#i shake in my boots!!! /pos

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

grey is a wonderful color guys. :]

[writersdrug]

My brain is open to your bartender Ghost thoughts

Give me them all 🙏

Lordy this au isn't even an hour old and I have so many thoughts

He doesn't really know what to expect when you come in the morning after the interview. At eight am sharp, he watches as you trudge inside, wearing ripped tights, shorts, knock off combat boots, and a baggy shirt that's messily tucked into your waistline. It looks like you had put on eye liner last night and gone to bed, black lines smudged in a perfect "bedhead" look.

"Really?" He asks, arms folded and muscles buddging. "Come t' the interview in a skirt 'n dress shirt, n' show up t' the first shift lookin' like a wannabe biker chick?"

You scoff, pulling your hair up into a bun. "Didn't realize I'd be walking into the asscrack of "The Devil Wears Prada"..."

He huffs and shakes his head. You hve tough skin - good.

He had Soap come in early that day - poor man usually worked between 4 pm 'til whenever Ghost decided to close. He's still rubbing his eyes and yawning when a pen and spiral notepad are shoved into your hands, Simon pushing you towards towards the cook's table with a hand on your back.

"Hey, welcome to the 141." You say, no attempt at politeness in your tone. Ghost huffs fondly, appreciating how you cut through the bullshit. "Any appetizers today?"

"None o' that keech," Soap says, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching his brow. "Canna have a rusty nail 'n th' smash grunded, wel doon 'n with the bun scud - cannae stand th' aoli. Chips oan the side."

You stare at him, eyes wide in disbelief, before turning to Ghost. "Do they all sound like that?"

He grunts. "If they're drunk."

"Are you drunk?" You ask Soap.

"Feck if I know, tryin' tae figure it oot myself." He groans.

Ghost helps you decipher the words Soap had vomited out. You successfully punch it into the POS, only needing a few pointers from the giant over your shoulder. For the rest of the morning amd afternoon, he taeaches you which button on the soda gun was which, the difference between tonic water and club soda, how to run the industrial sanitizer - with a "ye best make sure that shite is rinsed 'fore ye stick em in there" from Soap - where the new kegs go when Gaz brings them in, where to find napkins and condiments in the walkin, how to cut fruit for the bar, and lastly, how to split your tips.

"But why do I have to pay you?" You ask Ghost, sitting at a table with your calculator app on your phone and a basket of fries between the two of you. "You make loads of tips just pouring liquor."

He chuckles, watching you pop a fry into your mouth. "'N you get a cut of sales from the kitchen, since you're part of it."

You perk up at that. "I do?"

"Seven percent." He confirms. "A decent payout on weekends."

"And Soap doesn't get tips."

"Johnny boy gets paid by th' hour."

"I don't?"

"If ya do well enough, ya won't have to." He says, resting his meaty forearms on the table. "You'll be walkin' out with hundreds."

You chew your lip nervously; Simon's eyes linger on the movement, shifting his weight - the polyester seat creaks beneath him as he observes you fretting silently, the silence only broken by the sound of Soap prepping in the kitchen. "Don' worry too much 'bout it. You're young - jus' keep a smile on 'n you'll be fine. Soap 'n I got your back tonight, but I'm not pickin' up your slack after the week passes."

The fry you're steering towards your mouth falls to the table as Simon stands up. "Tonight?!" You exclaim, shimmying out of the booth.

"Yep. Sixteen hundred."

You glance at your phone. "That's in an hour!" There are kegs stacked by the front door, unpolished and enrolled silverware on the bar top, and half of the chairs are still stacked on the countertops.

"Best get to work then, hmm?" Ghost says, grabbing a container of lemons and moving behind the bar.

[guilty-pleasures21]

Neighbour's son Miguel

I'm just stretching this out to keep you guys on your toes 😈, but I already have it all planned out and it's so cute!!!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Warnings: None.

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Neighbour's son!Miguel who started uni two years ago - just like you. You bounce on the balls of your feet as you search the airport for wavy brown hair and that signature O'Hara smile, and your heart thuds in your chest when you find who you're looking for. “Gabe! Auntie!” You rush over and give each of them a big hug. “My car’s just outside. How was your flight?” Conchata sighs as you take her arm and start guiding them towards the carpark. “It was horrible, mija. So cramped and so noisy! Juro po Dios, I am never getting on another flight again!” Although she’d left their father years ago, no longer able to stand the constant abuse and affairs he’d carried on shamelessly, she’d wanted to wait until her sons had finished school to move back to the house her ex-husband had left her in the divorce. Gabe grins at his mother’s dramatics as he pushes the trolley behind you. “Be careful what you wish for, mamà,” he jokes. Conchata shakes her head firmly, standing her ground. “No. If you or Miguel ever want to see me again, either you get on a flight or you stay with me forever.” You laugh as you get into the lift to go down to the carpark. “That doesn’t sound too bad,” you mumble softly, your heart fluttering at the mention of your old friend. “How is … How is Miguel?” 

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose mother exchanges a knowing look with her younger son at how shy you’ve suddenly become. The two of you had fallen out of touch over the last few years, the miles of ocean between you too great an obstacle to overcome at your young age. But your mothers had stayed in contact, gossiping over how neither of you had truly been able to let go of the other, even after all these years. They’d planned Conchata’s ‘welcome back’ barbeque for the first day of Miguel’s summer break, not-so-secretly hoping that the two of you would take a liking to one another and eventually end up together. “He’s fine,” Conchata assures you, patting your arm as the lift doors open. “He'll be here next week in time for the barbeque.” Gabe leans over as he pushes the trolley out of the lift and towards your car. “He said he's heading to the airport straight after his last exam!” he reveals excitedly. “He was all like ‘¡Ay, Dios! I can't wait to see Y/N again! She looks so pretty in her pictures on Instagram. I hope she doesn't have a boyfriend or anything.’” You cover your face with your hair as you help Conchata into the passenger seat. Had Miguel really said that about you? You’d definitely never thought the exact same things about him: how handsome he’d grown to become, how none of his pictures had ever included a pretty girl by his side, how he’d apparently spent his prom night with his friends instead of any date. Definitely nothing like that. “Right. Sure.” 

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose brother chuckles as he loads their bags into the back of your car. “Well, just so you know, he's never had a girlfriend. And he hasn't met anyone in uni either,” Gabe reveals to you, his tone teasing. He shuts the boot, then starts climbing into the backseat. “And even if he did and has secretly been lying about it to us, I can one hundred percent assure you that she won't be there when he goes back next year. That's the Gabriel O'Hara guarantee.” He couldn’t imagine his brother being with anyone but his childhood sweetheart - the girl whose life his own had been so intricately intertwined with from the start. And if he were being honest, he’d always suspected that his brother had secretly felt the same, forever subconsciously comparing every girl who crossed his path with the one who’d held his heart from the beginning. You laugh at his words as you pull out of the parking lot, trying to not get your hopes up. “Sure. I’m gonna hold you to that, Gabriel O'Hara.” Gabe leans over the back of your seat, a mischievous grin on his sharp features. “Of course!” he agrees easily. “Anything for my brother’s little bombón.” You bite down on your lip to stop a giggle from falling out as your heart flutters at the familiar term of affection.

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose flight landed an hour ago. You rush around your backyard, helping your mum get the food set up for the barbeque. “Y/N!” your mum calls. “Can you call Roshan? I need him and Gabe to help your father put up the fairy lights. That man is so stubborn!” You smile as she continues muttering about your dad, her voice fading away as she goes to help your sister with the ice box. You wander back into your house and find your brother standing in the kitchen, his head in the fridge as he searches for something to munch on. You nudge the fridge door and fix your brother with an exasperated look when he straightens. “Seriously?” you ask. “Can't you just wait half an hour for dinner?” He shrugs and pops another ball of chocolate-coated wafer in his mouth. You sigh and roll your eyes as you close the fridge door. “Mummy wants you and Gabe to help Papa put up the fairy lights. They're in the backyard.” Your brother leaves to find your parents, but you hear his voice filter in from the entrance. “Miguel?! Hey! How's it going! How'd you get so huge?!” Your heart stops when you realise that he’s finally here: your best friend in the whole world who you’d thought about at least once everyday since he’d left all those years ago. Wait. Did that make him your Roman empire? Wait. What did that even matter right now?! The only thing that mattered was making sure you looked your absolute best when you finally met him again! You spin around, meaning to rush over to the bathroom to check that your makeup was all right, but you stop in your tracks immediately. “Hi.”

Continue

[two-crows]

oh my lord... going to leave my rambling below hELP

Ring of Fire - 3

THIS HAS BEEN MY FAVORITE CHAPTER TO WRITE SO FAR.

cw for lots of blood and violence...

Synopsis:

Will Birdperson be okay after the pair's confrontation with a Federation officer, or will there be two casualties heavy over the desert tonight?

How can Rick explain his actions after taking away his friend's only chance at finding the group responsible for massacring his people?

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Blood drenched the both of them. 

Wings- powerful and expansive- smeared blood along Rick’s face as the bottom edge of the appendages rested along his forearms, his hands a wiry cage beneath his counterpart’s biceps. 

It wasn’t exactly the best way to lay low, either. Music hushed and Warekins turned their necks at unnatural angles beneath their hoods as the men passed- their unsettling four-eyed stares wide and crackling with curiosity. 

Rick simply dragged his companion along the desert floor, ignoring the haunting murmurings that trailed along their heels. 

Red dust skittered in thin blankets around them, sparkling pink in the dimming rays of the sun, and eventually cooling to a muted dance of lavender. As the grueling star settled itself behind the mountains, he was able to haul BP up by his shoulders onto one of their equore at the edge of town. 

Rick was anxious. 

Not in the way he had been earlier- at being surrounded by the essence of his friend; at the prospect of dying himself. He was anxious now, because he knew there was a possibility that Birdperson could die and he could… 

Live. 

The ride back to their camp was eerily quiet- an occasional rattling breath or pained moan from the body slumped onto his own back the only sound daring to pierce through the fog of fading music. Rick could feel himself caving in, slipping one hand at an awkward angle in behind his back to rest against BP’s chest. 

The steady rhythm of his heart against Rick’s hand was the only thing that kept his mind clear enough to ride as he led the other willowy creature behind them. 

Finally, they neared that smokey aura of withering embers, and Rick knew he didn’t have much time before the Federation officers caught wind of their sighting. 

Quickly. He had to move quickly. 

His heartbeat thundered in his ears- hot and burdensome- as he lugged Birdperson unceremoniously from the back of the equore; his dark hat falling to the ground. 

Rick was shaking, and he wasn’t sure how he did it- or why. 

He knew nothing mattered.

He knew the man beneath him didn’t matter. 

But… He did. 

That was just the fucking problem, wasn’t it? Why he was here? 

He yanked each of their bandannas down to cradle their necks.

The night was solid and all-encompassing as it swallowed him, and Rick tried to ignore the chill of his partner’s skin beneath his unsteady touch as he ripped his counterpart’s clothes off- little grunts and sighs of agony lulling BP’s head to one side, sputtering out over the sand. Rick attempted fruitlessly to discern where the blood was coming from. 

God. 

God, there was so much of it. 

Everywhere. 

Coating everything. 

All of the times Rick had imagined Birdperson bubbling over and spilling onto him had never been quite as grotesque as this. 

Never so scary and foreign. 

Never swathed in such dread. 

Rick’s calloused fingers scratched over every inch of Birdperson’s torso- balmy and smothering- but he found no injury. 

He ran his hands along the soft plume lining the other man’s wings. Pinching, probing, prodding. Now stained crimson. 

Rick couldn’t feel anything but the burning in his throat. Bile threatened to rise up out of him, but he tamped it down. His nose smoldered with every effort to inhale, and he bit his lip so hard he could taste the metallic twang of his own blood coating his encumbrance of a tongue. 

Rick almost didn’t notice when BP’s eyes fluttered open, flashing with dismayed recognition. 

“Rick?” the other man croaked feebly, his voice trembling but stern. 

The relief that flooded over Rick was nearly palpable- tangible in a way that he could’ve sworn he could reach out and touch- as it propped up the thick coating of night air around them, giving him room to gasp. 

“Pers,” Rick said, tears of temporary respite stinging his eyes. “I—I need you to tell me where it hurts.” 

His voice was begging, caressing the man below him more than he had just been a moment before. He placed one tarnished hand flat on his friend’s chest, but something dark flickered over Birdperson’s features. Rick flinched. 

“Why?” BP snarled, his head lunging upward with a surprising amount of strength. 

The shock sent Rick toppling back a bit, his hat falling to the ground to rest near its ebony complement. 

Catching himself on his palms, Rick tried to push himself back up, reaching out towards a now-rising Birdperson. 

The more lean of the two settled onto his knees as his friend loomed overhead. 

It was dark, now. 

Too dark. 

“D—Don’t!” Rick cried weakly, something dry and caustic running faint cuts down the center of his throat. He splayed trembling hands onto Birdperson’s knees, the warmth of the other man’s skin seeping into his blood-soaked palms, and looked up at him through pleading lashes. “You’ll make it worse. Le—Let me fix this-“ 

The stare he met was bitter and cold- the moonlight only illuminating enough of his ally’s face to show the pointed blades of rage that roiled beneath his marble exterior. 

He looked wan and sickly, blood streaking and splattering every part of him- some of it now dried and cakey. 

The air was poignant with an eerie glistening sickness as Birdperson’s gruff voice cut Rick short. 

“You can never fix this.”

Rick blinked- tears of something the very antithesis of relief now threatening to claw past his reserve. He couldn’t figure out where this sudden ferocity had come from within a man he’d just dragged back here. 

He gripped BP’s knees tighter. If he could only…

“No. I—I know, but—“ 

Birdperson kicked Rick off of him, disgust twisting his features as he stepped backwards. His hands were up, and the look in his eye was like…

Like he didn’t even know the man knelt before him. 

Rick fell forward in a minute eclipse of sand. 

“No, you don’t.” There was nothing kind- no warm inflection- behind his best friend’s words, and Rick forced himself to stand, smoothing his wild mess of hair shakily. “You don’t know. You’ll never know. He was the only way I could—“ 

Birdperson’s voice wavered, and Rick buried the heels of his boots into the dirt to keep himself from extending a touch to comfort him. 

An audible swallow. 

BP continued.

“The only way I could— I could find them… The only way I could get justice for my people!” His voice was quiet at first, but slowly built into a serrated roar. 

Rick bit back another flinch, balling fists at his sides. 

“I know-“ he tried in a muted gurgle, but his partner was quick to snap back. 

“STOP SAYING THAT!” BP boomed, his voice a crackling missile flying overhead. This time, Rick flinched. “You don’t know. You’re… You’re a liar.” He stalked forward slowly, not unlike Rick had seen him do just hours earlier towards the Gromflomite, and Rick fought the urge to cower in his presence. One wing- where the injury must have been-hung limply at Birdperson’s side as it morosed along the earth. “You said you had no one. You have a daughter.” 

His friend’s tone was now dark and sinister, snaking its way through the night air like the wind commandeers which direction the seeds fall in the spring. 

Only this pushed Rick back. 

Rick’s breath caught in his throat. 

“Y—You don’t understand,” Rick beseeched, searching for any sign of recognition on his companion’s face. There was none. “It’s not like th—“ 

The impact of Birdperson’s fist with Rick’s jaw reeled his head to the left, his narrow mess of limbs following him in a clumsy-like blunder. 

Rick fell forward slightly, hissing through his teeth and only receiving a moment to bring his fingers to his lips. They pulled away a glistening trail of spit-sullied scarlet, and he’d barely looked up again- his heart caving in on itself- as the second blow threw him back. 

This one twisted his nose at an unnatural angle, blood seeping down his face, and he couldn’t even find it in him to fight. 

Falling to his knees, he cried out- only to be met with the compact force of his friend’s rough leather boot. 

A kiss between lover and friend. 

In another life, he would have done it willingly- gently- as an act of tender devotion, but here and now, it was all Rick could do to not keel over and wash his feet with his hair as blows rained down upon him. 

He wasn’t sure how long he let his friend land blow after blow to his contorted frame- how many minutes, or hours, or years he must have spent writhing in the dust and debris- but, finally… it stopped. 

Rick sucked in a tortuous breath- his ribs aching- and fumbled for the cause of the sudden interlude. 

Why his friend had stopped. 

He’d deserved it. 

Looking up through swollen eyes, he saw the contents of his wallet had scattered along the ground. 

Dozens of polaroid photos littered the floor of the campsite, and Rick nearly jumped out of his skin, wincing and grabbing his ribs, as he attempted to shakily collect them. 

There were photos of Birdperson sleeping in the orange cast of firelight, aliens milling about in hoards, colorful rays of starlight, twists of neon space time, but not-

Panic overtook him. 

If he’d— If he’d lost it—

Then he noticed what BP studied: 

A polaroid photo perched between the bloodied knuckles of his left glove as he crouched low to the ground, a few paces from Rick’s heaving desperation. 

Rick’s heart sank. 

The pause before either of them spoke was deep and thick- concentrated. 

Finally, Rick broke the silence. His voice shook, and the tears that cascaded down his battered cheeks were nothing more than salt in his wounds. 

“I… I had a daughter…” he choked, reaching out and snatching the photo back. He shoved it into his wallet, half expecting another jab or kick, but… 

Nothing. 

“How did…” his friend whispered softly, not moving or daring to meet Rick’s gaze. “Did they take her, too?”

“No.” Rick said flatly, his tongue too burdensome of a thing to bother chastising. “The- uhhh… The guy who— who killed them… He’s not… I couldn’t find him if I tried.”

“How did he know?” 

“I dunno.” Rick shrugged earnestly. “I’m the most wanted man in the galaxy, s—so… I guess it was only a matter of time before the, uhh… before the Feds found out.” 

It had been long enough that Rick could dismiss the fears of Federation agents trailing them as a frantic thought blossomed from his panic. 

He crawled a few paces towards his friend, placing one hand on his shoulder. It mirrored their position earlier- behind the crates; before this shitshow- perfectly. 

Only now they were broken. 

Maybe they already had been.

“Can I?” Rick begged faintly, and Birdperson gave a tight nod. 

Rick worked quickly, stumbling over to his bag at the edge of camp and retrieving a first-aid kit. 

How foolish of him to leave the healing rays on the pocket ship. 

His hands were anything but stoic as he mended what he could of the hole in his friend’s wing. Both of the men cried silently, and neither of them spoke. 

Rick’s heart ricocheted each time his hand brushed the bare sides of Birdperson’s corded abdomen- soft against the bristle of his touch- and he chastised himself for not being able to shake the thought of closing the distance between them in an embrace. 

Instead, when he was done and BP’s wing was bandaged, he settled for placing his shaking hand over the other man’s where it lay pliant and weak in the dirt. 

To his surprise, Birdperson didn’t shrink back; or flinch; or punch him again. He flipped his hand over and… squeezed.

A hard, grounding grip. 

Suddenly, the air didn’t seem so heavy anymore, and the men leaned back- as if in some unspoken flurry of intimate connection- and lay on the ground together, side by side. 

They both perused the stars above them, hand in hand, and Rick wondered how many of those stars were just tricks of the light. How many of them were dead; eons away. 

In a lot of ways, maybe both men had flickered out ages ago, too. Maybe they’d gone supernova long before now- just recently dying out here. 

Their persistence finally dithering in that gradual drought that ate all rivers. 

Even as all of that waned, Rick couldn’t help but think that something flowed within them now. If not between the men and their pasts, perhaps between the men and their futures. 

Between one another- and Rick believed that tide pulled Birdperson, too. 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt… human,” Rick said, indicating what he meant by giving the hand within his own a brief compression. 

“I’m not human,” BP laughed mutely. “I don’t think that has anything to do with it.” He returned the squeeze. 

“I’m sorry,” Rick let out in a husky mewl. 

“I know. We won’t give up.” Birdperson’s tone was sorrowful but genuine. Another breath passed before he shook off the words, welcoming new ones. “Do you like it out here? On the run?” 

Rick thought for a moment.

“I don’t think about me,” he settled on. “Don’t think anyone does.” 

“Who said I don’t?” The whisper was anything but silent, and Rick’s heart cleaved itself back to life beneath his raw rib cage. 

They lay there for a while, Rick almost nodding off, until Birdperson extended a finger towards the sky. 

“A shooting star,” he breathed, a lazy smile stretched over his face. “Beautiful, don’t you think?” 

It was, but the starlight Rick sought when he agreed wasn’t in the sky above them- but in the pair of eyes next to him. 

He was mangled and bloody and broken, but so was Rick. “…Yeah, man… Breathtaking.”

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[d0g-water]

Imagine Quackity's girlfriend playing Animal Crossing with him 😭

I was watching Quackity's old vod of Animal Crossing so this is inspired haha!

one of the best birthday gifts you've received was a nintendo switch.

it was gifted to you by one of your bestest friends, and you expressed your gratitude to her with your eyes lit up in front of your boyfriend (who was totally not jealous)

"is it really that good of a gift? stop smiling like that.." alexis pouts, his eyebrows narrowing at your ramble about all the games you're going to make him buy.

you smile at him wider, holding up your first brand-new switch, "we can play games together, alex! you didn't think about that?"

no, he didn't.

you weren't really sure, but you swore you saw alex's face turn pink right after you said that..

~

you sit on his lap as he helps you set up the console, his arms and hands wrapped around yours, guiding you throughout the process.

"can my username be alexsgirlfriend?" you ask him,

"wh- no!" he answers.

that ended up being your username anyways.

~

as you finally finished, alex looks through the games he bought you, "which one do you want to start with?"

you already had one in mind...

"animal crossing."

so, as spoiled as you are, he plays with you.

the second alexis enters your island, you give him the biggest scowl he's seen. "ew! your character is so ugly!!" you say, "what is that?!"

his character was truly ugly to you, but funny to him. you wonder what explanation he has for it. he gave it the ugliest features and strangest clothing designs...

alex laughs and says that you don't understand, and you don't, because now you have a whole animal crossing date with an ugly avatar.

"your island has peaches? mine has oranges." he shakes one of your trees, collecting all of your fruits. he's practically stealing them all..

"you're greedy, why are you taking my fruit??"

"i need bells!"

you roll your eyes to play off that smile you almost had, he's so cute it's dangerous.

"come on, you wanna go fishing instead?" you suggest to him so he wouldn't steal any more fruits, scooting closer to him.

he gives in, but warns before the two of you begin, "i suck at fishing..."

his character throws the line at what seemed like a large fish in the water, "i'm going to catch it and sell it!"

he's really desperate for bells.

"it's not going to be a fish, alexis, watch! you're going to catch a tire or something..."

gosh, you love picking on him. it's so fun and he's so cute about it..

"jeez.. you're my girlfriend, why do you hate me so much?" he pouts like he did at your party, as the fish finally bites the hook of alex's rod.

you don't say anything just yet, you wanna see if your joke became a reality. it probably didn't, or, well--

it did...

"it's a fucking boot???" alexis nearly shouts out, his face shocked like he saw a ghost... his voice sounding a mixture of genuine confusion and concern.

you can't help but laugh your ass off.

there's no way you manifested it.

"you're an asshole, y/n!! what the fuck?! a fucking boot??" alexis couldn't believe it, all of that confidence for nothing!

you're laughing so much, coughing out and choking on some spit.. you were literally just joking.

"let's do another activity then!" your smile can be heard through your voice, alexis wasn't looking at you but he knows the dumb look on your face.

alex covers his mouth with his hand, as he tries to think of what to do with you...

he doesn't play this game often, and you only know a thing or two because you sort of... kind of... played on his console.

"let me piss off one of your residents." he takes his net out, running off to look for one.

you didn't really know what he meant by that, so you follow him.

"i'm scared for what you're going to do, baby."

he tells you not to worry about it, but you honestly can't trust him with this. you know he's not up to any good...

he creeps behind barold with his net out, then pressing the control to hit his head with it. he sees the angry dialogue from poor barold, making fun of him instantly.

"barold?? who the fuck is named barold??"

you almost laugh too, but that's your villager! you have to defend him...

"leave him alone, alexis! he did nothing to you." you smile, running in circles around his avatar as the bear stomps away furiously.

"hey, you were about to laugh too, babe! i know you hate that motherfucker." he defends himself, by using your held back laughter.. you don't want to admit that it's a bit absurd... because barold?

"you're horrible, alexis."

your head rests on his shoulder..

you have the cutest boyfriend ever.

[someone1348]

Okay! Because it is the special 400! We are starting my surprise series me and @dallyhall came up with based on the episode "Down With the Sickness"

So pretty much the premise is: you know the captain cuddle cakes or stage 3? We changed that up! Stage 3 becomes the ler stage! When they get sick and enter stage three everything ler wise is amplified (They all fear Mikey)

This is the Stage 3 Series!!! I'm so excited to write this!

We're starting off with Leo! I hope you enjoy!

The people in this: Ler!Leo, Lee!Donnie, Lee!Mikey, Lee!Raph

Tw: some intense tickles sort of! And a Mention of being panicked, That's about it other than that it's adorable!

Thank you all for 400! This is for you guys! I love you all so much! :] /p /gen /pos

-K :]

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Stage Three: Leo!

"ACHOO!" Time seemed to stop right then and there. All three turtles slowly turned to look at their brother in blue.

"Leooo? You okay buddyy?" Raph asked him calmly. Being sick wasn't new to them, and none of them, minus Donnie, were worried about catching anything, but things have changed. Recently, because they have grown, the stage three of being sick for all of the turtles has changed from captain cuddle cakes to the ultimate tickle monster.

Everything was enhanced, it was like having a ler mood times 3000. That's why everyone was shaking in their metaphorical boots right now. It has been too long since one of them got sick, they could not afford this right now.

"Guys, I'm fineee! Don't worry! It's allergy season!" Leo dismissed their worries but the more time went on the more he started to not feel right, did he eat another poison puff?, no no, hmm, uh oh-

"Is it hot in here?"

Their eyes widened as they all looked at him again,

"Stage One!" They shouted in unison, really starting to panic now. Leo sighed and looked at them, trying to calm everyone down.

"Guys really I'm f-fi- achoo!" He sniffed "I'm fine!"

"Quarantine him!"

"No! Guys! Raph! Put me down!" Leo complained before they gently threw him in a room putting up the special sick divider they have for occasions like this.

"This is stupid I'm not sick"

"He's in denial" Donnie said in his normal monotoned voice

"He's moving to stage two!" Mikey said dramatically as he slid down the length of Donnies arm onto the floor.

"Relax! He's in there, when he gets to stage three we'll be safe!" Raph said confidently as Donnie gently and soothingly rubbed the top of Mikeys head.

The three of them went to do their own thing. Mikey cautiously came back with soup which Leo thanked him for, things seemed to be normal. Either he wasn't in stage three yet or stage three went back to captain cuddle cakes but that's impossible...right?

Mikey rushed to get the others "guys! Leo seems normal, were we wrong about him being sick? Has stage three changed back? I don't know what's going on!" Mikey babbled before Donnie shook his head 'no'

"No no, he's definitely sick, maybe he's playing mind games, to try and lure you in for stage 3"

Mikey whimpered in fear before giggling a little in anticipation.

"Shhh Mikey! We can't wake up stage three!" Donnie whisper yelled as the three of them peaked around the corner to check on him.

Eyes widened as they saw that they were staring at nothing.

"Uhhh guys...he's gone" Raph spoke as he looked down "Mikey?!"

"HE'S GOT MIKEY!" They shouted together as they looked around

"He was right here! Great Galileo! we are doomed!" Raph placed his hands on his younger brothers shoulders

"Breathe Donnie, We have the advantage, prepare yourself and let him have Mikey! You know he's the most ticklish anyway! Maybe he'll only go for him"

"You're right! I wish you the best of luck, big brother" he wiped a fake tear as Raph nodded

"It's been an honor, little brother!" Raph saluted him as they went their sepreate ways.

Mikey, on the other hand, had been taken away and put in his room "m-my room? But why?" He was so confused, this was so different than other stage threes before.

He heard a distant giggling, and then a million different portals illuminated the room covering almost every inch of the space but the floor. Mikeys eyes widened as he turned and tried to follow the giggling but it sounded like it was coming from every direction.

"Leoooo" Mikey whined cautiously, aware of the giggles that threatened to spill out from Mikeys lips as they bubbled up in his chest. He felt a poke to his side but when he turned there wasn’t a hand in sight.

Another poke

And another

"Leheheo! Quit poking mehe" Mikey quickly covered his mouth. The youngest knew he was doomed as the low chuckle that once echoed all over the room made itself present again.

Mikey spun around and was now face to face with the man himself "Boo!" Leo said as he pulled Mikey into a portal that took them to the soundproof garage,

"Now I can get those precious giggles of yours all to myself~" Leo smirked as he held Mikeys hands up above his head with one hand.

Mikey couldn't contain the giggles, Stage Three: The tickle monster stage.

"Leheheo plehease!"

"I haven't even touched you yet giggles~" he wiggled his fingers teasingly at him, Leo's classic smirk grew tenfold as he scanned his little brother for the first spot he would go to

"I'm saving those precious knees for last, for right now~ these ticklish sides of yours are calling my name!" He thought out loud before gently squeezing and scribbling alll over Mikeys sides, letting go of pinning him down so he can use both hands.

Mikey squeaked before he lightly tried to push at Leo's hands. "LEHeheHeO! NOhoHoHo!" He giggled like a little kid, which made Leo smile.

"You're too adorable little brother! I knew picking you first was the right choice, Once I heard those giggles it was quite an easy decision~" he booped his nose as Mikeys face dusted a light pink.

"IHihit's a blehehessing and a cursEE HEHE LEHeHeO!" He squealed before the tickle monster in him decided it was time for his littlest brothers stomach to get some raspberries

Mikey lightly pushed at his head as he tried to get away "IHhIT TIhHicKles!"

Leo giggled "I would hope so, hmmm I'm not satisfied yet, let's say we move down, does that sound good gigglebug?~"

Mikeys eyes widened and he chirped as Leo dragged his fingers down his thighs to his knees gently tapping the tops of them

"LEHEHEEO! DohoHon't! Thahat's my tihihickle spot!" He giggled with anticipation and spoke so innocently as if he hadn't been tickled many many times before by his big brothers, especially Leo!

"Oh? Right heree you say?~" Leo giggled as he gently squeezed his knee caps and listened to Mikey snort.

"LEHEO!"

"Tickletickletickletickle!~"

Leo scribbled all over his knees from the tops of them to underneath them leaving no spot untickled.

"NOHOHOHO!"

"Yehehes~" Leo giggled along with him as he gently flipped his youngest brother over and blew raspberries behind his knees.

Mikey chirped and snorted again "LEHEHEO PLEAHAHAHASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!"

"Oh does this tickle too?~" he asked with a smirk as he gently nibbled behind his knees

"EEE! YEHEHES-" He snorted again as his fists gently hit the floor "ALOHOHOT!"

"We're almost done cutie pie" he teased him like any big brother would as he gently dragged his teeth from the back of his knees to the back of his thighs.

Mikeys laugh went silent before he snorted and let out his genuine laughter "LEHEHE LEHEHE!"

Leo giggled and stopped as he rubbed away the ghost tickles before gently rubbing Mikeys head "Time to find the others, adios Hermano~" he winked portaling Mikey back to his room and them himself to the living room to start looking for the others.

Leo giggled as he wandered the house, "Raphieeeee come out come out wherever you areee~"

Raphs eyes widened as he covered his mouth. He didn't even hear Mikey get caught how is this possible?! He was hiding behind the biggest arcade machine they have. The sound of the machines rattled with Leo's teasy voice getting closer and closer with every passing second. He had no time to think about it, this was game time if he's caught it's over.

"Raphieeee I'm gonna getchaa!~" He smirked as he popped his head into the arcade "now this looks like the kind of place my big brother would be~"

Raph put another hand to his mouth trying to hold back any threatening giggles that lingered in his throat.

Leo tapped every machine until he got to the one Raph was hiding behind. With a smirk he teased "Oh where could he be!" He giggled a little, peeking his head over the side of it. "I found you my little Raphadoodlee~"

Raph squeaked as he tried to get away before Leo gently pounced onto him wasting no time scribbling all over his spikes

"Leo! Wait!- NOHOHO HAHA!-" Raph snorted mid-sentence as Leo's smirk grew and he continued "Dawww what's the matter? Is Raphiee Ticklwishh?~" He spoke in his baby voice as he switched between Raphs ribs and his spikes

"LEHeheOOHO! KNohoHocK IHit OHoFf!" He tried to squirm without hurting him but his face started to get redder than his bandana

"Look at your face!" Leo giggled before blowing raspberries to his spikes "Does it tickleeeee?~"

"LEHEHEEO!"

"Coochie Coochie Coo wittle Laughy Raphhiee~" He smirked, watching his older brother crumble gently to the floor in order to try and hide his face

"LEHEHEHEHEO PLEHEHEASE!"

"Okahay okahay!" Leo gently rubbed away the ghost tickles before walking out of the arcade. "Be good for me now giggles i've got a scientist to find~"

"Oh DONNIEEEE~" he wandered out of the arcade towards Donnies room/lab.

The purple clad turtles eyes were already wide upon hearing Raphs laughter from his lab, he thought for sure Leo would have been done after both of them but-

"Oh my banana pancakes I am doomed" he spoke quietly before his lab doors were busted open

"Deee Deee~ my favorite twinnn come give your brother some giggles~" Donnie squeaked as Leo was already tackling him gently down to the floor faster than he could blink! Mikey had the strength but Leo for sure had the speed.

"LEO!"

Leo smirked and scribbled all over the top of his thighs "Tickle Tickle tickleee~ wittle DonLEE~"

"LEHeheO! COhohoMe OHohon! NOhot Fahair! LehEhet MeHe GohoHo!" Donnies pleads went in one ear and out the other as Leo gently flipped him over and lightly pinched all over the back of his thighs

"Tickletickletickletickle! You know you have the most precious laugh in the whole world Dee Dee~ I could listen to it for hourss!" Leo smiled as he blew raspberries all over the back of his thighs.

"NohOHOHO! NOHOT TRUHUE! LEHeheO sTAhaP IhIHIT!-" He snorted after his sentence making Leo giggle some more before gently bitting all over the back of his thighs

"LEHEHEEO!"

"We're almost done gigglebug~" he gently dragged his teeth down from the top of the back of his thighs to his knees

"LEHEHE LEHEHE!" Donnies face turned crimson as he stimmed happily

"Okahay okay" Leo giggled gently rubbing away his ghost tickles before getting off of him.

"ACHOO!-" Leo sneezed again before he gently fell asleep. Donnie took him back to quarantine before gathering the others.

"It's official stage three is over!" Donnie spoke with great pleasure as he looked at them all, red faced and some still giggling.

"I haven't laughed like that in so long" Mikey said as they all agreed,

"Let's try and keep our distance until it clears and hope none of us gets sick" Raph spoke as they nodded

"Right!"

A few moments later

"ACHOO!-" uh ohhhh...

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I hope you all enjoyed this special! I can't wait to write the rest of this series but I'm gonna have everyone vote for who's next!

Also credits to @aninabanina6969 for the Laughy Raphie nickname! That was all her, not me! Credit where credit is due!

Thank you all for 400! You all mean so much to me and I'm so happy for this incredible community, for all of you, for the wonderful people I've met here and more! You are loved, you are appreciated, you are important and valid and I'm so proud of you! Never forget that!

Have an amazing day everyone <3

-K :]

[teddybearspankingoffurski]

Yes ma'am

WELL I MEANNN

Karen did say that if it was you she would sooo hdjsmwkdj

Oh shit for real?

I mean- I mean she's fuckin' hot

I'd literally pay to make out with her

Or her husband

Or both

At the same time

...... excuse me for about 5 minutes will ya?

[malleusthehammer]

Humanity and Gods playing baseball!

Tee hee i got this in a dream :3 anyways this is just gonna be a silly little thing with my more favorited Gods/Humans just cuz :3 Hope u enjoy!! (i’m sorry if some of these r ooc -~-‘) Also it’s divided by yk humanity vs gods so yeah. Also if you enjoy this, my requests are open!!

Jack the Ripper

This gentleman is very hesitant going up to bat. I’m telling you. Bro is SHAKING in his boots but won’t say anything.

Def closes his eyes when he swings. like GGGGGSGSGGAGS

This mf IS FAST AS HELL THO.

Won’t Can’t slide for shit

More than likely right or left field. He’s fast and quick on his feet so he seems like a good outfielder.

Please tell him to keep his cap on. AND DONT LET HIM PUT IT BACKWARDS.. i love this man to death but he has A HUGE forehead (god bless ~<~)

Okay let’s say he doesn’t wanna play- he bat boy ong. He be getting those bats.

BEST TEAMMATE EVER

he is the best comforter when u get down on urself for striking out or missing a ball (me)

this dudes number is 18- idk why he just seems like an 18 guy

in other words this man has my heart.

Buddha

Mf chill as hell. Bro will be slacking but yet be an amazing player like HUH?!

Wears his cap backwards 100% so that like one strand of hair is out like always

Bro is always sneaking candy and the blue calls him out on it.

2nd or shortstop. Since he can see how the batter is gonna swing he can already predict where it’s gonna go so he’s like on his feet all the time

Bro hits the ball and just watches it before taking his time walking the bases (i mean technically you can do that)

He looks HELLA GOOD in a baseball uniform

mfs number is probably 69..

LAUGHS SO HARD when someone messes up

overall he’s just a hell of a good player like dayumn !!

Kojiro Sasaki

lowkey a good player

bros title is literally “Worlds biggest loser” So he swings at everything. I mean ik he’s can predict battles or whatever but i’d feel he’d have a harder time predicting pitches

He’s and old man. that kinda speaks for itself. so he kinda slow/pos

First base man. he’s tall- flexible and yeah- 1st base bro

HE STICKS HIS PONYTAIL THROUGH THE BACK OF HIS BASEBALL CAP ITS SO CUTE

THAT OR HE BRAIDS HIS HAIR OMGG

this man LOVES sunflower seeds like absolutely (who wouldn’t?! Buddha..)

slaps people on the back REALLY hard when telling them good job

Hates cleats. just hates them for no reason

Very confused on how to swing a bat but gets it in like 2 tries

THIS MAN CAN SLIIIIDDEEEE

if he isn’t playing 1st- he’s probably centerfield :3

DEADASS HE’LL LET YOU DO HIS EYEBLACKK!!

bros number is like in the 70s. more than likely 72 idk it just feels right lmao

sometimes wears his jersey open? like not buttoned >:3

I LOVE SASAKI SM HES AWHEHEGSFSG

Qin Shi Huang

Bro is the pitcher. nothin else.

still wears his blindfold on the mound obvi :3

BRO HAS AN ARM.

can slide decently

Hella fast like Jack.

Clean up batter? yk he be hittin it then just bringing all the ppl on base in

He’ll strike someone out then be like “Hao!!”

Slaps people on the back like Sasaki

my man is just and overall vibe so like mmhmm

The teams biggest cheer leader

I’m feeling like.. 59?

Dude he thinks he looks so good in the uniform and he does

sometimes since yk “The road is where i lead” he just starts walking around the bases randomly.

random as hell but he has like really sweaty hands

PLEASE PLEASE DO THIS MANS EYEBLACK. PLEASE.

just overall a silly little goose :3

Nikolai Tesla

THIS MAN IS GOING TO WALK UP TO TJE PLATE AND TRY AND EXPLAIN HOW THE FUCKING VELOCITY AND SPEED OF A BAT WORK.

totally not a sucky hitter..

3rd base- he’s quick quitted and 3rd doesn’t call for too much movement

his glove has those damn tesla coils n shit

bro spent ages like making his own glove and shit

THIS MAN. THIS MAN LOOKS SO FINE IN UNIFORM.

Jogs around the bases.

I’m feeling like.. 47 for his number

Dude will be pondering on second base when he’s running, thinking of anything BUT baseball at that time sooo

Dude would be AMAZED at pitches

someone would be like “SWING TESLA” and he just does the thing where he tuts them and shakes his finger and goes “No, non, nem, nein..”

He’s just.. a lot to handle.

Don’t ever take him to a baseball game. he’d get hella bored and just leave.

His hair is like- LUCIOUS in the sunlight

dude can not stay still in the dugout he’s always pacing

Yeaahh that’s it :3 i’ll probably do a Gods version later but my asks are open! so feel free to ask abouttt rn im mainly doing RoR but i’ll dip my toes into somethin new soon!!

[zmediaoutlet]

Happy Wincest Wednesday! As today is my wedding anniversary, maybe a little low-key anniversary celebration for Sam and Dean?

Dean comes back to the motel room with six pack of beer -- standard -- and a bag of takeout chinese -- standard, and hopefully he actually ordered the ma po tofu even if he was making fun of it, because Sam's seriously been having a craving -- and a tiny, palm-sized teddy bear, which Sam only discovers when Dean says think fast and chucks it at his face, and Sam does catch it but barely, and then holds it in both hands, baffled. It's purple, soft, and wildly cheap. Probably made by the million in China, somewhere. "What the hell," he says.

"C'mon, baby," Dean says, sugary, which makes Sam look back up at him, horrified. "Can't a guy do something nice for his best girl?"

"Uh," Sam says, "no?", but luckily Dean's expression cracks and he grins more naturally. He cracks a beer and then a second, and leans his hip on the table next to Sam's laptop, and Sam looks back down at the bear, wondering if it's -- cursed, or something. Probably not but, then again, Dean calling him his best girl. Something cursed is happening here.

"Had 'em at the register at the Circle K," Dean says. "Along with those, you know, little roses in the crack pipes? Blast from the past. Think it's prom around here, soon, or something."

The bear's got little black bead eyes and a vinyl triangle patch of nose, which has been sewed on crooked. On one foot, Sam sees, there's a red silky heart, which Sam touches with a thumb, and then looks up at his brother.

"Know where we are?" Dean says.

"I would've said Earth, but--" Sam says, and holds up the bear, raising his eyebrows in a way that should get Dean to spill, but Dean's actually waiting for an answer, his mouth still tugged up soft at the corner. Sam drops his hand, holding the bear in his lap, thinking. "Uh, California. Off the 5, Bakersfield, the Pearl Motel--"

"Bakersfield," Dean says, and finally hands Sam his beer. "About... hell, fifteen years ago now. I think that's right."

Fifteen years ago? That was... when Dean was going to hell. Dean with a deal dragging him down, and the darkness roaring up. They did come to Bakersfield, Sam remembers, finally. A hunt, while he was trying to come up with anything that'd fix it, and Dean hadn't been happy exactly but he hadn't been lying anymore and that was something. Sam sets the teddy on his laptop -- it's badly balanced and tips over, ear bonking gently against the spacebar -- and Dean gets his boot between Sam's ankles, swivels the desk chair so Sam's really facing him. Not really smiling anymore but his eyes still soft. "This is where we were when I decided to believe you," Dean says. Sam sits up straight. "Even if you were nuts. I don't know. I just -- believed you. How you wanted to fix it and I thought maybe you could. I don't know if I ever said thank you for that."

"I was wrong," Sam says, a sorry acid curving through his gut, but Dean shakes his head, says, "All's well that ends well, Sammy," and that's a pretty lackadaisical way to dismiss being murdered by demons and destiny but Dean lifts a shoulder, glances around at the motel room where they're safe, alive, together.

"Bakersfield, huh," Sam says. He remembers more, now. A -- ghost, it was. And they burned the bones, and Sam almost got his arm torn off but didn't, and when they got back to that other motel all those years ago --

Dean's grinning at him, now. "Remember?" he says, and Sam does, in growing and delightful detail that somehow hasn't been blotted out by all the years between that night and this one, all the times Dean's spread his legs or Sam's gotten on his knees or the hurried grasping in tight dark corners or how sometimes Dean will look at him and Sam can't, physically, do any other thing but step close and get Dean's face between his palms and lean down, press his lips against where Dean's smiling, because he can't come up with any other way to say what it means -- what it has always meant, even when times bad or were awful or were just -- what they had to be, for them to both get to the next time that could be better.

"I didn't get you anything," Sam says.

Dean tips the teddy back over, so its little red-hearted foot is pointing Sam's way, and then reaches out to clink their beers together. "No big, Sammy," he says, and he's still grinning but his ears are turning that telltale red. "I'm sure you'll think of something."

[skullshroomz]

hello hi shaking (in my boots) might i perceive some kev n streb cuddles or pet name callin. they got me weak in th KNEES /pos

This took forever I’m so sorry

[nectardaddy]

shaking in my boots about what u think of this omi smau i'm quite literally shaking 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

I'm going to pass out /pos

I- ness you're going to rewire my brain with this and I will thank you for it

you write omi so well and I will actually die with this /extremely pos

[itsyagurlchip]

I swear i laughed so hard as well stopping in every dialogue because - no Offence - cringe reader/pos

And the WIG XDDD gotten me laughing so hard! I really liked this! It made me think "hmm, in the tmnt fandom i don't thinn i ever saw an oc who look like going through their emo phase".

But i kinda wondered what splinter and Berry would think of this

part 2 ig lmao

no warnings we jump right in like Leo did (💀💀)

*sighhhhhhhh* here we are again...

you were 13 now, really thinking that you were emo

but not like you did when you were a child

no no no

This time-! you listened to Jon Bellion, Panic! At the Disco, AND SleepToken.

Infact, you even found that old wig!

Shaking the old dusty thing off, you sighed in relief, ready to show the new you!

Honestly you were more in it for the aesthetic rather than the personality-

You had a new confidence!

A new style, one that looked better than ever!

And you had to show your dads of course!

"Daddy! Daddy! WAKE UP!!!" You shouted, stumbling Splinter out of his greasy brown cushion. After blinking in aftershock, processing what had just happened he sighed in relief.

"Yes Pink?"

"Look at my new skirt! Isn't it pretty?" You spun around in happiness, with your black heavy boots stomping the ground as you did so.

Splinter looked at your whole outfit, trying not to snicker at the wig, actually impressed by what you'd gathered together. You had a pleaded, plaid and grey skirt that barely touched the middle of your knees. You paired a sleeveless turtleneck with a chain and a black jacket hanging on your forearms. And, of course, some very thick black boots.

You actually looked nice. Aww, look at his little sweetheart!

Splinter actually thought you looked cute!

Aww, look at his babygirl

(Splinter totally doesn't have favorites)

Doing something that she'll regret by next year ❤️

At least you have fashion sense

It just runs in the family I guess ✨✨

(*cough* that wig *cough*) u sure u brushed out the rest of that dust???

Genuinely though, compared to last time, you looked great!

So much so, it caught Draxum's attention-

On your phone was Cure For Me playing, modified headphones tucked as far as they could into your head. Walking past Draxum, you caught his eye of curiosity.

"Hey you!" He pointed, squinting comically.

"I have a name you know..."

"Nuh uh"

"Just call me pink"

"You may LOOK like Pink, but the sweet Pinky Pie I know doesn't wear articles of clothing so dark in shade I cannot see her skin."

"Ok Dad."

Bro really didn't know who you were at first.

For the first week he really thought you were a stranger traversing thru the lair.

Even went as far as stealing your wig for "DNA samples to ensure who you perceive as Pink is actually confirmed as such"

After he realized that it was actually you he just shrugged it off

Never really understanding human fashion, or any fashion that didn't contribute to the style of science.

Only thing he felt was a drop of curiosity as to why? Other than that he went on with his day.

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[90108s]

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SOBS 🥹

oh jesus FVHDJDDJ SOBS NO I SHOULF BE THANKING YOU 🫵🏼🫵🏼 i look forward to courage of stars updates every week and i have no idea when i basically started crying over each chapter but oh my god when i tell you the latest one Broke Me HDHDJDHH

your link click fics are always so guhhhhhhh i am holding them in my hands and screaming i really love how you write the trio i,m in so much pain about it (i haven’t 100% recovered from spinning silk) and the conflict between cheng xiaoshi and lu guang in stars just hurts SOOOO bad i was shaking so damn hard in my boots for cxs my chest ached so much for him i jsut wanted to enter your fic and hold him in my arms ueueueeeeee

your lu guang voice is also one of my Fvaorites Ever you get him so well UGGUJHUJ speaking as someone whose favorite is lg the way you write him is so HdhdjdjdjdbkKdkf falls to my knees i am so incredibly unwell about it and i think i might’ve related to him feeling helpless in ch7 way TOO MUCH and i’m just like boy i’m going to shake you by the shoulders so aggressively!!!! (while crying)

and qiao ling OUGHGGG she is so good she loves her boys so much she loves her little brother so much but she is so utterly Terrified. She did not witness [REDACTED] on her own but she is probably just as afraid for cxs as lg is and we don’t talk about it often enough AAAHHH i think it’s so interesting to hear her thoughts abt lg i know she is his friend and that she loves him too but of course she will feel cautious it is so Complicated. the mutual understanding that they have when it comes to cxs is just so so good ghhhh i want more ql & lg in my life

good lord im so sorry for rambling a bit FFKDLFK i am sooo Normal about stars the fic i feel so ordinary about it. (← guy whose eyes hurt after they read it yesterday) i get so shy talking to fic writers in any way because i’m like scratches head how do i quickly explain to you that your work has changed rhe trajectory of my lif. so i was very surprised to see you in my inbox AKDKSKF oh good god. I’m looking forward to more crying to courage of stars AHH i don’t know how you do it i really don’t 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 lc fandom is so lucky to have you fr fr even though you continue to inflict emotional damage upon us /pos 🫶🏼💗💗💗

[deadeery]

Hello I am very obsessed with your art the crisp lines and your colours are everything to me shaking in my boots !!/pos

Do you think you'll ever post a tutorial/speedpaint ? Showing maybe how you choose colours or how you shade, things like that (mb if you already posted one and it flew past my radar)

Have a nice day !

THANK U so much!!!!! to be honest my process is super hectic and messy, and i never really have a clear goal in mind other than the main focus of a piece (im really bad at visualizing things <\3) also i use procreate, so the speedpaint videos don't show my process of color picking and layer editing

buuuut if ur still curious heres my vid for my Ace piece, sense u didnt clarify (i used my sabo piece as reference for proportion and cohesiveness) content warning for flashing screen / lights

as you can see, i mess around a lot with my shadows and tones, and never stick to a certain color. Art is about experimenting around after all :) but to a little more in depth for my process, im a MAJOR warm tones user, and use softer colors for flats, while i usually pick cool tones such as green and purple (and blues, in this case) for shadows. Also i never really use actual pure white, always opting for light yellows or green/blues. It just makes it pop a little more imo for lineart, sometimes i stick with black, but other times i will go for a deep blue hue, if i feel like it brings out the flat colors more. Another big thing is i LOVE messing with layer modes, which alter my colors a lot. Some of my biggest uses being luminosity, color burn, and any light modes

Anyways im not an expert artists or anything and im still learning and experimenting as much as the next person, so im not all that organized and clear with my process so i apologize, but if ur still interested i could try making a clearer process tut in the future !

[edith-is-a-cat]

Edie's Moots!!! - Archieved.

The ones I've interacted with (alphabetically organized)

💕@angelhairpastawithherbs - Mx. Rose Moth!! - HAS THE SAME MOTHMAN SHIRT AS ME AND THATS HOW WE BECAME MUTUALS SO LOVELY (thats why you are called Rose Moth in my head!!) #mx. rose moth!! 💕

🐙@azulashengrottospiano - Ms. Auburn!! - DWAYNE THE ROCK JOHNSON IS MY MUTUAL GUYS /j, Seriously so very lovely love dropping art in there inbox. *Silently foaming at the mouth with their writing* Literally feels like a celeb followed me back. Tumblr mom/oldest sister skjdnbvkjerfl ily /p and thank you for being so nice to me #ms. auburn!! 🐙

💫@bloody-puppets - My child!! - HIIIIIIII *spins you around like a hula hoop* Yes his tag may have been "father" but those are lies this is my child. Acc snatched up and will help u around tumblr bc you are child. please ill make a terrarium you you goobers #my child!! 💫

@ - Mr. !! - OMG TELLS YOU ABOUT EVERYTHING IM EXCITED FOR YOU WELCOME IN!!!

#mr. !!

🎩@dapperceature - Mx. Dapper!! - EHEHEH IVE MISSED YOU UNDERTALE FANDOM AND ITS SO COOL THAT I HAVE AN UNDERTALE MOOT ILY MWAH /p #mx. dapper!! 🎩

🍬@ - Mx. Ferris!! YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE AND BE RLLY NICE AND SUPPORTIVE FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN MY BLOG BEING VERY BLUE, why thank you the rolls will be done in a bit. (ALSO PICKED ME UP BY THE SCRUFF AND ADOPTED ME?) My favorite moot to chew on #mx. ferris!! 🍬

🦀@fryofthefrench - real person. WALKING NONBINARY PRIDE FLAG 🫵 #mx. samsung!! 🦀🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🫵

🐍@l7k-a - Mr. Haru!! - I THINK I LOOKED AT UR PROFILE ONE TIME AND THOUGHT ABOUT FOLLOWING YOU THEN I CHICKENED OUT-- NOT TODAY and u like Basil freaking spinning and shaking. U r like my dad... you have asked me to sleep and isn't late several times. love u sm #mr. haru!! 🐍

🪻@h2llish - Mr. Devil!! I have a fourty bucks, and hopefully the ability to drive soon, wanna grab food?? #mr. devil!! 🪻

💪@i-like-forgs - Mr. Ryoko!! - reads your posts like I read the newspaper, making dramatic gasps ever now and then. I love being to see a little bit of your life. Rattles the bars of my cage, I'm so happy to see you. #mr. ryoko!! 💪

🐎@jangletam - Junior!! - Ken irl -- carefully fits you with a lovely cowboy hat and matching pair of boots #robin jr!! 🐎

✨@officialdaydreamer00 - Mx. Irene!! Picked me up off the side of the road after I reblogged one of his things an unholy amount of times (it was so cute tho I plan to read more when I have time :3!!) #mx. irene!! ✨

💤@vntey - Mx. Leo!! - Ur cool i like you goober #mx. leo!! 💤

🌸@ - Mr. Momo!! - PLEASE PLEASE you are so cute and sweet and im a seal plushie to you omg my heart <////3 /pos thank you for existing here bpufvbehbtvhrbtvhbrv you are so neato#mr. momo!! 🌸

🎀 @shinysparklesapphires - Ms. Sapphire!! - HSHVJKDNVJERVHJBERHD PRETTY MAGICAL GIRL SO COOL HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-- u r so neat I would love to hand feed you (edible) glitter #ms. sapphire!! 🎀

🪷@twistwonderlanddevotee - Ms. Sofia!! - THE WAY I STOOD UP AND RAN AROUND WHEN I SAW U REBLOG THE THING WITH THE PRETTIES WALLPAPER EVER-- I hope you get so much pretty stickers get you arts and crafts supplies and gives you stationary cause i feel u would like it (btw DO NOT WORRY ABOUT TAKING LONG BUT THAT WAS JUST SO SWEET AND I HOPE YOU DID SUPER WELL ON UR FINALS!!!!) #ms. sofia!! 🪷

🐇@twst-om-lover - Mx. Nightmare!! - spins you like a basketball #mx. nightmare!! 🐇

🐇✨@vivislosingitagain - Mx. Vivi!! Can we turn the ocean into tea together??? And then have a tea party if ocean tea doesn't taste weird! (I decided the second emoji for you hope you don't mind!!) #mx. vivi!! 🐇✨

🐈‍⬛@v-anrouge - Mr. Aster!! - You can have some of my blood if you want, fun fact, my blood type is ab so it's not really too useful if I donate it. I would love to bake you something and sit you down to watch a ghibli movie. I really like scrolling through your blog its very neat and i wanna put stickers and sparkles on it. Internet dad. do i have to say more? #mr. aster!! 🐈‍⬛

⭐🐍@weskers-husband - Mr. Miles!! - Hi gremlin boy I'm very glad you are here, post your art right fucking now.. Cool dude please talk to him and be cool to him, if you are mean to him I'm taking your keratin (also check out his poetry account @poems-husband >:D) #mr. miles!! ⭐🐍

🦈@whspermy-name - Mr. Minty!! - *gives you a 10 pound bag of gummy sharks and BOOKS IT for the hills* #mr. minty!! 🦈

🐀@xen-blank - Mx. Xen!! - IM INVITED TO YOUR WEDDING??? GIGGLES AND SHAKES YOU LIKE A JAR OF PICKLES glitters you glitters you glitters you glitters you glitters you glitters you glitters you glitters you (EHEHE U R SO NEATO) #mx. xen!! 🐀 You are welcome to ask to be mutuals! I will usually become moots with you on my own if I find you interesting or we just interact a ton!!

[deathisararemercy]

Hey new follower here :D

I really liked the death x ghost! Soulmate! Reader you wrote and I would like to make a request if it is no trouble

So I had this idea of like a puss in boots x kung fu panda au (since they are both from dreamwork) Anyway, what would think Death would act around a reader who is just like Po and also has similar powers as him (Po)

It would be cool if you could write an headcanon of it but ofc you can also just ignore this if you feel uncomfortable or bothered by this request

Have a great day!

Death x Reader | Puss in Boots x Kung Fu Panda AU

A/N: Hello lovely anon! Thank you for sending in this request! This was no trouble at all. And I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the Death x ghost/soulmate!Reader AU! I might have gone a bit overboard with this, but I hope it's to your liking! Due to my poor memory of the other films, this will based on the events of the first Kung Fu Panda movie.

swanpit made a post with concept art/behind the scenes things that included how Death would look in Kung Fu Panda. Feel free to imagine him wearing that.

You two met when you were chosen as the Dragon Warrior and were nearly blown to bits. (Listen, you had to see that ceremony somehow.)

He definitely face palmed as he watched you soar above the sky. He had to hand it to you, that firework chair was a clever idea, but- how in the world did you not die?! And then you were chosen as the Dragon Warrior?!

He was willing to place bets on how long you'd last with the Furious Five. During your first few days of training, he was always in the shadows. Observing. Waiting.

But he was pleasantly surprised when you showed some competence. You had boundless enthusiasm for kung fu which he found very endearing.

He lurks in the shadows as you train, and over time, it's less of him waiting there to take your soul and more of him just watching you with fondness in his eyes.

He sees that you have an interest in food. Then learns you're a really good cook. He's been around since the beginning of time, sure, and he's had all sorts of food before. But he desperately wants to try some of your food.

Honestly, he really wants to talk to you, something Death definitely shouldn't do, but...

That first night, after doing...not great at training, you're asking yourself if you can really be the Dragon Warrior. Self-doubt weighs you down, welling up in a tight knot in your chest. You go out to get some fresh air and think (maybe stop by the peach tree?) when you see red eyes in the darkness. "Hello?" They blink rapidly and disappear. You feel a bit unsettled but decide to shake it off. Then a huge wolf is in front of you. You scream before settling into a very cool and very suave "AAAAAAAaaauhhh- Uh. Hi. Hi there." The wolf laughs a bit. When he smiles, you notice how his teeth are very sharp. "Hello, Dragon Warrior."

He gets you to tell him what's bothering you. He looks at you intently throughout, frowning when you finish. "You want to be a kung fu master?" "Yeah! Just like the Furious Five! I just...I keep messing up. What if it was a mistake? What if Master Oogway was wrong?" He scoffs with a smile. "Whether or not life is a series of events by fate or chance is up to you to decide. But I don't think Oogway made a mistake. You have the passion and drive. I believe in you, Dragon Warrior." You smile. "Thanks." But then your eyes widen. "Wait. I don't even know your name! Who are you?" The wolf hesitates for a moment before solemnly saying: "Someone I hope you won't have to meet again for a long time." You see the pin on his robe. "'Death'?" He smiles and whistles. You rub your eyes and when you open them again, he's gone.

He watches as you keep training with more enthusiasm. He's silently praying to himself that you don't get killed. Getting kicked down the stairs though...ouch.

He meets you at the bottom. "Hey..." you faceplant in the ground. "Are you really going to let him do that to you?" "It's Master Shifu! He's just helping me train hard. I gotta to get back up to the Jade Palace!" He offers you a hand, and you reluctantly take it. He's looking at you with a perplexed expression. "What?" He's just asking himself how you're still alive, but he laughs to himself. He just walks away, "Have fun training, Dragon Warrior," and whistles.

Misc thing but meeting Oogway before he dies and: "Ah! You're right on time." "I always am. Are you ready to go?" "Let me stand here beneath this beautiful peach tree for just a few more minutes. I have the sneaking suspicion Shifu will be here shortly, and I need to tell him something...isn't life beautiful 死 (Sǐ)?" "...yes. Yes it is."

When you head back into town to help back up at your parent's business, you are very gloomy. But there in the crowd- he's back again! That wolf! You don't know his name and you just say the first thing that comes to mind: "Death!" He stops walking and looks at you with those red eyes. He's a bit shocked- he didn't actually know whether or not you knew that was his name. But you were there, calling to him.

He is the one who gets you to realize the secrets of the Dragon Scroll. Your eyes light up, and he watches as you race back up the steps to the palace. Death really hopes that you'll be alright, and decides to follow from afar.

He is amazed and so so proud of you tapping into your power. A little terrified but mostly just. Amazed. "They're really something..." he whispers to himself.

After you reunite with the Five and Shifu, Death reveals himself to you. You're ready to fight him to protect Shifu, but Death insists he's not there to take him. You throw the first punch and you don't even see him move. But just before your fist meets his muzzle, he just grabs your fist, clicking his tongue. "Come on. Really?"

The Five spring into action, ready to defend Shifu and fight alongside the Dragon Warrior, but he just plants a small kiss on your hand. And everyone just freezes. "Whaaaa-" "Well done with Tai Lung, Dragon Warrior. I just came to congratulate you. And to ask for some takeout." "Oh, thanks- wait, what?" "Doesn't your parent own a restaurant?" "Oh- ohhh. Yeah."

Death wanted to confess to you, but there was a crowd he hadn't expected. That'll come later. He just says "I'll see you again..." and whistles as he walks away.

General Post Kung Fu Panda 1 Things

Death knows better than to get directly involved in attacks and fights in the town. His presence could bring more harm than needed. But he's always watching.

Whenever you get into a fight defending the town, you run into Death after. You'd think he was a doctor or something, and not literally Death with how tenderly he holds you and treats your injuries. You're usually fine and he knows you can defend yourself. But that doesn't keep him from worrying.

Yeah, he knows acupuncture. He bonds with Mantis about it and the two of them use it on you, given your consent.

He loves it when you cook. Your food is made with so much love, and it's absolutely delicious. He chats with you as you cook, looking at you with an absolutely adoring gaze.

He confesses his love to you when you two are sharing a meal. And his tail is wagging like mad when you reciprocate.

Sparring practice, sparring practice, sparring practice-

Death's fighting style is really similar to in TLW. Yours is a bit more spontaneous.

Death loves fighting with you. The practice and training is good for you, and you are a challenging opponent for him.

He definitely has a bit of banter with you, grinning when you bite back with punchy quips. "So the Great Dragon Warrior thinks they can beat Death?" He manages to knock you down or pin you against a wall, stealing quick kisses that make you lose your focus. "That's cheating!" He just laughs and does it again.

Whenever you accidentally break things out of strength or clumsiness, he's there to first make sure your okay then figure out how to fix the thing.

Death gives you stern talking tos when you're being too reckless though. "Just because you're the Dragon Warrior doesn't mean you can't die. You have one life, just like anyone else."

WILL GIVE YOU COMPLIMENTS. All the time. Self-deprecation is a no. If you show any signs of insecurity regarding anything, be it your physical appearance or your skill as a fighter, he listens then tells you all of the ways you're incredible and what he loves about you. More kisses.

You're quicker to forgive and a bit more kind than Death. You're usually the one who has to talk him out of going after people you've fought or those who are particularly rude to you.