRAVITY PLAYING HERE

CONCLUSION: With all of this in mind, even if not all of this info dump was necessary, I think what happened is that Yeva’s AS went out of control, and created a big black hole, things were floating mid air. Body horror may or may have not been involved.

Yeva must have been very vulnerable at some point at the labs, and judging by what we got from her until now, she seems paranoid, scared, timid, anxious and heavily traumatized. This could perfectly given the AS a window for possession. Or affect her personality wise like how the AS affected Uzi in EP4.

Plus with her orange eye in her EP6 image gives in more to that idea, the AS has some severe effect on her.

Edit: I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT THE LIGHT ON HER CHEST IS YELLOW ON EP6!!!!

Now…what happened after the core collapse and how her AS went well that might as well need a separate post

#murder drones #murder drones yeva #md yeva #yeva murder drones #yeva md #murder drones theory

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cupid-roses · 10 months ago

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What op men voices look like and what they smell like by me!!!

So for context I have two types of synesthesia. One where I can see the colors of people’s voices and the other is where I can vividly smell pictures (very weird combo but it’s there!)

So here are some standout colors and smells of one piece men

Shanks

His voice color is a rusty brown color. It’s honestly not that bad and the color is more on the warm side then cool and I enjoy it when he laughs because the color bounces around my vision. wish I could hear his voice more often but then again i am still in pre time skip (tho I have been spoiled for everything but honestly I don’t mind, spoilers doesnt make or break a piece of media for me)

Smells are much more fun because it’s not just me identifying voice actors but the characters themselves:] on that note shanks smells extremely sweet. Maraschino cherries, candied strawberries and just an underlying scent of blood. If I would have to choose another picture that he smells most similar to it would be the birth of Venus by Alexander cabanel

buggy

His voice is a very nice sea green and some people have multiple colors and when he laughs I get some navy blue and neon green. His colors are much more stable compared to shanks’ and don’t move around much but when he screams it wiggles so that’s fun

His scent is fucking delicious smelling. Smells like a god damn bakery. Gingerbread, chocolate chip cookies, and vanilla icing. But there is also this kinda chemical scent with it as well that I can only describe as like nitroglycerin??? Idk it just reminds me of like fireworks and when I think nitroglycerin I think fireworks. A painting he smells most similar to is the creation of Adam by Michelangelo

Corazón

This guys voice is so fucking beautiful bro. I cannot express enough how much I love this voice. It is a very rich burgundy color and it is constantly dancing around often coming into swirls.

The only way that I can describe his scent is that he smells like the concept of religion. Red wine, incense, blood, and lilacs. There is also hints of firewood and pomegranate. He often smells like a lot of Virgin Mary iconography to me. But the most closely associated smell I get from him is pietá by William-adolphe bouguereau

Doflamingo

His voice is very colorful bright neon orange with times getting a sky blue or a white. His voice has never moved and is just constantly- still. I don’t remember a single time the colors so much a jiggled. It’s quite literally just dots that fade out when he stops taking and that’s about it

This man has a very interesting smell. He smells like corpses rotting and the black mold in my bathroom but also very specifically the honey barbecue chicken my brother makes. He also has like a hint of a lily smell??? Very weird and very unique to say the least. It’s not very close but it was the closet I could find and that was the painting anguish by August Fredrich schnck

Mihawk

This man has the most dull grey voice ever. And beige. just a very sad beige. His voice bores me to tears with how underwhelming the colors are. But in the opla Steven got a very nice jade green color. Back to anime, his voice moves around violently it’s just constantly trying to take over my vision and just ping ponging around. It could have been fun if it wasn’t such boring colors.

His scent on the other hand— blackberries and ink. Kinda smells like a library with the book and dust scent. But it is very nice smell. I would love to have it as a cologne. The painting he smells the most like is Christina’s world by Andrew Wyeth

#one piece #dracule mihawk #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #shanks #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote rosinante

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themutantninja · 4 months ago

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Secret ninja

2012 TMNT Raph x reader

A\N : sooo, this is my very first oneshot so please be easy on me. Also, english is most definitely NOT my first language so please watch out for possible mistakes. I didn't watch tmnt 2012 in english so I don't really know how Raph speaks in the english version.

Word count: 1651

2012!raphael x fem!reader

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I was just a regular person living in one of the smaller apartments in New York. I am not very social person tho, i don't have many friends honestly, I like the quiet. But one day, someone really caught my eye. 4 of them to be exact, also, they were not people, they were turtles.

I think that most people would have freaked out if they were in my place. But I just couldn't care less, honestly, it seemed kinda cool to me.

So, how it happened?

One day I was just sitting on the roof of my apartment building watching the stars and just the outside of the world without actually having to talk to someone.

Sometimes I like to train up there. I forgot to mention I used to go to some karate lessons. It was fun to just forget about everything and just punch the boxing bag or someone. (that was my favourite part)

But this day, I just needed some peace and quiet. And I had that, until...

"Come and get me", I heard a rather annoying voice say. That's when I got up and decided I would help well... anyone who needed the help? I didn't really know what was going on.

I went after the voices ready to fight anyone who would go after me.

That's when I saw it.

Four turtles.

Ninja turtles. What?

They were actually good. Each of them had a different colour of bandana. Red, blue, orange and purple.

They were fighting some people, but they looked literally the same, they couldn't be siblings, there was too many of them. Then I saw how the blue one cut through one of them. I was ready to see blood, but all i saw was a robotic structure.

Before I could even get the chance to get involved in the fight, the turtles have already beat them.

I didn't understand how could they be so good. Especially the red one, he was beating those robots like it was nothing.

Not that the others weren't good, but this red had something in him.

"Come on guys, we gotta go home before anyone sees us" said the blue on. Rest of the turtles just nodded and they ran to the fire escape.

I wanted to follow them, but i didn't see the robot below me and accidentaly stepped on him. And of course it made noise so loud I swear half of the city heard it.

'Some ninja I am'

"Dudes did you hear that?" said the orange one. "Yes", replied the rest in sync.

I quickly ran to my apartment window before they could find me. Thankfully, i managed to get there just in time.

"Guess it was just a bird" was the last thing I heard before they quickly disapeared.

I was very determinded to meet them.

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After a few weeks of "following" the ninjas, I found out some of the basics.

Blue. Leonardo short Leo. His weapons are two katanas. He is the leader and his ego grows with the fact. But he is patient and responsible.

Purple. Donatello short Donnie. His weapon is naginata. He is the head of the group.

Orange. Michelangelo short Mikey. His weapon is nunchaku. He is the kid. Not the sharpest pencil. He likes to tease his opponents.

And finally my favourite..

Red. Raphaelo short Raph. His weapons are sais. He is the hot head. He fights the opponents until he knows on 110% that they are finished.

He is my favourite because he reminds me so much of myself. And today is the day I want to aproach them.

As I learned, Mikey is the easiest target. He likes pizza a lot. I know that because once I saw him eat a slice of pizza he found somewhere in the trash.

So I decided to put one slice of pizza on the roof of my apartment building. I know that they patrol here every night looking for danger.

It's now 9 PM, I already planted the pizza and now I am hiding in the shadows waiting for them to come.

This probably isn't the best way to aproach some mutant ninja turtles, but honestly, i don't have a better idea. Plus this is going to be fun.

Before I could think further, I heard a thud on the roof. I was waiting for the orange masked turtle to come out but there was no one.

Weird, I could swear I heard something.

Before I could come out and take a look, I felt hands grab me from behind and suddenly I was pinned harshly to a wall.

When I opened my eyes, I realized I was chained to the wall. I tried squirming my way out of the chains but there was no use.

"What the hell do you want from us." I know that voice.

"Nothing," I simply replied to practically no one. He was hiding in the dark. "You know, it's polite to speak with me face to face. Seems like you know nothing about decency."

"Decency?" He scoffed, "you know a lot about decency after following our every step." He said after taking a step forward. The red bandana revealing who I am speaking to.

"So who do you work for? Shredder? Krang?" he asked. I let out a light chuckle.

"Who do you think?" I could see his patience is growing thin. It may be dangerous playing with the hot headed ninja, but I want to see what he will do.

"I wouldn't play games with me princess, wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face of yours." He said taking a step towards me. I wasn't afraid of his tauting. "But just know, I will if I have to. So I will ask you again. Who do you work for?" he asked again, this time with pauses between words so he would seem more intimidating.

"Come and find out."

That seemed to really piss him off. He leaped infront of me so fast. We were only a few inches apart.

"Be careful with your words, you don't know what I am capable of." he said very slowly. "Last chance, what do you want from me?"

He changed his question. He knows very well what I want from him. He wants me to say it out loud. Well this should be fun.

"Fight me." I whispered. I swear he could barely hear how quiet I said it. "Then I will answer all your questions." I felt the chains around me loosen.

Without any words, he just got into a fighting stance. I did too. When he saw that, he attacked me right away.

Yes it was stupid, yes i had a lame answer and yes, there is no way I could beat him.

But i don't care. I am glad I can finally fight with someone after such a long time. To feel the rush of adrenaline when you see a fist coming your way or the foot coming to kick you.

I dodged him a lot, since he was way stronger than me there was no point in fighting back. Sometimes a landed a kick but that was it.

"Come on, you wanted to fight then fight me." he said while trying to land a punch but I just dodged.

I didn't answer, I saw he was getting tired and most likely impatient with me. So I gave him what he asked for.

I let him land a punch, so it would seem that he got me. I fell on my back and just waited for him to come and finish me. When he was in the distance I wanted him to be, I swung my legs in the air and jumped up while landing a pretty big kick in his stomach.

He stumbled while his back hit the wall i was chained to a few minutes before. I could see he didn't expect that, he looked stunned. So I landed a kick to his head.

Not so favourite kick in the karate community if you ask me.

I knew this wasn't the end. I knew another fight would come soon. But this time, I just want him to deserve his answer.

"Seems you won't get your answer anytime soon Red." was the last thing I said to him before getting down to my apartment, trying not to make it obvious I live in the building we were just fighting on.

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Raph's pov

"Wow."

Wow? Really?

Was that all I could say right now?

"Seems you won't get your answer anytime soon Red." was the last thing she said.

Who the hell is she? Some Secret ninja or what?

How could she beat me in the fight. How is she so good? Those definitely weren't the moves from a fighter in the clan Foot and she definitely didn't seem like a robot either. I couldn't wrap my head around this

Why is her reason behind all of this? She keeps following us around for several months right now. I remember seeing her at this exact roof for the first time when we were fighting againts the Foot-Bots.

This was definitely a trap for Mikey. No one would be so stupid to fall into this trap other than Mikey. And she knows that.

But why? I still don't understand. If she's not from clan Foot or from Kraangs, why does she follow us so much.

She was really good, the kick she landed when she was on her back. There is something in her, I just can't see what right now.

For some reason, I liked it. Why? I don't know. The way she kicked me awoke something inside me.

I decided to stop overthinking this, I know I can't get my answer now, just like the girl said.

There is one thing I know for sure, this isn't over.

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