#i had to compress the SHIT outta this

[scattered-irises]

If there is ever a Zexal live action adaptation, Astral can be absolutely piss poor CGI or a guy in a blue skinsuit; the Barians can look like they got their costumes from Spirit Halloween; and Heartland can look like it was filmed on a middle school theater set AS LONG AS

Ewan Mitchell plays Christopher Arclight.

Bonus:

[kawaiianimekitten]

Obey me x reader

He scares you/accidentally-ish makes you fear him

Mammon

I decided to do the whole part all at once for this one

Warnings - cussing, not proofread, violence, hurt/comfort

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I had overhead some of the brothers talking about how Mammon had gotten an unusually rough punishment from Lucifer, so I wanted to make sure he was ok and hopefully forget about it for a bit.

I have some games, some food and drinks, some music, some movies, and some other stuff to hopefully cheer him up.

I get to his room and knock on his door before just walking in.

"Hey, Mams, I heard you ha-" I immediately stop talking and drop everything when I see Mammon.

"Oh my god, are you ok???" I rush over to him, quickly looking at the bruises all over his body.

He pulls away from me glaring. "Does it look like I'm ok?"

Gently grabbing his hand and holding it in mine, I reply "No... Wanna talk about it? Or I brought some stuff if ya wanna-"

"No. Just leave me alone." He pulls his hand away.

Not knowing how to react, I just stand there. He's never acted like this twords me. Am I supposed to actually go? He doesn't usually mean it when he says it, but he does seem more serious than usual. Maybe I-

"Stop standing there with that stupid look on your face, human." Wow. So that's how he's gonna play it.

I glare right back. "Fine. I'll leave. Before I do, though." I go grab his favorite snack and drink that I dropped when walking in and hand it to him, softening my look. "I brought these for you. If you wanna talk or hang out, you know where I'm at."

I turn around to leave before being pulled back.

Pop

"Fuck! Mams, that hurt, dammmit." I say, holding my now out of socket arm.

He gets in my face still glaring. "If I wanted food or drinks or you I woulda come got it myself. But I didn't. So why the fuck are you here. I never asked you to be." He had turned into his demon form sometime when I was turned around and is now bearing his fangs at me like some kind of dog.

Wtf is wrong with him today? He usually doesn't look like he wants to skin me.

"Mams, can you back up? If you want me to leave, I will. You don't have to be a dick about it. Ah!" I barely not my sentence out before Mammon has me pinned to the wall, arm on my throat.

"Don't talk to me that way. I have to deal with my brothers treating me like shit, I'm not gonna let you as well."

I can't breathe. I can't breath. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. Just keeps repeating in my head as I try to get free from Mammon's arms.

Thankfully Levi decided to walk in, wanting his money from Mammon for something anime related, I'm guessing.

"Mammon! Get off her!" He tries pulling his brother away as Beel and Belphie pop their head in curiously before going to help get Mammon away.

I hit the floor, head spinning while gasping for air once they get him off.

Lucifer, hearing all the commotion, had begrudgingly came to check, immediately alert seeing 3 of his brothers pulling Mammon away from me.

Lucifer turns into his demon form. "What is going on here?!" Everyone immediately stops what their doing. Except me, I continue to cough and gasp for air, feeling so outta breath as if I just ran a marathon.

"Mammon. My office. Beel, take her to the couch. Levi, she'll prolly need a cold compress to reduce any swelling on her neck. Belphie, water." Lucifer commanded. Next thing I know I'm in beels arms.

When walking past Lucifer, though, I whisper "please go easy on him..."

He might've just scared the shit outta me, but I would feel bad if he got another bad punishment after just having a bad one.

Mammon later walks through the living room, glaring at me. I just hide in Beels side, deciding to try to ignore it.

By dinner he looks almost bad to normal. More like a kicked puppy rather than a pissed off demon.

I make eye contact with him, but he glares at me, making me flinch and look away. I guess I was wrong. Not back to normal.

It's been a little over 24 hours since what happened. By lunch he finally stopped glaring at me, thankfully. It's currently dinner and I can feel his eyes on me.

I look up and meet his eyes, which look less bright than usual, which breaks my heart a bit. He looks down, and after a minute I feel my phone vibrate. I check my phone, careful so that Lucifer doesn't notice (he doesn't like phones at the table, unless it's very important).

It's Mammon. 'Hey... I'm sorry... Wanna watch some TV in the livin room after dinner? I got somethin for ya I wanna give ya...'

'ok' I quickly reply before going back to eating.

I go back to my room to get ready to hang with Mammon and calm my nerves a bit.

Knock knock

"hm?" I open the door seeing a sheepish Mammon standing there, fidgeting with his own hands.

"U-Uhm, H-Hey Mc..."

I smile a little, glad he seems back to normal. "Hi"

"Ready to h-hang out?" He seems kinda scared as if I'll reject him, even though I already agreed.

"Yup, let's go." I step outta my room, closing the door behind me.

I hear him take a deep breath before gently taking my hand in his. Once he notices I'm not putting up a fight or upset about it, he takes me to the living room that's already set up like a mini pillow fort.

He faces me and gently grabs my other hand, acting as if in glass.

"Mc... I'm really sorry for how I've been acting... I have no reasoning good enough to excuse what I did and how I acted following it..." He lets go of one of my hands, pulling something out of his pocket.

It's a beautiful necklace with a locket on it, along with some additional lockets I can put onto the necklace.

I take the necklace and open the locket. It's a picture of us on his first date.

He had opened the other lockets while I was looking at the one in my hands.

One was us getting scolded by Lucifer after we started a food fight. Another is one he took while I was asleep on him. There's a group one of everyone that's chaotic, rather than the nice, organized ones Lucifer likes.

"I know this doesn't make up for my behavior or anything... But I just wanted to show how truly sorry I am... And that I truly love you with all my heart..."

I tackle him in a hug, which he reciprocates after a moment of shock.

"How long were you practicing that?" I smile up at him.

"S-Since Breakfast..." He shyly confesses.

We just end up hugging, laughing, saying I love yous, sorry from Mammon, and even crying. All while in eachothere arms.

"I l-love you, my Treasure"

"I love you too Mams."

We do eventually pull ourselves together enough to get ourselves over to the fort to cuddle and watch the show Mams picked out.

[squidthesquidd]

OHOHOHOHO YES YOU ARE ENABLING ME I NEED TO INFO DUMP!!!

first of all, yes they are small. not only was the gem that was supposed to form split in two, they were also in the ground for a veeerrrrrryyy long time. theyre overcooked like amethyst! which made them even smaller!

but you see, normally onyx’s are HUGE! roughly eleven feet tall :D if onyx’s were normal sized, ingo and emmet would have come out at barely two feet tall, but luckily theyre a bit taller at 4’6”

being compressed in the ground for so long also made them both extremely durable! onyx’s represent strength and protection, so not not only are the twins verrrrry difficult to poof, they can withstand extreme temperatures like garnet :D

Also, since we never see an onyx in steven universe, i like to think they were actually discontinued! with the dwindling natural materials it just wasn't beneficial to make these giant eleven foot gems that just stood guard at warp pads. so Emmet and Inggo emerged verrrry late like, extremely late. im thinking this au takes place around the time peridot becomes a little friend creature, so the timeline is:

gemwar: onyx discontinued, emmet and ingo forming

after gem war: 5,000 or so years later, emmet and ingo emerge. very small

before the series and while it's going: Emmet and ingo are discovered and made to be entertainment for important gem higher ups. i'm thinking this goes on for a few hundred years

bit after peri is part of the crystal gems: emmet and ingo escape to earth and meet the gems!

now, emmet and ingo don't have their signature big coats on homeworld, and instead wear something similar to pearls. bodysuit with a lil frilly thing :p cus just like pearls, they were basically just supposed to be decorations

Emmet and Ingo, early on in their life as toys, managed to steal a device they could use to get information. haha lmao gem internet

anyway, whenever they were able, they would research things using this device, and formed a particular interest in earth. they read about the crystal gems and life on earth and- get ready

TRAINS

upon discovering the existence of trains, on earth and other alien societies, they were obsessed. they would talk about them as often as they could, and accidentally incorporated train talk into their everyday vocabulary, which the gems around them thought was verry strange

eventually, the reason emmet and ingo decide to escape, is big sad :(. so basically, the twins were given to a gem who led a platoon of soldiers, and threw emmet and ingo into their room and told them they could do whatever they wanted with them. so, the soldiers decide to just fuck the boys up. reallly beat the shit outta them, and they actually manage to poof ingo, something that had never happened before. then they start shouting about trying to shatter ingo, and this obviously freaked the hell out of emmet. so Emmet grabs ingos gem, and because he’s just small as hell compared to all the other gems in the room, manages to slip through them and escape.

now he's on the run, and just trying to hide long enough for ingo to reform. when ingo eventually does, they decide their life on homeworld is definitely over so they either have the choice of being shattered, or stealing a ship and escaping. they of course decide that stealing a ship would be better :] they know the layout of the area pretty well, so they are able to get to where ships are stored pretty easily, the only problem is actually flying them, buuuuut because of the device they stole, they had basic knowledge of how to operate it. they were being attacked the whole time, but did manage to successfully fly off of homeworld!!!!

It takes a while, but they manage to make it to earth. they’re researching humans a bunch and decide to choose human names for themselves! because humans are just so cool! so thats where their names come from :D

around this time is a bit after peridots famous “calling yellow diamond a clod” moment, so when the gems see a homeworld ship entering the atmosphere, they immediately assume the worst. they attack it, and the ship crashes somewhere in the forest. In the crash, Emmets gem is cracked. no good. very bad :(

when the gems find the crash, and they see emmet and ingo inside, they immediately realize “these arent dangerous gems, these are just little guys. we just attacked a couple of little guys and now theyre crying. oh no :(“ cus they r just little guys!!! emmets gem is cracked and hes scared and ingo is holding him and crying his freaking eyes out cus his twin is hurt :((( and steven tries to get closer to heal emmet and ingo hisses at him like a damn little creature,, and steven has to explain that they didnt mean to hurt them and they just want help, and ingo is still suspicious, but he lets steven slap his spit on emmet

also i just realized i am just writing a fanfic here so i'm gonna stop before i write any more lmao (and ive just decided to write a whole actual fanfic about this so prepare urselves)

last thing im gonna talk about is their weapons cus i like what i came up with :]

I couldn't find a name for the weapon name, but it’s basically a giant deerhorn knife,,, like a batleth? yeah its like a reverse batleth :D so ingo and emmet each have a batleth, and when they fuse, their weapon becomes Giant frisbee saw of death

and thats what ive come up with so far! :D feel free to ask questions or suggest things for this au!!!!! pls!!! i read all ur tags!!!!

[knowlessman]

"shigaraki has become too powerful. we need to bring in the one person we know who can disable him from a distance." "you can't mean -" "I do. Contact Mr Smiley." (bnha s6e7-10)

I forgot Aquaman or wever his name is was keeping Eraser Head's eyes wet so he could stare at Tomura 'XD that's just, a thing. that's how this show works. that's just a thing in this show

"he even has all might's power and toughness" blinks in Magic player I wonder what those might be. Maybe like 7/7? or he's a 1/1 that can pump?

"'little brother?' I didn't say that. I don't want to be like you, teacher, I want to surpass you. my will is my own" yeah, I don't think you read all the fine print back when Super-Satan took you in. gifted powers from vague-talking benefactors have a tendency to not care what you want in the end

"Vanishing Fist" is a cool name for an attack. wonder what they cribbed it from (turns out they didn't, it sounded like something that coulda been from something else tho imo)

(midnight got got by mr compress and is telling momo to use a forbidden technique or something to stop bigfoot) hmmm. so midnight had yaoyorozu analyze her sedative stuff so she can make it? yaoyorozu's quirk may be a strict upgrade over some of the pros', then.

ngl, mt lady hasn't seemed to be slowing bigfoot down worth a damn so far. dint even try to get him off his feet, he was just pushing her ahead of him like a plow for the longest time

figures, acid girl remembered bigfoot from her origin story or something and it made her fumble the shot. or he just reminded her of it? not sure, I don't remember the details that well (could swear her origin story was literally about a "monster" looking guy just asking for directions but idk). anyway, kirishima to the rescue? like they do have that shared backstory bit kinda thing so like sure

…what the.

-- fucker just. …fuck is that called? gurning? yeah. mfer just won the universe gurning championship of all time out of nowhere. swallered his nose. and ears. and eyes.

(tomura got eraser head with the dart) I don't guess our guy's wearing dartproof shinguards under them trousers or summat? -- BRO.

-- BRO. when is this that kind of show

(OP starts up again) okay, get this upbeat… get this lewis carroll denver jam band shit outta my face, a man just cut his fucking leg off with a knife with one swipe, my man has a vorpal fucking sword specifically for chopping entire legs off and you are playing stuff that would sound too tame and mild and childish for fucking burnout 3. "lazy generation" wouldn't come close to cutting it for this shit, get outta here -- hell, what was he gonna do if it hit him in the gut? chop his entire fucking self in half? -- sweet from atlantis: "the catalog says this little beauty can cut through a femur in twenty-eight seconds. I'm betting I could cut that time in half"

"the giant villain is expected to pass through eleventy different cities on his way to wherever he's going" see, now they got sad twangy strings in the background, it sounds like "In the Woods Somewhere." this is appropriate music for the context -- also the kids really did go through all that for fuckall. : | apparently he can Tarrasque in his sleep or something

robotnik: "that one mistake will bring about your demise!" fucking cyclops with his stupid dinky eye lasers. and writers not knowing what defibrillators are for.

oh yeah, this episode's named after bakugo for some reason. writer really does act like he's fucking enkidu when he's just extremely simply a bad person, it's never gonna make sense to me

flashbacks of bakugo "helping" deku figure out the black whip ig -- wait shit, so deku now also has an ability called Float that just lets him Peter Pan. …or just levitate ig, apparently he needs the other stuff to actually move -- all might: "you're helping him learn his powers to atone for your past actions. but he probably never thought about it" these two make no goddamn sense. bakugo is still every bit as abusive, not only towards deku, but towards every person he interacts with, as he was when we first met him. he's never shown any trace of regretting being that way. hell, he also just got done spelling out that he can't understand that deku values and cares about other people, that that quality of deku's is repulsive to him. -- bakugo is just… is just wired in such a way, whether by nature or nurture or both, that he needs help becoming anything but several kinds of danger to other people. and he'll never get it, and he'll somehow continue to be portrayed as some kind of, for lack of a better word, "quirky" hero.

cyclops's cape is completely gone now, dang. is tomura gonna get a new one after this fight, or what? that thing was his whole wardrobe, now he's just Ben Swolo with wrong hair and chapped lips.

welp, here comes Super-Satan, Tomura, here comes your benefactor to take over the reins. toldja. -- (bakugo took the hit) there'll be no living with him after this. not that there was any before

"I finally got you" ah ah ah. if I didn't know any better, I'd think the Avatar Spirits might have something to say about that. I know you gave this power away, all that time ago, but it might not want to go back. it's got several minds of its own now

the villain team's hacker guy has visual on the fight? while riding on bigfoot's back? how shit is the good guys' tech if this nobody with a laptop can see shit and nobody else knew anything until bigfoot started moving?

"I need to ask sakuraraka why hawks killed twice" yeah because she'll definitely have any damned idea what you're talking about (did he die? I mean they kinda played it like he did but they do that a lot and it very rarely seems to take) -- "you're not the only one who's mad about twice" …what IS spinner doing here? what is his whole deal? does he have one? why is his sword twenty swords taped together in a pile, and why haven't we seen him do anything since like season two? at least, I could swear he hasn't done anything, for having such a distinctive design he's such a nothingburger of a character

"what are you going to do to me?" 'XD fucking nothing, the best her power can do is levitate you and you know it

oh goddammit, the next one's title is literally That Bit with the Gifs and the Hall & Oats Memes, the bit I been waiting for this entire time, but I just watched four in a row (four HEAVY ones) and I wanna stop. I'm just gonna have to save it and open on it (and Knife Girl's BS) next time

[narrans]

56). "If you ever compare them to vermin again, I'll beat the shit outta you!"

PROMPT

56). "If you ever compare them to vermin again, I'll beat the shit outta you!"

Humans can be wonderful, giving, accepting creatures. They can shine a light in the darkest of times, providing aid and stability to those who need it. They provide hope to the hopeless, meals to the hungry, and endure the most wicked and unfortunate of circumstances if it is for someone they love.

Perhaps that’s why they could justify treating us so poorly…

Their kindness simply ran out.

Their tolerance could only go so far.

The cruelty built up and needed a place to vent like steam from a compression chamber.

We - that is… us pets - are not human, even though the only thing that makes us different is our size. Pets are, in essence, much smaller humans, the tallest of us reaching only six-and-a-half or so inches tall - and that was saying something. I, myself, am a solid five and a fifth inches tall, but who is counting?

Certainly not my so-called owners.

They could care less about me with the way they treated me before discarding me – literally. Up until that point, I had never known that humans could be decent creatures.

I remember like it was yesterday when everything really began. After being trained and “properly conditioned,” I was sold to one family as a birthday present for a little girl as her first pet. It was terrifying. Instead of a gerbil or fish, they picked me.

Little did I know it was going to only get worse there for several years.

The girl who “owned” me was a brat through and through. Her screams were ear shattering, but her tendency to hit whatever wasn’t cooperating was far worse. The bruises on my body left me a purple-yellow lump most days. I lost count of how long I was with them honestly.

It wasn’t until she broke my arm, however, that she decided to show me the only mercy I had ever received from her, but it was far from that at the time.

She threw me away.

She tossed me into that odorous hot pink tin can lined in thick black bags.

“Audrey! Please! Don’t do this. I-I-I-I’ll get better. Just…”

“Broken toys go in the trash. You are broken. So, you go in the trash. Good-bye.”

The lid snapped shut and, in a moment, I was plunged into darkness which lasted for hours. The last thing I saw were here dark eyes and wide toothy grin.

Haunting.

She was ten. She should’ve known better. No. She did know better and chose to do the wrong thing.

I slipped into unconsciousness from pain after trying several times to climb and claw my way out of the bag among the various snack bags that were half eaten. It was a miracle I didn’t slip into shock, because the next thing I knew was that I was being jostled around, taken out with the rest of the trash.

I tried shouting, but nothing happened; at least, nothing happened until the bag was still for a few more hours. While in the dark expanse of the bag, I felt another massive jostle again before the inside was flooded with light.

I remember my eyes adjusting just in time to see two pale green eyes widen before the impending digits of doom reached in after me. Trapped at the bottom of the bag and trying to protect my injured arm, I snapped out of my trance. I tried getting away and managed to land a solid punch on his finger, which, to my surprise, made his fingers retract.

“Woah, you’re alive?” he said in awe. My stomach churned as it sank into my hard plastic shoes. I remember kicking myself, thinking if only I had played dead in that moment, then I would be safe.

I’m glad I didn’t do that now.

Slowly, he tilted the bag and kept it propped open, speaking softly to me.

“Hey, sorry. Didn’t mean to make a grab for you. I just didn’t want to leave you in there like that. It’s not the decent thing to do,” he said. “You wanna come out of there? Or not ready to leave yet?” I wanted to sprint to safety, be left alone, and not have a broken arm to tend to, but I knew we pets never really got what we wanted.

Reluctantly, I stood and inched toward the entrance of the bag o he could just barely see me. My insides churned uneasily. I knew what was coming. I was going to be grabbed, bruises pinched between his fingers. There would be a breathless jolt that would whiplash my neck as I lifted up to his face so I could stare into eyes that were the size of my head. Only the most horrible fates danced before my eyes, but as I began the countdown to my demise, none came.

I kept counting just to pass the time as I continued to pinch my eyes shut.

Three… Two… One… Now.

No?

Three… Two… One… Now.

I breathed deeply and summoned what courage I could and squinted one eye open. Sadly, I didn’t manage a glance up and could only stare at his pants leg, which was horrendously dirty and looked like it was one of many layers he wore; and it was no wonder – it was freezing. His one hand hadn’t moved from the top of the bag, but that was all I could see at the time.

Heart racing out of my chest, I felt absolutely sick. Bile rose up in the back of my throat. I suppressed a cough and choked back the feeling that was compressing my chest.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed something – anything – to relieve the tension.

I dared to look up, and immediately I met his two massive pale green eyes and a face that undoubtedly once was full of freckles.

One look and I knew he was examining me, eyes latching onto my injured arm that practically hung limply by my side in two places as well as the aged bruises mingled with the fresh.

I didn’t know what it was, but I knew the look in his eye immediately.

Disgust.

However, it wasn’t disgust at me. It was disgust for me.

I watched a protective presence radiate from him like waves of heat. In his eyes raged a distain and loathing for the one who hurt me. A lump the size of his fist formed in my throat.

Was it possible he felt pity? Sympathy?

No… it was empathy.

His other hand, which hadn’t made a grab for me, was in a brace of its own, and I saw a healing bruise on his cheek that was now a pale yellow. Somehow, he saw and understood everything I had gone through. It was a thought I had a few times before that people could be unkind toward one another, but I had never actually witnessed it happening.

I watched a coaxing smile curve his lips as he snapped himself out of whatever evaluation he just performed.

“Hey there,” he said softly. “Bit banged up, are we? Let’s see what we can do about that.” He laid his hand on the ground for me to step onto, which was a new phenomenon for me since most humans would simply pinch my torso or wrap their sweaty fingers around my body. Thinking of no other option or alternative at the moment but to cling onto the thoughtful look in his pale green eyes, I stepped onto his fingers and sat down cross-legged in the center of his palm.

“It’s a tad cold out and I’ve got a little way to walk. Do you care for a pocket or shoulder in my hoodie?” he asked.

Wait…

He asked?

A choice?

“Um…” I fumbled, bracing my arm tighter against my body. A bitterly cold gust of wind whipped by. I didn’t want to be confined, but the pocket sounded warmer. Then again, I was already warming just by being near his hand. I did want to see where we were going.

As if he could read my mind, he asked, “Not used to choices?”

I shook my head.

“Figures,” he muttered, a hint of anger in his voice. “How about shoulder? I’ve got a scarf in my bag here. You can use it like a blanket.”

What kind of human was this?

I couldn’t help myself and nodded eagerly and, within no more than thirty seconds, he had wrapped his scarf around his neck and had nestled me safely in the folds of the fabric, pulling up his hood to protect the both of us from the wind.

Without another word, he stood and began walking down the street, tugging a backpack onto his back and walking briskly. I didn’t ask any questions, mind reeling from what was already happening.

I wanted to ask him questions. Where were we going? What was he going to do to me? Was he taking me to someone who would be my new “owner”? Or was he going to assume that role? Why was he hurt? How was he going to fix my arm? Was he going to fix it?

I decided against asking any of them though. I didn’t want to say something that might make him change his mind in helping me. He could easily chuck me into any of the trashcans that we passed by, landing me right where I started the day.

It was about an hour later when he seemed to spot what he was looking for and changed direction, now walking toward a part of a bridge guarded by a partially torn down metal fence. He slipped under with cat-like dexterity and climbed up the steep concrete pad until he was directly under the overpass.

He reached up and gestured for me to slip onto his hand.

“I need to get my area set up, and then we’ll take a look at that arm. Sound fair?” he asked. I decided to be compliant, though I wasn’t sure what this whole “area” was supposed to look like. He unraveled the scarf and set it off to the side, keeping me snuggly wrapped in it to keep me from being subjected to the wicked wind.

I could’ve run for it. I could’ve slipped away and slid down the concrete pad to freedom, but I didn’t move. It was already getting dark and there was no chance of me surviving the night with a broken arm and no supplies. Even with this stranger, I was still safer than I would be alone.

I watched curiously as he pulled his backpack off of his back and began assembling a one-person tent, a compact set of blankets, and a few lamps which he hung inside of his pale tan tent. He shoved his bag into the opening before poking his head out and looking back at me. I had to admit that I was a bit nervous, watching him make this tent and then move inside wordlessly without bringing me with him.

“Ready?” he asked. I wasn’t sure. Was I ready? Still numb from the pain of my arm, I thought only for a minute before nodding and letting his hands cup either side of the scarf that surrounded me. He moved slowly and brought me into the tent where he set me on top of his backpack, a scuffed medical kit resting in his lap.

I didn’t get a good look, but I saw there were dozens of tools on one side of his kit, and they were all tools I had seen in my life. They were small tools – perfect for pets like me. Unease crept into my chest. Why did he have these tools? They looked professional, as if they came from a veterinarian’s office.

I shuddered as I watched his fingers reach inside and pull out some odd-looking tweezers.

“Now, let’s see about that arm,” he said. I recoiled immediately and shoved myself deeper into the fabric around me.

“No! You find someone else to play doctor on. I won’t have you practicing on me!” I shouted.

He sighed slowly and nodded a few times but didn’t try again. Was he frustrated with me? Or was he thinking of something to say. I got my answer when he spoke directly to me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Look, I’m not here to play doctor and know a thing or two about setting small bones. Believe me. Fingers make good practice,” he said. “We’ve only just met, but I need you to trust me. You don’t want that arm just hanging there like that, unless you like having a nice jolt of pain every time something taps it the wrong way.”

I bit the inside of my cheek and curled in on myself, accidentally bumping my arm against my knee in the process. Would he work on my arm without my permission anyway? Was it better to give him permission or resist, demonstrating my free will?

Either way, my arm needed help and I was in no position to make it better.

“Fine,” I muttered. He moved his fingers closer and slipped his finger under my injured arm. His keen, pale-green eyes absorbed every detail of my arm, flicking every so often to the other scars on my body.

He lifted his hand again and I slid onto the columns of flesh clumsily, abandoning my warm spot by his neck and jostling my arm in the process. He set me down on the table which had several long-dried coffee stains and spilled sugar crystals. I sat there on the desk while he washed his hand and came back.

“Feel like telling me how this happened?” he asked as he began opening up the material he’d need to brace my arm.

“Tell me about yours first,” I snapped, regretting my tone immediately for fear of punishment. His pale green eyes flicked up to my own, and my heartrate spiked just for a moment before he sighed.

“My dad. Finally decided to defend myself and got hurt in the process. Now, your turn,” said Bruce. Defend himself? Against his father? There was definitely more than met the eye with this guy, but I could see he was waiting for my response, and I guess I owed him that much.

“Kid,” I spat. “She wanted my arm to bend the other way like all of her other dolls.”

“Yikes, I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Humans are terrible, but bratty kids are some of the worst. May I?” His fingers approached, gesturing for me to place my broken arm onto the pads of his fingers. My heart was pounding out of my chest. Every part of me was shaking, but I had calmed down from my outburst a few minutes ago just enough to lift my arm and lay it against the tips of his fingers. He kept his pale green eyes on me and better examined my injury.

“I’m Bruce by the way. I assume that kid gave you some ridiculous name? Or do you have a name that you’d like me to use instead?” he asked.

“You don’t want to claim your right to that?” I asked bitterly. Bruce scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Naw, I’m good. I’d rather hear what your parents named you,” said Bruce. I looked up at him, sensing he was being genuine. At least he had the decency of asking what my parents named me instead of what the training facility decided to call me. Did he know we actually had parents and weren’t just grown in a lab?

Fine. It was the least I could do since he did save my life.

“Pip. Just Pip,” I said.

“Like Pippy Longstocking? Or Pip like Pippen from Lord of the Rings?” asked Bruce.

“I don’t know,” I said, taken aback by his question. Was there a difference? Did my parents know the difference? “I like the sound of the Lord of the Rings one better though.”

“Me too,” said Bruce. His nimble fingers worked swiftly and, before I knew it, my arm was braced between fragments of popsicle sticks, string, and pieces of a cut shirt. Despite the size of his fingers, he was tender and careful. After I was bandaged up, arm in a sling, I stared at him as he carefully broke apart a pill meant for killing the pain and handed it to me. He also gave me some water to take with it as he began making some kind of dinner for himself, which came in those odd-packaged noodles.

We ended up eating in silence after I took the medicine before I summoned the courage to ask him about why he was out here on his own in a tent instead of a home. I had an idea of what happened when he mentioned his arm, but I wanted to hear it from him directly.

Turned out that he knew a little something about the viciousness of humans and empathized with the abuse pets suffered daily. His father was a cruel man, especially after his wife left him, leaving Bruce behind to endure alone. We compared scars and injuries, though I had to admit that Bruce’s injuries surpassed my own, which was surprising.

It was only because of the kindness of one other, a veterinarian who helped him through the darkest times in his life, that he was where he was in life. It was this veterinarian who he was going to go live with once he made it to his final destination. Bruce explained that his father made him move out of state “for a change of scenery” after his mother left, and Bruce finally had enough and was going back to live with the veterinarian.

I found myself endeared to him after hearing this story. Not only had this veterinarian helped Bruce, but he also helped him learn the skills necessary to help pets like me. He helped him see that there was no difference between us, and for this I would be forever grateful.

After talking well into the night, Bruce offered to take me wherever I wanted to go. Sadly, I had nowhere else to go. Bruce then offered me to stay with him, traveling as companions and not as pet and human. Whole-heartedly, I accepted and drifted off to sleep just under his chin when it was time for bed.

This was the start to something wonderful.

For the next four months, we traveled together in the most peculiar circumstances. We slept in odd places like under bridges and in parks in the evenings, and we used public electricity to charge his batteries. Sometimes, he collected cans or other odd ends for cash if he didn’t work the odd job. Never did he beg along the side of the road like the other nomads we came across while traveling.

While on the road, we came across more than just other people like Bruce. We came across others like me who were down and out, rejected, thrown away, or simple runaways. We soon found ourselves moving in an entire group of five, bringing three other pets along for the ride – Volley, Lowe, and Flick.

We made up the “Fantastic Five,” collecting spare change and living life on the road as we made our way across the country from one coast to the next. It was a good time for all of us. Late night talks and dream – real dreams – about the future. It was something none of us were really used to when given the chance.

For the first time, I let myself dream. I dreamt about walking on the beach and seeing an ocean sunset. The others had dreams of going to school, becoming an inventor, and even becoming a chef. Some of these dreams felt farfetched, but it was the fact that we could let ourselves dream that made the time worthwhile.

Of course, dreams were not the only things that made up our world. On our travels through the human world, there were still dangers and cruel humans. More often than not, Bruce had to fight away different humans so they would stay away from his things and, more importantly, away from us.

One particular individual, David, became a particular nuisance when we had to stay in the same campsite for a few weeks while Bruce gathered up enough money to stock up a decent supply of dried goods before making one of the longest treks of our journey yet. David would often sneak into or around the camp, pinching things from others’ campsites and claiming he didn’t steal anything when confronted.

Bruce, along with myself and the other three, were onto him from the moment Bruce set up his tent, and we were very careful to make sure to keep an eye out for David. From the moment that slimy git greeted us with a hello, I knew he was going to be trouble.

It wasn’t until one particularly warm morning, however, that everything happened.

I woke up, stretching into the warm spot by Bruce’s neck that I had grown accustomed to, and saw a shadow lurking nearby. I shoved the others awake and tugged on Bruce’s earlobe until he woke up.

“Hm? What’s going on?” he murmured sleepily, rolling over onto his back. The moment Bruce spoke, the shadow quickly vanished away from the side of the tent, and we were left alone once again.

“Pip? You see that?” asked Flick, rubbing his curly brown hair out of his eyes as he looked up toward the top beams of the tent.

“Yeah. Why’d you think I woke you up? I think it’s David again,” I said quickly, making sure Bruce could hear. In a moment, Bruce was sitting upright and was crouched by the edge of his tent, listening intently.

“You sure it was him? It might’ve been someone passing by,” suggested Bruce.

“I’m not sure, but I don’t know if it would be anyone else other than him,” I replied hastily, hoping I hadn’t raised the alarm for no particular reason.

“Well, did you see where he went?” asked Bruce. His hand lowered and, without hesitation, I stepped on and sat up on top of his shoulder so we could speak quickly and quietly without others hearing.

“No, but hopefully he’ll go bother someone else,” I said as softly as I could into Bruce’s ear.

“All the same, I think we should get out of here. Maybe it was him and maybe not. Regardless, we should get moving anyway. Besides, unless he really wants something of mine, David won’t follow,” said Bruce. I nodded in agreement, even though he couldn’t see me directly. “I’m going to fill up my water container and then we’ll be off.”

Without another word, Bruce quickly packed up his things and dismantled the tent, setting everything into his pack. The water spicket was only sixty or so feet away, which was quite a fair distance for a pet like me and my fellow companions, but it was, as Bruce would say, a “stone’s throw,” away from us. He would be gone from us for maybe thirty seconds and David was nowhere in sight, which was a relief.

“I’ll be right back,” he reassured as he moved quickly to the water spicket with his collection of empty containers.

The others and myself assumed our positions along his bag, slipping into pockets and securing our lines onto the edges of his bag, all while keeping an eye out for anyone approaching. My eyes were pealed sharp. I was keeping a close eye out – or so I thought.

One moment, my eyes were fixed on the nomadic campsite and Bruce mere steps away. In the next moment, the bag we were all on was being hoisted up into the air, jostling with the force of someone running away quickly. My head whipped around and felt my insides drop as I recognized the dark, matted hair on David’s head. I heard the others cry out indistinctly, and I knew in an instant we were in trouble.

Doing the only thing I could think of, I called out as loud as I could for the one person who I knew would be able to help.

“Bruce!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Bruce!”

Did he hear me? Did he even notice? All I knew was that I had to hang on within an inch of my life as my friends and I were jostled, thrown and bounced within an inch of our lives. My once broken arm ached with the force with which I tried clinging to the bag.

The nomadic campsite vanished from view as the thief darted from street to street with us in tow. A sick, churning feeling seized my insides. What was going to happen to us if Bruce didn’t follow or find us in time? More importantly, how were we going to help Bruce find his things and find us?

I didn’t have to worry or think for very long. Once we were a few streets over, David stopped running and threw the bag carelessly on the ground. We landed hard against the pavement, making my bones ache. The others cried out too, but I couldn’t see them from where I was on the top of the bag. Something else seized my attention – literally.

I was pinched harshly between the grubby fingers of the thieving human and was hoisted up into the air. I could smell the decay off of David’s breath as he squinted at me.

“Ah, I forgot about you little twerps,” he muttered. I glared up at him and squirmed in his grip, trying to get free.

“Get off of me and leave Bruce’s things alone!” I demanded. My insides were suddenly squeezed within an inch of my life. I gasped for air, trying to remember how to bring air back into my lungs.

“You making demands of me, pet?” he scoffed. “Squeaking and mewling all of your complaints. It’s a wonder why he keeps vermin like you around. I think I’ll do him a favor and exterminate the lot of you. One less mouth to feed.”

I felt his fingers start to tense around me again. My vision started to blacken. Every part of me screamed, and a shout of pain escaped my own body. The others were shouting, demanding for me to be released, but it did nothing for me. My vision darkened and I could see nothing.

Suddenly, I was completely weightless. What was going on? Was this dying? A jostled landing and a sudden relief let me bring air into my lungs again. I felt hands my size tapping my face and grasping onto my shoulders once feeling returned to my body.

I also heard a roaring shout from a voice I recognized all too well.

“Let go of her! And leave us alone!” shouted Bruce. There were sounds of dull thudding as David tried to fight back.

“Ow! Stop it! I was just looking after your stuff. I was afraid someone would st-”

“I’m not stupid! You picked the wrong guy to mess with! Don’t you ever come near my friends again, you hear me?” Bruce roared as his blurry form pounded David with his fists. David began to stumble away and retreat, wiping the blood away from his lips.

“Geez! They’re just vermin. They don’t feel…” Bruce grabbed the nearest rock and hucked it at David’s head as the other human ran away.

“If you ever compare them to vermin again, I'll beat the s*** outta you!” yelled Bruce. Thankfully, my vision returned in time to see the faces of the other three and Bruce hovering above me.

“Are you alright?” asked Flick as he began checking out my once injured arm. Volley lifted me up just enough for Bruce to lift me up into his palm. I sank into the warmth of his fingers.

“I’ll be fine,” I moaned, clutching my sides that I knew would have finger shaped bruises on them.

“Not until we’re far away from here,” Bruce muttered. “Come on. We need to get going before David decides to come back.”

We loaded up once again on the bag while Bruce carried me in his hand until I was well enough to sit up on my own on his shoulder. It wasn’t until we were several hours into our walk that I realized that I hadn’t thanked Bruce. I looked up and over at him, leaning into the crook of his neck and tugged on his earlobe to get his attention.

“Hey, Bruce. I meant to say it earlier, but thank you,” I said.

“It’s nothing,” said Bruce. “It’s the least I could do for a friend.”

I smiled to myself and curled in tighter. Bruce reached up and gently brushed his fingers against my side.

Friend.

What a human term, but what could be more fitting for us and our merry band.

The days were long, but we soon found ourselves on the doorstep of Bruce’s mentor and friend. The vet was an interesting man, but we – the other pets – took a liking to him almost instantly. We also took a liking to, as he called them, “house guests,” which were other pets like the three of us. Settling in took no time but, at the end of the day, there was no place I would rather be than by Bruce’s side, nestled into his neck as I had done for so long.

Humans are such interesting beings, capable of great evil and kindness. I was blessed enough to find one who knew cruelty and chose kindness instead.

We all have a choice, and now I choose to be happy.

[regulusttars]

Family is what you make it

I wrote a fanfic of Regulus having dysphoria because i was dysphoric and posted it on AO3 but i'll post it here too

TW: Mentions of Walburga and Orion's A+ parenting (child abuse)

Fuck fuck fuck. I look like shit. I look like a girl.

Slow tears fell from Regulus’ eyes as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He and Sirius had run away to the Potter’s last year and were lovingly accepted into the home. Sirius had come out to Walburga and Orion who did not take kindly to having “mentally ill” transgender children. They had barely made it to the Potter’s before they passed out. 

Over the year,  Regulus and Sirius mended their relationship. Both very happy to know their sibling was going to be safe at home, Regulus drifted towards Fleamont both being on the quiet side, preferring to observe from a distance then being there head first and Sirius to Effie, loving the energy she brought to the home with her smile and cooking.

I need Monty or Remus or someone. Fuck. 

“Amor, you ok in there ?” 

Shit I forgot about James

“I’m fine, J”

“Ok, you ran out the bedroom”

“I’m sorry if I scared you but, um, could you get Remus for me please ? Tell him that it’s an emergency”

“Sure,  Reg, um I know it not the best time to say this but, I love you”

Regulus could hear the smile in James’ voice

“I love you too James, please go now”

Hearing his steps get farther away from the bathroom Regulus let out a heavy sigh, sniffling slightly, he looked into the mirror, only to immediately regret it and look away, trying to control his tears. 

After a minute or 2 a new voice called out from behind the door. 

“Reg ?” 

“Come in, Remus” 

“Hey. I brought your binder and one of James’ massive shirts”

“Thanks Remus, I just. I don’t even know how to describe it. Like, one minute James and I were cuddling, then he wrapped his arm around me and I guess my chest just decided to appear, and then- fuck” 

 Regulus swallowed a sob. 

James probably thinks that I hate him

“I’m sorry for stealing you from Sirius, you can go back now Remus. He’s probably confused”

“Are you sure Reg ? I mean I get it. Before top surgery I got dysphoric all the time. Shit Reg. Some time I still get dysphoric, I’m here for you if you need me” Remus softly smiled as Regulus nodded his head 

As he slipped out of the bathroom Remus poked his head back in “Oh and Sirius said that they wanted me to tell you that he loves you”

“Tell him I love them back”

“Will do.”  and with that Remus was gone.

Slipping onto the clothes Remus gave him, Regulus felt a sense of familiarity as the binder compressed his chest.

Allowing himself to breathe, (as much as the binder allowed him too)  Regulus washed his face and walked out of the bathroom and into the Monty’s lab, which was really just the basement that Monty used for potions

“Monty ? are you done here?”

“Over here kiddo !”

As Regulus’ eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the basement he could make out ingredients. 

“What are you making ?”

“Pain and sleeping potions for Sirius once he gets his top surgery done soon. They are wonderfully excited about it” 

“They’ll be excited under their hormones are outta wack”

Monty let out a chuckle. “What are you down here for, anywho Regulus ? Not to say that you can’t just be down here, to be down here but you did call out for me while walking down.”

“I just wanted to sit with someone and didn’t want to steal Remus away from Sirius”

“Well you’ve come to the right place my boy, Sit, read, study, try to make a new potion, this is your space.” 

“Thank you, Monty.”

“You’re welcome Regulus”

~~~~~~~About 45 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Fleamont!!” Effie’s voice rang through the basement

“YES, LOVE ??”

“DONDE ESTA JAMES” 

“UMMMMM I DON’T KNOW BUT REGULUS IS WITH ME”

“ALRIGHT, BUT IT’S TIME FOR DINNER” 

“WE'RE COMING UPSTAIRS NOW LOVE”

With a gentle flick of his wand the ingredients went back into their respective places with the books stacked neatly in the corner of the room.

“Alrighty then. You coming Regulus ?”

“I'll be there in a little bit, Thanks for letting me hangout with you.”

“Anytime Kiddo.”

And with that the basement was empty of people, bar Regulus. 

Shit, I left James all alone, no explanation, nothing. He’s probably worried. Ahh I should apologize. I didn't mean to. It just happened. 

Breathing in Regulus began to climb up the stair only to be met with a face full of James Potter

“Shit!”

“JAMES” 

“SORRY MAMA, Hey Reg. Are you ok?” 

Instead of responding with words Regulus, buried his face in his boyfriend's chest breathing him in, slowly nodding. 

“I’m glad you’re ok” James' voice had dropped to a soft whisper. “I’m sorry by the way. You need me to stay-

“James, it’s ok. Things just happen. It’s ok.”

James audibly breathed out. “Merlin, I thought you hated me for a second” 

“I could never sunshine, I could never”  Regulus smiled softly, wrapping his arms around James

“I know, but I worry sometimes.” James softly pressed a kiss into Regulus’ hair 

“James,the day I hate you is the day the world ends, I love everything about you” he said with a smile “from your messy hair, to your stupid glasses, your somehow incredibly hot deep morning voice, I love you”  he pulled James into a tighter hug resting his head on his chest “I even love when you tease me for being short” he chuckled.

“I love you too, starshine. Even when you fight with Sirius over who's taller when you're both the same height, I love when you yell at me in French cause you forgot what language you’re speaking in. I love your stupid friends and your gray eyes, that you use to get me in trouble with your brother, the bastard doesn't know when to shut up” 

“James, not the time, not the point” he murmured, leaning back to look up at James.

“Whatever, I love you.”  

“STOP BEING SO FUCKING MUSHY” Sirius’ voice called from done the hall “YOU’RE MY BROTHERS, IT’S BASICLLY INCEST” 

“Toujours pur?” 

“James, shut the fuck up” pulling away from the hug, Regulus began walking toward the kitchen. 

“LANGUAGE THE THREE OFF YOU” 

“Sorry, Mum”

“Sorry Effie”

“I’ll probably cuss again, but sorry Effie.” 

“Come on Reg, let’s get to dinner”  

And with that Regulus kissed James one last time, pulling his hand walking to join his family at the dinner table. 

My AO3 is regulusttars

[gren-arlio]

Olympics ain't until next year, so let's talk about the objectively cooler one. Welcome to Episode 9 of (Waku) Puyo Extras.

(Always liked how the characters are drawn when they're small. Oh, and the lad next to Satan? That's Rasp, and I believe they don't have a set gender. Least from what I heard from the EPPC.)

Hello one and all, it's the guy who's harassed by Witches (or just a single Witch) all day, every day without fail. Seriously, outta anyone in the world, it's the dude with the Yosuke pfp, it really does run in the Persona Bro archetype to have wack ass luck. (World's worst crackship)

Silly stuff aside, welcome to the 9th episode of Waku Puyo Extras, and if you've been following for a bit, nice to know you've stuck around, and for new guys, it's fine, there's no continuity. Im just late posting this.

This time around, we're talking about PuyoLympics, and I hear you wondering, "Didn't you say you'll talk about Arle's Travel Log last time?" And you're absolutely right, I did. However, it's kinda hard to find footage for the game itself, and I do need extra time, so we'll cover it next time. Curse these games for being niche.

I'm glad PuyoLympics isn't as niche as the others we'll cover some other time (Madou Sugoroku is going to be awful to find footage for,) and I've had this on my backlog, we may as well cover it now, yeah?

So let's cut to the chase, shall we? Not having a tiny video to translate does feel weird still, but otherwise, hope you enjoy.

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So, What's the Origins?

Like Serilly's Happy Birthday, PuyoLympics was also a Disc Station game, released in 1997 for PC. Is it safe to say that PC got more games can console players?

(Not exactly the coolest looking start screen, but the opening itself was pretty cool.)

What's interesting about this game is that there's...two versions of it. Well, sorta. PuyoLympics in Basa~ru is technically a sequel, but it's more of a minigame from the original, so there's that. (Covered an entire game in one paragraph.)

The game itself is a sports game, yeah, but it's also somewhat a collection of minigames as well. Think those Mario Party sports minigames, but Puyofied and also you only can choose 2 characters.

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Alright, So What's the Story?

It begins as usual, to be honest. Satan is cooking up devious shit again but he somewhat wants to have a twist. In the meantime, Arle and Witch are arguing (leaving even the narrator a tad confused,) about Arle being unathletic.

(The peak of this argument. Words I can't even say.)

They then stumble upon a flyer, stating basically "Yo the Olympics are starting. Win to get a wish." and to settle their scores, Arle and Witch compete, along with a couple of other guys we can't play as, notably Rulue, Draco, and Schezo.

Satan decides that everyone will duel for the prize itself, though you only really play as the two girls. But to get in spirit, he dresses up as a coach to fully begin the thing.

(For some reason, all the footage I got were on Witch's side, even with looking on NicoNico. It was legimately hard to find footage for Arle. However, I do know both their endings, at least.)

For Arle's ending, Satan does say that she can indeed make a wish. However, Arle's unsure of what she should even do, and settles for...losing weight. In which Satan gives her...whatever is shown on the bottom.

(Seriously, what is this? They say it's a magician training cast but...I dunno, man.)

And how about Witch's ending? Well, Satan gives her the choice of whatever she wants, and she's also kinda unsure. However, unlike Arle, she has too MANY wishes to have, and Satan gets absolutely fed up and leaves, angering Witch. And you know what? Good on you, Satan.

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So, How's the Gameplay?

Gameplay itself is compressed of several minigames that you play as either Arle or Witch. The Olympics are a big deal after all.

Some of the events are things like the Meter Dash (I'd assume 100,) swimming, and...one game where you smack Puyos aside. I can't explain that one well.

Though in the swimming one, other characters appear at the very least.

(The whole squad came to cheer you on. You can't tell me they're not good friends.)

The games themselves are fairly short, and usually range about the 40 seconds to about a minute or so, they ain't called minigames for nothing. Still, there's some enjoyment itself with playing them.

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How About the Visuals and Characters?

Visually, least in my opinion, the game looks really good, and the OST itself is up to par with the series as a whole. Every character looks fairly well made to boot. Good on ya Compile.

And how about the characters themselves? Well...thankfully, they're fairly retained to what we're used to. Let's talk about the main two.

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Arle:

Our 2nd favorite girl Arle is roughly the same that we usually know her of. Here, she's still pretty dang cheerful thankfully, though with the argument with Witch and the whole going to the Olympics thing to settle their score...it's not petty, I swear.

However, something I want to note is that (supposedly not) due to Witch's comments about her being unathletic does actually kind of stick with her, as her wish is to lose weight...even if Satan kinda went the weird route to help change that. At least it shows she does have insecurities. (Seriously, what the hell is that armor going to do?)

And hey! If you play her route, Rulue makes an appearance early on, as well as Draco, who's sporting her outfit from Puyo SUN.

(Why are Rulue pants so different anyways? Still, it's nice to see her and Draco appear, even if she's more-so just a conversation with Arle and another for Witch.)

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Satan:

Ah, good old Satan. Never fails to just being a stupid idiot that we love. He's the whole reason why this Olympic thing began, and he's somewhat embracing it. Due to image limits (Yes, I plan the image routes ahead of time,) I can't show...In photos.

Here's a link to it. May as well, since it's so relevant.

He's a blast to actually hear and listen to. I genuinely like this version of Satan. And he even got turned into stone from a comment once. Now THAT'S comedy. I wouldn't say he carries the game, everyone does their part, but I gotta say that he's easily one of, if not the best, written character in this game.

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Witch:

As per the Gren Norm, I got so much more to say about Witch because...if the meme told you anything, she's definitely out there. The whole Olympic thing somewhat escalated due to Witch insulting her over being unathletic, which I mean...ouch.

If you play her route, you actually get a cameo appearance with our boy, the 2nd big guy in this Tumblr blog, Schezo Wegey. And if you know me, I'm gonna explain what happens. (At this point I document every misdeed this girl does)

So, Schezo comes into the frame wearing his Puyo SUN outfit as well, and while Witch says hello and why is he here, immediately labels him as a pervert after he claims he wants Arle again and also wants to win the Olympics.

(Silly Schezo. You're not playable.)

Witch then asks to take off his cape, because he looks like a pervert when he does...and low and behold, he actually does it, shocking her.

And frankly, I'd be surprised also. However, as none of us predicted, Schezo says if she's gonna laugh, to just do it. But she doesn't. Rather, she compliments him. A lot.

(If you've seen the meme, she's basically saying that he has a nice physique for his title, and that he has really healthy skin.)

Schezo asks if she's okay, (she's not) and she yells that he's wonderful/beautiful, causing our boy to think that she's gone insane and runs.

And she chases after him.

(Welcome to my ""Job"". Went from knowledge and Schezo to Knowledge, Schezo, and a lot of documenting of Witch and Arle. You signed up for this.)

Good on Schezo for taking the initiative and actually just leaving...well, more like run away, but good on him.

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So...Final Verdict?

The verdict is fairly simple honestly. Elementary, even. The game itself is a very charming game, with a really nice OST, artstyle, and even character writing to an extent. Every character is just fun to read ok and listen to, and it's nice to see such a silly concept be done fairly well.

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And For Those Wondering About Arle's Travel Log And Updates Overall:

Don't worry, I got it planned. I'm writing it, I didn't forget it. It's just footage is hard to come by and I want to make this the best I can. And besides...I'm making a Halloween special. I gotta.

And after that special, I plan to take a week or two off to relax. Then...idk, we try to translate Arle's Route of Waku Puyo Dungeon. The Waku part of Waku Puyo Extras will become real AGAIN...

Then, I'll take a break during New Years/Christmas. I don't want to risk burnout. But that'll be all for this time.

See y'all another time.

[hoffmannwrites]

On My List

1  - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 + 1 Masterlist

Author’s Note: I'm gonna just post part 2 now because the response has been overwhelming and also I need to ride this train until it runs outta steam, yfm?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Description: 5 Times Steve and Eddie kiss as friends, and one time they don't.

Warnings/Tags: Everyone lives, Nobody dies, 5+1, Kissing, Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, some pretty brief mentions for drinking, smoking, being inebriated (the gang is drunk here but nothing too bad, just in a fun way), uhhh they're gay your honor, no beta we die like Barb, vague medical issue, fainting, let me know if I missed anything?

Every Breath You Take

Two

The second time Eddie and Steve kiss it’s not really a kiss at all. Robin and Steve are working a shift at Family Video - well, trying to work at least, because Eddie’s there which means everyone’s just sort of dicking around. Steve is processing some returns while Robin and Eddie argue about some sort of incomprehensible music shit. They’re both such fucking nerds about it that it makes Steve’s head hurt hearing them discuss the rhythm vs the beat and the symbolism of the song's accompanying music videos. Steve doesn’t understand why they have to analyze everything, why they can’t just like shit.

He’s not really paying attention until he registers the panic in Robin’s voice as she suddenly pushes off the counter and says Eddie’s voice just a little too frantically. Eddie has slumped slightly forward over the counter, eyes rolled a little too far back, and not responding to her calls for him. Steve immediately jumps into action, thinking about seeing Max in an eerily similar situation, about the fits Will had when he came back. Steve grabs Eddie and lays him gently in the ground, immediately crouching over him to do CPR, not bothering to check for a pulse or breathing. Just starting compressions, counting the way he learned how while hanging out at the hospital waiting for Max and Eddie to wake up. He couldn’t just sit there, and the hospital offered free training courses in shit like this, so he went. And he’s so glad he did as he starts doing rescue breaths on Eddie, ignoring Robin’s “ohmygodohmygodohmy-“ as she struggles to remember Hopper’s number when she finally stops freaking out enough to grab the phone. It doesn’t matter though, because by the time Steve is halfway through his second set of 30, Eddie’s eyes are fluttering open and he’s breathing heavily, but just fine on his own.

“Oh thank fuc-“ Robin starts as she drops to the ground on the other side of Eddie. “Are you okay? What happened? You just-“ Robin starts rambling, panicking that this meant the worst wasn’t over.

“Robs. Give him a minute. Go grab a water bottle,” Steve softly commands, his instinct to protect and help and heal outweighing his ability to do anything else. She does as he asks, and Steve starts to help Eddie move to a sitting position. “Easy does it, man. You can keep laying on the floor for a little if you need.”

“No, no. I’m okay. Sorry. I just, uh, had a minute. It happens sometimes. Happened a lot more when I was little. Stress, ya know? Was real bad right around the time I started living with Wayne. Had a really bad couple of weeks after Bonham died, too. But since, ya know- everything, it’s been happening again.” Eddie explains, rubbing the middle of his chest where Steve had previously been pressing. Steve just nods as Robin hands him the water bottle, watching, waiting for everyone’s adrenaline to slow.

“Jesus, dude. I think you almost cracked a rib. Way to put those muscles to use,” Eddie jokes, in between sips. Steve cracks a smile, but his eyes are still filled with worry. “Thank you for trying to save my ass, but in the future, I’m just fainting. No CPR required. Just make sure I don’t hit my head on the way down,” Eddie explains.

“Sorry,” now it’s Steve’s turn to ramble. “I just went into panic mode and I didn’t even check for a pulse or-“

“Don’t sweat it.” Eddie cuts him off. “I appreciate you wanting to save my life. Again.” He adds that last part a little quieter, knocking shoulders with Harrington. As Steve helps him to his feet, he adds even quieter “You sure you didn’t just wanna plant one on me again, Big Boy?” And Robin is too busy fussing over Eddie and asking questions about his fainting and yelling at him for not warning anybody that they’re both too busy to notice the blush that creeps up Steve’s neck and the way he flexes his hands like touching Eddie hurt. 

A/N: Not so fun fact! John Bonham, drummer for Led Zeppelin died in 1980 after a heavy drinking binge. This would have been absolutely devastating to a young Eddie Munson, as it was for everyone else with ears and a soul at the time.

Also, Steve does the Pride and Prejudice hand flex every time he touches Eddie. Convince me otherwise. I dare you.

[be-steddie-myheart]

“Hey Steve!” Eddie stepped forward and Steve turned back. He looked into the chocolate brown eyes of Eddie Munson, who up until a few days ago was just someone he know of in passing, but now there was something.. the air between them felt charged. Steve wasn’t sure what exactly it was and he wasn’t sure about any of what he was feeling. He wondered what Eddie had to say. After a beat, Eddie glanced to the side, “Make him pay.” Steve nodded his head but didnt understand. That wasn’t what Eddie was going to say, he was so sure of it. He would just have to figure these feelings out later. Probably with Robin. He walked away leaving Dustin and Eddie with the task of distracting the demobats. He, Robin and Nancy were going to put a bullet in this Vecna son-of-a-bitch and hopefully end it all for good.

——

Nancy led the chase down the stairs and out of the creel house to where Vecna had fallen. She gasped as she stopped short and Steve noticed absolutely nothing where Vecnas body should have been. “What the fuck? Is this guy supposed to be some kind of Michael Myers or some shit?!” Steve yelled, exasperated.

“I dont know, but this isn’t good. We need to get back to Dustin and Eddie and get the hell out of here. I don’t have a good feeling about any of this.” Robin said quickly. The three started their journey back to the trailer park.

——

Steve was preoccupied, in his mind about why his stomach did a weird flip when Eddie called him big boy in the RV, when he saw Dustin. He knew immediately something was wrong. Dustin was hunched over something and he was shaking. Steve took off full speed towards the younger boy. “Dustin!? Dustin, whats wrong?!” Steve was yelling as he came up on the scene and took it all in. Dustin was crowded over an unmoving Eddie, sobbing.

“He.. he ran.. to m-make the bats follow him. They were g-getting in the trailer Steve. They were going to get through th-the gate. He made them follow him Steve. Help him, Steve! Please help him.” Dustin was sobbing over Eddie, clinging tight. There was so much blood, Eddies clothes were torn and big huge bites were taken out his sides. an angry deep red mark lined across his neck, matching Steves.

“Okay, okay Dustin get out of the way!” Steve ordered and took Dustins place. He leant down to listen for breath sounds or to feel any type of breathing he could on his face. He placed one hand on top of the other and Eddies middle, between his ribs. He pushed down hard enough to hear some ribs cracking with the pressure. He gave 30 chest compressions, counting in his head. He took two fingers and pushed Eddies chin up into the air to free his airway, pinching his nose and placing his mouth over top of Eddies, blowing in. Trying desperately to give Eddie the air he needed. Eddie could take the air that Steve needed to survive if it meant Steve could get him to wake up. “Come on Eddie, man, come on!” Steve went back to doing his chest compressions, and two more rescue breaths. He laid his head on Eddies chest, watching for movement. “Fuck!” Steve yelled and stood, gathering an armful of Eddie, “we gotta get him outta here! Robin, Nancy someone grab his legs. Please” Steve was yelling out instructions as Robin grabbed onto Eddies legs and the four started walking back towards Eddies trailer.

~~

I just need to get Eddie to the gate. If I get him to the gate we can get him help. God I’ve gotta get Eddie help. Please please please Eddie I’m begging you, please be okay.

~~

“Okay! Dustin come here, I’m gonna help you through the gate and you’re gonna get another blanket rope down here. Please hurry. We don’t have much time” Steve explained as he hoisted Dustin up and through the gate in the ceiling. Dustin landed painfully on his already messed up ankle. He cried out, but quickly got up to grab the rope that Eddie had cut before taking off.

“Steve! Is this gonna be long enough?” Dustin shouted through the opening and dropped the blanket rope. It fell to the floor and ended up at Steves knees.

“It’s gonna have to be! Okay, Nancy, Robin I’m gonna climb up with Eddie on my back and break the fall so he doesnt get more hurt. Come up after me okay?” Steve waited for confirmation that they understood his plan but when none came, he snapped. “Okay?!” breathing heavily he stared them both down.

“Okay Steve, we heard you.” Robin placated him. She seemed worried and Nancy looked like she was going to be sick but Steve didn’t have time to wonder. He hoisted Eddie onto his front and stepped into Robins hands as she helped lift him onto the rope. Steve got halfway through and let go, covering Eddies body and breaking the fall with his own.

“Guys! Hurry up! Come on!” Within minutes everyone was back in the right side up and Eddie was being hauled into the RV. Steve drove, and Dustin sat with Eddie leaning against him. Robin was in the passenger seat, holding onto the door for dear life. “Steve, please you need to slow down!” Steve didn’t listen to her. A few minutes later he was flying into the ER parking lot. There were so many people there already, but Steve had one goal in his mind. Get Eddie in there and keep him alive. He threw the RV in park, and ran into the back to grab Eddie. Steve pushed the door open and drug Eddie out and onto the pavement. “Dustin stay with him please!” Steve shouted and he ran into the ER. Steve looked around wildly at everyone running around and all the people who were hurt, affected by the gates opening up. He didn’t have time for this, Eddie didn’t have time for this.

“Please! Somebody help me, my friend is outside. he was attacked by an animal, please I dont think he’s breathing!” Steve yelled as loud as he could. A couple of nurses ran up to Steve with a crash cart and a bed.

“Take us to him, we’ll follow!” one of the nurses shouted at Steve. He turned around and led them back outside. Dustin was on the ground cradling Eddie, and when the nurses saw him they ran towards him and got him up on the bed. checking his vitals and calling for a doctor and a surgeon. Steve tried to follow but another nurse put her hand out to stop him. “Dont worry, we’ll inform you guys of any changes. Sit tight.”

——

Steve and Dustin sat in the lobby of the ER quietly. a tense silence hung in the air. Dustin was quietly sniffling every few seconds.

“Hey, Steve?” Robins voice cut through and Steve whipped his head around. The moment he saw his best friends face, all of the emotions he was holding let loose. He couldnt stop the fear from creeping up his throat and grabbing, threatening to choke him out. His eyes burned with tears and his breath was caught in his throat. “Robin… I…” he broke into a sob and Robin rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

“It’s okay Steve, you did so well. You got Eddie here, you helped. You did. You’re so amazing, Steve.” Steve was trembling in her arms unable to keep a steady breathing rhythm. “Come on, we need to go for a walk.” Steve stood up just as the doors to the ER opened and a doctor called out “Munson?” Dustin, Steve, Robin and Nancy all shot up and ran towards the doctor. He had a somber face. Steves heart felt like something had an ice cold grip on it.

“I’m so sorry to be delivering this news, but the blood loss was too substantial and his brain was deprived of oxygen for too long. He didn’t make it. I am so sorry.” He looked everyone in the eyes and turned to walk away. Dustin fell into Nancys side with a sob, and Robin brought her hand to her mouth and turned to look at Steve. Steve stood, staring straight ahead for a moment before he too turned and walked away.

——

The funeral was small and intimate. Steve stood by Eddies casket. He didnt talk to anyone.

——

Steve sat on Robins bed and listened to her explain that it was okay to like both genders, it just meant you were bisexual. Steve had told Robin how Eddie had made him feel. Steve cried on Robins shoulder with the realization that he liked Eddie and now he would never be able to do anything about it. He cried thinking about their last interaction, how he would do it differently if he knew then what he knew now. He cried for everything that would never be.

——

A few years down the line and Steve had been seeing this guy for a few months and it was starting to get a little serious. If he had long curly hair and listened to metal, that wasnt anyones business. If he had an old torn up jean vest in the corner of his closet that no one knew about that was also no ones business.

Steve sat with Jake at his dining room table after finishing a dinner they had made together.

“So was I your bisexual awakening?” Jake asked Steve, a smile playing at his lips.

Steve smiled back and answered honestly, “No. His name was Eddie.”

“Was?”

“He died before anything could happen between us.” Steve said sadly. Remembering back on the long haired metal head that came crashing into his life with a broken beer bottle to the neck. The big boy. The invasion of personal space. The vest. Steves eyes prickled with some tears, but he blinked them away and tuned back into what Jake was saying.

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Word Prompt

Word: Induce WIP: Darkspace Portent Timeline: sometime in M31 CW: Some gross throwing up and medical stuff. Word Count: 627 Additional Notes: this was also inspired by a line from a prompt list I'd made for my 2nd writeblr anniversary that everyone ignored lol

***

"From the beginning, please."

Warren managed to catch a breath around bursts of stinging pain below his sternum in order to push out the next words. "I, uh…I ordered the fish—"

Thrive, pulling a pair of gloves tight over his hands and stepping out of the way of Gouna bustling around the med fac, made a chastising noise. "You were given an unknown alien meat and you failed to use your critical thinking skills before eating it without asking about its origins or chemical makeup."

"Come the fuck on—oh, god, oh god, get this shit outta me—"

Gouna poured a thin tan fluid from a large container into a small cup half full of clear liquid while Thrive calmly yanked the bed to a flat position and shoved Warren onto his back.

"I—" Warren threw Thrive an indignant frown at his aggression, breaking into a cold sweat from the pain. "I thought it would be a good idea."

Thrive carefully pried Warren's jaw open using a finger and peered down the back of his throat with a pencil-thin flashlight. "And how did that work out for you?" he asked. "Soft palate's white and there's inflammation in the esophagus, Gouna."

"Bubbles rising from the trachea?"

"Negative." Thrive lifted the hem of Warren's shirt to his collarbone and palpated his abdomen. "Petechiae on the ribs."

"I've seen this before. It's from a crustacean toxin normally harmless to the lenaya but obviously problematic for humans." Gouna nodded and continued to stir the contents of the cup. "Drink this, Warren. It will induce vomiting; the rest of the meat is still in your stomach and will only make the symptoms worse." He glanced at Thrive. "Please prepare the syringe for the antidote."

Warren squeezed his eyes shut against another wave of hot pain under his ribs. "Could I die from this?"

"Not today, no. You're here with plenty of time to rectify the situation. The toxin takes about fifteen hours to become fatal." Gouna handed Warren the cup.

Thrive filled a small syringe with another clear liquid in the corner of the room. "You will be fine."

Warren raised himself up just enough to gulp the contents of the cup without smelling or thinking about it. It went down surprisingly smooth even if it did have a taste similar to burnt rubber. He coughed and gagged once, but suffered no aftereffects. "Yeah…okay." He winced and clutched his chest. "I trust you guys."

Brandishing the syringe, Thrive moved to Warren's side and nudged the sleeve of his shirt out of the way. "I should hope so." He smirked as he passed a sterilizing gel over his flesh. "I'd be mildly embarrassed if you didn't."

Warren's brows shot up. "Oh? Is this an admission of guilt about not trusting me all that time ago?"

Thrive inserted the needle into Warren's arm with all the patience and serenity of a seasoned practitioner. "I am never wrong. Even when I'm incorrect."

Dregs of nausea began to crop up and Warren tried not to stifle it. "Babe, that doesn't make any fucking sense."

Gouna appeared with a bucket just in time for Thrive to move out of the way and Warren to evacuate his stomach of the poison meat. The room fell silent other than the pitiful sounds of Warren's misery until he had nothing else to expel.

"Fuck," Warren coughed. "Think that's it."

Thrive placed a cool compress against Warren's temple and combed his now-gloveless fingers through his hair. "Rest. I'll be back to check on you in an hour."

"'Kay." Warren stretched out again, thanking Gouna for the blanket he draped over him. "No arguments from me."

Thrive firmly kissed his head and made his exit, and Warren fell into a long, deep sleep.

[jeanjauthor]

This is what we mean when we talk about Big Health Insurance being a big painful problem.

I need to wear compression socks, and the first time I was told to buy them, I was told to go to X office and get fitted for them.

And then that office charged me $98 dollars a sock. I shit you not. Nearly one hundred dollars for one sock. I needed two, one for each leg. I was told that since they had to buy them through the insurance companies (and probably to justify their existence as an office fitting medical assistive devices), that was how much they would cost me.

Let me clarify something. Who was paying for this one sock, that I needed two of? Not my insurance company, because insurance companies won't pay for a lot of this "assistive medical device" shit. No, it was me, out of pocket. Paying this horrifically high price because the company I was told to go to was told by BHI they couldn't sell any lower than that...even though BHI wasn't paying a dime for any of this for me.

I had to buy 2 pairs of socks (4 socks) to be able to have one set to wear and one set to wash and dry. >.< I had to go visit my parents just to eat food three times a week, for a while.

When I finally stumbled across an ad for an online compression sock selling business (multiple brands)...it threw me that I could get them for less than forty dollars...a pair. FORTY DOLLARS A PAIR. Not nearly two hundred dollars for a single pair and four hundred dollars for two pairs. No. It was Forty. A. Pair. I could have bought ten goddamn pairs for that much money.

I was so dumbfounded, I called up the internet online company and asked them if I could get both socks in one package for that price. They were treating me like I was an idiot for even asking, until I explained about company X, and then the online company representative instantly turned sympathetic and explained that yes, there are predatory companies like that. Yes, they know how to fit you for things like that (which admittedly is essential if your bodyshape isn't standard), but they and the insurance companies they work with do tend to have predatory pricing practices.

Because company X did sell things that the insurance companies will pay for...they upped their prices on everything. (I think also it was a case of company X's office being placed in a location that is one of the three richest neighborhoods in the whole region, so they probably thought that everyone they were fleecing could afford it...which, since I was literally losing my house at the time, no, no I could not...)

Anyway, if a little company works with Big Health Insurance, they often have to jack up their prices just so that they get enough money to survive doing business, even while BHI is ALREADY gouging the hell outta the customer/patient with their absurd high prices for things that should never cost that much. Big Health Insurance controls a lot of the medical supply industry from within the medical industry.

So what can we do about it?

Well, they often don't control the actual compnies selling the actual goods online. They only control what you go to a company controlled by them is selling.

So, go online.

Go online and look for much better prices is a good starting point...but writing to your members of Congress to tell them to push for Medicare For All is another. If there's one thing we can guarantee about the US Government (presuming it doesn't involve the Military Industrial Complex), it's that they'll go for the lowest bidder.

And once they're the biggest buyer in town with M4A, they will twist the arms of Big Health, Big Pharma, and Big Health Insurance to make those prices go down.

...You know, just like Biden's Administration forced the prices of most forms of insulin to go down...?

Meanwhile, I'm buying my compression socks online.

Wuht???

I was just talking to a former coworker who now works for a local home medical supply store. It's not an independent entity it's owned by the some healthcare network that owns the hospital I work at. Anyway I told her about how I no longer do business with them for home cpap supplies. Anything I need I can get cheaper off the internet paying cash than buying from them using my insurance. She said that they "can't undercut the insurance company." Like... WTF does that even mean???? Wouldn't insurance companies want you to sell at a cheaper price so they don't have to pay out as much. WTF is going on?????

[phoenix]

Seeing the Flash title sequence without Frost last week was the moment it started to hit me. =(

[carvour]

while in quarantine i’ve officially lost my fucking mind

best experience to listen w/ headphones!

[bellamyblakru]

last night, i lied, i looked you in the eyes. i'm scared to find a piece of peace of mind. i swear to you each and every time. i’ll try and change my ways…

to my glimmer of hope @its-hyperfixation. two years ago on this day i had no idea that i would meet someone who would become one of the most important people in my life. from bellarke to rowaelin to merthur, you quickly became one of the coolest humans i’ve ever met. i remember being so fucking excited that you wanted to talk to me, and, even now, i get so hyped every time i see that you messaged me. bc me??? i still can’t fathom it. you are so beautiful and loving and talented and brave and lovely—so, so lovely. i appreciate and love you more than i can ever properly articulate. you are my best friend, my twin, my love, and i’ll be here for you until the end. thank you for always inspiring me and being there for me. i stg everything i write and make is with u in mind bc if i can impress u, then everything else becomes background noise. one day, love, i’ll awoo so hard for u, just u wait♥️ i love u so, so much.

[x-v4mp3y3lin3r-x]

I had to compress the FUCK outta that last gif before Tumblr would accept it :( RAISE THE GIF SIZE LIMIT YOU FUCKERS I'm sick of everything looking like shit because I have to compress them and then your shitty ass website adds more compression on top of that

this entire scene is just so good. I love any scene where you can see Dex almost smile

[echonvoid]

Disaster twins strike again! This show has fucking fantastic disability/nuerodivergency/queer representation and I adore it!

So, my headcanons after the movie:

Leo:

Suffers from chronic pain and fatigue; has weaker lungs and immune system; and has to use a cane to keep himself steady in case he has a dizzy spell. Uses a c-pap to make sure he breathes when he sleeps; and he has some emergency oxygen tubing that he puts on if he’s really having a hard time breathing.

Has nightmares, ptsd, and frequent panic attacks; all involving weightlessness, falling, or just the feeling of Krang beating the shit outta him.

Often uses compression clothes to help with sensory issues. The whole gang tend to wander around the lair in comfy clothes nowadays. Everyone needs the extra comfort.

Has a real nasty case of tinnitus and wears hearing aides to help with that. I just realize the don’t really have ears, just ear slits. So instead, he wears noise canceling headphones (him and Donnie have a habit of kidnapping each other’s headphones) that donnie has modified to act as hearing aids, filtering in the outside sound

Leo’s Gay as Fuck (I mean Da Vinci is so proud of this boy), and he’s a demi boy. He definitely has adhd and quite the handful of nuerodivergency disorders. Like he has some nasty dyslexia and tonal issues. AMAB pronouns: he/they

Donnie:

Makes a softer battle shell for around the house, but refuses to take it off unless they’re bathing, or slapping some ointment on it. It definitely bubbled and blistered after being attached to the Krang’s nuerotech (he was very proud of coming up with that name); his arms also had a similar nasty rash, but it was no where near as bad.

His eyes glow in the dark, eerie and blank, but quite powerful, they illuminate a good distance around him, but he himself can only see shadows.

His nerves are incredibly rebellious after being merged like that. Sometimes he can’t feel shit, others it’s a weird electrical tingle that passes through, and most often it’s his nerves all feeling like they’re catching on fire. He was used to sensory issues from his nuerodivergency, but this was a fucking whole other level.

He does a lot of data collection and processing over all the shit that they have left over from the Krang attack. It helps him process all the fucking horrors they went through.

Pronouns: He/They. Gender: agender. He’s an aromantic bisexual (or at least bi and somewhere on the aroace spectrum) AFAB

General:

ASL comes back in full force. When Donnie was little there were times he’d go nonverbal (hell, Raph still does go nonverbal when he gets to anxious (Savage Raph)), but he slowly grew outta it. Now, they all have nonverbal days and ASL has become a major part of their speaking. Most of them will sign while speaking outta habit, and not even realize it.

Turtle cuddle piles become the norm; they’ve turned the common area into a huge cushiony pillow fort of sorts. All the good blankets, textures, all of it, they pile in there. There’s also a closet that they transformed into a hideaway cove of sorts for anyone needing to be alone, so then they won’t be too far.

They take a pretty long break from any kind of hero work, at least 6 months. But after that, everyone was on a break. Hell, hypno and warren had brunch with the turtles once a month. They’ve reached a nice frenemy status, and honestly, the couple feels fucking horrible for what went down with the Krang.

Everyone goes to therapy!!! Especially CJ, Draxum, and Splinter; while everyone goes for help processing the attack, these three have trauma that haunts them from long before.

CJ has survivor’s guilt, c-ptsd, and a shitty relationship with food since it wasn’t always available, and the youngest and the fighters always had eating priority. He also fucking hates Draxum, cuz in his timeline Draxum gains a god/savior-complex; he decides that it would be better for the hidden city to be destroyed than for the Krang to have it. Donnie and Raph (while on CJ babysitting) found out, and went to stop him. But he beheaded donnie, in front of 4 year old CJ, then murder-suicided the entire city. Raph managed to get themselves out.

After hearing the devastating news that au him beheaded his own son and destroyed the very thing he swore to protect… and he wasn’t surprised… Draxum realized he wants to make his kids proud (especially Mikey, who poured so much love into him, even when he didn’t want it) So, he agrees to therapy. With a licensed therapist who wasn’t his child.

There he realizes he was raised in an insane bloodthirsty cult, and he was literally raised to be a child soldier. He spends a long time unlearning the cult mentality he grew up with. (And yes I am very much projecting my own feelings of learning that your parents religious ideology functioned more like a cult than a religion)

Splinter has to deal with his fucking trauma from Big Mama. Like, she abused the fuck outta him and he *still*, to this day, believes she can be fixed/redeemed. He has to unlearn a lot of shit, and his relationship with Draxum (the glorious nebulous divorcée vibes) is far healthier and it helps him better understand the way relationships are supposed to work. Oh, and he learns how to properly process grief and depression.

Anyway, I have lots of post movie feels, and quite a few 2012 crossover notes that I may or may not do something with (don’t worry, no 2012 hate; them characters just need therapy and a huge group huge/cuddle pile)