#i love to give a fellow a snout

[funnyjokespuns]

I could not resist the urge to Critter That Fella. So. Silly doodles

[dragonpastels]

I've noticed a certain trend of either giving the boys dragons or turning them into dragons, and since I am legally required to participate I decided to combine the boys with another franchise I love dearly. Do y'all like How to Train Your Dragon? Transcript down below! and click for better quality!

Raph Class: Boulder Description: The beast that spared me the other day seems to be protecting a group of smaller beasts. Which unfortunately includes that troublemaker who has been stealing from me. It watches me carefully as the others go about, but as long as I do not get too close it does not seem to be aggressive. The smaller one likes to approach me which I have tried to gently chase away, but the large beast starts to growl if I do.

Top Left: they ate a rock like it was a snack! Top Middle: the others also like to climb on top while Raphael is sleeping. Middle right: The smaller creature likes to hide in the rocks that cover their back. Bottom Middle: Whoah! It spits lava too! The boulders explode after a time leaving a crater of magma behind. Will observe from a distance.

Mikey Class: Stoker Description: The small one likes to come up to me and if I don't pet them they spit sparks at me and become agitated. it is quite the energetic guy and can tuck itself in its shell and become a spinning tornado of sparks and flames. It seems to do this more frequently when they are excited, or angry, or bored, or any strong emotion it seems.

Top Right: Latest work Middle Right: a recreation of them standing in front of their work. They seemed very proud. Bottom Right: it is kind of cute how they sleep. Their snout does not fully go into their shell. Which is quite adorable. Sweet dreams little guy. Bottom Left: The edge of their wing is rock-like. Leo Class: Strike Description: This one has been keeping a distance for some time, but It finally approached me. This one is adorned with beautiful patterns which they seem to love showing off. They seem to enjoy bothering the others and why they put up with it I will probably never know. their favorite one to bother seems to be the thief. Rightfully deserved. I saw this creature create wells of blue energy in the sky which they will fly into and disappear! I need to get closer to observe. I will name this fancy fellow Leonardo.

Top Right: Filthy thief. Middle Right: This one spits electricity! They will purposely hold a charge near me to ruin my hair... I think they find it funny... Bottom Left: I need to know what this is! Donnie Class: Mystery Description: This filthy thief is the one who has been bothering me since I became stranded here. their favorite thing to do appears to be stealing anything that interests it. List of things that interest it -a shovel -an old latch -rope I was going to trap it with -and mom's music box It appears to have made itself some armor from twisted metal and shields. that it carries on its back. Even though it freely approaches me I can not do the same or else it will flee, and when it does it hides behind Raphael. It knows Raphael will protect them. I can't think of any other name more fitting than Donatello.

Top Left: It has a hard underside but is soft on the rest of its body It didn't realize I was under it it let out a spooked squeak Middle Right: It has these strange spots along its nose. Bottom Right: I had to hide in a tree to get this view Bottom Left: Their eyes go white when they work it must be protecting its eyes. it uses its fire breath to attach the metal together.

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[seaslugfanclub]

Hi! I really love The (Y/N)’s Pamphlet fic you wrote, especially Hook's reaction to (Y/N) having a crush, and I was curious about how Hook might have developed feelings for them? (And if the other villains felt the same way as Hook but are better at hiding it? 👀)

Love this question!!! Hook and (Y/N)’s relationship is something I’ll definitely elaborate more on when I write about how they met, but for now I’ll give you the general outline! Enjoy ❤️

🪝Hooked on a Feeling🪝

(Y/N)s first interaction with Hook was when they saw Peter Pan messing with the ex-pirate

Like Pan was REALLY causing Hook to throw a fit

(Y/N) tricked Peter into leaving the scene, allowing them to take Hook to the side and help calm him down. They gave him their water bottle to cool off and took him away from all the prying eyes of the guests

From then on (Y/N) has always been Hooks biggest supporter, next to Smee of course

In the beginning, Hook was still wary of (Y/N)’s intentions, not used to having someone who genuinely sided with him

But it’s the little things that made him realize his feelings for (Y/N)

When the pain of his amputation starts to flare up, (Y/N) will get him an ice pack and/or some painkillers

(Y/N) makes sure that no park goers pull or touch his hook

That one time some brat pushed (Y/N) into a fountain and shook got a full view of them in a wet T-shirt

Hook and (Y/N) have dinner together every Tuesday, Hook loves the praise and (Y/N) loves the free food

Hooks crush on (Y/N) really became known when Medusas alligators broke free from their enclosure and began chasing Hook

To panicked to notice, Hook leapt into (Y/N) arms, screeching for them to save him

(Y/N), holding the grown ass man in their arms, kicked Brutus in the snout and kept ahold of him until Medusa was able to get control of her pets

Hook realized where he was, and when he looked up at (Y/N)s worried face…..

Yeah that did it, the man was ‘hooked’

From then on Hook was more open to his flirting, despite the ridicule from his fellow villains. He just brushes it off as them being jealous (he’s totally right)

Even though he has a crush on (Y/N), it’s not the healthiest

He needs CONSTANT validation from them, Hook isn’t the most secure scallywag

May or may not have stolen some personal items from (Y/N)’s locker, but what do you expect from a pirate?

But most of the time Hook is the perfect gentleman, (Y/N) prefers to hang with him when the other villains get too raunchy

[in1-nutshell]

Hi! Hope you're doing well!

I'd like to have something about Buddy with Russian greyhound (I requested that once, remember that one?) The first meeting, some shenanigans with each of the Team Prime members, some fights with the Decepticons, even Buddy dealing with Sentinel's bullsh*t and defending Team Prime. You can make it in one post of you want)

Oh, have you come up with his name? If not, then I suggest Quickstep or Sprinter)

Have a good time of your day!

P.S.: was my request really weird? 😅 just curious)

This has been one of the request always slipping around, today I finally caught it!!!!

And no, your request was not weird, a bit different from the ones I usually get, but not weird.

Hope you enjoy!

Sprinter and Team Prime shenanigan's

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronian reader

TFA

A lot of things had happened while Team Prime was getting used to their new team member, Sprinter.

Not only was their alt mode a bit… peculiar, but the amount of energy they always seemed to be stocked on.

Bumblebee and Prowl seemed like the only bots able to keep up with them.

But even then, Sprinter seemed to be literally, ‘one step ahead’.

Bumblebee and Prowl panting at a stop. Bumblebee: “Di-Did you see- where- oh primus- they went?” Prowl just weakly shakes his helm before the two go their separate ways to find their teammate. Meanwhile with Sari and Sprinter… Sprinter is sitting for once on the top of a tall building watching Sari eat her burger. Sari: “Thanks for getting me out of Tutor bots lessons today.” Sprinter: “Well, you did say it was torture, and there’s no way I’m letting my friends get tortured!” Sari slowly realizes the misunderstanding. Sari: “I meant that—” Sprinter stands up and stretches a bit. Sari: “Sprinter?” Sprinter: “I’m gonna run over that bot so fast he won’t know what hit him!” Sari: “No!”

Sprinter seemed to have a sense of justice when it came to the care of their new friends.

It was only fair.

They helped them get used to Detroit, it was only right to help them when they needed help.

Sprinter, to a degree, understands that they are much more energetic than the others and should take it down a notch, to not hurt anyone.

As much as they love going fast, they love their friends more.

Going out of the way to defend them, when necessary, even if they don’t think it is.

Sentinel digging a digit into Optimus’s chassis. Sentinel: “So help me Optimus, if I every see your crusty paintjob—” Sentinel spots two narrowed optics in th shadows staring at him. And audible growl is heard. Sentinel: “What is that?” Sprinter, in their hound form slowly walks to Optimus side, optics never leaving Sentinel. Sprinter: “Stop touching my friend.” Sentinel: “Are you giving me orders?” Sprinter: “A warning. Stop making my friend feel bad.” Optimus: “Sentinel—” Sentinel crouches down mockingly and roughly pokes their snout. Sentinel: “Or whaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Sprinter’s jaw is locked on his servo as the other Prime tries to shake them off. Sentinel: “GET THEM OFF ME!!!!!” Optimus doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or cry at that moment, but he lets Sprinter get a few dents in before helping his other Prime.

They have been banned from entering the Elite Guard’s ship.

Sprinter doesn’t care.

They’d bite Sentinel again if they had the chance.

Jazz and the Jettwins have new respect for the bot.

Blurr, as much as he gets back to the ship to do his reports, always takes a little break to meet up with his fellow speedster.

The only one on Earth, and probably Cybertron, to understand him talking without giving him a blank stare or asking him to repeat.

Fanzone has given up on attempting to give them a speeding ticket.

Mainly because he found out that Sprinter has a collage of all their past tickets and is making it in his image.

He still doesn’t know whether to be flattered or furious.

…He will occasionally give them one so they could continue.

When it comes to Con’s, Sprinter loves to mess with them using their speed and alt mode.

With their speed, Sprinter easily climb buildings to kick the Con’s straight into their chins.

It also helps in evacuating humans and their teammates out of blast areas.

Sprinter spots Bulkhead in the line of fire. Sprinter: “Bulkhead!” They sprint over to him and using both their pedes they land a kick to his side. The impact is fast enough to move them both out of the blast area. Bulkhead rubs his side a bit. Bulkhead: “Thanks for the help and all… but did you need to kick that hard? I feel your pedes on my fender.” Sprinter gives an embarrassed smile before racing over to help the others.

With their alt mode, they love to confuse the Con’s.

It always confuses them.

Sometimes, on good days, the Cons will try to figure out what their alt mode is and get distracted.

They don’t even have to move!

Sprinter in their alt mode is sitting by the water fountain at the park. Lugnut: “I will crush you Autobot—wait—Blitzwing!” The triple changer comes over. Blitzwing: “What iz—urgh their back.” Lugnut: “Do you have the list?” Blitzwing sighs. Blitzwing: “Lugnut we do not have time for this!” The triple changer still passes the list of space animals to Lugnut. Team Prime gets to the park just in time to see the two Con’s retreating and an unscathed Sprinter lounging in a shady area. Sprinter opens their optics at their team’s surprised faces. Sprinter: “Lugnut had to take Blitzwing back to the base after suffering a glitch to the processor. It looked like a bad one too.”

[just-some-random-blogger]

OMG "A Ring is Merely Jewelry and Marriage a Contract" is an absolute masterpiece!!! You're so talented it hurts! I'm really in love.

What do you think about part 2? We really need more whipped daemon and his snarky wife😭 more protective Havoc😭 more caraxes who's absolutely in love with the reader and she's just as in love with him petting and cooing over him while daemon stands next to her in disbelief like 'what about me? why does my dragon get all the love I was meant to receive from my wife??'

Fire & Havoc

Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: If marital bliss meant engaging in tomfoolery and murderous intent, then you were knee deep in it with your beloved Targaryen prince.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Fem!Reader, a vague mention of Daemon touching himself, arranged/forced marriage, wife!reader, daemon is absolutely smitten, enemies to lovers, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: ur so blessed that i love this fic so much and actually had plans i did not get to write when writing it so here you go nonnie, ur one of the few who's been able to convince me to make a part 2. lol i realized what i did may be quite different to what you were expecting, so i do hope you still enjoy <3 So yeah, as mentioned in by the anon, this is a part two of this fic. I dont think you would need to read it to understand, but i highly suggest you do though I'm tagging the people who commented that they wanted to read more in the first part so hiii! @aralezinspace @em-the-lurker @blue1006 @mukduk-not-murder @min-jianhyung @deniixlovezelda T_T I hope they all work Part 3 "Frost Bite"

I whistle at Havoc and call her out her name. She leans away, snarling, her bared teeth was laced with saliva. It dribbles on the guard beneath her, whose pulse was undoubtedly echoing in her ears.

"Down," I command, knitting my brows at the angry, large canine.

Havoc retreats, growls not at all dampening as she comes to over to me. I give the wolf a pointed look when she reaches my stool and grab her snout, raising a finger, "what did I just tell you?"

Havoc immediately deflates, ears flattening as she sits before me.

Elias, who has she had been training with, props himself on his elbows and wipes his face, before ultimately standing, "it is a wonder that she listens to you at all, princess."

I turn to the man as he catches his breath, then to his fellow Gold Cloaks, just as my handmaiden, Belidea, walks over to me with a tray of breakfast.

I pull away from Havoc the very moment she whines at the smell of my food. I shift on my stool and I give her side eye. She licks her snout as she wipes her faces.

Clever, but her puppy dog eyes not to work on me.

When she nudges her nose on my leg, I push her away after I take a bite of my sausage, "no. You've already eaten, you glutton."

Havoc, even if she did understand, did not care to listen to my words and propped her head on my thigh, causing me to raise my tray overhead. I click my tongue at her and hiss, "Havoc. Away with you."

The Gold Cloaks watching chuckle at the sight of the animal that was ferocious mere moments ago and now begging by my side.

Havoc, whose large head usually towered over me when I was sat down, was impossibly low on my thigh. Her eyes are locked on my tray, and if she well wanted to steal it from me, she could have. But she was my puppy after all, and so she begged.

I shake my head at her and sigh. I whistle, and immediately she sits up in an alert stance.

I rise from my seat and hand Belidea back my tray as I get the sausage. Havoc licks her lips as she sees the meat in hand.

I point a finger at her and command, "stay."

Havoc's head tilts as I draw the sausage near her and yet repeat my command, "stay."

"A cruel game, don't you think?"

I pull away slowly from Havoc then turn to my shoulder, watching as Daemon walks over to me, armor covered in blood. I raise my brows at him, "it's not a game. I'm teaching her to obey my command."

He walks beside me, and Havoc licks her snout when he sees him.

"Stay," I command yet again, snapping my finger, "focus on me, Havoc."

Daemon chuckles, leaning close to me, "it seems your pup quite likes me better now."

I hum, "she would quite like to devour you in your current state, make no mistake."

After saying this, I throw the sausage off to the side and Havoc merely turns to it, still in her spot. I smile at her, "good," then nod, "go get it, girl."

Not a single moment is wasted and Havoc lunges on the small piece of meat and chops it down with no difficulty whatsoever.

I take this as an opportunity to turn to the prince who was peering down at me, "why are you covered in blood?"

Havoc is quickly behind me, licking my fingers. I turn down to her and tell her to stop just as Daemon responds, "I rolled in your bedsheets, wife."

I look back at him with a dark look, but he only returns it with a smirk. He sighs, "yet another cycle of yours passes and our marriage still has not been consummated."

I feel anger rise up my throat, "I'm sure the women you see during your nightly escapades suffice, do they not, husband?"

Havoc does not allow the prince to respond as she walks over to him and licks the blood on his attire. Havoc was not fully grown yet, but the top of her head was nearly as high as mine, and so you can imagine why Daemon did not find it in him to annoy me any further.

I snort as Havoc pushes me aside to lick Daemon's chest all the way up to his neck.

He speaks in High Valyrian, commanding her like his dragon, but it obviously does not work.

I chuckle as Daemon fumbles back and raises his hands, "down, girl."

Much to my surprise, Havoc actually listens. I waited for him to make the mistake of not further asserting his dominance, but he does not. He straightens himself up and peers down at her, "sit."

Havoc sits at once and I chuckle in disbelief, "consider me faintly impressed."

"I have merely taken advantage of the all encompassing scent her master has," he attempts to take my hand but I pull away from him before he even gets close.

"You will not touch me until you tell me whose blood is on you."

Daemon's eyes crinkle, "and so I shall touch you after?" He steps forward, "wherever I may prefer-"

"You may attempt to touch wherever," I narrow my eyes at him.

His lips curve at my harsh tone then releases a chuckle, "elk."

"Elk?" I repeat in slight disbelief.

"Yes," he hums, "I thought Havoc and Caraxes could eat together."

My lips press together tightly.

"And perhaps if my wife is so disgusted by the blood on me, she shall join me in my bath and lend me a hand."

I step closer to him and tilt my head, "you already have two to keep yourself company."

"But it's not quite the same is it?"

I roll my eyes as I turn to Havoc and whistle, "come along then. You should continue with your game with the Gold Cloaks."

Daemon watches as I instruct Havoc for a moment before heading to his bath. His expression was soft, juxtaposing the horrible sight of blood and dirt covering him. If anyone saw his expression, they'd believe he was in love.

After our training session, I head back to my chambers, debating if I should like to take a bath myself. Daemon should be done by now anyway.

I walk into our room, finding my husband was nowhere in the area. But then my stomach drops. I hear rapid splashing sounds and my name being gutturally called out in the bathroom. In my haste, I burst into the room and heave, finding Daemon in the tub, stroking his-

"Fuck," he whines quickening his pace, making my face contort as I turn away and storm out.

It doesn't take long for me to hear what I would have rather not. Daemon releases a long whine and my entire body burns in embarrassment.

He is hard of breathing when he calls out, "take it as a compliment, wife."

I release a scoff as I hear him come out of the water. I turn to him when he walks up to me but regret it when I see that he is fully naked. I avert my eyes and shake my head, "you are truly vile."

"You will learn to burn for me as I do you, pretty girl," Daemon heaves as he walks over to me, leaving a trail of water behind him, "I will require you to give me an heir eventually, as you will I."

When draws closer as he mutters, "Belidea tells me you swoon over every babe you set your eyes upon. I shall give you your own if only you-"

I shove him away when he reaches for me.

He chuckles as he reels back. He raises his hands then gestures, "then will you hand me the towel behind you?"

I scowl at him and turn quickly behind me, seeing the towel hanging on the chair. I grunt as I grab it and throw it to him, making him chuckle yet again.

"You are so fiery, yet as timid as a child," he says as he wipes himself down.

"And you are simply a child," I blurt, making my way to the closet to grab his clothing, "look at the absolute mess you've made."

I walk over to Daemon and shove the clothes into his arms, "why should I have a child with when you're already one?"

The corner of Daemon's lips curve, "are you mothering me, my love?"

I roll my eyes, "fuck off," I say as I trail over to our bed, "quickly make yourself decent, there is a matter I must discuss with you."

"I doubt I need be decent to discuss something."

"Then allow me to rephrase it: I require you to be decent to before I discuss anything with you," I say as I sit on the side of the bed and busy myself by looking at my nails.

Daemon chuckles, "kill joy."

"I could do more than kill your joy, my love," I mock.

His amusement intensifies and I hear him shuffle with his clothing, "that's the spirit."

After a few moments, I steal a look to my side and find that he has put on his breeches and was already making his way towards me. He jumps onto the bed, throwing his tunic aimlessly on the mattress and stretches, resting his hand behind his head.

I turn from him over my shoulder, disgusted, and grab the towel, roughly rubbing his soaking hair with it before he further wet the pillows.

"Alright," he grabs my wrist chuckling, "if you continue with your mothering, the maids will begin to gossip."

I pull away from him as I shift to look at his stupid face and bare chest, "I'm travelling to the North next week."

All the amusement in his face vanishes.

I keep my silence for a moment, taking in how his jaw clenches.

"Well," he raises his brows, "is it to escape me or because your father died?"

I let out a dry chuckle, curling my hand into a fist at the mention of my father, "neither."

Daemon's expression softens, "neither, hmm?"

My face sours, "because I know I cannot escape you, Prince Daemon."

"Very good," his lips curve.

"Havoc is beginning her heat cycle," I straighten up, "you do recall when she attacked those men w-"

"I do not blame her," Daemon sighs, relaxing, "those sorry fucks came to her abode to gawk at her. Serves them right."

"Daemon," I roll my eyes, "I am sure her aggression excites you, but at the end of the day I am her master, and you will not be so amused when she attacks you."

He licks his lips upon hearing that, and suddenly strokes my spine with the back of his hand. I pull away from him and furrow my brows, but the smile on his lips only grows, "how exciting to know that not only did you run into my bath marked with worry and concern, but that you also do not want your pup to harm me."

Before I could crush his delusion, he jumps off the bed and grabs his shirt, "now do not spoil my glorious mood," he then grabs my arm, "come, we must feed our beasts if they are to be as amicable as we are."

I pull away from him, but he does not allow me. He makes sure to trap my wrist in a hand even when he puts his arms through his sleeves.

At the very least I am glad he loosens his grip a bit as we make our way to the dragon pit.

It seems we caught them just in time. Havoc was being lead by her keeper, one from the North who she knew, and barks, rushing towards me the moment she senses me.

Daemon watches at the large thing lowers herself for me.

Just then, the whines of Caraxes rips through the air. I am agitated momentarily for the sake of my worf, but Havoc is no longer alarmed by his cries and in fact even shifts to a playful stance at the sight of the dragon. I relax as I stroke her in an attempt to calm her down

"Heel, girl," Daemon commands, walking over to Caraxes, "you do not want to play with a hungry dragon."

"Heel," I repeat, making Havoc straighten up and whine.

We all meet each other in the middle, Caraxes, lead by his keeper, greets us with his screech. Havoc, beside me, responds with a howl, and I cannot help but chuckle at them.

Daemon strokes Caraxes as he bends his head down, but when the dragon pushes him to the side, and heads for me, he is left speechless. Caraxes huffs out hotly as he brings his snout close enough for me to reach.

The unexpected gesture makes my heart jump to my throat. I listen in to for Havoc's growls, but hear nothing but dragon sighs and Havoc's pacing paws. I place my hands on Caraxes, pushing him back a bit when he forces too close that I nearly fall. I give Havoc a look and chuckle in disbelief when I see her nuzzle against the dragon.

"Incredible," I mutter in astonishment, turning to Daemon.

Daemon says something in High Valyrian, and I hear the keeper laugh at it.

I do not enjoy the stunned look on the prince's face and I begin to grow agitated. It doesn't take long it to disappear though. I roll my eyes at him when he says, "you have bewitched my dragon into treason."

"You ever think that maybe the only reason why Caraxes hangs around you is because he has to?"

All at once, we are both ignored as the two great beasts avert their attention to the food served to them. Caraxes is given an elk and a half, and Havoc is given the remaining part.

The dragon keeper draws near to me and speaks in High Valyrian. I look at him and nod slowly though I do not understand.

"He said it is not uncommon for dragons to be temperate to their rider's mates," Daemon says, pressing close to me, "just as I suspect the same thing for Havoc."

I eye him as he looks on to the feeding beasts, "just because I tolerate you does not mean I consider you my mate."

He responds to me in High Valyrian and I roll my eyes at him, turning away. Daemon does not know I can see his stupid smile from my peripherals as he looks down on me.

[bloodweep]

Pleaseeeeee write more Floyd omg I'm so in love with the way you write <3333

AHH thank you, he’s so bb I love him so so much ,,,

This is been my little brainrot for a bit all day yesterday:

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Mistletoe ࿐ྂ

Floyd never felt so giddy like he did today, well, perhaps not as much as he felt when he was reunited with his brothers but it was close. His cheeks burned a soft purple constantly since he’s been up, the flush sometimes adventuring to his ears and down his neck, he was sure his chest was covered too but he would like to pretend no one could see. Or maybe people did see and didn’t care to point it out as many were doing the same thing.

He held the present close to his chest, his ears wiggling and flattening out as he buried his small snout into it, inhaling the scent softly as his tail wagged behind himself. He felt overwhelmed, not sure how to go about anything and inhaling the soft cinnamon scent of the wrapping and bow he used did help ground him. With a soft sigh he lifted his head back up, fixed his furred collar of his jacket vest around his neck - in attempt to cover the blush traveling down rather than the cold, his brothers never were really affected by it like the other fellow pop trolls.

However his feet didn’t move still, he felt planted in place, it was just exchanging gifts right? There wasn’t anything too difficult with it? But to him, it meant and felt so much more to him, like it was so much more special to give this gift to you. He’s used to giving gifts to others all the time, but he couldn’t help but feel a little dejected if you didn’t like it.

He was taken out of his internal stupor when you called out to him, your hands waving in the air as you jumped up and down. He smiled, his teeth coming over his lower lip to show off his teeth, his tiny little fangs digging into the flesh slightly. “Floyd!” You called, making a few flinch and look at you with how loud you were, but you didn’t care as you bounded over to him. He couldn’t help but giggle a little; you were completely bundled up, a cute little hat over your hair that made it spill around your face and neck, some cute ear muffs on top of it - he could feel his own ears melting off with his warm yours must be - you had this cutest little scarf around your neck, the tails fluttering in the wind as you ran over to him, a thick fur jacket that was buttoned and zipped all the way up, thick pants and topped off thick furred boots. The only thing missing was the mittens, he would be dying of heat stroke if he wore all that. Compared to him, it seems you were about to travel to the Antarctic.

“Hello,” he called out, his arms opening up to invite you in for a hug, knowing it was going to happen anyways, the present clutched tightly in his left hand, without hesitation you bounded into his arms. Your feet planted on his hips as you forced him to bend backwards as you hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly so you wouldn’t force them to fall backwards on the snowy ground and you wouldn’t fell off of him.

“Oh I missed you!” You exclaimed hugging around his neck tightly and rubbing your cheeks together lazily. “It’s been since yesterday,” he murmured out, sighing in content at the closeness even if the extra warmth from the fur was making him heat up a bit more. “I missed you more,” he admitted before gently setting you down on the ground before looking you over. “Aren’t you hot?” He laughed his head tightly slightly. You shook your head, “oh gosh no; I’m so cold,” you giggled rubbing your hands together. “I can’t find my mittens and my hands are so so cold I feel like they are going to freeze off,” you whined out.

You paused looking over Floyd in shock; only seeing his furry vest jacket, even more appalled to see he was still wearing his belt and shorts and no shoes. Your mouth was basically through the ground at this point. “Oh my god!” You nearly screeched your hands coming up to grip his face, nails skimming his ears and making him shudder. You moved his head around examining him, your eyes so wide. “How are you not cold?” You asked waiting for a response.

Floyd shook his head gently, “I am not, my brothers and I can withstand the cold better,” he replied nearly breathless, he wasn’t used to you being this concerned for him and being in his face like this. “Well screw you,” you laughed out shaking your head. “Oh!” You replied giving him whiplash as you looked at his hand to the present. “Who is that for?” You asked his head tilting lazily, a soft smile on your lips, which was different compared to your teasing one.

He stuttered a little before bringing it to you; “it’s.. for you” he replied softly his eyes downcast to the ground afraid to see your reaction. You paused before gently grabbing it, “you didn’t have to,” you whispered. You tore into the paper before sniffing softly “cinnamon?” You questioned.

“The scent reminds me of you,” he whispered his ears turning a deep purple now. You blushed lightly at them before going back to your present. Once the paper was off you opened the box and gasping. What laid there was a beautiful handmade mittens, hat, jacket, boots, with a little note on top with Floyd’s elegant handwritten with a heart. You grasped the note and opened it with one hand.

‘For you, my dear, I hope these bring you all the warm and comfort while the weather continues to try to dwindle your brightness

- Love

Floyd’

Another box inside the box caught your eye too before you could get all sentimental about the card, but you did put the card into your pocket and patted it softly. You set the box of new clothes down before grabbing that one with box hands and gently opening it. In that box was a beautiful necklace, coated in sapphire and diamonds with a beautiful elegant rose quartz that hung on a chain so it could rest over your heart. Tears coated your face now as you lifting it up out of the box, letting the box drop as you held the necklace to your chest. Floyd look at you worriedly grasping your face in his hands so gently to look you over.

“Oh please don’t cry, do you not like it?” He asked worriedly chewing his lower lip after but you shook your head. “Oh Floyd I love it,” you sniffled pushing your hand up between his hand and your cheek to push the necklace in his palm. “Put it on me please,” you breathed out. He let out a shaky exhale before nodding, moving closer so his nose brushed yours and gently began to clasp it asking your neck. “I found the gems and made it myself,” he murmured. This brought more tears down your cheeks, you never had someone do this for you.

Once he was done with the clasp he brought his hand down to place the rose quartz over your heart and leaving his hand there. You looked him in the eyes before looking up trying to content your emotions.

“Oh Floyd look,” you whispered pointing up to the branches above. “A mistletoe,” you beamed, grasping his ears and pulling him in, you pressed your lips softly to his, your ears closing. He responded back so quickly, his hands sliding down to your waist and holding you tightly and swaying.

“This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” you whispered into the kiss making him beam. He gently picked you off of the ground and spun around slowly. He didn’t even know why he was nervous about you accepting his gifts.

━━━━━━━ ✦❘༻༺❘✦ ━━━━━━━

He’s so soft it makes me heart warm

[sweetsdereese]

When the darkness comes

summary: Maybe Leo isn't fine after all

pair: Leo Valdez x Jason Grace

warnings: ptsd, hurt, eventual comfort (in part 2), memories of character death, some angst, panic attack

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: 981

requested tag: @aspenii

part one | part two

               4th of July, in Leo’s opinion, is one of the best holidays. Not only could he show off his amazing pyrotechnics, but he could also stuff his face full of food. This year’s celebration is going to be bigger than ever as it will be a collaborative event between both camps. Leo was a bit hesitant when the joined event was first suggested since Camp Jupiter kids are so strict and rigid but hey, some of his best friends are from there so they can’t all be sticks in the mud.

               His day started off with a lecture meeting led by Reyna and Annabeth. Schedules and maps of each activities zoned areas had been handed out during it. It was times like these that Leo wished he kept a better track of things given to him, he thought as he and his team of fellow Hephaestus kids rush to set up the fireworks after a much-needed reminder of the time from Frank. Double-checking that the others were able to handle everything, he slipped away and ran towards where Festus was lounging.

               “Theres my favorite mechanical marvel, it’s almost showtime buddy” excitement clear in the tone of his views as he practically bounces in place.

               A puff of hot air comes from the mechanical dragon as it huffs in response.

               “Common don’t be like that. I’ll give you a good polishing and oiling if you do it” Leo negotiates as he pets Festus’s snout.

               All he receives is a small mechanical growl of irritation, but Festus relents and sits up, looking down at the giddy curly haired boy.

               “Thank you, thank you! Por eso eres mi favorito!” Leo exclaims as he hurriedly attaches the accessory to Festus’s abdomen.

               “When the eagle shaped firework goes off, you’ll fly over the crowd. This will open, dropping tons of patriotic confetti and a healthy amount of glitter down onto the crowd” Leo explains, ignoring the eye roll he gets from the dragon.

               Once the compartment is secured, Festus takes flight as to be closer to the event site. Meeting back up with the others, they set the timer before joining the celebration. Weaving through the dense crowd, Leo manages to find his group of friends.

               “No need to worry, the life of the party is here!” Leo exclaims as he comes to stand beside Piper.

               “The ‘life of the party’ almost missed out on his own firework display” Piper retorts back, playfully rolling her eyes.

               “Me? Late to something? Never. I’m going to snag some food, save me a spot on the blanket?” he asks while batting his eyes at her.

               “I’ll try but the good blanket real estate is getting snatched up fast by the love birds” she says gesturing towards the others.

               Frank and Hazel sat beside each other, talking about what happened at their respective booths. Off at one of the corners of the picnic blanket, Will is helping Nico put on protective ear covers. While in the center of the blanket Percy is trying to get Annabeth to stay and relax, assuring her that everything is going according to plan.

               “I’ll be quick, plus Jason isn’t here yet so as long as I’m back before him I should have a spot” he hurriedly says, already heading towards the food stalls.

               “And leave him out in the cold because you stole his spot?” Piper jokes.

               “Yet he’ll still love me” he quips back, sticking his tongue out at her.

               “Bring me back a drink while you’re at it!” Piper yells after him, getting a thumbs up from the shorter boy.

               Managing his way to the booths, Leo gets in line for some of that mouthwatering assortment of smoked barbecue pork. It felt like ages were passing by as he waits, barely having budged an inch since he first got in line. Tapping his foot as he fidgets with some gears he keeps on hand in his pocket. Leo jolts, fumbling as to not drop the gears he had just been mindlessly toying with as a loud explosion goes off. Panicked amber eyes searched around for distressed people and the source of the explosion, only to be met with awestruck faces looking up towards the sky. Bringing himself to look up, he catches sight of the dissipating colors of the fireworks. Relief had started to wash over him till another firework went off renewing that panic brewing in him.

               Leo flinches as more explosions fill the air, a tight feeling growing in his chest. Abandoning his place in line, Leo stumbles away from the loud, increasingly suffocating crowd. As the suffocating feeling grows, Leo soon breaks into a run towards his dorm building. Fighting for each breath as he forces himself up the seemingly infinite stairs. Fumbling to unlock his dorm as his hands shake like leaves, having dropped his keys on one of the attempts.

               Barreling into his dorm once the door opens, slamming it shut behind him as he staggers toward his bed. Mindlessly grabbing his blanket from his bed, he seeks refuge under his table. Leo cocoons himself in the blanket, trying to fight off the memories of countless pieces of shrapnel pierced into his skin. Rubbing the palms of his eyes to try and stop the flowing tears.

               Each loud bang brings him back to that day, his body broken and unable to move as he fell watching Festus try to reach him – try to save him. His hands moving to cover his ears as he screws his eyes shut, trying to ignore the sounds from outside. That voice that’s haunted him as long as he can remember whispers to him. You’re a child of Hephaestus, a pyromancer, why are you crying like a baby? Are you seriously scared of fireworks? You’re ruining this for everyone. People have gone through worse, and you don’t see them acting like babies.

[demonslayedher]

Things that ran through my mind while watching this episode:

--s-

--SWORDS

--Sorry, gotta recover from the beautiful ending theme which is unique to this episode--the one that plays after the opening theme which they tagged onto the end of this one. It was just--look at that--those Nichirin blades are so shiny and textured, that is A++ use of computer modeling right there which you can get away with if you have character models there too, they are beautiful, and it is poetic how it mirrors the clip in the opening theme of all the swordsmen. Also, the colors, the lighting, all that gorgeous attention to detail on the steps of smithing a sword! I was cheering with every step! Tamahagane! Mizuheshi! Hammering and folding the billet! Lengthening and shaping the blade! Ya--

--NO

--NO!!!!!!!

--No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, stop!!! How dare you do that to that beautiful blade!?!?!?!?! You render it breakable and useless!!!!!!

--Huff, huff, huff

--Let me back up and say that this was the second time I yelled "no" while rewatching this episode, because they briefly did it during the clip of Tanjiro passing by the workshops, too (which was otherwise wonderful). I also cannot take credit for noticing it myself, because fellow sword nerd @heartbroken4ever noticed it while these episodes were still new and made brief mention of the katana plunged in water being bothersome. We discussed it a little at the time, and since then, my research has put me through learning metullurgy in more detail, including a lot about this yaki-ire process of hardening the sword by submerging it in cold water. THE VERY BIG PROBLEM WITH THIS SCENE IS THAT IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE INSULATED WITH CLAY SO THAT IT ACTUALLY TAKES ON THE PROPER QUALITIES OF A KATANA. With how much attention to detail Ufotable otherwise gave the sword details and sword smithing process, I can only assume they did this because the viewers might be confused about a murky, bumpy-looking sword, and leaning the swords uninsulated as they plunged them into the water--twice!!--was for the sake of not losing the people who are not sword nerds.

--But, I am still mad at them for setting Yuukaku-hen in late fall BECAUSE THOSE MATSUTAKE MUSHROOMS ARE NOW OUT OF SEASON --griping aside! Tee hee hee hee hee, look at you, Ufotable, being such show-offs with the Infinity Fortress! I loved the sound design in this place and the flutes they added to the demony background music

--While wondering how Ufotable might show off in the first episode of Pillar Training on the theatrical release, it occurred to that we will get to witness Zenitsu witnessing Nezuko under the sun. Our ears might die.

--Since this was a rewatch, I got to giggle along and anticipate everything silly little Douma thing. I snapped along with him too on the "naruhodo." It's so unfair that this was the only time we ever saw Upper Moons interact. This is to say nothing of the extra Douma and Akaza interaction we miss out on, but like, Akaza and Kokushibo smackdowns with Akaza pissed off and Kokushibo pleased with him? But also, just like, Douma and Gyokko hangin' out? Please?? And like, Hantengu's terror-filled voice is endearing, that is my favorite Hantengu form, he's just a harmless silly little guy

--Kibutsuji "I'm disappointed in all of you, except Nakime" Muzan

--Ok, so, I was so wrapped up in Gotou's monologue because I love his manner of speaking so much that it did not even cross my mind that Inosuke was on the ceiling during that whole monologue

--Was Inosuke asleep up there? Is that why he did not pounce on Tanjiro the moment he was awake and talking to Kanao? Is that why Inosuke did not pounce on the delicious smelling food? Did Inosuke grow up clinging to tree branches and the ceilings of caves, because that was safest? Oh---oh my gosh--I did not mean to give myself a case of the Inosuke feels. Anyway, I love how he closes this scene out by staring real close at Tanjiro through his boar snout.

--Anyway, the other thing I was thinking during Gotou's monologue was how much I love the Kakushi and how happily I anticipated getting so much more Kakushi content in this episode. I love them a lot. If I ever show up to an anime convention again, I will probably be in Kakushi cosplay because that gives me fun ways to pose with any Kimetsu no Yaiba cosplayer I run into. They have such good poses, look at these guys. Also!!! Also, I love that the crows must also have the full course to the village obscured? And and and in that scene with Oyakata-sama getting the news of defeating Upper Moon Six, look at those birds hopping out of the way all startled when Oyakata-sama is worked up and coughing. Biiiirbs~ <3 --The first time I saw this, the part I most wanted to rewatch was Tanjiro HAPPILY SMACKING HIS FOREHEAD ON THE TATAMI. This is such a happy little boy, look at him, going on an adventure looking for treasure in the village, throwing his clothes off to go make friends, giving in to his shounen manga hero nosebleed fate but at least being a gentleman about saving the riceballs. You adorable little walnut, you are already dying because you had the mark and that is why you still aren't recovered. --Why were the Mitsuri and Nezuko interactions so brief.... wwwwwwhhhhhyyyyy

--TAISHO SECRET: Genya's birthday falls on "Nanakusa no Sekku," when people traditionally eat a rice gruel with seven herbs as an auspicious start to the new year. In modern day Japan, it is often treated like a day to let your stomach recover after all the rich and heavy fancy New Years food. This was yesterday and I made and ate this rice gruel, I kept thinking of how other characters might have forced Genya to eat this because they were concerned about his stomach. --Tooth

--Genya arguably is a more unfriendly person than Sanemi. While Sanemi was totally justified in being ticked off that a Corp member was toting around a demon and letting it live, Genya just turns around and yells "DIE" when someone says hello to him

--It's a good thing Tanjiro practices Water Breathing

--So, Mitsuri didn't know that was Genya, but she has heard of him, it seems. She made the connection that this is Sanemi's brother, not just that they have the same rare last name. Someone asked Sanemi about his brother, and Mitsuri either was there to witness somebody--maybe Himejima or Shinobu--say something about Genya, only to have Sanemi very immaturely imply they are imagining things that don't exist. Either that, or Mitsuri heard about this from Iguro. I can just imagine Mitsuri remarking right away how scary that is and how sad it is for Sanemi to not even acknowledge someone as close a brother, and then Iguro being like, "for the record........ I have never had any brothers."

--I want to be a guest of the swordsmith village. That looks like the perfect getaway for me. Nice and cozy buildings tucked away in the mountains, attentive hospitality, onsen, S W O R D S. I wanna go. Where is this place??? (That said, the stairs to the onsen do remind me of the stairs that led to the Love Breath display at the Yugawara Onsen collab event, hahaha)

--Muzan told Gyokko to head to wherever it was once Gyokko was sure of his intel. It took Gyokko at least another two months to be sure. It took that long to ascertain the location of the Swordsmith Village even once he felt pretty good about having figured it out. Either that, or they sure took their time.

[cryptidwithacopiccollection]

-points at you with delight and glee- FELLOW MARINE BIOLOGY/OCEANOGRAPHY ENTHUSIAST!!! hi I love your mer-attorneys and all the sea creatures you pick it delights my inner fish immensely

FKJHSAJHKSDKHSD THANK YOU!!

This whole AU would not have been possible without @original-character-chaos, who contributed to like half of the creature picks for the mers. It started out as me making a joke that if Miles Edgeworth was a mer, he'd be a frilled shark. Nox then asked if Gumshoe would be an octopus. Then I decided Franziska would be a sixgill because I love sixgills. We promptly spiraled out of control from there.

And when I say spiraled oh boy do I mean it. Under the cut is several paragraphs of infodumping.

First was our basic criteria: only deepsea animals.

Next came picking out deepsea animals for everyone. At this point we had Mia, Maya, Pearl, and Miles figured out, but we needed something for phoenix. At first I tossed around the idea of a coelacanth, since they're both blue and incredibly persistent, but they aren't able to swim very deep (only 700m down, mia would have had a 6,000 meter lead on him). Then I was looking up deep sea sharks. and one name stood out as odd to me. The basking shark was on there. Which was weird, they're surface dwellers. They literally have "basking" in their name, why would they be deepsea. Then I found out that they can dive up to 2,000 meters below the surface. for reference, that is as deep as GIANT SQUIDS.

And then it clicked that of COURSE Phoenix Wright, of all characters, would make a great deepsea mer to have basking in it's name. A few other factors, such as basking sharks being able to breach and being warm-blooded (just think of the cuddling possibilities), sealed him in.

Not only did we decide that we were only allowed to pick deepsea animals (reaching the twilight zone, aprox. 200 meters below sea level minimum, preferrably closer to the midnight zone at about 1,000 meters), but each character, save for identical twins, would be a different species. The specificity has gotten to the point where all mers in the Fey family have to be in the order scyphozoa, aka "true" sea jellies, and ON TOP OF THAT their bioluminescence directly correlates with their spritual power. So Mia, Maya, and pearl are all bioluminescent, but Dahlia and Iris aren't. Similarly, while we decided to give all characters distinct species, we also wanted bio family to show some relation to each other. So while Apollo is a thorny whiplash squid and Trucy's a vampire squid, they're both red cephalapods, and their common root, Thalassa, is a blanket octopus. Nox and I were kinda loosing our shit trying (and failing) to cross-reference the depth range of the gelatinous blanket octopus (Thalassa), which is different from a the shallow-dwelling rainbow blanket octopus, and even after digging up actual research papers our findings were unfortunately inconclusive. Another less complicated example is Manfred vonKarma, who we lovingly gave a greenland shark for the fact that he's old as fuck and also full of poison. Then of course Franziska had to be a shark too, so I said bluntnose sixgill because they are so fucking cool, and everyone sleeps on them.

And I mean it. Look up the largest sharks in the world. #1 will be the whale shark, for obvious reasons, the largest we've ever accurately measured was over 60 feet long. #2 will be the basking shark, which also checks out, their largest on record was over 40 feet.

But then you check for the next on the list. Now, weight-wise, the results do look different, but we're specifically focusing on the length of the shark from snout to tail-tip for this. And it's also where I start wanting to throw hands. On base reaction, most people would say the great white. A good record on measurements is this article, but they unfortunately appear to have fallen for the Great White propaganda, claiming the largest one on record was 23 feet. Wow, that's big! Sure would be cool if it was true. The largest great white that I can reliably find measurements on is Deep blue, who clocks in at just over 20 feet. There are unconfirmed reports from several hundred years ago of whites that were well over thirty feet... that I don't believe were actually great whites. See, they bear a striking similarity to the harmless, much larger basking shark, and I'd bet actual money on these reported catches just being very unfortunate baskers, sorry guys.

So, great whites only grow to about 21 feet MAXIUM, and most average 15-16 feet. Why have I spent so much time tearing them down over sixgills? WHEHEHEELLL. Buckle up. The largest recorded bluntnose sixgill shark was

26.

feet.

long.

Unlike great whites, a sixgill has no larger relatives to be mistaken for.

AND while I'm at it, I would like to add that the average size for this species, 11-14 feet, isn't nearly as well documented as other shallow-water sharks, and is based on when the shark reaches sexual maturity; sighted sixgills often reach well past 18 feet. Submersibles have encountered massive ones, such as this gorgeous beast, and because I'm so very normal, I did the math. It's stated in the extended cut of the exploration that her head is about 3 feet wide. And based on this reference, i measured out a sixgill's head width as about 1/7th of their total body length.

3 x 7 is 21, so that shark is, give or take, about 21 feet, possibly longer. Since they are deep-sea sharks, with the adults sticking to deeper waters, it is entirely possible that the largest ones are just chilling near the seafloor having never seen a submersible or ROV. Even discounting that, we have a (albeit roughly) measured sixgill who is as big as Deep Blue, if not bigger, and google is a liar.

They also are responsible for trying to eat underwater ethernet cables

So yeah. that's a lil bit of lore for Law of the deep, the silly little deepsea mer au for ace attorney! Thank you so much for the ask, again :D

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ Just say you’re sorry ~

THIS IS FOR THE AMAZING ANON THAT INSPIRED THIS FIC SO KUDOS TO THEM 💞✨💗💕

Also tagging my fellow moots who love this HC as much as I do:

@someone1348 @tickleebug @prettychillbrainfreeze @ghostlyshylee @itzystopkiddingmenowloco

Lee’s: Leo🐢💙 and Mikey🐢🧡

Ler’s: Raph🐢❤️ and Donnie🐢💜

Summary: Raph and Donnie have been getting pranked by they’re younger brothers all day. So like the good big brothers they are, they hatch a totally not devious plan to teach they’re younger sibs a lesson.  

(A/N: AS ALWAYS- T*EST DNI YOU NASTY CREEPY WEIRDOS)

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“Stupid dumb-dumbs…stupid stupid dumb-dumbs…”

Raph turned around from where he was sitting on the living room couch to see his immediate younger brother- Donnie- pacing back and forth in the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee that spilled a little bit every now and again as he turned around in a pacing circle. 

The young genius was wearing his dark purple sweatshirt with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, wearing his occasional purple mask and goggles. Raph was wearing his own mask as well, clashing with his grey/gray sweatshirt.

The snapper got up from the couch, putting his phone down and walking to his immediate younger brother. “Hey, bud…you okay?” Raph asked, putting a hand on Donnie’s shoulder as a way to show his comfort. The younger looked up at Raph and started chuckling, even though the eldest turtle was 99.9% sure nothing he just said was funny…

“What’s wrong..? What’s WRONG???” Donnie yelled, going close to Raph’s face so they’re snouts touched before stepping away from him. The softshell put his coffee mug on the counter, pacing back and forth again while his hands were behind his back. 

“Oho, I’ll tell you what’s wrong. What’s wrong my dear older brother, is that those imbeciles that I apparently have to call my younger brothers have been pulling pranks on me left and right ALL DAY. I can’t get any work done without fearing for my life that another water balloon or paint cannon is going to hit me!” Donnie said, throwing his hands up to the air before putting them back down. The purple cladded sibling sighed, rubbing a hand down his face slowly as he tried to calm himself down.

Donnie was frustrated- very very (that’s two very’s) frustrated if you couldn’t tell. The genius wanted to have a productive day; a day where he got almost all of his work done and he had the rest of the evening to spend with his family and friends. Believe it or not, the softshell actaully enjoyed spending time with his family, even if he acts like he dreads every single second of it.

But sadly, the universe didn’t want the day to go the way Donnie had originally planned. The universe had to give him not 1 but 2 younger siblings that were annoying as FU- fudge. Annoying as fudge.

Anyway, the two gremlins have been placing boobytraps and pranks all over the lair, such as sparkle canons, water balloons, whoopie cushions- you name it! And at the end of every single prank there would be this���card that mysteriously came out of nowhere. It was orange and blue and had Mikey and Leo’s faces on it, saying “You just got pranked by the Portal Pals! (P.S. L + Bozo)”

Which was…cute. It was nice that the two were having fun and spending time with each other…but WHY did they’re fun have to torture Donnie in the process?

“You too, huh?” Raph chuckled, reaching into his sweatshirt pocket and taking out a couple of Leo and Mikey’s “You just got pranked!” cards. Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle along with Raph at the sight of the cards, going over to him and resting his head on his plastron, groaning. The snapper just laughed some more, wrapping his immediate younger brother in a hug as he patted his battleshell.

“They’re. so. annoying.” Donnie whined, rubbing his hands along his face as Raph sighed. “I mean, yeah. They’re our little brothers, little bro. It’s kind of they’re job to annoy the living hell out of us, y’know?” The eldest reasoned, patting Donnie’s shoulder as he huffed, his anger starting to slip away. “Yeah…I guess so…” the softshell mumbled, taking his head up from Raph’s plastron and smiling at him.

“But hey! Look on the bright side: that doesn’t mean we can’t get payback~!” Raph exclaimed, winking at Donnie who raised one of his sharpie drawn eyebrows, curiosity and mischievousness written all over his face. “Are you implying what I think you’re implying?” Donnie asked, grinning from ear to ear. 

Raph grinned back, nodding his head in confirmation. The second-oldest turtle  smiled a bit more (this time being a kind of evil smile) as he took out his phone from his pocket, going into they’re family GC. The younger started typing up something on his phone, beginning to walk to his lab.

“Walk and talk with me, Raphie. I’ve got a plan…”

🕺🏾🐢🍕Cool Kids GC 🍕🐢🕺🏾

Today at 2:34 pm 

*🕺🏾👾Bootyyyshaker9000👾🕺🏾 is online*

Hello my fellow fam

*UrfaveChamp😘😘😘✨💙 is online*

*Mystic_Mike🎨🤩 is online*

Yoooo

Hey Don!

How are you 😁🥰?

Good good.

How’s the eyebrows working? Feelin pretty, bro?

Donnie groaned from Leo’s text, about to type “kys” in the GC to his younger twin before Raph cleared his throat, shaking his head in disapproval as they continued to walk. The softshell sighed, deleting the text before he was about to send it in the GC. 

“There. Happy?” Donnie asked as the oldest nodded, walking into the lab and both sitting on the lab’s desk chairs. “Very.”

“Anyway, what’s he even talking about, Don?” Raph asked, confused. Donnie ran a hand down his face, clicking out of messages and showing Raph a picture he took earlier. It was a pic of Donnie’s eyebrows covered in sparkles, glitter and fake gemstones- and it looked completely awful. Let’s just say the eyebrows looked like a second graders art project. 

Uh…no offense to any second grader of course…

“One of they’re sparkle canons got me…” Donnie mumbled. The softshell was so glad he was able to clean that monstrosity off- he would never be able to live that down without anyone making fun of him for it. 

Raph cackled at the picture, putting a hand to his face as he did so. “Stop laughing...” Donnie glared, taking the phone back so Raph couldn’t see the photo anymore. And if the alligator snapping turtle knew any better, he could’ve sworn that he saw a pout on his immediate younger brother's face. 

“It isn’t funny.” The pout caused Raph to giggle a bit more, booping the softshell’s snout as the younger playfully swatted his hand away. “It is a bit funny…” Raph giggled, smirking at Donnie. The second oldest just chuckled as he rolled his eyes, clicking out of his Photos app and right back to the GC.

They’re fine, actually. The sparkles really complimented my eyes.

See! Told you he would like it, Mikey!

A success in my book

Oh whatever 😒😒😒

✨Anywaysssss✨

What is it that u needed, Don?

R u okay?

Oh, yeah. I’m fine.

I just need you both to come to my lab.

I have to make a huge announcement to say to everyone.

It’s extremely important.

Raph’s already with me so I just need you two to come.

Oh! 

Okay! 

Oooh! Must be a pretty important if we’re coming to Dee’s lab…

Yes- it is important. I literally just said that.

See you in like- 15 seconds, Dee!

Wait! Raph’s w/ u right now?

Yes. Raph is with me as of right now.

Ask him for me how he likes his new room setup 😁✨ 

LMFAOAOAOAO

Raph grabbed Donnie’s phone out of his hands, his face red in embarrassment as he typed in the group chat. “What’s he talking about, man?” Donnie chuckled confused, not used to seeing his older brother so flustered. 

After the snapper was done with…whatever he was typing, his face relaxed- seeming really calm and content now. Raph cleared his throat, handing the phone back to Donnie. “We don’t talk about it.” 

KSYNDND

*KYS

THIS IS RAPH TYLINGNEN

*TYPING

KANSHSJAKSHS!!!

U KNOW ITS FUNNY BRO-BRO

I HATE YOU 2 SM LITERALLY DIE😡😡😖!!!

BAHAHAHAJSHSBDKDK

We love you tooooo Raphieee~!☺️☺️☺️😘😘💕💖💞💖💖✨✨

Donnie clicked out of the messaging app and glared at Raph. “How come I can’t type ‘kys’ in the group chat but you can!?” He asked, putting his phone on his desk and crossing his arms. “Eldest brother privileges, duh.” Raph said calmly, merely shrugging as Donnie rolled his eyes for probably the millionth time today. 

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“What’s with the random call to Dee’s lab? Are we experimenting on something?” Leo asked excitedly, looking around the lab to see if there was anything brand new or important to test on as him and Mikey walked in. “Yeah! What is it? I wanna know!” Mikey asked as well, grinning from ear to ear waiting for either of his older brothers to answer the question.

Leo was wearing his dark blue sweatshirt, with his blue mask. Mikey was also wearing his favorite orange sweatshirt, also wearing his mask. 

Not answering any of the younger two's questions, Donnie tapped a few buttons on his wrist watch, closing the lab door behind them. The two quickly looked behind them at the door and then at each other, nervousness starting to broil up in they’re stomachs. “Don? Raph? You guys okay…?” Leo asked, his head tilting to the side in confusion as his twin and older brother just stood there staring at him and Mikey.

“So…you guys gonna keep staring at us, or are you gonna tell us why we’re here…?” Mikey said as he scratched his head in confusion. 

“Glad you two are so curious to find out why I called you here.” Donnie smiled, him and Raph getting up from they’re chairs, looking at they’re younger brothers with a deadpanned face. There was another awkward silence with all of them just staring at each other. 

The two youngest weren’t sure if they were called in Donnie’s lab for a legitimate reason or if this was some huge staring contest. Leo and Mikey exchanged worried glances, “Soooo…you gonna tell us or what?” Leo chuckled, crossing his arms trying to hide his nervousness at his twins vague answers. 

“Well, you and Mikey have been pranking me and Don a lot.” Raph said stating the obvious, only for Leo and Mikey to chuckle. “Is this what this is about? Are we in trouble or something?” Mikey giggled, nudging Leo in the elbow causing the older to snicker.

“You two aren’t in trouble per say. We just want to join in on the fun too!” Donnie smiled…a bit too sweetly. Leo crossed his arms, squinting suspiciously at his older brothers. “Join in on the fun?” The slider repeated. “Oh, but of course! The fun I’m personally thinking of starts with an r and ends with ‘evenge’. Isn’t that right, Raph?” Donnie grinned as Raph nodded his head.

Mikey gulped, “Wehell…Ihi just remembered I have to goho feed my pehet rock…so, uh…if you’ll excuse me I’ll just be on my way…” Mikey giggly said, nervously walking backwards to the opening door to the lab. Mikey attempted to open the lab door again and again but it just wasn’t budging. He turned around, trying to turn the knob but it wasn’t moving an inch. 

“The lab door is locked my dearest Angelo.” Donnie chuckled as he saw the youngest trying to pry the door open- an evil smile plastered on his face as he leaned against Raph’s side, crossing his arms. 

Well shit.

“You get Mikey, I’ll get Leo.” Raph instructed, walking towards Leo as Donnie walked towards Mikey, both of the older siblings wiggling they’re fingers slightly with huge evil grins on they’re faces. The two youngest looked at each other completely petrified, stepping away from the door and splitting up, going deeper into Donnie’s lab but making sure to keep they’re eyes on they’re “attackers.”

“Wahait! W-We cahan talk abohout thihis!” Leo giggled, putting his hands up as a way to try and stop Raph from…whatever him and Donnie were planning. Well- he did know what they were planning which is why he’s TRYING his very best not to think about it too much…

Now, don’t get Leo wrong, he can be a menace. He’s been called it many many times by different people, which he takes a LOT of pride in. And he can become even MORE a menace when he’s tickling one of his brothers. To funny remarks to rib-counting to teases. Leo was one scary of a Ler and that was just something you just couldn’t deny. 

But sadly, the universe wouldn’t allow Leo to be the only scary Ler in the family. The universe had to give him not 1 but 2 older siblings that were terrifying as FU- fudge when it came to tickling.

When it came to Raph and Donnie, they were just…vile. Finding every single possible way to tickle and fluster they’re Lee until they can’t even think straight. 

Since Raph was, like, a TITAN in turtle form, it’s completely impossible to escape him while he’s wrecking you. And since he’s the eldest he will just go on and on and ON about how he was “The best Tickle Monster.” And that stupid thing he would always do was give “Raph-berries.” Basically raspberries but he’s nibbling you as well and it was TORTUROUS. 

Now Donnie was an evil force to be reckoned with. For one, he would cheat. The softshell would use his spider arms to ping your arms up so you couldn’t squirm. And worst of all he would pretend as if him wrecking you was a whole big science experiment. Testing out his “hypothesis” or whatever other big words Donnie knew. 

So getting that out of the way, Leo knows he’s absolutely dead. Deceased. Expired. 6 feet under…

The red eared slider just knows he’s completely screwed. Based on the facial expressions, body language and overall demeanor of his older brothers, the two were out for revenge. And Leo and Mikey being more sensitive than them, (Leo being a tad bit more ticklish than Mikey), they knew they couldn’t stand a chance. All the two were doing was wiggling their fingers and Leo and Mikey were giggly messes…

“Talk about what, little brother? Talk about how you scared the living heck outta me with all those posters of Mrs. Cuddles that you put all over my room?” Raph taunted, stepping closer and closer to Leo making the younger giggle more frantically.

 “I-Ihit wahas funny though!” The younger one stammered, “Actually, now that you mention it…SHE’S RIGHT THERE, LOOK!” Leo screamed, pulling out a completely terrified look out of nowhere pointing somewhere ahead of him, pretending where he was pointing was Mrs. Cuddles.

Hey, he’s not called the Face-man for nothing! 

“Wait- WHAT? WHERE?!” Raph screamed, frantically looking around Donnie’s lab to try and spot Mrs. Cuddles. But the only thing he saw was a certain red eared slider running away from him.

Well played…

That little shit.

Before Leo could attempt to try to hide somewhere in the lab, Raph came from behind him, picking the younger up and putting him on his shoulder, carrying him to the middle of the lab where Donnie and Mikey were. Donnie already “captured” Mikey, using his spider arms to hold his arms so he couldn’t try and run away again. 

Leo started to hit the back of Raph’s shell, squirming to try and get out of the older’s hold as a bunch of giggly threats flooded out of his mouth. The snapper only rolled his eyes, poking Leo in the side causing the him to let out a surprised shriek followed by frantic laughs. “Don’t forget the position you're in, bud.”

“Yohou guhuys! Plehease dohon’t- noHO Deehee!” Mikey squealed as Donnie released him from his tech arms, sitting down on the carpet floor and pulling him into his lap as Raph did the same thing with Leo, sitting a little bit across from Donnie. Before the young genius could pin Mikey’s hands up- as he originally planned on doing, the youngest retracted into his shell, giggling smugly as Donnie tried to get him out by knocking on his shell repeatedly. 

“Hey! You can’t do that!” Donnie said, crossing his arms and glaring at his younger brother. “Toohoo bad. I juhust did.” Mikey taunted, happy he found a way to escape Donnie’s tickly wrath.

Leo, about to go into his shell too was immediately caught by Raph. The older held up his arms, grinning and raising a brow. “Where do you think you’re going, Lee?” Raph asked, chuckling as Leo plastered a nervous smile on his face. 

“Nohowhere…” The red eared slider giggled, looking around anywhere but Raph’s face before looking towards his younger brother who was soon about to break by the demon you would call Donatello.

“DeEHEE! NahAt the tUHuhUmmY!” Mikey squealed, squirming in his shell trying to get away from Donnie’s tickly fingers that were now dancing across his stomach. The older shook his head, grinning at the sound of the youngers frantic laughter.

“Then get out of your shell and fight like a real man!” Donnie taunted, which only caused Mikey to whine throughout his giggles but not coming out of his shell. Suddenly, Donnie stopped tickling his tummy, poking at the boxer turtle’s lower rib. “Boop.”

The younger's reaction was almost immediate as he came out of his shell completely to grab at Donnie’s wrists. “There we go~! See! Was that so hard?” Donnie smiled innocently, using his spider arms to pin Mikey’s arms up. Donnie just smiled at Mikey as Raph let go of Leo to begin tickling his sides.

“Pfft- nohohoho!” Leo giggled, hugging his middles and squirming a bit as Raph lightly scratched around his sides. The older one laughed in amusement, raising a brow and grinning at his reaction. “No? No, what? You two brought this upon yourselves!”

“Oho screw ohohoff!” Leo retorted, pushing at Raph’s wrists as Donnie just continued to look at the youngest, not doing anything quite yet. 

“Whahat?” Mikey asked, looking at his older brother who’s face looked like he was solving the worlds hardest math problem- but the genius probably did stuff like that for fun anyway.

“Hm? Oh…nothing. Just trying to remember where you’re most ticklish, Angelo…I can’t quite seem to remember…” The softshell muttered, crossing his arms and looking up intensely at his midnight purple ceiling.

“Wha-?! Whahat ahare yohou tahahalking about??? Yohou know my worst spot!” Mikey giggled, rolling his eyes at his brother who only shook his head. “My apologies, Mikey. I sadly do not. But…perhaps you could possibly tell me?” Donnie smiled, a smile which only caused Mikey’s face to go a bright red. “I aham nohot telling! Yohou already know!” 

Donnie laughed at the younger one’s answer, starting to trace his fingers along the place where Mikey’s shell met his neck- a known melt spot spot for the youngest. Mikey giggled slightly at the sensation, squirming a bit under Donnie’s hold. 

"Are you ticklish anywhere else?" Donnie asks, not stopping his tracing, looking down at his younger brother’s face that indeed looked like a tomato- which is really weird because he hasn’t even tickled him for that long!

“Noho! I’m not! Juhuhust lemme gohoho!” Mikey squealed, kicking his legs trying oh so desperately to get off his older brother’s lap. “No? You're lying to me, aren't you?" Donnie chuckles, still not stopping as he continued to trace Mikey’s melt spot. 

“I bet you're super ticklish. I just need to find the right spots! Just tell me where, and I'll be sure to avoid it like the plague." He pauses, giving the younger a chance to tell him where he was ticklish (because Donnie obviously didn’t know!). His voice was low and teasing now, a playful, taunting inflection in his words. "Or should I just start tickling you until I find out myself?"

Mikey just giggled, shaking his head and stomping his feet on the ground- determined to try and escape while he still could. “That's a yes, then?" Donnie chuckles, smiling a little to himself. "Alright, I'm going to take your lack of response as permission to tickle you." The softshell merely said as he now started to tickle the younger’s exposed underarms.

“HeHEY!” The boxer turtle shrieked, trying his best to squirm away from his older brother. “ThaHAT TIHIckles yohoU BiHIHiG jeHerk!” Mikey cried, regretting his words as soon as they came out. 

“Does it?" Donnie chuckles in fake surprise, continuing to tickle Mikey’s underarms, his hands being gentle- not getting to his worst spots…not yet at least. “You really shouldn’t have said that, Mike~!” He remarks, smiling as the younger one only laughed more at the tease. The second oldest soon began to pick up the pace of his tickly fingers, laughing as Mikey tried to hide his face in his elbow- not being able to hide them in his hands since his arms were pinned up.

“What are you squirming around for, hm?” I vividly remember you saying you weren’t ticklish anywhere else…” Donnie stated matter-of-factly. “IHI LIhihiED, AhaLRIGHT? Ihi lihihIED- dOHOn PLEHease! QuiHIT IHIT!” The younger admitted, his laugh muffled from hiding his face away in his arms.

“Do you hear that, Raph? This little shit lied to me! Can you believe that?!” Donnie cried dramatically before lightly scratching his fingers at the sides of Mikey’s neck- making the younger let out a high-pitched squeal; not hiding in his arm anymore as he threw his head back in full blown laughter. 

“I wouldn’t be lying to Donnie if I were in your position, Mike. Just saying.” Raph said casually as if there wasn’t a red eared slider in his lap, laughing his shell off and squirming like he’s being electrocuted. 

“And you. Stop squirming so much! Your making it hard to get your good spots!” Raph playfully scolded down at Leo, tickling at the younger’s ribs, chuckling as Leo grabbed his wrists and uselessly tried to pull them away. 

“Ihi’m gOHOnna gEhet yohOU guhuys baHAHAck soho bahahad yoHOu’ll wiHIsh yohOU neHEver knew meehee!” Leo threatened, lightly punching the air in hopes to hit Raph. Which- none of them did. But hey, A for effort, right?

“Oho I bet you are.” Raph laughed sarcastically as he began to tickle Leo’s stomach. “Someone has a ticklish tum-tum, I see~?” Raph teased as Leo’s face began to go almost as red as the oldest’s bandanna. “DOOHOO *snort* naHAT CAHaLL IhiT THAHAT!” Leo squealed, kicking his legs and throwing his head back in hysterics. 

“RAHAHPHIEEEE! PLEHEASE! STAHAP IHIT!” Leo cried, still trying to grab at Raph’s hands as they were lightly pushed out of the way each time he tried. Raph smirked as the younger pleaded, only making Raph tickle his stomach more lightly- almost feather-like. 

“I will stop as soon as you and Mikey apologize!” Raph smiled. “Agreed. As soon as you two apologize, we’ll stop reminding you two just how ticklish you are.” Donnie exclaimed as he began to knead Mikey’s thighs. The box turtle shrieked, kicking his legs in hopes that the kicking will make it harder for Donnie to tickle him there. 

“NAHAHA! DEEHEE! NAHAT *squeak* THEHEHERE!” Mikey squealed, still kicking his legs but Donnie’s hands stayed firm as he began to knead harder. “IHIT TIHIHICKLES! DAHANNIE *squeak* PLEHEASE *squeak* STAHAP!”

“Hm? What? What’s so funny Angelo?” Donnie asked, looking back at his younger brother who- by the way- looked like a full on turtle tomato. “WEEHEE’RE SORRY!” Mikey cackled. Donnie nodded his head, looking at Raph but not stopping tickling Mikey. 

“Hey, did Leo apologize yet?” Donnie asked. “Nope! Which I think is a bit rude considering your situation don’t you think, Leo?” Raph asked, stopping tickling Leo to let him breathe as Donnie did the same with Mikey. 

“Yohou are thehe woHORST older brohohother eveher…” Leo giggled at Raph, knowing he was absolute dead meat after that comment but couldn’t help himself. Mikey made a teasing ‘ooooh~!’ sound, giggling at Leo’s comment to they’re eldest brother. 

“Personally, I wohohould nohot tahake that amount of disrespect…” Mikey giggled as Raph only sighed, shaking his head before smirking. Raph flipped Leo around so that his shell was facing the ceiling- and as he did so Leo felt as if his soul left his entire body. 

Leo and his big mouth…

“AHAHA! NOHO! NOHO WAHAIT *snort* A SEHEHECOND!” Leo panicky giggled, kicking his legs and lightly punching on Raph’s thighs. “Waitwaitwaitwait- lehet’s tahalk- RahaHAHAPH! RAHAHAPH WAHAHAIT!” Leo giggly panicked, his laughter increasing as Raph slowly lowered his head to the back Leo’s knees, ALMOST touching it with his face. 

“What? Wait for what?” Raph grinned, waiting for Leo to reply but the only response he got from the slider was snorting cackles. Raph took a deep breath before blowing a raspberry on the back of Leo’s knees, causing the younger turtle to go absolutely mad in laughter. Leo covered his face with his hands, muffled cackles bouncing around the walls along with Mikey’s squeaky cackles as Donnie gave raspberries to Mikey’s stomach. 

“Jeeheez…you guys are really ticklish, huh~? I wonder how long they could last…what do you think, Don?” Raph asked before going back to blowing raspberries on the slider’s knees, not showing him any mercy now. 

“I estimate about 3 more minutes or so…but it doesn’t really matter because I don’t plan on stopping until I hear an apology from Leo~!” Donnie tauntingly sang, laughing as Leo and Mikey’s laughs became more louder after that. “Besides, these two had what was coming to them for a while.” 

Mikey absolutely paled at Donnie’s tease. This wasn’t fair! This wasn’t fair one bit! He already apologized! He surrendered!But because of Leo’s stupid comment and the denial that’s he’s the most ticklish out of all 4 of them, they’ll probably be here for an hour! 

“LEEHEEO! LEEHEEON *squeak* PLEHEHEASE! JUHUHUST AHAPOHOL- *squeak*” Mikey cackled as Donnie began to blow raspberries on Mikey’s ribs now, scribbling his fingers along his sides too.

“So? What’s it gonna be, Leo? Have you had enough?” The eldest asked as Leo only glared at him through his laughter, throwing his head back again. Leo shook his head, banging his fists on the carpet. The poor slider was trying to act high and mighty but was still squirming like a fish out of water trying to get back into the ocean…

Or, in this case, trying not to get tickled to pieces.

“Stop squirming, Leo. You aren’t going anywhere. I could do this allllll day.” Raph teased as he blew another raspberry on Leo’s stomach. “Well, scientifically speaking, you can.” Donnie said, stopping giving Mikey raspberries but still tickling his stomach with both hands. 

“I was doing some research for um…scientific purposes and I figured out that alligator snapping turtles and softshell turtles can hold they’re breaths for an hour. So, as long as we take certain breaths now and again we could blow raspberries on Leo and Mikey’s ticklish tummies for as long as we-“

“WEEHEE GEHET IHIT!!!” The two youngest screamed, not wanting to hear anymore of Donnie’s “scientific discoveries” about how him and Raph were the most devious ticklish monsters on the planet.

Donnie and his dumb-dumb research.

“Huh…you don’t say…” Raph smiled, trying to test Donnie’s theory about the whole “not needing to breath thing for an hour” thing. He blew probably like the millionth raspberry on Leo’s stomach. 

 And…Donnie was right! Not that he had one single doubt on his immediate younger brother’s genius of course! It just sounded too good to be true! He will definitely be using this tactic on Leo and Mikey in the future…and maybe April too! He’s definitely not scared of the aftermath of when he does that to her… 

Raph smiled, not being taking a single breath as he continued to give a raspberry to the back of one of Leo’s knees. Raph was enjoying this new skill he could do very well! Leo on the other hand…was going absolutely ballistic.

“NAHAO, *snort* AHANYWHERE *snort* EHELSE! NAHAT *snort* THEHE KNEEHEEHEES!” Leo screamed, punching Raph’s thighs lightly again. “Awh~? Why not~? Is this a bad spot, Lee?” Raph teased into Leo’s knees, finding this whole situation quite amusing indeed. 

“OHOMIGAHAHA-!!! YEHES! IHIT’S *snort* SOHO FREEHEEAKING BAHAHAD!” Leo cackled, not knowing what to do but just laugh and kick his legs. He was absolutely defenseless! There was nothing more he could do but just take it! “So…it tickles? Would you say this tickles too~?” Raph asked as he began to nibble at the back of Leo’s knees along with giving raspberries at the same time. Or, “Raph-berries” if you  will. 

“RAHAHAPH! NAHAH- *snort* IHI HAHATE YOHOHAHAH!” Leo snorted, his hands starting to flap against the carpet floor, making light thumping noises. 

Raph laughed, a smile still plastered on his face- but instead of that eat shit-and-die” expression he had on earlier, this smile was way more fond. 

Fun fact: Anytime Leo was tickled by his siblings, he younger would start happy stimming with his hands. His siblings think it’s the most adorable thing ever- much to Leo’s disagreement.

And it was so funny because he couldn’t even deny that he hated being tickled (even though he did anyway)! The evidence was right there!

“You didn’t answer my question, little bro! Does it tickle?” Raph pressed on, eager to get an answer out of his younger brother. “ *YEHES! MY GAHAHAD! OHOBVIOUSLY!” Leo screamed, still trying to kick Raph off of him.

“Just making sure!” The oldest smiled sweetly, still not stopping his new ability on  the second youngest’s knees. Leo whined throughout his cackles, covering his face once more. “Don’t be like that, little bud! You know you love it!” Raph teased. 

“NAHAO *snort* THE HEHEHELL IHI *snort* DOHOHON’T!” Leo screamed, happy stimming with his hands again.

“Your body language says otherwise, bud.” Raph teased back. 

Back with the PB&J Duo, Donnie an idea sparked in the genius’ head. His eyes sparkled as he grinned at Mikey- causing the youngest to gulp in nervousness. He knew what his older brother was planning…

“Dohonatello- Dohon’t yohou dahahare…” Mikey warned, glaring at Donnie as a warning. But that so-called warning only made Donnie laugh. “Oh I dare. Oh I so, so dare, Angelo.” Donnie taunted before blowing raspberries on Mikey’s plastron where his ribs would be. 

The younger let out a glass shattering squeal, causing Donnie and everyone in the lab to flinch a bit. But like Leo- Mikey can’t really do anything but just laugh at this point. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE! DAHAN- *squeak*! STAHAP!” Mikey cackled, kicking Donnie in the side with his knees which only caused Donnie to chuckle. “I think our little brothers have mutated into a pig and mouse.” Raph laughed, both him and Donnie laughing at the comment- because they couldn’t really deny that fact that. 

“OKAHAY! OKAHAY!” Leo screamed, his hands flapping on Raph’s thighs repeatedly. The older chuckled at the gesture, fighting every ounce of him not to take a picture with Donnie’s phone right now at the younger’s adorableness. “Okay, what Lee~?”

“IHIHI’M SAHAHARRY!!” Leo snorted, his hands still flapping happily and Raph couldn’t help but laugh fondly at it. “Should we let them go, Raphie?” Donnie asked, still nibbling at Mikey’s plastron but eyes on Raph, waiting for his answer. 

“Yeheah, we should. We don’t want to accidentally kill them...” Raph said to his immediate younger brother, chuckling at his own joke. The two oldest stopped tickling the two youngest, letting the two just relax in they’re laps; trying to catch they’re breaths.

“Oho my gohod….” Leo breathed out, turning to his side so he could see both Donnie and Mikey. Raph laughed as he rubbed the younger one’s head; trying to soothe him. The younger teen squirmed, holding Raph’s wrist as the older laughed some more. “I’m not gonna tickle you, bud.” He said, continuing to rub Leo’s head as the red eared slider stopped holding his wrists, excepting the gesture. 

“Thahat was fuhun!” Mikey giggled with Leo, sitting up and leaning on Donnie’s plastron- now being able to use all of his limbs. The softshell then used his spider arms to give the pranking duo two glasses of water- which the two happily accepted. 

“Speak fohor yourself…” Leo giggly grumbled, putting the finished glass of water to the side after drinking it and leaning on Raph’s plastron. 

“So! I guess now you two know not to mess with your older brothers, right?” Donnie asked, wrapping Mikey in a hug before lightly squeezing his sides, causing the younger to let out a screech. “YeHES! We learned our lesson, okahay?! Jeeheez! Couldn’t you have warned us in text or something?” Mikey whined, pushing at Donnie’s face lightly.

“Nah. This was way more fun.” Raph and Donnie both said, smiling as the two youngest groaned fondly at they’re answer to Mikey’s question. 

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This fic has been a WIP for a LONG ASS TIME so I decided to finish as soon as my stupid exams ended and post it lol-

But srsly- I love this HC for Raph and Donnie sm it’s so evil <3 I hope everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :D

(Also sorry if the phrasing and/or pacing is weird- this is my first time writing with two lees and two lers- I dunno what I’m doing 😭💀😂)

P.S. Since Summer just started for me I will be able to work on more of my WIP’s so keep watch for ‘em :p

[hummingbird-of-light]

Prompt: Hold On A Little Longer

(Second story for Angstember 2024 by @ivystoryweaver)

"Farie! When will the damn order be ready?"

When she heard the chef's loud voice, Nomira couldn't help but flinch. Her glasses almost slipped off her nose and with a quick flick of her wrist she pushed them back into place before she finished garnishing the next plate and quickly pushed it to the others.

"Ready, sir!"

Sweat trickled down Nomira's forehead. This workplace was simply awful. The boss was an unpleasant fellow who bullied his employees to no end. If she had known that she would end up in places like this, the young Tyriuk would never have embarked on this journey.

It had seemed like the opportunity of a lifetime. When Nomira had finally been employed in Miss Harkem's restaurant at the age of 16 and began her training as a master chef, she had been called a natural on her planet. Within two years, she had managed to work her way up in the kitchen and had become one of the best employees. But it wasn't enough for Nomira.

When she was offered the chance to go on a journey through the galaxy, shortly after her master's examination, to learn different cooking techniques on various planets and improve her skills even further, the young Nomira immediately accepted. She didn't just want to be as good as Miss Harkem. She wanted to be the best.

Part of her knew that it would have been enough. She could easily have been one of the best cooks on Tyriuk IV. But there was a deep hope in her that maybe – just maybe – she would find her brother on visits to different planets.

For several months after her brother's departure, Nomira had received messages from him. Messages in which he had tried to dissuade her from her dream. Messages in which he had tried to convince her of his ideas and ideals.

But she didn't want it. She didn't want to live a miserable life like him. She wanted to be rich and free and carefree. She wanted to give her parents everything they deserved. And for this very reason, she eventually broke off contact with Malui and decided to live her own life. And yet ... If only she could see him one more time ...

"Faster, you stupid weaklings! There are more orders!"

That voice. Nomira gritted her pointed teeth angrily.

She had worked in so many unpleasant places and experienced so many bad things, but the chef on Ragulo V was the pinnacle. A lanky, ugly guy with six arms who believed that no one was as good as him. No one could please him. He paid his staff poorly and fired good employees again and again.

Nomira would have loved to say something, to give him a piece of her mind, but she knew that would be the end of the program for her. And she wanted to see it through. For her family. And for herself. She wanted to be the best of the best.

Just a little longer. She just had to hold on a little longer. But that was easier said than done.

When the bastard of a chef turned to Nomira's sauce and tasted it, he immediately turned up his ugly snout and spit onto the ground.

"Ugh! That tastes awful! I thought you were good! I expect better!"

Pointed teeth rubbed together. If Nomira wasn't careful, she would suffer permanent damage from this constant grinding of teeth. She nodded silently, but continued with the garnishing of the plates assigned to her.

However, a hard blow with a spoon on her beautiful long fingers stopped her and she suppressed a pained noise.

"Then redo the sauce! My goodness, do I need to explain everything to you!"

Another nod. Nomira would follow the orders silently. Better jobs would follow. She was quite sure of that.

Shouting, beatings, insults – she would get through it all.

And one day, when she had her own restaurant and was the most famous Tyriuk woman on the entire planet, she would show everyone that no one had the right to treat her that way.

"Faster! Work, work, work!"

As the chef turned his back on Nomira, she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the knife which she picked up to cut a few herbs.

As soon as she owned her own restaurant, one species was quite sure to appear on the menu. Even it would only be for a day or two.

[crunchypuppy06]

Been working on this since January but finally got this wof au done!

In it all stories & whatnot are all the same. But all dragons are decentant from dinosaurs!

Calling the au “wings of the prehistoric”

First we have the Mudwing descending from the ankylosaurus. Chose the Dino since both are hardy fellows.

The anky club has evolved into more of a shovel for scooping mud, aswell as another shovel-like spike on their snout

Then we ah e the skywing coming from the Querzelcoatlus! Chosen since the quetzal is known for their large wings, like the skywing. (I know quetzal’s aren’t dinosaurs but shhhh)

Skywings here are lightly fuzzed, like a quetzal, to assist in keeping warm in the mountain weather. Their mouths are now more beak-like. Their wings are also more jointed like a quetzal

Then my favourite dragon & dinosaur! The Seawing coming from the Spinosaurus. Chose them bc they’re both big water boys.

Sea wings now have a paddle tail, similar to a spino’s. Their wing webbing also has a distinct dip, resembling the sail of a spinosaurus. Their head is not mow narrow and long. Their pointer finger is now more large and curved, like a spino’s

Next, the sandwing and dilophosaurus! Chosen since dilo’s crest reminded me of the sandwing’s frilled spine.

Sandwings are now theropods and the frill on their head is more large and curved, resembling the dilo’s crest

Now another dinosaur I love! Nightwing and Shuvuuia. Shuvu chosen since they were a nocturnal dinosaur.

Nightwings are still quite similar to the cannon. But they only have 1 “finger” on their wings, like how Shuvuuia only had 1 finger and a more narrow head

Now the rainwing and drepanosaurus! Chosen since drepano was the closet thing to a chameleon

While I didn’t give the rainwings the drepano’s large finger, it’s still shown through the shape of their horns and in the claw on their wings. Rainwing’s limbs are more lizard-like aswell, more stubby and homosapian-like. Rainwings also have the drepano’s back hump. Unrelated to the dinosaur, in this au Rainwings have more viper-like fangs

And finally icewings and yutrannus! Chosen since yutran was a winter living dinosaur.

Icewings are now covered in fur-like down, similar to a yutrannus. The middle “finger” on their wing is longer than the other 2, like the yutran

Maybe I’ll do the silk,hive,and leafwing in the future but we’ll see

[sacriou]

I came across your posts a few times and oh mygod Im legit so obsessed with your Layton art I'm specially in love with the shaped noses you have been giving em recently it makes them all look so creature (<- fellow who does this often too)

You're giving us so much great food thank you so much :pray:

Wahaaa omg thank you so much!! It’s been an absolute delight to serve the Layton nation o7 And omg you soooo get it- it’s so much fun giving them super shaped snouts,, it’s one of my favorite character design tropes(?) ever and it makes drawing faces a little easier to understand stand to boot!

[cadoodledoodleydoo]

I'm thriving~ Nothing like the feeling you get when a fellow cool creator gives you the go ahead to let your ocs interact with their ocs!!! @tellotech's Star is still rattling around in my brain and they deserve some tender love and care. Wrote up a no-context fluffy short that's probably very OOC?? But I hope ya'll enjoy regardless!! Short Under the Cut ↴

They ran their fingers over the pastel green scars. The healed tissue was rougher compared to the peach fuzz pink that surrounded it. The large paw twitched under the attention but didn’t push them away, so they kept going. Mind wandering. Most of the zig zagging lines were thin and light, scattered across the limb like confetti. But as they trailed their fingers upwards, towards the wrist, the scars deepened. They dipped into the skin, the soft pastels turning into bruised nauseous greens. They could feel the wrist bones shifting under their fingers, could see them push the green up and down with small pops as they moved. Whatever had caused these scars had sat right on top of the joint. Their brow furrowed, fingers stilling. They could almost feel the tension there, feel their own wrist constricted and restrained, shifting uncomfortably within tight shackles. 

A cold nose nudged their shoulder, followed by a huff of warm air. It broke them from their thoughts, causing their shoulders to rise up with a shiver. Not because it startled them, but because it tickled. They turned then, temporarily distracted from the large paw across their lap. 

“Your thoughts are loud chispa,” the voice was soft with sleep, accompanied by a quiet purr that reminded them of a cricket song. Aven’s  mouth didn’t move with the words, they echoed up from her throat to settle softly in Star’s head, not quite thought but not quite sound either. They rolled the statement around in their mind, there was no judgment in its tone, no reprimand, no question. Just an invitation. One they could ignore or refuse if they chose to, even though they rarely did. They turned back towards the large paw, hovering their fingers over the scars once more, not quite touching this time.

“...Did it hurt?” the words fell from their mouth before they could really think on them. It felt like a dumb question. Of course it hurt. Just looking at the green stripes would tell anyone that it had hurt. Their hands shook a little before they lowered them back down to the paw, petting over the peach fuzz pink as if that could make up for asking the stupid question. 

Aven hummed, thoughtful, the sound vibrated up their back from where they were leaning against her long warm neck. She nuzzled their shoulder with her nose once more before pushing her snout under their arm, resting her head back down on the ground so they were properly encircled by her. 

“Yes, they did hurt. Sometimes they still do.” her tone was warm, gentle, safe, “But they are old now and I’ve grown since then.”

“We match…” those whispered words were just as involuntary as the last. Their shoulders bunched up high, metaphorical hackles rising. Embarrassed. So so stupid. The paw in their lap finally moved, turning to wrap its soft fingers around their torso, hugging them close. They inhaled sharply, tense, unsure. Aven’s snout nuzzled against their side again. Her purr rumbled twice as loud, their whole body was warmed by it. 

“We do match." The words bled with pride. But why? They turned to look down at her, desperately searching her face for any hints of malice or sarcasm but there were none. She tilted her head so they could better see the smile that was creasing her cheeks. But why? Why was that something to be proud of? 

Aven must have read their anxious confusion in the tight set of their shoulders, the furrow in their brow, the frantic kneading of their hands because she was hugging them closer still. Her large forepaw moving to cover both of their hands in her palm, they were so small in comparison. Her thumb gently ran over their scarred knuckles, tracing the criss crossing patterns the same way they had across her wrist earlier. She lifted her head till her snout touched just under their jaw, warm air huffing against their pulse point. Up this close her purr sounded like an earthquake. Their head was full with it. “We survived Star. We grew. We continue to persist. To exist. To live.” Her voice was so sure. The words spoken like a statement of fact. Like they were the truth. Full stop. Her thumb moved to brush against the matching scars on their wrist, gently pressing on the pulse there. Their hand gripped her large fingers like a lifeline, breath stuttering. “I get to take up space with you and you get to take up space with me. We get to match.”

[pursuitseternal]

Freaky Friday (or whatever day you get to this)

Kinktober is upon us; let’s set the mood!

Share a snippet/sneak peek from a freaky WIP or a project you recently worked on and tag your fellow smut connoisseurs to see what everyone's been up to. Enjoy the spice and happy creating!

Thanks for the tag @lady-of-imladris !!

*searches through collection of questionable content* Well, I will have to go with my specially prepared Spooktacular Werewolf!Sauron fic.

I give you a snippet from “Trespassers Beware:”🐺

CW: bestiality, werewolf orgy (is that a thing? It is now), possession of wolves, shadow Sauron who can’t take form (hence the use of the wolves)

As if to answer your desperate prayer, something hot trails over your mound. All you see is the hulking frame of that Great Wolf, eyes gleaming up from between your legs. “This wolf is strong, hungry,” your lover’s voice curls inside your mind, as if stoking your desire from within. “A most worthy alpha to use for what I have waited centuries to do to you once more.” His laugh spiked a new sort of shiver down your spine as the animal chuffed and sniffed your folds. “You better beg me to stay in control of this monster…”

“You wouldn’t for one second relinquish control to another,” you snap in return, “no I trust you to be in complete control to enjoy this perverted union.”

“Thousands of years and you finally have learned your fate,” his words brushed like a loving caress. “None shall have you as I have, not in this world or the next….”

His words soften as you feel the cold press of a snout between you folds. Hot and cold mingle in one delicious mix, making your every nerve light on fire. Hot breath, chilled nose. Hot tongues and saliva between your legs and around your wrists as you lay on the freezing ground. An offering to the Wolf Lord himself.

Suddenly you feel heated mouths panting on you. A tongue slips between your folds, lapping and licking with ferocity. A hunger barely bridled. But you can see nothing but black fur now wreathing your vision. More beasts descend upon you, eyes glowing. All under his influence.

“If I must only take what is mine through these wolves, I might as well make use of them all.” His voice tickles in both your ears, sounding from between your thighs, echoing inside your very mind. “And I will use them all at once, in case you doubt my power…”

Maws lower to both your pointed nipples, coating both in matching swirls of wolf-tongues. Your body floods, unable to take the contact on your skin. The heat and the wet saliva that trickles from your cunt, slipping down the side of your body as all three mouths make sloppy work of your pleasure. A graze of teeth against one nipple sends a scream from your lips, you try to lift your hands, but more fangs press softly into your wrists.

And then you hear that low, throated laugh shiver through your body and mind again.

“Why such a hurry?” he chuckles. “I am starved since last we coupled, as are you from the smell of you. Be still, Princess, my tongues will do you some good.”

Tagged by your Wolf Queen:

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[considernature]

Hello everyone! Damn, the paddlefish article has really brought a lot of new folks to this blog! Welcome everyone, and thank you so much for joining this lovely little project of mine--I am so grateful that so many people have taken an interest in my work and in the species I want to help protect.

Since there are so many new folks here, I wanted to give a brief rundown on the articles I've written so far. In the last year and a half of this project, I've been able to write about seventeen awesome and unique species that are in need of further conservation attention. Here are some links to learn more about them:

Olm (Proteus anguinus): the OG and mascot for the site, this eyeless salamander manages to survive in its pitch-dark cave biome through incredible sensory abilities and supernatural patience.

Indian Purple Frog (Nasikabatrachus sahyadrensis): this comically-ugly creature is also incredibly mysterious, spending its entire life underground and only emerging for a single day each year.

Pygmy Hippo (Choeropsis liberiensis): this secretive, pig-sized mammal is the only surviving relative of the mighty river hippo, but lives a completely different lifestyle from its much more famous cousin.

Scaly-Foot Snail (Chrysomallon squamiferum): one of the weirdest animals on the planet, this snail grows a shell reinforced with iron and lives around hydrothermal vents deep beneath the surface of the Indian ocean.

Kaua'i Cave Wolf Spider (Adelocosa anops): this blind cave spider is one of the rarest arthropods on Earth, and lives in tunnels carved by lava flows beneath the surface of the Hawaiian Island of Kaua'i.

Shoebill (Balaeniceps rex): this huge African water bird uses its tremendous beak like a guillotine to smash and decapitate its prey.

Largetooth Sawfish (Pristis pristis): this relative of sharks and rays has a tremendous nose lined with teeth which it uses to dig up and swipe at prey, but that's not the only thing its nose is good for.

Takin (Budorcas taxicolor): this large goat relative is quite possibly the most mysterious large land mammal on Earth, as it lives deep in the forested mountains of China, India, and Bhutan.

Zacatuche (Romerolagus diazi): also known as the "volcano rabbit", this adorable little fellow is an excellent gateway into understanding the benefits of grasslands to ecosystems and human settlements alike. Done in collaboration with Mexico'a CONANP.

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Secretarybird (Sagittarius serpentarius): this badass raptor stalks the African savannah, using its powerful legs to deliver one of the fastest and most accurate kicks in the animal kingdom (and yes it's also the bird from Aggretsuko).

Manchineel (Hippomane mancinella): the first plant written about on Consider Nature (though certainly not the last), the manchineel is quite possibly the most toxic tree in the world, with every part of its anatomy steeped with a variety of noxious substances.

Gharial (Gavialis gangeticus): this crocodilian is a fish specialist, using its long, slender snout like a rapier to cut through the water and snag its prey.

Vaquita (Phocoena sinus): the most-endangered mammal on the face of the Earth, the Vaquita is a tiny porpoise that has gotten caught up in the black market trade of an extremely valuable fish bladder. Done in collaboration with Sea Shepherd International.

Pekapeka (Mystacina tuberculata): this tiny bat species is one of only 2 mammals native to New Zealand and spends more time on the ground than any other bat species in the world, despite being able to fly.

Angular Roughshark (Oxynotus centrina): this shark is native to the coasts of Western Europe and Africa, where it lives over a thousand feet beneath the waves and is rarely seen by people.

Marine Iguana (Amblyrhynchus cristatus): these iguanas are the only seafaring lizards in the world, and have developed a variety of remarkable adaptations to survive the extreme conditions of the Galapagos Islands.

And as always, if you have any suggestions, questions, or just want to say hi, you can DM me here or email me at considernatureblog@gmail.com. Welcome, and thank you for your support.