#i’m watching mayhem guys could you tell

[hotchsdoormat]

british haley getting blown up and immediately asking for her purse is very girlboss of her

[numinousher]

CHANTAJE! (xxii)

SUMMARY: being under the watchful eye of the media and your fans, your managers are in desperate need of regaining back your popularity after other influencers who hate you cause mayhem to your life. what best way to do so by having you pretend to be in a relationship with the popular 7 who are known to be intensely wealthy and stoic? will you be able to regain their trust or will they go with their promise of damaging your reputation even more?

WARNING(S) FOR LATER: gore/blood/murder, harassment/bullying, mental health talks (nothing badly triggering), child endangerment (mc was a child actor, again nothing badly triggering. if there is, there will be a warning)

NOTE: im watching love island and oooh some piss me off

TAGLIST (CLOSED): @parapiop7 @an-ever-angry-bi @softforyoongles @thenaverse @chansatlan @juju-227592 @skyys-universe @carolinexkpop @reallysparklychaos @namjooncrabs @savagemickey03 @drunkzseok @svnbangtansworld @2ne1unni

“I am not going. I kissed her!”

Jimin said as soon as Jungkook and Taehyung asked him if he was going to go with them to go visit you. He wasn’t in a mood to go and the boys had been confused as to why he was acting that way considering he was doing fine the day before.

“You kissed her?” Jungkook asked with a frown, sitting next to the man on the couch. Jimin nodded, his arm going up to cover his eyes from the flashes of the kiss you two shared. “How was it?”

“I want her,” Jimin groaned out. “I want her so bad. I want to kiss her, I want to do everything with her and to her and I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Namjoon asked as he entered the living room, Jin by his side with a book in his hand. “Don’t tell me you took my advice to kiss her even when you told me you wouldn’t.”

“Namjoon, I really need her,” Jimin said with such need the others perked at the sudden breathy tone he was using. He looked desperate as he thought of you and the way you looked at him with those eyes of yours he so desperately liked. “What the fuck is going on with me? I was not like this.”

Jin snorted. “You obviously have a big crush on her just like how Namjoon and Jungkook have it.”

“Huh?” Jimin’s head snapped in the direction of said men. “Out of all of us, you two just have that crush on her?”

Namjoon shook his head, hiding the sudden bashfulness by clearing his throat and biting his inner cheek. “I don’t know what crush you’re talking about. I am loyal to you.”

“I find it much more disloyal when you’re not honest with us,” Jin said with almost a stern voice. Namjoon sighed and groaned with the same sound Jimin had let out.

“Fine, fucking idiot made me fall for her because of him,” Namjoon grumbled, gesturing to Jungkook who gave him an incredulous look.

“What the fuck did I do?”

“Did you just call her an idiot?”

Ignoring the arrival of Yoongi and Hobi, who had come in to bid them goodbye due to a meeting they have, Namjoon continued. “I had to put this front and I’m the one who needs to protect you guys, every one of you. There’s so many people who are still trying to “ruin” us, whatever the fuck that means, and she could be one of them.”

“Yeah, but this situation is different,” Jungkook defended you, his arms crossed over his chest. “She didn’t reach out to us. Chan-woo reached out to her instead. Mind you, she almost tried walking away from this had it not been for Jin who told Jimin to go apologize.”

Namjoon gave him a look before walking away. “Take Jimin with you. It’ll make her feel shitty if she knew they kissed and he’s automatically avoiding her.” Jungkook snorted but nodded, picking up Jimin from the couch with the help of Taehyung. “And if Jae is there, make sure to tell her I need to have a chat with her boyfriend.”

“He already apologized,” Jimin muttered, fixing the collar of his v-neck long sleeve.

“To you?”

“No, he had been sending Y/n messages and even bought her flowers as an apology,” Jimin answered, sending Jungkook a brief glare once he was given the car keys by said man. “Wait, do we pursue her?”

“‘Pursue her’ is crazy,” Jungkook and Taehyung laughed as they opened the front door.

“Shut up.”

Knowing the question was clearly aimed for everyone, not just Namjoon, the older ones simultaneously glanced at each other. They knew each other’s boundaries and knew what stance they stood on when it came to bringing another person into their relationship. They would be open to it, but they all have come to an agreement that if that person cannot bond with everyone or wants to join the relationship because they’re attracted to one of them, then there will be no “pursuing”. There would be no point in adding a person who does not respect their boundaries.

As for the younger ones, Namjoon knew Jimin suffered the most jealousy. Jimin was confident in himself and everyone and he knew they valued loyalty as much as the other, it was a reason why he loved knowing he didn’t have to be worried about someone trying to interfere in a relationship that they shouldn’t interfere in. It’s why he didn’t like you at first. He saw you as a threat because of the way you were arranged to fake date for publicity. You were already close to all of them even without doing a lot of talking, even without getting to know them. Maybe he had it all wrong.

“We cannot make her be in this,” Hobi breathed out, placing his hands on his hips. He gave them all a pointed look. “If she wants to, fine. But we cannot pressure her.”

Yoongi nodded from beside him. “As of this moment, just be there for her, and continue getting to know her. She’s a good person so, just be with her and know her better than the day before.”

“Okay. We’ll be back.”

You kissed Jimin. You have kissed Jimin and Namjoon.

Were you a homewrecker? Yes, you probably were. What if they all came to your house to yell at you? Oh, God, your anxiety cannot handle that. You won’t even have the chance to run due to the fact you were still injured and you had help from the crutches to maintain your balance.

Namjoon, though, was the scariest. What if he comes to yell at you that although the 7 of them were fake dating you, there is no reason for you to kiss Jimin? You were so stupid. You don’t even want to see Jimin. You shouldn’t have pursued him or even talked to him the way you did. He was in a committed relationship and your relationship with them was strictly professional. You’re a professional, so why the hell are you acting like an amateur?

You needed to end this, after all, the news about your alleged bullying has died down and you still had job opportunities because everyone who personally knew you, knew the rumors were lies.

“The boys are here ma’am.”

You shook your head, waving her words off because maybe if you didn’t see them, they might not yell at you. “I don’t want to see them.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Min-seo walked off with a nod, leaving your bedroom door slightly ajar. She walked down the stairs and came to find the three men already inside the house. She gulped.

“Miss Y/n doesn’t want to see you,” she announced as soon as her feet stepped of the stairs. “She’s not feeling well.”

“Look, now she’s avoiding us because of you,” Min-seo heard Jungkook say, who flicked Jimin on the forehead with his fingers. He sighed and turned to look at the poor shaking maid. He softly smiled. “Where’s her room?”

“I don’t think she’d want you—”

Jungkook’s face morphed into one of seriousness. Min-seo felt her heart speed up at the way he looked so scary. Where was the friendly man just a second ago?

“Where is it?”

“It’s the first door to your left,” Min-seo said, shaking her head. She stepped aside and watched the three heading up the stairs very quietly to not alert you. Taehyung bowed his head as he passed by and even made sure to give her the flowers that were for you so she could put them in water.

Hopefully, you wouldn’t get mad at her.

“So, avoiding us, huh?”

You jumped at hearing that familiar voice and looked up at the three men. You frowned. “I told Min-seo not to let you in.”

“Don’t get mad at her—”

“I’m not mad at her,” you scoffed out before squinting your eyes at them. “I’m mad at you idiots because I know you probably intimidated her.”

“We would never.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Chuckling, Jungkook stepped closer to sit on the edge of your bed, his thumb rubbing onto the gauze wrapped around your ankle.

“How are you doing?” He asked with such softness to his voice you would’ve done a double take if it weren’t for the fact you started noticing that he spoke to you with that tone very often. “Jae told us what happened.”

“I’m doing better,” you breathed out, quietly thanking Taehyung who passed you some snacks. He sat next to you, while Jimin, who you were hoping to avoid longer, stood on the end of the bed. He kept his gaze on you. “The swelling is starting to die down a bit, but the pain is bad.”

“Yeah, because you fucking fell down in the morning,” the boys all turned their heads to look and came to find your sister there. She wiggled her fingers to say “hi” and placed your lunch on the nightstand. “Hello. Nice to see you guys, again. I came here to keep her some company but I have work, so I just went to go do her something real quick.”

“Thank you,” you smiled at her, closing your eyes as you felt your younger sister kiss you on the head.

“What do you mean you fell down?” Jimin finally spoke up, arching a brow your way. You ignored him and took a bite of your food, hoping he could take the hint you weren’t going to tell him the truth. He rolled his eyes and looked at your sister next. “What happened?”

“She went to go open the door, testing fate or whatever because she was dumb as hell for doing that,” your sister started, getting sidetracked by her own commentary before shaking her head and continuing. “Anyway, she opened the door and mind you, she didn’t have her crutches so, as she was walking back to her seat on the couch, she tripped on the leg of the chair and fell. Thankfully it wasn’t bad, but she did land on it when her doctor said to keep off it.”

“Really?”

Softly groaning, you ignored the men’s gazes and waved at your sister goodbye. She enthusiastically waved back.

As she left, Jungkook’s eyes turned dark with sternness. “When someone tells you to stay off that foot, stay off that foot. It’s not good for you to damage it even more, okay?”

“Okay.”

At hearing you dragging the word, he gripped your chin and angled your face in an angle where your eyes could meet his. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

He smiled, loosening his grip to rub the pad of his thumb on the side of your face. “Good girl.” You bit your lip to hide the bashful giggle threatening to escape and cleared your throat instead. “So, how are you doing right now?”

“Better,” you breathed out. “But, I’m worried.”

“Why?” Taehyung asked, eyeing Jimin’s quietness.

“It’s too quiet,” you replied, softly nibbling the nail of your thumb. “There hasn’t been any rumors so far and that’s nerve wracking.”

“Hmm.” The three boys glanced at each other once you let your gaze fall on your fingers. They didn’t know what was going on either, but they were still figuring everything out and had contacted your lawyer and theirs. Namjoon hasn’t even been sleeping well because he was staying up finding evidence to prove your innocence. Though you didn’t need to know that. “Listen, don’t worry about that right now, okay? Just focus on getting better. That’s all that matters in this moment. Do not stress yourself out.”

Sighing with a shake of your head, you took a close look. “Why are you guys even here, by the way? It’s like 12 in the afternoon. Don’t you have work today?”

“Don’t worry your pretty head about that,” Jungkook sweetly smiled, tenderly brushing away a strand of hair from your face. He looked at you with eyes withholding an emotion you couldn’t decipher and you couldn’t help but admit it made you feel something. Not going to lie, though, the way Jungkook looks at you has you feeling some type of way majority of the time. Not just that, you see the way he looks at you when you accidentally catch him doing so. He drives you crazy. Jimin drives you crazy. Hell, Taehyung drives you crazy and it doesn’t help that he’s so close to you to the point his warmth is invading your space. “Do you want me to break Hyung-min’s ankle?”

“I-” You didn’t think those words would come out of his mouth. Rapidly shaking your head, you waved him off. “No, no. He has apologized.”

“I’m just wondering why he thought it was a good idea to carry you in his arms while running,” Taehyung muttered out. He shook his head in disbelief and sighed, his facial expression changing to one that resembled Jungkook’s. “Just say the word and we’ll get rid of him?”

“You mean, like, killing him?” You asked, a frown etched on your face. Silence. “Oh, God. Leave the man alone. That’s my best friend’s boyfriend so you cannot touch him.”

Jungkook leaned in and tilted his head to the side. “Protecting him from us?” He lightly jutted out his bottom lip. “But we’re innocent.” You gave him a look that made him chuckle. “He’s not getting away with this. He knows and Jae knows, too, if anyone is to touch a single hair from your pretty head that Taehyung and I are in charge of them.”

Your heart sped up at the words. God, you had read books about men like them, and you swore to yourself that you would cringe if anyone told you that in person but, hearing it from Jungkook himself and feeling his nose softly nudge yourself, well it made your stomach twirl (in a good way).

You cleared your throat, your body heating up with embarrassment.

“Was that all?”

Jungkook hid his smirk behind his hand and cleared his throat, too.

Taehyung hid his own smile, too, but Jimin, on the other hand, was not even thinking straight. He was just staring at you, thinking about your kiss, and he knew you were thinking of it with the way you looked away once you made eye contact with him.

“Do you want us to leave?” Taehyung asked, leaning in closer to your side, his breath hitting your cheek.

“Oh, my God, you three get out,” you said in a tone that made the three chuckle with amusement. They have never heard that tone from you in the months having been with you, but they didn’t mind it nor did they find it weird. Honestly, it was attractive. “Go, shoo!”

“Kicking us out like we’re dogs,” Jungkook teasingly scoffed while standing up to prepare to leave. He had to have a bit of fun with you before he left, though, so he placed a hand on the side of your face, and leaned in. But, once his lips brushed against yours and you felt the coolness of his lip ring, he turned your face aside to kiss you on the cheek. And to make it better, he turned your face away with his hand wrapped softly around your throat with his thumb on the side of your jaw. He could feel your gulp under his hand. “We’ll come tomorrow.”

“Okay…”

Suppressing the small laugh threatening to escape his lips, he stood up, letting the others say their goodbyes.

He watched as not-so-shy-but-quiet Taehyung, let his hand softly grip your chin to bring your face closer to his lips. You don’t know why he did that when he could’ve leaned down a bit, but you were happy to feel his lips on your forehead.

“I brought you flowers,” he said. “Your favorite, which I remembered. So, they’re already in water, I’ll ask your maid to bring it to you, though, so you could see them, okay?”

You nodded. He smiled.

“You’re coming tomorrow, too?”

“I’ll always be here,” he reassured you, backing away to let Jimin now speak to you.

He and Jungkook could see the hesitation with the way he approached you, and they remembered the words he said: “Do we pursue her?”

Jimin was crazy.

“Answer me this,” he mumbled as he sat next to you, grabbing your hand. His thumb rubbed the skin of your fingers. “Do you regret it?”

You slowly shook your head. “I don’t but, I feel dirty. You’re in a relationship and our relationship is just business.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he continued to say, “I don’t regret it. Namjoon doesn’t regret kissing you. I’m starting to need you in ways you can’t believe and I am starting to miss you in ways where I see you everywhere I turn.”

“Jimin—”

“The others will come by tomorrow,” he said, bringing your hands up to his lips to kiss them. He raised a hand up to kiss your wrist, his nose brushing against the skin to inhale the faint scent of your perfume. It was intimate and it made you have those feelings again. “I’ll see you. Be careful and think about what I said.”

“Okay.”

The three bid you goodbye and walked away, down the stairs, to reach the front door. Taehyung let your maid know to show you the flowers he brought, but he was stuck on something that he couldn’t wave off.

“After a year passes,” Taehyung muttered as he began his sentence, “what will happen between us all?”

Jungkook stayed quiet, getting inside the car. “Nothing. Whatever decision, we’ll have her as a friend or as a partner, and it will make us happy. It’s her choice.”

“I agree.”

< before - after >

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Mischief and Mayhem

So this story did not go how I wanted. I'm not too happy with it, but I needed it done and over with. So! I hope you all enjoy some monster hybrid!König and take care!

TWs: König being a menace, a referenced lunchroom brawl

Wordcount: 3k

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Story Below the Cut

Mischief and Mayhem

So, training didn’t work either. Getting through to König was certainly turning out to be more of a challenge than expected. He was big, tall, stubborn and most of all, mischievous.

It was a trait that hadn’t gone on record, and it was a crying shame it wasn’t because it would’ve helped prepare you for him. He liked to unsettle you. He relished in your discomfort. At the very least, that’s what it seemed like. It didn’t help that he had a penchant for destruction.

You first saw it when he was fiddling with a ring at lunch.

“What’cha got there, König?” you asked as you slid into the seat across from him.

He held examined it for a moment, almost like he didn’t know himself. He held it up with a flick of his wrist, “A ring.”

“Okay I can see that,” you internally sighed, “I was asking why you had it.”

“You said what did I have, not why did I have,” he stared at you blankly, as though it were the most obvious answer in the world. In a way, he had a point, but it still unnerved you.

You picked up your knife and fork to tuck into your meatloaf, “Okay, sure, whatever. Still, why do you have it?”

“I found it,” he replied.

“Where?” you felt a tendril of suspicion curling in your gut.

“Not here,” he snorted.

Well, that was helpful.

You were about to ask more when a sobbing sergeant burst into the room.

You immediately snapped your head up to look at the poor man as he ran to a group of men. From the corner of your eye, you saw König tilt his head curiously. He seemed strangely interested in the scene, almost amused. 

Something wasn’t right here. König never looked interested in anybody else.

You walked over to the poor sergeant, practically beside himself with misery. He looked pathetic, and the men around him were quick to glare at you, almost as though you were violating his manhood by approaching him when he was in such a vulnerable state. You took a deep breath. You were a higher rank now, you could do this.

“Um, excuse me,” you shuffled awkwardly, “what’s going on here?”

“Why do you care?” one of the men grunted.

“Can’t you see him crying?” another sighed, “leave a man to grieve in peace.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, did he lose somebody?” you asked nervously.

“Not somebody,” the first man said as he rubbed his friend’s back, “something. He lost his wife’s ring.”

“He’s been searching all day,” the second looked down sadly at his companion.

You glared back at König, who was watching you, completely still.

“I think I might know where it is,” you said slowly.

The man immediately raised his head and blubbered, “Y-you do?”

“Here, follow me,” you instructed and stalked back over to where König sat.

König, for his part, looked the perfect part of innocent where he sat. His hands were tucked under the table in front of him to keep them hidden, most likely still fiddling with the ring. His big round blue eyes, downward tilted as though always sad, looked up at you as you approached with a small squad of men.

“König,” you crossed your arms, “give it back.”

“Give what back?” he asked.

“The ring. I saw you playing with it earlier,” you snapped.

“What ring?” König had the gall to look confused, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ma’am,” a man behind you cut in, “you’re not seriously saying the colonel has anything to do with this, are you?”

You looked back at him irritably, “I’m telling you I saw him with a ring earlier this morning.”

“I’m sorry miss, but I don’t think König took it,” a man with warm sepia skin looked at you sternly, “as his handler, you’ve gotta know that König isn’t that kinda guy.”

“No I’m serious!” you whirled on the group, “I saw him with it just a few minutes ago!” you turned back to König, “alright up on your feet. I’m finding that ring.”

König begrudgingly got to his feet before you. You instructed him to stretch out his arms before you, which he gladly did. He gave the others a knowing look before glancing back down at you as you stuffed your hands into his pockets. All that came out was…

“König what the fuck,” you mumbled as you pulled out the contents of his pocket.

“Men, I think Private Weiss might have what you’re looking for,” he nodded to a gruff looking man sitting at a luncheon table. Beside him sat a shining ring.

“Damn bastard,” the sergeant hissed as he jogged over to the man with the others following hot on his heel.

You watched as the sergeant punched the private square in the temple. Not a moment later, there was a brawl rolling across the floor with chairs being hurled while food flew through the air.

Meanwhile, the man with the highest authority in the room, König, stood by and watched gleefully.

You fisted the handful of König’s pocket contents and pulled König down to your height roughly with a growl, “What the fuck did you do.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” König sighed, “I guess I must have given it back to the wrong person.”

You were fuming, moreso when König chuckled at how bright red your face slowly flushed.

König looked you up and down with an appraising eyes before shifting his weight to one foot, “You look cute when you’re angry.”

“Excuse me!?” your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

König stiffened, his eyes going wide before darting away from you.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was uncharacteristically small.

“I-You know what we can deal with that later. Why did you set me up like that?” you scowled.

“I’m sorry handler but you set yourself up there,” König shrugged, “but look, wasn’t that fun?”

“Fun?” you scoffed, “König you stole a man’s wedding ring. What fucking part of that is fun!?”

“The part where he punched Private Weiss in the face, really,” König replied blithely.

You glanced back behind you to where a few people were finally breaking up the brawl that had sprawled over the floor. When you looked back at König, he was practically glowing with mirth.

“You’re a dick,” you spat.

König faltered briefly before steeling himself again, “So?”

“So?” you squawked, “so? That’s seriously the best you can come up with? I-” you shook your head, “look, I can’t have you doing that again. You can’t be causing fights on base for your own ‘entertainment’ or whatever.”

König sighed. It felt like you were punishing a petulant child rather than a grown soldier. You could hardly believe that this was actually what you were doing. You were hired to be a handler for a man, not a malicious school boy. You were really going to go bald by the end of this contract.

“Seriously,” you said, “don’t go pitting soldiers against each other. You could get dishonorably discharged for that kind of shit.”

“Nobody else has figured it out,” König replied.

“Well I did. So do something else to have fun. Go play video games or whatever,” you instructed him sternly, “if I can figure it out, it’s a wonder somebody else hasn’t.”

“Most people don’t really pay attention to what I do,” König huffed.

You didn’t know quite what to do with that. On one hand, something about the way he said it made you terribly sad. On the other, he still stole a man’s ring to start a fight.

“Look, it doesn’t matter if people don’t know it’s you, what matters is that it’s a shitty thing to do,” you tried to reason with him, “like come on man. We’re not in kindergarten anymore.”

“Nein,” König muttered

“So then act like it.”

König rolled his eyes. You hoped he got the message, but a part of you worried he would just be more secretive next time. Either way, time would tell if he actually listened or not.

For the rest of the day, life on base was unusually calm. There weren’t any fights, nobody lost belongings, nobody discovered anything unfortunate in their room. Everyone seemed to be having a wonderful day.

König, on the other hand, was not.

He seemed miserable now. He was constantly under your watch to ensure he didn’t get into any trouble, but it seemed to be bearing down on him. In fact, the constant observation seemed to be putting him on edge.

“König, do you need anything?” you asked for the umpteenth time as he sat doing his paperwork.

He glanced up at you with a bitter glare, but quickly shook his head and went back to his work.

You noted that his leg was bouncing so hard that the water on his desk was shaking. His free hand was constantly clenching into a fist, then relaxing to rub his fingertips together. Then he’d do it again, hiss, fidget, and settle again. You hadn’t seen him sit still once since he sat down.

You couldn’t help but wonder if this was because of you dressing him down so thoroughly that morning. You couldn’t help but think about how ridiculous he was acting if this was all because of that. Any other hybrid you dealt with would take any instructions on the chin and push forward, correcting their behavior to be a better soldier. The way König was sulking was driving you up the wall.

Unfortunately for you, it kept getting worse. As the week went on, König was coming undone at the seams.

He was a wreck under your care, and you were getting worried. König wasn’t acting childishly, you realized. He was acting… Anxious. Why was he so anxious? How was it that this big hulking soldier flinched when spoken to? It was completely bizarre.

Worst of all was the call you got from the higher ups.

“You’re a damn handler,” the man on the line spat, “figure it out! If he keeps going like this, I promise you I’ll personally assign you to the lowest ranking infantryman on base.”

“I’m sorry sir,” you stammered, “I don’t know why he’s been like this!”

“Well, figure it out!”

The line went dead, leaving you holding the heavy landline phone in a limp hand. Dread washed over you at the thought of reassignment. Was König really getting that out of hand?

That night, you went online to your discord group. Somebody had to know what was happening. You sent a message to your fellow handler friends and waited for a response.

“What hybrid type is he?” one user asked.

“Have you read his medical files? Maybe you should read them over again,” another person offered.

You had his file spread out before you, but nothing stood out. Everything seemed normal. The only detail that caught your eyes was a simple black block label under his psychological profile: SEVERE SOCIAL ANXIETY.

It wasn’t much, but at least it helped you understand. Something about what you did caused König’s anxiety to flare up. Was it how you spoke to him? Was it what you said? What had caused the flare up?

You sighed and leaned your head into your hands.

Nothing about this was making sense. König was an enigma of a man. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he’d grunt at you or give you one to two word answers. Somehow, he’d actually regressed under your care. You could scream. How had you fucked up so badly?

You pulled out books on hybrid types, trying to analyze the pages for anything that could explain König’s recent behavior change. Unfortunately for you, nothing came up. Long nights of pouring over old texts and messaging your friends were fruitless. It was a maddening cycle.

You’d get up, join König at breakfast, watch him regress over the course of the day, then come back to your room to read and search for answers that never came. The worst of it was that the longer you floundered, the worse König got.

You joined him in the gym, the only place König seemed to wake up again.

You watched him swing from ring to ring in the gym above you as you watched below. König was like a different man in the gym. All the boredom and anxiety left his system when he was doing something active. As soon as the thought passed your mind, it clicked.

König was bored. Painfully bored.

But if he was bored and without an outlet for his anxiety, what could you provide? Nothing in his notes gave any ideas. All they mentioned were an inordinately high IQ matched with an impressive physique. He was the perfect super soldier. He was honestly somewhat intimidating not based on his size, but rather his sheer capabilities.

You needed to learn more about him, but he kept giving you such short answers that you wanted to strangle him.

When König finally trudged over to you for water, you stopped him from leaving.

“Hey, König, do you have a sec?” you asked, trying to be as gentle as possible.

Despite you efforts, he was rolling his eyes as he turned to you.

“So, um, how’ve you been feeling lately?” you watched him carefully for any expressions.

“Meh,” he grunted.

“Okay but, like, what does that mean?” you could feel your hair turning white on your skull.

König shrugged awkwardly, eyes darting to find an exit opportunity but he was unfortunately trapped with you.

“You looking forward to tonight?” you tried to excite him.

König squinted at you, “What’s happening tonight.”

“We’re training your shifted form, remember?” your frown squirmed on your face.

König’s expression fell into one of horror, “No? Why are we doing that?”

“Because I need to get used to your form, remember?” you awkwardly chuckled, “why, is there a problem?”

König shifted his weight from foot to foot, thinking carefully before he finally said, “Sometimes it’s harder to control impulses when I’m shifted.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back, “What sort of impulses?”

“Ach…” König hissed as he rose and slumped back, “I… I have impulses. You told me I couldn’t act on them.”

“Wait,” you threw up a hand, “you mean the thing about hurting people?”

“No, it’s…” König wobbled side to side, “I like to be entertained.”

You nodded slowly. You were grateful he was opening up, but something seemed wrong about what he was trying to say. 

You continued onwards, “So what does that mean?”

König sighed and turned. You were about to grumble when you saw him curl a finger, gesturing for you to follow. You obliged, walking over to a bench to sit beside him. He looked so heavy, almost as though the weight of him and his feelings on the bench would make the metal crumple at any moment. You perched delicately beside him, nervous of what was to come.

“When I ‘hurt’ people, it’s fun because I get to… I get to make a game,” he explained, “it’s fun. I set up a scenario, and then I watch it play out. It’s strategy, ja?”

You nodded slowly as you attempted to follow along.

“I just get so bored on basse. There’s nothing to excite me, keep me stimulated,” he explained, “so messing around and setting up dominoes to watch them fall makes me feel… Accomplished. Like I did something. And it’s funny! It’s funny to watch them struggle!”

You leaned forward to put your chin in your fist, a bit blown away but what König was saying. On one hand, it made sense. He was far too intelligent for his own good, so it made sense he’d constantly be searching for stimulation. It also made sense that König would take joy in setting up scenarios and watching them play out. He was a colonel, he was used to playing with people’s minds. 

Of course, that didn’t mean you could let König continue to run rampant on base. He’d been nothing short of a menace, and you’d noticed that most people on base seemed to relax in the past few days. But of course, König’s personal performance had suffered with the ban on pulling practical jokes. And fundamentally, the health and wellbeing of your hybrid was of utmost importance to your career (and your mental sanity), so unfortunately…

You sighed, already regretting what you were about to say.

“Alright, so, if the impulses are hard to control, how about we make a deal?”

König immediately perked up. He swung his clothed head to face you, the first time he’d actively looked at you in ages.

“A deal?” he asked in the politest tone you’d heard since you’d started talking to him.

“What about,” you hissed through your teeth, “we put some caps on these pranks. No more emotional torture, okay?”

König huffed, “What I did wasn’t emotional torture, it was just light ribbing.”

“König.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically, “If you really must. I will not make people cry, does that sound good enough?”

You pulled your lips into a line, but you gave him a cautious nod.

“Wunderbar,” he nodded, “then I get to play my games again?”

“Hold on just a sec,” you interrupted quickly, “you gotta put a cap on it. I’m letting you pull one stunt a day, alright?”

König bristled, “One?”

“One.”

König hummed and hawed over it for a moment, then gave in with a sigh, “Alright, one. I can manage with that. It will… It will take the edge off.”

You frowned, “Okay so, your big thing is you like making and solving problems, right?”

König nodded.

“Well…” you thought carefully, “okay, so, tomorrow I’ll get you a book. Today? I guess I’ll just have to deal with whatever you give me, rihgt?”

König nodded solemnly, “I’m afraid you might. I’m sorry about that.”

“So does that mean you’re going to throw me or…”

“I just…” König snorted, “I might be a bit of a handful. Nothing bad, but not easy, you understand?”

You grimaced, “I think so.”

You had the horrible feeling tonight, training with König would be absolutely miserable. The worst part? You knew you were right.

Konig Dump

Alternate Universe Stories

[tangledinink]

Oh my goodness, guess what? Chapter 29 of I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? is now up! And on a Monday, too. Gosh, just like old times. Yet another family secret is revealed from somewhere no one expected it. Read it on ao3 or below the cut!

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“No, no, keep watching, seriously! They’re about to do something sooo cool!”

“Leo, you say that about every stupid street magic video you make us watch,” Donnie complained, rolling his eyes. “And it’s always something stupid.”

“It’s not stupid! It’s super cool!” Leo protested, huffing loudly and glaring at his brother in offense. “I pretend to think that your dumb science stuff is cool!”

“No, you don’t!”

“Well, I could, if you didn’t say magic was stupid--”

“We can literally do actual magic!” Donnie cried, throwing his hands up. “And you’re still into this fake bullshit?”

“Yes,” Leo confirmed easily, rewinding the video slightly. “And I’m restarting so that you guys can watch properly. So there.”

Donnie groaned.

“Both of you quit fightin’,” Raph said, shifting slightly so he could look over Leo’s shoulder, seeming only mildly interested at best-- but still interested! Suck it, Donnie. Raph knew something badass when he saw it. Leo grinned, shifting slightly so he could let his brother see better.

“This is a ridiculous waste of time,” Donnie muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’re gonna miss the subway home.”

“We’ll get the next one,” Leo assured, waving him off. “It’s fine, Dee. There’s another train, like, every five minutes.”

“What New York City do you live in?” Raph muttered, glancing down at him and raising a brow.

“More or less!” Leo insisted. “I just wanna finish the video, and then we’ll go! We can’t go without Mikey, anyway.”

“What do you mean without--?” Raph’s head bobbed to the left. It bobbed to the right. He did a full 360 spin. “Wha-- Where the hell did he go!? He was here a minute ago!”

“He forgot his gym bag back in the locker room,” Leo said, waving a hand dismissively. “So he ran back to get it.”

“When!?”

“When you and Donnie were arguing about the best Jupiter Jim sequel, like, five minutes ago,” Leo explained breezily, leaning into his brother’s chest as he spoke, passing his weight over for Raph to hold up for the moment. Maybe physically pinning him in place would keep his head from vibrating off his shoulders. It usually helped. “Chill. He’ll be back in a second and then we’ll get out of here. Watch the video.”

“Leo!” Raph protested. “We’re supposed to stay together! Remember!?”

“He’s not even leaving the building, Raph. There’s still a couple kids around! And he’s literally down the hall,” Leo scoffed, rolling his eyes. “He’s not five., I’m pretty sure he can handle it without us escorting him.”

“Leo--”

“If you want us to chaperone him down the hall to fetch his bag,” Donnie said, not looking up from his phone. “Then you will be the one informing him of such, dearest Raphala, because I have no intention of being the one to tell him that.”

“It’s like you like Dr. Delicate Touch,” Leo sighed, shaking his head. “Do you miss him when he’s away? Is that it? Is that why you’re like this?”

Raph sighed, scrubbing at his face with his hands.

“Fine,” he finally relented. “But if he’s not back in two minutes, Raph is going after him! And you two are comin’ with me!”

Leo smiled a tiny bit.

“Yeah, okay, deal,” he agreed easily, pressing play on the video again. “Now here, watch. This dude is about to for-real make a whole-ass building disappear!!!”

---

Agent 64’s eyes flew open.

Danger.

There was danger.

He could taste it on the back of his sandpaper tongue. Every hair on his body jumped up on end as he flew to his feet, wriggling from April’s relaxed grip, his back arching and his claws extended.

“Ow! Mayhem, chill! Watch the claws!” April hissed, startled as he suddenly woke from his nap, previously curled up and dozing in her lap, wincing at the prickle in her thigh. “What’s your deal--?”

He would maybe regret hurting her if it weren’t for his heart banging wildly in his ears. He could feel it. There was danger. Something bad was going to happen. Someone was in trouble. His tail puffed up like a bottlebrush, he whipped around wildly to face the human-- both his favorite and his charge-- biting out a frantic, chittering warning. And spirits, he had never wished so desperately up until now that humans were able to understand the nuances of his language. Because while her brows crinkled with concern, a thick fog of confusion colored her eyes glassy all the same.

“Mayhem? What’s wrong, little guy?” She pressed, her bottom lip worried between her teeth. “Are you hurt?”

Agent 64’s tail whipped with frustration, a short, stuttering growl escaping him.

There was danger. There was danger. He was sure of it-- and he didn’t have time for this.

---

The cold, dusty tile of the school hallway did a lousy job breaking April’s fall. A short yelp of shock wrenched itself from her throat as she tumbled over herself, the crackle of mystic energy still prickling at the back of her neck, as she found herself quite suddenly sprawled about the floor as opposed to curled on couch in the comfort of her living room.

“OW! Mayhem! What the hell?!” She hissed, narrowing her eyes to scowl at the yellow creature. His only response was a sharp, strangled squeak, tearing himself from her arms and to the floor.

“April?”

April resisted a groan, sitting up just enough so that she turn her head to glance over at Leo and her other two brothers, who were all giving her a rather startled look.

“Hey, guys,” she said, wincing a bit as she got to her feet, brushing herself off.

“Are you okay? What are you doing here?”

“Beat’s me!” She huffed, placing a hand on her hips. “Mayhem just started freaking out all of a sudden! I dunno what’s going on!”

“Do you think something’s wrong?” Raph asked, his brows furrowed with worry as he bent down to look at the little creature, still puffed up and pacing back and forth, chittering frantically at the group. “What’s goin’ on lil’ man?”

“He can’t be acting like this over nothing! There’s gotta be--” April broke off, his lips curving into a frown. Leo and his two brothers? That wasn’t right. “... Hey. Where’s Mikey? Shouldn’t he be with you guys?”

---

They didn’t understand what he was trying to say. The big one reached for him, but Agent 64 dodged out from under his hand, ducking away and breaking into a sprint. He just had to hope they’d be wise enough to follow him-- the only reason he didn’t simply teleport himself away. He couldn’t waste any more precious seconds trying to secure their allyship for the coming fight.

He had to be there. He had to be there now. The air reeked of it.

Danger danger danger danger.

---

His hair beads clicking along to the rhythm, Mikey bobbed his head with the beat banging about in his head, humming softly to himself and tapping his fingers against the side of his thigh. Ugh, this had to be one of Donnie’s EDM songs, didn’t it? He couldn’t remember any of the lyrics or anything-- just the thick, heavy beat. It colored his steps as he wandered down the dimly lit hallway, shouldering open the locker room door and sighing softly to himself. Gosh, he had had this song stuck in his head all day long, but he still couldn’t figure out the name of it or where it was from… It was starting to drive him just a tiny bit insane. Maybe he could get Leo to help him figure it out on the way home-- he was really good at this game.

It was probably one of Donnie’s songs. He had probably picked it up from Donnie. He was sure Donnie would know the answer if he asked-- Donnie always knew the answer to pretty much everything.

But if he asked Donnie, it wouldn’t be a game. Nah. It’d be way more fun to ask Leo. As soon as I get back, he thought to himself, swinging open his locker door.

As predicted, his gym bag was still here, hung up on its hook all neat as if it was meant to be there and hadn’t been left behind. Thank god. If it wasn’t here, then it’d for real be lost and it’d be a whole thing. That’s how you know the Adderall is wearing off, he thought dimly to himself.

His backpack retrieved, he slung the bag over his shoulder, kicking the locker shut and turning to start the trek back to his brothers. His legs weren’t especially long, but he still made every effort to stretch them out with each step, picking up a jaunty pace so as not to keep the rest of them waiting.

The song still played in his head, and Mikey mumbled along to the wordless melody under his breath, fidgeting with the straps of his bag. The longer he thought about it, the more sure he was that it was something from one of Dee’s playlists. It had to be, right?... This was exactly the type of thing he always listened to… Sharp and stormy and loud. Thudding and all-encompassing. The rhythm wasn’t quite as fast as you might expect from the genre-- it sort of drew itself out.

Made you wait for it.

And then eventually, the pace started to pick up.

Each synthesized thump came quicker.

And louder.

Closer together.

Building up, bigger and bigger.

Tickling the back of your neck.

Breathing down your spine.

Thundering onward.

The anticipation would almost swallow you whole.

Until finally the beat dropped.

---

A tiny smile turned the corners of Draxum’s lips crooked.

It was almost amusing-- how careless they were. He wondered how safe they must think themselves to traipse the city openly like this. As if he wouldn’t be perfectly capable of hunting them down. As if he wasn’t patient enough to wait until one of them was alone.

All he would need was a simple capture charm.

From up above in the rafters, he watched the smallest of his experiments. He was still cloaked in their silly human form. Relaxed. Oblivious.

Perfectly easy prey.

After this, he could simply pick the rest of them off.

The second his target walked within range of him, he lashed an arm forward. Magenta light leapt outward from his palm and pounced.

---

He didn’t see the figure in the rafters.

He didn’t hear the pound of footsteps in the distance.

He didn’t even see the flash of light.

But he felt the whisper of magick.

---

Raph didn’t know why Mayhem was freaking out, but he didn’t have to. Because all of a sudden, every single one of his big brother senses and alarms were flipping out. And he felt this awful, gnawing weight of dread in his stomach.

He didn’t bother to wait and check with the rest of his family, to see if they felt the same thing or if they intended to follow. Once Mayhem took off running and that dread took hold-- he did, too.

He could hear other footsteps behind him. Usually, Leo and Donnie were both capable of moving significantly faster than him. But not right now. Raph wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he had a head start or just that he knew Mikey was in trouble. But his throat was tight with the very beginnings of panic. All his muscles were lit up with searing red heat. He was moving as fast as he possibly could. Maybe faster than that, even. And no one was overtaking him.

He needed to know where Mikey was right now.

Despite the dead-sprint, it felt like it took ages for him to reach the locker room. He didn’t even stop to open the door so much as he slammed into it, shifting his body just enough to let his shoulder take the impact, the barrier crashing out of the way, crumpling beneath him, just the way he knew it would--

“Mikey!”

His eyes caught sight of Baron Draxum’s crouched form right away-- curled up in the rafters like a fucking jaguar in the canopy. This dark, sickly pink coil of mystic energy reaching from his extended hand and reaching out towards his little brother’s back like a bullet.

Raph’s heart stopped in his chest.

For just a second, the rest of the world froze, too.

The rest of the world… except for Mikey.

His back was still to Draxum.

But his heels were already in a pivot.

His head hadn’t even turned fully yet. But already, his hand flew up behind him, palm stretched out wide and elbows locked. The very beginnings of a fiery golden light sparked to life around him like a halo. His entire body jerked hard and braced--

And he caught Draxum’s magic in his palm.

Without even looking, he stopped the spell dead in its tracks with one raised hand, curling his fingers around it with this sharp, awful hissing sound, sizzling and popping like a forest fire. Like something burning.

He tightened his grip and the magick shattered like glass beneath his fingers.

And then Michelangelo turned around to face Draxum fully, his head tilted back so that he could meet his eyes.

---

“Mikey! Come look!”

Mikey’s head bobbed at his big brother’s frantic cry, immediately heading over in his direction.

“What is it?”

“A baby bird!” Raph exclaimed, kneeling down, and sure enough, when Mikey leaned over he saw the little creature-- tucked up behind a dumper in their alley, their feathers all poofed up and fluffy.

“Whoa!” Mikey gasped, crouching down as well so he could get a better look. The little bird seemed to shiver, but didn’t try to get away-- just stared at them with its big black eyes. It was kind of scraggly and funny looking, with this big round yellow beak and fuzzy feathers. “He looks so funny…”

“We gotta help him!” Raph whimpered, his bottom lip trembling. “He’s all by himself! He musta fallen or gotten lost or somethin’!”

Mikey paused, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“You think?...”

“Well, a cat might get ‘im or somethin’!” Raph cried. “I’ll go get a shoebox, and we can bring him inside! You watch him, okay?”

And Mikey considered this for a moment, glancing from his big brother to the baby bird, his nose wrinkled up slightly.

… If he fell out of his nest, then why didn’t he feel afraid?

Mikey couldn’t quite place it, but it just… didn’t seem like the bird was that upset or scared. If Mikey fell out of his nest and couldn’t fly anywhere and was lost and all alone, he was pretty sure he’d get scared and upset, at least, eventually. But this little guy didn’t feel that way at all. Mikey could just tell.

Maybe a little… frustrated. But determined. Excited, almost.

Mikey could feel it.

“No,” he finally said. “I think he’s okay.”

Raph frowned a bit, looking down at his brother incredulously. “But he’s just a baby!”

“Yeah, but he’s not scared!” Mikey argued, pointing.

Raph tilted his head to the side.

“How do you know?” He argued.

Mikey wrinkled his nose, considering this for a second before he shrugged.

“I ‘unno!” He finally declared. “I just do! You don’t?”

“... No,” Raph said, perhaps pouting a bit. “He’s a bird.”

“Well,” Mikey argued, crossing his arms over his chest. “I think he’s okay! I don’t think we should take him inside. I don’t think he’d like it. I think maybe we’d be, like… stealing him.”

“We can’t just leave him!” Raph protested, and Mikey paused, considering this, his lips curved into a pout.

“... Can we watch him for a little bit first, and see what happens?” He suggested after some thinking. “So then we know no cats will get ‘im or anything.”

Raph sighed. “... Yeah. Okay,” he finally agreed. “But if he’s still there in thirty minutes, then we should bring him inside. Okay?”

“Okay,” Mikey agreed.

---

They were golden-- so very much so that they were nearly white, as if superheated by the sun itself. They were built from nothing, it seemed, save for light and energy itself, but playing a melody of clinks and clatters regardless, filling the air with the sound of metal-on-metal.

The chains that materialized from his baby brother’s body.

They moved almost too fast to see, curling like snakes, twisting and shifting at Mikey’s command. With a forward thrust of his arm, leg sweeping around and his hands clenched into a fist, they obeyed him instantly, echoing his movements and flashing forward-- screaming-- howling towards their target.

Draxum just barely had the time to leap out of the way, flinging himself to the side and correcting his trajectory as he fell, frantically dodging the onslaught, and Mikey chased him. The chains twisted midair to follow the yokai, forcing him to dance and dodge backwards, hardly able to even conjure the occasional counterspell or strike in between running.

Running from Mikey.

It was all happening too fast for Raph to follow properly, but he realized, distantly, that Mikey’s eyes were glowing, light pouring from them and streaking down his face in globs of color. Like he was crying. Like he has tears made of honey.

Draxum lashed out with another spell, trying to find ground, and Mikey’s chains screamed out to meet them, shattering it midair. For just a second, Draxum gaped, his eyes wide as he watched. And in that tiny moment of hesitation, Mikey pounced.

He leapt forward like a beast on prey, his palm outstretched, reaching for Draxum, to touch, to grab--

At the very last second, the yokai yanked himself back.

In an instant, a bubbling black light enveloped him like a shadow and he blinked away-- as though he had never been there in the first place. Mikey stumbled slightly, lurching in the empty space left behind, his body jerking slightly at the sudden halt.

He faltered, wavering for a second, rocking on his feet. He blinked slowly, staring at the space where his opponent had once been as his shoulders slumped. In the silence and the still, ragged pants clattered through his chest. Raph swore he could hear them echo.

He blinked, swallowed, and finally found his tongue again.

“... Mikey?”

---

Raph gasped softly as he watched the little bird they had been watching leap up with a flap and flutter of its wings.

“It’s trying to--”

And it took him a few tries. But after a few false starts, the tiny creature took to the air. And in nearly a moment, it was gone, swooping away from the alley and out of sight.

“Whoa!” Raph gasped, his eyes widening. “Did you see that? That was so cool! He could fly all along!”

Mikey glanced back at his older brother and grinned brightly. “Yeah!!!”

He could tell. He could tell that that bird had been so happy to make it into the air and start to fly.

He could tell Raph was happy, too.

---

The halo that was surrounding their baby brother faded. The tears fizzled and dried up, the glow leaking from his eyes faded away with a flicker. And for a second, Mikey stood in one spot, staring off at nothing, his face flushed and his shoulders heaving with deep, shuddering breaths.

After a second, he coughed-- once, and then twice, hunching over slightly at the force of it. And he spat something shimmering and gold out onto the floor.

And then Raphael watched in horror as his eyes rolled back into his head, his knees going out from beneath him.

[sweetbunpura]

I am suffering this week+ so this has come to mind. SOME of the boys *cough cough* Ace, have been getting a little to comfortable with Yuu and seem to think she’s one of the guys. She may or may not be on her period and someone tells her to ‘man up’ or jokes about her being over dramatic (cause she didn’t complain about overblots, how bad could cramps be). So, with Crewel’s assistance, she made a VERY strong potion to genderswap all our main guy for a month. Enjoy the back pain and period insanity everyone.

I know I’m full on just in a mood cause one of my co-workers was an ass, but I legit wonder how the guys would handle it now.

Hope you’re having a good day! Remember to take care of yourself.

Oh I hope you end up feeling better, Cupcake! And I'm doing good!

Character who will OWN that genderswap: Vil, Lilia, Cater, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, Malleus, Rook

Characters who do not care: Trey, Ruggie, Leona, Kalim, Silver, Jack, Sebek

Characters going through it right now: Ace, Deuce, Riddle, Azul, Idia, Epel (he's already suffering enough)

Characters watching the mayhem unfold: Yuu, Ortho (he's recording everything)

Those going through it right now are begging Yuu to undo the potion, who just smiles at everything unfolding. But Yuu forgot one thing, she is pansexual, and these guys make very beautiful girls.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 24

Tyler Durden and Jack “The Narrator” + masks and/or helmets

I’m sorry to anyone who was hoping for Jason Vorhees, but I’ve been watching my comfort movie (fight club) to destress from my assignments, so I got in the mood to write for these two.

Tyler is his own person in this, cuz I want both to go down on me at the same time, thats the only reason.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Welding had never been your plan for a job, especially not where you found yourself now. Low ranked and forced to do all the shit work your jackass boss couldn’t be assed to do, leaving you alone in the construction yard in the middle of the night, the welding tool hot and dangerous in your gloved hands as it cast an almost evil glow upon your welding helmet, the light reflecting off the glass that covered your eyes.

Imagine your surprise some group of jackasses show up at your construction site. They seemed surprised to see you as you turned around and slid up the front of your helmet to look at them, but the bags under your eyes and the dead look in them seemed to make them see you as one of their own. One of them was even polite enough to ask if they could use the yard for some kind of weird orgy club they had going on, or at least you thought it was an orgy club.

You shrugged and told them if they gave you fifty bucks a night, they could kill a guy there and you wouldn’t give a shit. Hey, there were at least ten guys, they could cough up five dollars each if they wanted to start wailing on each other as you worked.

This continued, multiple nights a week, because of course your shithead boss had you working extremely late hours every day for shit pay, and because of your lack of education and shitty upbringing you couldn’t just drop the job. The fifty bucks a night did help quite a lot, and at some point you didn’t even need to do all that extra work, but you kinda enjoyed watching all these pathetic meatheads and self-proclaiming alpha-males trying to show off just how tough they were by beating on each other.

You never took part in it, but “the guy in the welder helmet runs the place” became some kind of rumour, just because they paid you to let them use the place. Apparently, you not doing any of the fighting made them think you were some kind of bigshot, a member of “project mayhem”, whatever that was.

It might also have been the muscle you had packed on from years of physical labour and your less then friendly attitude that made them think you were more then you were. But hey, you kept welding, but kept half an eye on the group of blood thirsty men, a group that only seemed to grow every night. So much for an “exclusive” group.

One day some guy with ugly spiked hair and a douchey red leather jacket swaggered his way over to you as you half-assed a weld between a couple of pipes. He had a cigarette hanging between his lips, like a real asshole, as he leaned against the pipe you were trying to weld, messing up your already shitty work. You could do a lot better, but you were in no way paid enough to care.

You could tell he was trying to antagonise you, as he would start showing up every night this so-called fight club happened, always trying to push your buttons, and even once putting out his cigarette against the one way glass protecting your eyes.

You were great at ignoring fools like him, so none of his actions got the reaction he seemed so starved for. The one that really caught your attention was this scrawnier guy, who looked like he hadn’t slept in months. It was like watching a corpse walking around, but something unleashed inside him when he fought. It was like a rabid dog with a piece of meat, it made your insides boil.

It was him that finally got you to join the fight, though you spat at their rules, keeping your welding helmet on, because why not, it looked sexy. You could definingly tell your years of labour had served you well from the way some of the guys around the place were looking at you, like they wanted to fight you or fuck you, maybe both.

The sleep deprived corpse, who you later learned was named Jack, tried his damn best to get the upper hand on you. But your uncle used to breed pitbulls and other types of large fighting dogs, so scruffing him and putting him in the ground was too damn easy. The erection on his pants wasn’t hard to see either, but you’d seen enough of this circle-jerk of a club to know it was normal, adrenaline, they always said.

You honestly had no idea how you found yourself in the situation you would find yourself in weeks later. You had finally started taking part in a couple of fights, but the helmet always stayed on no matter how much anyone complained, and you only really cared to fight Jack.

Even when the fucker in the red leather jacket whined and draped himself across you. You learned he was Tyler Durden, apparently him and Jack created this Fight Club junk. Tyler annoyed you though, always talking about society and changing it, you had clocked him once when he just wouldn’t shut up.

One day you found yourself packing down your gear, fight club had ended early today for some reason, you didn’t pay attention to that stuff, you were just there for a show. Tyler had been the first to pull up on you, Jack following not far behind, and when you had grunted what they wanted, Tyler had pounced like an overexcited puppy.

He had started licking the helmet you wore, his spit streaking across the glass of your mask, his breath leaving a foggy texture against it as you gripped onto his jaw, your work rough hands gripping hard enough to definitely leave a bruise.

Tyler was groaning like hed been shot, moaning something about how hot that stupid helmet was, and how sexy you were because you never took it off. You almost threw him across the yard when you felt hands undoing your belt. Snapping your head down you saw Jack on his knees in front of you, he had a busted lip and a black eye, but it somehow added to his charm.

His lips were soft, and his tongue was slightly hesitant as he started sucking you off, Tyler groaning and panting into the metal of your helmet, that was close to where your mouth would have been. You could feel him slobbering all over you, his tongue probably picking up all the grime the helmet had collected over the many weeks you’d gone without cleaning it.

Tylers slobbering was starting to get annoying, so with a grunt you gripped kicked his knees out from under him, making him crash to his knees with a painful crack against the pavement. His eyes seemed to lock on where Jack had been licking and almost worshipping your cock with his mouth, spit and drool dripping off of you and his mouth as he looked up at you with large blown pupils.

Tyler, the attention starved fool he was quickly butted in, his higher skilled tongue started to lap at the base of your length, even ducking in between your thighs to mouth as your sack. You couldn’t help but snort as you ran your gloved fingers through Jacks short hair in an almost loving manner, whilst also gripping and twisting in Tylers gelled hair with the other hand.

Something about seeing their reflection in the reflective glass of your welding helmet only seemed to excitement further, especially Tyler as he drooled, barely even seeming to make an inkling of an effort to keep spit in his mouth. Jack seemed at least a little shy about it, avoiding looking at himself but somehow always ending back at his reflection.

You didn’t tell them you were close, but they seemed to notice from how your hips twitching or your grunting grew rougher. Tyler almost shoved Jack aside to start tonguing at your tip right beside Jack, their tongues rubbing up against each other around your tip in some kind of French kiss.

Tyler had been moaning and groaning loudly the entire time, seemingly getting off at the volume of his noises, where Jack had been more subdued but still present. There was almost a battle of their tongues as you came, spurting white across wet wiggling muscles that tried to catch as much of it as possible.

Surprisingly, or maybe not to surprising, Tyler roughly grabbed Jack and started making out with him like he was trying to swallow him whole when you finished, swapping the mixture of spit and cum between them like a pair of starved animals. You scoffed a small laugh at the sight of them almost humping each other as they kept rubbing their tongues together obscenely, and here you thought Fight Club was a good show.

Tucking yourself back into your pants, you patted them both on the head to get their attention. When they finally pulled away from their sloppy sorry excuse of a kiss to look up at you, you pushed up the welders’ helmet and looked at them, quirking a questioning brow.

That seemed to be enough to get them going, the two almost skittering after you as you started trekking back to your bucket of a car to head home, your roommate would have to put up with the noises you knew you were gonna rip out of those two, so what if you had to keep the helmet on, they were right, it was kinda hot.

[world0fmadness]

EXISTANCE OF AWE

jan “ hellhammer ” axel x reader

♡ nsfw alphabet for hellhammer!

୨୧ gosh, he is too handsome! i hope you like this anon! i still have quite a few requests to do but i’m taking it steady so that i don’t burn myself out <3

♡ requested by anon | related hc available here | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: lust of the full moon by lisnaahi - sexual black worship by impaler of pest

* 18 + content, please do not read if you’re a minor *

a = aftercare ( what they’re like after sex )

♡ hellhammer is very good with aftercare! because you guys get so sweaty and sticky during sex, he’ll help often effortlessly carry you to the shower and wash up with you

୨୧ if you feel like sleeping after the shower, he’s totally fine with that even if he’s not an after sex sleeper! he’ll make sure you’re fine and leave you with a drink of sugar water before going off to work out or clean up the apartment a little

b = body part ( their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s )

♡ hellhammer absolutely loves your ass! he’s a major ass guy, he likes laying his head on it and biting your ass cheek to make you laugh, groping it when you’re walking together or during sex!

୨୧ he’s very proud of his muscles! he works out a lot and with his muscles he’s able to pick you up easily and manhandle you quite a bit during sex! not to mention he loves when you grip his biceps during sex…

c = cum ( anything to do with cum, basically )

♡ he really likes cumming on you! especially facials, oh my god, he cannot get enough of facials and watching you lick drops of his cum from your lips

୨୧ not to mention cumming on your stomach and ass too, he thinks you look like a work of art when your skin is glistening with sweat and covered in splatters of his cum

d = dirty secret ( pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs )

♡ he really kind of wants to get into porn with you! he thinks you’d make an absolutely amazing pair of pornstars, you’re both very attractive and he thinks your moans, body and really just everything about you is hot as fuck!

୨୧ as long as you guys never slept with anyone else outside of threesomes and such, he could really see you guys loving it and making a ton of money but he just doesn’t know how to bring it up…

e = experience ( how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing? )

♡ hellhammer is most likely the most experienced out of everyone in mayhem!

୨୧ he’s had quite a lot of sex and knows more than enough about how to pleasure you but he does love learning little quirks that are unique to you during sex

f = favourite position ( this goes without saying )

♡ hellhammer absolutely loves any standing position! they make him feel even stronger than he is

୨୧ literally anywhere as long as he’s standing and holding you up! against a door, against a wall or even… he will make you feel like you’re in a porno

g = goofy ( are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc )

♡ he can be a little goofy at times! not super often, but sometimes and mainly during quickies

୨୧ like if someone walks in on you two or something happens, he’ll likely just let out a chuckle and mumble under his breath before getting serious again

h = hair ( how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? )

♡ hellhammer keeps himself very well groomed! because of how much he sweats when working out and such, he’s a clean and hygienic dude who showers a lot

୨୧ his pubes are black and curly, just like his hair!

i = intimacy ( how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect )

♡ i feel like he’d only ever be super romantic when he gets a little older or it’s a special occasion like your birthday or anniversary!

୨୧ that’s when he’s more likely to actually light some candles and spread rose petals over the bed, he’ll be very smug about it and be telling you all about how it’s what you deserve all whilst smirking down at you

j = jack off ( masturbation headcanon )

♡ he jacks off very little when he’s in a relationship with you!

୨୧ he’d just much rather be inside of you! though he certainly wouldn’t say no to you jacking him off under a table or something

k = kink ( one or more of their kinks )

♡ hellhammer really likes choking you! but not with his hand, that’s boring! he likes choking you with his bandanna or his bicep when he’s fucking you from behind

୨୧ public sex is another thing he likes! it gives him a thrill and he just couldn’t give any less of a shit about people seeing you guys

l = location ( favorite places to do the do )

♡ he could really fuck you anywhere, he always has a downright carnal desire and need for you

୨୧ but his absolute favourite places are your apartment, anywhere at parties and backstage before a concert

m = motivation ( what turns them on, gets them going )

♡ it does not take a lot to get him going at all! everything about you can turn him on

୨୧ he especially likes when you wear tight shorts or jeans though, he loves your ass so of course he like when you wear stuff that perfectly hug it and show it off! he’ll always come up to you from behind and grind his cock against your ass whilst holding your hips, leaning down to whisper something about how hot you look into your ear

n = no ( something they wouldn’t do, turn offs )

♡ he would never seriously hurt you! or do anything with bodily fluids…

୨୧ one time you tapped his hand three times to signal too much when he was choking you from behind and he freaked the fuck out! he was completely turned off for the rest of the night and it really knocked his confidence down a bit, you have to assure him that he didn’t mean to and that you’re fine

o = oral ( preference in giving or receiving, skill )

♡ hellhammer prefers receiving than giving but if you ask him or it’s a special date, he has no problem giving for once!

୨୧ but he just loves fucking your face! he groans so deeply as he thrusts harshly into you mouth, looking down at you with slanted and glossy eyes before mumbling some dirty talk down towards you! he’d probably wrap his bandanna around your neck and use that to fuck your throat harder too…

p = pace ( are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? )

♡ hellhammer is a mix of both! he’s very fast and right at first but as time goes on and you start going into more rounds, he knows when to slow down just a bit

୨୧ he mainly only slows down to catch his breath and control his breathing so that he can speed back up again in no time but you like it either way, the switch in pace in between every couple of rounds feels amazing

q = quickie ( their opinions on quickies, how often )

♡ i can see hellhammer liking quickies quite a bit! he’s a very horny guy and it doesn’t take much to get him going

୨୧ to be honest, he doesn’t even really care if people catch you! he’ll usually just flip them off, laugh a little and tell them to fuck off without stopping his thrusts into you

r = risk ( are they game to experiment? do they take risks? )

♡ as stated above, he doesn’t even care when you guys get caught so he’s definitely into being risky at times! it gives him a thrill and makes him laugh

୨୧ he likes public sex with you because of this, sex in very risky places with a high probability of getting caught, he could not care less

s = stamina ( how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? )

♡ hellhammer can last a whileee! he’s going for hour and half long rounds, multiple rounds too

୨୧ it takes a lot for this man to get tired, he’s really good at controlling his breathing and keeping his stamina steady!

t = toys ( do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? )

♡ his bandanna kind of counts as a toy, right? he uses it to choke you and tie up your hands sometimes!

୨୧ other than that, i can’t see him using toys on himself but i can see him being interested in vibrators and butt plugs for you

u = unfair ( how much they like to tease )

♡ he can be quite a tease sometimes! especially when in public…

୨୧ usually he’ll tease you by pulling you down onto his lap and mumbling into your ear about how hard he is for you, making sure to pull you down on his lap a little harder so that you can really feel his hard cock pressing into you through the rough denim of his jeans

v = volume ( how loud they are, what sounds they make )

♡ hellhammer is loud but he doesn’t really moan much!

୨୧ he groans and grunts more and they’re always really deep! not to mention he loves some dirty talk, when he first enters you is usually the rare times he’ll let out one deep and strung out moan

w = wild card ( a random headcanon for the character )

♡ as mentioned in reflections of a memory, hellhammer loves when you sit atop him when he’s doing sit ups and such!

୨୧ what was not mentioned is that this sometimes leads to you riding him when he’s done with his workout, still straddling him on the floor as his sweaty hands hold your hips and he thrusts his hips up into you, smirking up at you from below

x = x-ray ( let’s see what’s going on under those clothes )

♡ hellhammer is absolutely packing, his cock is 8.8 inches and it’s quite girthy!

୨୧ he has a couple veins running down his cock too that feel incredible when he’s fucking you and his cock throbs a lot when inside of you

y = yearning ( how high is their sex drive? )

♡ hellhammer has a very high sex drive! he’s always horny after getting in his daily workout, after band practice, after a concert and so on! even if they’re things that didn’t go great like maybe he didn’t play the drums as well as he’d like or couldn’t lift as much as he wanted to, that just makes him even hornier and rougher

୨୧ you guys probably have some kind of sexual interaction at least once a day! he’s a monster…

z = zzz ( how quickly they fall asleep afterwards )

♡ hellhammer is almost never tired after sex, it’s actually kind of the opposite for him!

୨୧ because of his energy, strength and stamina, he’s actually pretty pumped up after sex and feels like lifting some weights whilst drinking some beer and listening to music or getting in some practice on his drums

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hi hi! could I request a Pitaya Dragon x Dark Cacao fan child? an example of a name might be dragonfruit choco, which my friend came up with for this ship they came up with. their dynamic is two big guys with swords and anger issues that are besties but also maybe more??? :000

oh and snapcube sonic and shadow

I only realized now that there was a suggestion for the character. Sorry about that. Anyways, this here is Dark Sapote Cookie

Also one thing to note, I basically had Dark Sapote finished months ago. I think you can tell by the way their lineart doesn’t entirely match what I do now. Literally all that was left was the sketch, which I did today. There’s another fankid in that boat, so she might get posted today too (among others that I just have forgotten to post)

But also on top of that, it’s been a good while since I’ve thought about Dark Sapote, so I may miss some stuff

Anyways, on to Dark Sapote. They’re half dragon and live in the Dark Cacao Kingdom. They have a more dragon like form they can transform into, though it’s more of a drake than a dragon, and they don’t turn into it often. They’re technically an heir to the Dark Cacao Kingdom throne, but they don’t do much of anything, so they aren’t really considered such. They also choose to live outside of the Citadel in a cave somewhere

Dark Sapote is extremely chill and often very sleepy, to the point where they’re pretty lazy. However, this isn’t entirely due to their nature, but rather due to the temperature. Because the kingdom is so cold, their body’s essentially in a low power state, as they subconsciously are in a brumation state, but also aren’t reptilian enough to actually go into it, so they’re just stuck like this. And they specifically have this problem because Pitaya is from a tropical and more fiery climate, and Dark Sapote inherited biology for a warmer climate, not a colder one. No one is really aware that this is the reason Dark Sapote is like this, not even Dark Sapote themself

In higher temperatures, they become more active and energetic, and in addition they become more powerful. But because they live where their power is dampened pretty much all the time, they don’t have the best grasp on their full power. If they were to go to say, Dragon’s Valley, they’d likely unleash mayhem with their uncontrollable power. Not quite sure how they haven’t encountered this problem yet, but whatever

They grew up in the Dark Cacao Kingdom simply because they liked Dark Cacao more than Pitaya, but they kind of all unwittingly created this giant problem for Dark Sapote, leaving them in this state

Anyways, on to the design

So Dark Sapote is a name I’ve had on file for a long time, after I discovered the existence of black sapotes, which is what they’re based on. Black sapotes are a tropical fruit like pitaya, and apparently when ripe, they taste similar to chocolate pudding

Black sapote:

So to look for things to say on their design, I watched the time lapse video Procreate makes, and now I remember, Dark Sapote was hell to design. And if I’m being honest, I think the rough sketch is the best version of them

They were apparently originally going to have horns or a crown of sorts, but I decided against it or it just didn’t work. Side note, but I need to give my characters more accessories, especially in the hair. That’s how they end up looking so plain

Their hair is supposed to be the same between the sketch and the final design, but you can’t really see it with the pose. Apparently I tried other hairstyles that would make it visible but for some reason I decided against them

Their side hair thing is supposed to be from Pitaya, with their side bang things, but I don’t think I executed it super well

The colors on the armor were such a pain, mostly because Dark Sapote has so many dark colors, making them all blend in with each other and the black lineart (I only color it at the end once colors are finalized). That was what made me shelve them for so long, because I couldn’t get them to look right, until one day I came back and was like “yeah good enough” and colored the lines, and then left because I was out at the time

Also the colors themselves aren’t the most appealing. The green and brown come from the fruit itself, but they aren’t the nicest to look at

To be honest, I think Dark Sapote needs another shot at a design. The final product isn’t the worst, but it definitely could have turned out better. And also, I like their character

And yeah, that’s Dark Sapote. If you see a redesign of them later on, don’t be too surprised. But regardless, I hope you can enjoy them in some capacity

[silentglassbreak]

The plot with Jolly at the fest sound like very interesting story. I'd love to read it

I didn't get too much detail on this one, so I'm just going to run with it? First time writing for Jolly, so let's give it a shot.

**After writing notes: WOW this one went in an entirely different direction than I expected...

It just happened. I hope someone enjoys it. LOL.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Soft smut, mentions of death

Sweater Weather

Why does no one ever have the balls to tell Noah he’s being a diva?

Listen, the man is my brother. We’re family. För alltid mitt blod. I would take a bullet for him, and I have no doubt he would do the same for me.

But, sometimes, he’s so fucking irritating.

How hard it must be to have such talent and be so attractive, everyone loves you, and you work hard to maintain an image. However, taking out the stress and pressures on the only guys who also know how being in this band feels?

Noah was arguing with one of the stage techs, telling him that the image they had prepared to be behind us doing our set was wrong. He’s right, they had prepared the image of the mannequins, when it was supposed to be the album cover, but that wasn’t this poor little man’s fault.

“God, it’s not a hard fucking thing to do!”

“I’m sorry, dude. I’m putting in the request to have it switched.” The man wasn’t exactly cowering, but he was intimidated for sure.

I stepped up behind Noah, letting a gentle hand fall on his shoulder. I could feel his muscles relax slightly under my fingers.

“C’mon man. It’ll be fine. We have an hour until our set. They’ll get it fixed.”

I felt him take a deep breath, and saw how he closed his eyes to center himself. This was something I taught him.

The tech scurried away, leaving us alone in our tent.

It was so fucking hot, which was interesting, given we were in Michigan. Upheaval festival was one of my favorites. It was a smaller event, which meant a more regular experience with the fans. Usually, it also meant better food and beer vendors.

“Hey, guess what I found?” Nick came bounding into the tent, a large mug in his hand.

“Beer, I assume?” Noah pointed his attitude at Nick, who rolled his eyes in return.

“They have a beer garden! Jolly, they’ve got a Swedish ale you might dig!”

I snorted. “Guarantee it isn’t actually Swedish.” Grabbing my hat from the couch, I placed it over my long hair that was pulled back in a low ponytail, and headed for the exit.

“I will go check it out though. Folio out there?”

Nick nodded. “He was spotted, so he’s chatting with some fans.”

I smirked. “Let’s hope he can get out before the set.”

Noah turned and looked at me. “Don’t be late getting back, please! We go on in under an hour.”

Shooting him a thumbs up, I headed for the mayhem of the festival.

As suspected, there was nothing Swedish about the beer, but it did have good flavor. I stood to the right of the beer garden, sipping my mug, and people watched.

It was always so fascinating to see the mix of people who came to these shows. European festivals were one thing but American festivals? You saw everything from multi-colored hair to breasts only barely covered by mesh tops or pasties. It was a sight to behold.

After a moment of zoning out, I looked down at my watch to see I still had twenty minutes before we had to head to the stage. Noah was likely bursting because I wasn’t back yet, and I smiled to myself at the thought. He could sweat for a few minutes, would do him good.

Deciding I should at least start making my way back there, my eyes scanned for the direction I needed to go, somehow getting turned around. Eyes searching over heads and bodies, I didn’t even see the person coming toward me, knocking my shoulder directly into them as I began walking forward.

My beer sloshed over the edge of the cup, pouring foam down the girl’s arm.

“Fuck! I am so sorry!” I turned, and my eyes locked onto the face in front of me.

Wisps of natural, dirty blonde hair floated in the slight breeze, framing a tan, small face. The rest of her hair was pulled up on top of her head in a bun, tightly secured. Her eyes were lightly lined with black, mascara clinging to her lashes. Pink, full lips covered by only a thin gloss were hanging open, startled by the cold liquid on her shoulder.

“Shit! I didn’t even see you, I’m so sorry!” She apologized, wiping her arm with the sweater tied around her waist. Her white tank top was now an amber color on one side.

I couldn’t speak. She was gorgeous.

“Jesus, I’m such a fucking klutz.” She groaned, hastily grabbing napkins off of the cart behind us and wiping at her arm, and then at my hand.

When her ice blue eyes looked up at me, I felt the air rush back into my lungs.

“No, no that was my fault. I’m very sorry.”

When the realization crossed her face, I saw it like a firework exploding behind her vision.

“You’re Jolly fucking Karlsson!”

This made me chuckle. “Something like that, yeah.”

I reached a hand out, which she took graciously, smiling at me with a wide, toothy grin.

“It’s such an honor. I’m a huge fan. I was actually rushing so I could get back to see your set!”

Her words snapped me back.

Fuck.

“Oh, good! I’ve got to get over there! But, uh,” My brain was working overtime. “maybe I can find you after? You can buy me another beer?”

I let any suave I had take over, which seemed to work decently, given she blinked multiple times.

“Sure, of course!”

“Jolly!” My head snapped over to see Matt barreling toward me. “Dude we go on in ten minutes!”

Looking back, I watched as her face fell slightly, my arm now being physically pulled in the opposite direction. Being led away, I hollered.

“I’ll meet you back here!”

I was only given a nod, and a wave in response.

-

The set was electric, Noah's earlier nerves rolling off of him comfortably as he put on a show. Nick was absolutely flawless on his bass, flipping his hair over and over. Folio, as usual, lost himself in the drum beats, freestyling here and there.

I, however, was way off my game. Something about my encounter with the mesmerizing blonde earlier kept me thoroughly distracted. Over and over, my eyes swam through the sea of people in the crowd, trying my hardest to find a blonde messy bun and steel blue eyes, but it was in vain. I couldn't see anything.

I thought about her again and again, unable to shake the feeling of wonder from my bones. For whatever reason, I needed to see this girl again. Her aura, her energy, it radiated beauty, rarity, like a gemstone.

Pärla. A magnificent treasure.

The thoughts racing in my brain made me lose my focus more than once. During Nowhere to Go, I missed several notes, my guitar making an awful screeching sound. I forgot to sing backup vocals during Limits entirely, earning me a glare from Noah, and a look of concern from Nick.

I had ignored it, and continued on, my eyes still searching. It was hopeless. I would find her after. I had to.

Once Dethrone concluded, and I ran off stage, setting my guitar down, I felt a hand pull my arm, flinging my backward.

"Dude, are you okay?" Nick looked straight at me. "You drunk?"

I furrowed my brow. "Of course not."

"Well, you don't really fuck up on stage, Jolly, so what the fuck?" Noah was standing directly behind Nick, eyes shooting me down with fury.

I shrugged. "I'm sorry. I was looking for someone."

This made them both leer backward a moment. "Who?" Noah asked.

"This girl. I met her at the beer garden."

They reacted equally differently. Nick let up a sly smirk, his eyebrows raising. Noah, however, narrowed his eyes.

"You almost blew the set for some broad?"

Rolling my eyes, I turned toward them. "I didn't blow the fucking set, Noah. Quit being so dramatic."

I could see the fire burning behind his irises, which I would definitely pay for later in the form of his attitude.

"Are you fucking kidding, dude?" Noah began scolding me, but Nick held up a hand.

"Chill. Jolly never fucks up, ever." He turned to Noah, giving him stern eyes. "And the set was fine."

Huffing, Noah stomped away, throwing a tantrum like a child.

I smiled at Nick, grateful. "You know how he gets at festivals."

Nodding, I began to walk away. "Got to go."

Waving him off, I weaved through all of the people behind the stage area, making my way back out to our tent, where Davis and Matt were already packing up equipment. I grabbed a clean shirt out of my backpack, and slipped it over my head. I pulled half of my hair up in a tight bun on top of my head, and slipped on my sunglasses.

Headed back out, I noticed the sun was nearly set, and the beer garden area was almost vacant, most people over by the stages. Sleep Token had just started, so the vendors were long abandoned by almost everyone.

I found the napkin cart, and stood, arms crossed, scanning around. After about ten minutes, I had to remove my sunglasses to be able to see clearly as night was falling. A chill ran up my spine as the temperature began to drop. No sign of her, but I didn't mind waiting.

Thirty minutes.

Forty-five.

One hour.

I stood, eyes glancing around, head bobbing to Sleep Token's heavy bass and Vessel's incredible vocals. However, my mind was elsewhere. Maybe she didn't want to miss their set? Maybe she forgot where to meet? I didn't know how to find her.

I didn't even know her name.

It was a mystery, and I couldn't get it out of my head. I was going to have to give up soon. The festival would be ending, and I would have to get back with the guys, head back to the hotel. The thought made my stomach sink. Why was I so entranced with the idea of this girl? All she did was spill beer on me. Why did I insist on finding her?

"Jolly?"

I spun, much faster than I should've, on my heel, and was met with cold, freezing blue eyes, staring up at me. Her gloss was worn off, and her eyeliner was smudging ever so slightly under her eyes. Her bun was long gone, blonde hair now free-flowing down across her shoulders.

"Pärla."

Her smile was confused. "Uh,"

"It means gem. I didn't know your name, so I decided to go with that."

The blush on her cheeks was a sweet addition to that gorgeous sun kissed skin.

"I like that." She rubbed her palms on the front of her jeans. I noticed her sweater was now around her shoulders, covering the beer stain on her tank top. "I'm sorry, I know we said we'd meet after your set. I had to get one of my friends back to our hotel."

Shaking my head, I waved her off. "No worries."

"Did you wait long?"

An hour wasn't a long time, I don't think.

"Nope."

With a finger pointed at the beer garden, she asked, "So, you want that beer?"

I perused this. I wasn't much for a drink right now, comfortable with just talking to her. "You going to have one?"

Shrugging, she looked over toward the crowd. "I don't think so. I've got to get back to the hotel with my friends soon. One of them is really drunk, and is a sick mess."

My face soured. "That doesn't sound fun."

Scrunching her face, she stuck her hands in the pocket of her sweater. "It isn't. I'm pretty annoyed about it, actually."

Nodding, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I had been ignoring it for a while.

Matt: Dude, if you're coming with us, we gotta go now.

I typed a quick response.

Me: Meet you back at the hotel.

We walked around the festival grounds for a while, just chatting about different things, somehow managing to distract her from the fact that she should go back to her hotel, and I, mine.

"You're from Florida?"

She nodded. "Daytona. I hate it."

"Why? Isn't it sunny and beautiful all year-round?" I chuckled.

She joined me. "Sure, if you like a lot of drugs and alligators everywhere."

We found some benches, having a seat. I pulled a pack of smokes from my pocket, lighting one.

She stared at me, smirking. I lifted the pack toward her. "Want one?"

She shook her head. "I'm okay. Thanks, though."

Blowing out the smoke, I turned my attention back to her face.

"So why come to Michigan for a festival?"

Her eyes were lost on the crowd, amused. "Why not?" She leaned back on her seat. "I love the adventure of traveling. Seeing different cities. If I get to enjoy good music while I'm at it, why not?"

"You get to meet a lot of cool people doing it, huh?"

Looking over to me, I saw her lips turn up slightly. "Yeah, I do."

A cool silence fell over us for a moment while I finished my cigarette.

Out of my peripheral vision, I saw her head turn toward me. "It's closing."

We noticed the bodies moving past us toward the exit. I nodded. "We should get going soon."

I swore I saw a flash of disappointment cross her features, but only for a second before a look of excitement crept across her face.

"Hey, you want to go somewhere?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Where?"

Smirking, she stood, pulling at my arm. "I know a place, c'mon."

With no time to protest, she pulled me, and I had to nearly jog to keep up. I watched her hair, looking nearly silver against the bright lights at the parking area, fly behind her as she ran toward the Uber line.

We waited, and I slipped my sunglasses back on, and tried not to be obvious.

Once our turn came, she leaned forward to give the driver the address, quiet enough so I wouldn't hear. The driver raised a brow.

"I'm pretty sure it's closed for the night."

She waved at him. "Just go. It'll be fine."

With a nod, he began driving. I stared at her. "Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?"

Her teeth flashed. "You'll have to wait and find out." And she turned to look out at the darkness beyond her window.

Something inside me wasn't worried.

We walked along the boardwalk, out onto the sand. We could hear the soft waves crashing, but it was difficult to see beyond she shoreline.

"Welcome to Lake Michigan!"

The stars, bright and vast, seemed to bounce off of the stillness of the water. It was breathtaking. She bound ahead of me, slipping her shoes off and holding them. Her eyes were fixed on the water, before she dropped down in the sand, looking up at the sky.

I followed suit, taking a heavy seat next to her. It was so quiet, so calm. We weren't supposed to be here at midnight, but something in the chilled air felt so serene.

"What did you call me before?" Her voice was even, still looking at the sky.

"Hm?" I had to shake out of my thoughts.

"At the festival. You called me a name. In another language."

I smiled. "Pärla." She looked back at me. "It means gem."

A warm grin spread across her lips. "I like that." She echoed her earlier sentiment.

It occurred to me at that point, that she still had not told me her first name.

"What else do I call you?"

Her eyes narrowed, thinking. What was there to think about?

"I think that'll do."

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Her gaze turned back up to the sky. "Pärla. That's good."

"You're not going to tell me your name?" Confusion laced my voice.

Hugging her knees to her chest, her eyes transfixed on the stars, she bit her lip. "Not yet."

It was strange, but what could I do?

Silence fell over us again, but she eventually spoke up.

"Do you ever miss Sweden?"

Clearing my throat, I mimicked her body language, pulling my knees up.

"Sometimes. It's my home."

Her lips were pulled in a tight line, and I saw what looked to be a tear brimming at her eyes. "I never miss mine. I'm never going back."

"Why not?"

Turning to look at me, a slow tear rolled down her cheek, but she held a sad smile. "I'm happy right where I am."

Trying to process what she said, I struggled, because all I could feel was the urge to grab the tear with my finger, and wipe it from her face. I kept my hands to myself, however.

"So," I tried to lighten the conversation. "how long have you been a fan?"

This made a genuine grin crack across her face. "About a year. I heard you guys for the first time on TikTok. When I looked into the music, I was hooked."

I nodded, listening to the smooth sounds of the waves. "Yeah, that's how a lot of people found us."

"It's good music. I really enjoyed the new album."

"Yeah, it was fun to make."

She looked directly at me. "Do you like being in a band? What's it like?"

That made me huff out a laugh. "It's something else, that's for sure. Chaotic, at times. Rewarding, most others."

Amused, she crossed her legs under her and turned her body to face me. "What are the other guys like?" I raised a brow and she smiled sheepishly. "I'm not trying to fangirl, just curious."

Shaking my head, I turned to face her as well. "Nick is awesome. Mediator when things get tense. He tends to keep a cool head easier than the rest of us." I sighed. "Folio is...young. He's so lighthearted, and full of life. I envy that sometimes." She smiled at that.

"And Noah is..." I trailed off, choosing my words carefully. "Brilliant, but can be a lot sometimes."

"Like how?"

"Like," I intertwined my fingers. "he gets anxious. He's a perfectionist, so there's never room for error. It can be a pain in the ass, but we owe a lot of our success to it."

She nodded. "He's talented."

"Very. So, we put up with it, mostly."

Peering up at me from under her lashes, she spoke low. "And what about you, Jolly? What are you like?"

This gave me pause. How do I answer that?

"I'm..." I really had to think about that answer. "I don't know, really. I'm just, me? The guys call me the 'Dad' of the group, but I'm really only a few years older than Nick."

A hand slid over my knee, and I glanced down at it. "Well, I don't know you very well. Only from what time we've spent the last few hours, but I think you're very interesting."

Resting my chin on a fist, I considered her words. "Do you?"

"Yeah, I do. I think you're very sweet. And complex."

"Complex?"

She let out a giggle, which broke the quiet air with a sweet sound.

"Well, you got in an Uber with a complete stranger, without knowing where you're going, and now you're sitting on a beach in the middle of the night."

This made me smirk. "Point taken."

"That's shows adventure. I like it."

I focused on the ring piercing her left nostril, and the small batch of freckles on her nose. Her hair was hanging long, the moonlight illuminating it.

I felt the pull, the same one that brings the planets together. The pull that gravity is made of. Her eyes flashed back and forth between mine, and her lips parted so slightly. Instinctively, I leaned close to her until I could feel her breath against my face. It was cool, almost cold.

When the soft skin of her lips touched mine, she took a breath in, gasping.

My hand lifted to press against her cheek, pulling her closer, and pressing our lips together.

Like a lightning bolt struck the sand between us, we were lit up with energy. Her body lunged toward me, knees climbing up into my lap as she kissed me, tongue pressing into my mouth. My hands wrapped around to her back, pulling her into me, as she writhed against me.

Her hips pressed down, jeans grinding against mine, the lack of friction making it nearly unbearable. My lips kissed down to her neck, sucking and biting at the soft skin. Her hair had fallen over her face, eyes fluttered closed. Her fingers were grazing down my chest, pulling at the fabric of my t-shirt, and eventually landing to the button of my jeans.

My own hands located the access point of her pants, popping them open. Disconnecting for a moment, she pulled back to shimmy out of her jeans, leaving her in a pair of black panties, kneeling in the sand in front of me.

Staring directly into my eyes, she reached to my jeans and opened them effortlessly, unzipping them, my aching cock bulging against the fabric of my boxers. Her hand slipped to the waistband, freeing my erection. I stared at her with intent. Something in her eyes was dark, something I couldn't place.

"Do you want to?" Her voice was so small. So desperate.

I couldn't respond, so I only reached for her, pulling her face back to me. I laid her down on her back, leaning over her and letting my mouth mold over hers, one hand slipping down her stomach, to her core.

My fingers easily grazed past the elastic of the underwear, running through the soft patch of curls just underneath, until I felt the moisture of her lips between my fingers.

She moaned into my mouth as I slipped my middle finger inside of her, curling it to press against that soft, sweet spot that had her breathing erratic.

"Fuck." She breathed against my mouth. My hand was pumping her hard, a delicious wet sound nearly drowned out by the waves behind us.

"I don't have a condom on me, Pärla."

Her eyes snapped open, and she smiled. "I'm okay, if you are."

Morals? Rational thought? Responsibility? What is that?

I was okay. More than okay. This could be bad. Dangerous, even. Something in my gut - no - my soul told me that this needed to happen, and it needed to happen now.

Steady fingers pulled her panties down, slipping them off, before I hovered over her, lining the head up with her entrance.

As slow and precise as possible, I pressed in, my eyes falling closed with the vibrant sensation that engulfed me. She let out a long, deep groan with me.

"Oh God, Jolly."

I let my lips fall back down to the flesh on her neck, thrusting in and out comfortably, savoring the feel of her on my skin.

We went on like this for longer than I would've expected. Our voices echoed off of the water, the darkness swallowing us as our bodies synchronized. Her pussy tightened around me each time I pulled out, begging for more.

Eventually, I sped up the snapping of my hips, leaning up to get a better angle, pulling her knee up to her chest.

Her hands dug into the sand around us, head careened backward.

"Oh Jolly, fuck, so fucking good." She was biting down on her lip so hard, it was sure to bleed.

I was so close. I needed her release. "Come for me, Pärla." My breathing began stuttering. "Let go, for me."

A long, visceral moan left her lips, and I felt her walls spasm around me as I began emptying into her, my orgasm smacking me hard in the chest.

I pumped us through it, one hand holding her face, watching the waves of pleasure rush over it.

Once we slowed to a stop, I collapsed next to her, a lazy smile on my face.

"That was..." I started, too tired to finish my sentence.

"Unreal." Her words were stark. Matter of fact. Her eyes were looking back up at the stars.

I followed suit, zipping my jeans back up.

"I'm glad I met you today, Jolly."

I let my eyes fall on her again, and smiled. "Me too, Pärla."

My eyes opened to a flashlight shining directly on them.

"Hey, asshole!" I squinted, my hands coming up to shield my vision from the abrasive light. "You can't fucking sleep here. Go find a fucking shelter!"

"What?" I sat up, looking up at the person in front of me. A police officer.

"You've got to get out of here, man. I don't want to take you in."

I held my hands up in defense, standing to my feet. My eyes glanced around, realizing I was very much alone.

"Where's the girl I was with?"

The cop raised an eyebrow. "No one but you here, bud. Let's go."

His hand grabbed my arm, leading me off the beach. I turned back toward the water, hollering out into the darkness.

"Pärla?!"

No response. Just silence.

-

A week had gone by, and I was back home.

I had done everything I could think of to find her, but still came up with nothing. No name. No number. Just a physical description and vague location. Have you any idea how many blonde-haired, blue-eyed, tan-skinned girls are in Daytona, FL? It was comical.

After about four days, I had pretty much given up. Part of me felt hurt. Why had she left? Was she okay? She knew me, why hadn't she reached out?

Was she just in it for the sex? Or to say she screwed a member of the band? Did she regret it?

Something felt wrong. Her presence, her energy. It felt so genuine. I struggled to believe she really just ran off, leaving me to fall asleep alone on that beach.

I had Ubered back to the hotel, heading straight to Noah's room to tell him what happened. It was 4AM by the time I made it back, and he looked at me like I was insane.

Still, he showed his human side for a moment, and empathized with me, offering to help try and find her.

Back in Los Angeles, I was sitting in the studio, trying to perfect a guitar rift, when Noah bounded in with Folio. We had everyone together for the next two weeks before we left for the next festival.

"I don't get why people are so scummy."

I raised an eyebrow at Folio's words. "What's that?"

He turned to look at me, falling into a chair. "This article, man. About Upheaval?"

I stopped my strumming, looking up to give him my full attention.

I took note that Noah was scrolling on his phone fervently.

"What about it?"

Noah looked up at me, pursing his lips. "I guess someone got really hurt?"

"Not hurt. Someone fucking died, dude."

This made me furrow my brows. "What?"

"Yeah. Some girl got trampled in the fucking crowd."

Noah rolled his eyes. "The article I read said she had a seizure, and fell into the crowd. They didn't get her out in time."

"During which set?"

"Sleep Token." Noah responded.

"Wow, really? I saw damn near the entire thing. I didn't see anything happen."

"Well, that's the point, man. No one did, until the end. By that time, she had choked or something." Noah handed his phone to me, and I noticed it was scrolled to the bottom of the article.

"It's bullshit they waited so long to say something." Folio chimed in.

Noah shrugged. "Trying to protect the festival's reputation, I guess. Too bad. She was fucking cute, too."

My thumb scrolled to the top of the article, taking a moment as it was long.

When the picture at the top came into view, my hand that held my rig went slack, dropping the instrument on the floor.

It didn't make sense. It was a mistake of some kind.

25 Year Old Female Dies At Music Festival - Safety Protocols Being Investigated

The photograph that stared back at me, mocking my dropped jaw and widened eyes.

"Jolly, you good, dude?" Folio asked as he reached down to grab my guitar, now on the floor.

I couldn't respond. My blood had coagulated in my veins. My skin hardened to stone as my eyes stared at the picture, mind blanking.

The girl in the picture stared into my very soul.

Dirty blonde hair. Ice blue eyes. Small patch of freckles. Plush pink lips.

Pärla.

[ternfic]

Reboot

Chapter Ten

“Brickowski!” Business greeted upon spotting him, grinning widely. “Fancy seeing you here! Did you come for the wedding?”

“Yeah,” Emmet answered, barely giving it a thought. “What are you doing here? I thought you went golfing!”

“Oh I did, I did,” Business waved him off. “But wouldn’t you know it, our world is flat? I lost my golf ball over the edge! I fell too when I tried to get it back, and one of those nice Auroran scouts saved me and brought me here! And this place is so great, I haven’t left since!” Rex and Emmet exchanged glances; Rex looked weirded out by the whole exchange. “Who’s your friend?”

“Actually, this is my brother, Rex,” Emmet introduced him.

Business lit right up. “You have a brother! That’s great! I have a brother too actually, did you know?” He paused, then frowned. “It’s been a long time since I last saw him…”

“Do you miss him?” Emmet asked.

“I suppose, I mean we were never super close or anything… Kind of sad, isn’t it…?” He perked back up again. “But hey, once our world is merged with Systar, Risky and I will have all the time in the world to hang out!”

“Almost had him,” Rex muttered. Emmet elbowed him.

“Say, I hope you two aren’t planning on going to the wedding dressed like that. It’s a high-profile event, you know, you’ll stick out like sore thumbs!”

Rex pounced on the opportunity. “Yeah we kinda came on short notice. Don’t suppose you might be able to help us out?”

“Sure, there’s time yet! Come on!” Business gestured for them to follow, and began to walk again. “So how’s Bricksburg been in my absence?”

Lucy was marched back into the palace by the black-armored scout, hands bound in front of her. Mayhem was waiting for them. Lucy gave her a defiant glare.

“General,” the scout greeted with a salute. “We lost sight of the tall one, but Dangervest and his other companion were spotted heading toward Suburbia. Havoc’s on their trail as we speak.”

“Excellent work,” Mayhem praised. “I’ll handle this one. I need you back out there to find the missing rebel.”

“Of course, General.” Discord left them, then. The two stared at each other. Lucy watched warily, wondering what Mayhem would do next. She wasn’t expecting the General to pop off her helmet.

Or for her to be so cute.

…Damn it, where did that thought come from-?!

“I’m sorry,” Mayhem said. “It seems we started off on the wrong foot.”

“And whose fault is that?” Lucy snapped. The General bowed her head, accepting the blame.

“The Duplos told us about all of their encounters with your people. I thought, if I talked tough, if I acted tough, maybe then I could get you to listen. The Duplo scouts we sent certainly didn’t seem to be getting anywhere with you.” She held up a hand to forestall Lucy’s argument. “We did eventually realize they weren’t the best ambassadors to send to your planet, which was why we stopped sending them.”

The human blinked as that sank in. “So- it wasn’t because we moved to Apocalypseburg?”

It was Mayhem’s turn to stare in surprise. “No… You built it because of the Duplos?”

“We thought it was the only thing that would stop attracting them!”

“We thought you moved there because it was part of your ‘aesthetic’ or something…”

Lucy heaved an aggravated sigh and dragged her hands over her face. “Would you just tell me what it is you want with us? Cause we tried to play nice at first, but then your Duplos started trying to eat people. They even said they were there to destroy us!”

“We just wanted to join you,” Mayhem said softly. “To play with you. You inspired our world. You gave us our queen. We’ve always looked up to you…”

“You guys are terrible communicators,” Lucy sighed.

“I know,” Mayhem admitted, flinching. “But that’s why I had Havoc and Discord bring you to me, so that we can just… talk, and try to figure something out together. Like we should have done from the start. That’s kind of what this whole wedding thing is about, even. We’re trying to find a way to stop all the fighting.”

Lucy let her guard down. The alien General seemed sincere. “Alright,” she relented. “Alright. What did you have in mind?”

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was certain someone would have been proud of her for taking the peaceful option. She shoved the thought from her mind, giving Mayhem her full attention.

[maddys-nerd-blog]

Maddy’s Top Five Favorite TMNT Episodes from Every Series!

Welcome to my ranking list! My first of many, hopefully! I even spiced things up and made it all fancy with the different font! 😂 god I’m getting old.

A while ago I made a PowerPoint presentation for fun about the history of the TMNT and the franchise. From that point it led to me gaining a spot in a YouTube video series discussing the movies leading up to the premier of Mutant Mayhem, and it’s been one of the best things to happen to me despite the terrible stuff I’ve gone through.

TMNT really saved me at the lowest point of my life in the winter of 2022. It inspired me to go back to Tumblr. I met and befriended incredibly talented people in this fandom. And I’ve found a reason to be happy again because of it. The pain of losing my big sister still aches, and I miss her more each passing day, but I know she’d tell me to get off my ass and do what made me happy.

So for my birthday this weekend, I’ll share this with you guys to celebrate something that brought me joy through all this pain. ❤️‍🩹

Let’s talk turtles! 💙💜❤️🧡

Lemme explain the criteria for this real fast;

The episode had to have come from a current/ up to date show. It has to be fully completed!

The episodes have to catch my interest and the plot needs to be gripping! The angstier the better!

Any of the series episodes are candidates for a win! Except for certain ones that I’d rather not watch 🤣

SPOILERS BEWARE! Cuz… well, I dunno who’s finished the shows and I don’t wanna ruin the surprise for others!

Also, this never would have been possible without @jadethest0ne for inspiring me! Thank you for all you do in the TMNT fandom, your art/ analyses are wonderful!!! Please go give them support!!

Onto the list proper! Starting with the series that started it all: 1987!

The Maltese Hamster ( Season 3 Ep. 4 ) An excellent Donatello solo episode that takes the tone of a detective noir movie, but keeping the fun vibe of the show! Donnie gets to take center stage for once, April gets to use a laser gun, and the shift in tone sets the mood really well! It’s downright harrowing to watch a building collapse on Donnie and see him limping away from the scene in agony, passing out at Irma’s feet, trying to save his brothers despite the odds. Donnie’s my favorite turtle for a reason!

Raphael Meets His Match ( Season 4 Ep. 17 ) The first appearance of Mona Lisa, and I can see why the fans adore this ship so much! The chemistry between Mona and Raph throughout this one episode is really telling of how impactful one character can be to a franchise! Mona is really fun! She’s not just a token ‘girl character’ trope or an archetype, she can handle herself and kick ass alongside the turtles, plus she and Raph have some pretty witty banter together!

Beware The Lotus ( Season 3 Ep. 28 ) The introduction of Lotus Blossom! It’s speculated that the inspiration for Karai came from Lotus! Lotus and Leo had great chemistry together, it's a shame we only got two episodes to spend with her. She really is an interesting character with loads of story potential about finding your place in the world, discovering who you are, changing your destiny to make it what you want. This is me basically saying I am now part of the Lotus Blossom Fan Club.

Cowabunga, Shredhead! ( Season 3 Ep. 18 ) This is one of the fan favorite episodes, and after I watched it for the first time I could not stop laughing. James Avery does his best Mikey impression while playing the over the top Shredder, and everyone just accepts it??? It’s downright genius! The meme material from this one is plentiful!

Michelangelo Meets Mondo Gecko ( Season 5 Ep. 4 ) The introduction of Mondo himself, and he’s got a really cool design! On first viewing I was pleasantly surprised by his unique color scheme and his character! He’s a bad guy that gets a redemption arc by the end of the episode! I was rooting for him the whole time! It was this debut that made me adore Mondo, and he’s since become my favorite mutant character of the franchise!

Honorable Mentions are Donatello’s Duplicate and Turtlemaniac!

Next up is a controversial one, but I gotta be honest… ‘03 isn’t my favorite series for a lot of reasons, but I will admit! When this series had fantastic episodes, they were AMAZING. So I gotta give credit when due and give kudos to these wins!

The Shredder Strikes Back Parts One and Two ( Season 1 Episodes 17-18 ) Nothing really tops how good this show was in the first season, and these episodes take the comic storyline of Leo’s beatdown and bring it to life masterfully. For Leo’s segments of part one it’s spent mostly with no dialogue— the animation and music carrying how serious the scene is as Leo has to fight for his life against the Foot and how desperate he becomes as he grows weaker and weaker. The second episode is non-stop action as the rest of the turtles, Splinter, April and Casey have to fend off the Foot and Shredder as they fight for their lives in the antique shop. This is one of Michael Sinterniklass’s BEST performances as Leo in these episodes. The stakes are higher than ever before, the animation is gorgeous, and everyone gives it their all for this epic mid-season finale.

Same As It Never Was ( Season 3 Ep. 21 ) This is the episode I would tell people to watch if they think TMNT is just kiddie trash.

Bad Blood ( Season 6 Ep. 12 ) Probably the Fast Forward concept I wish got expanded on instead of giving it two standalone stories and dropping it entirely. It’s a cool idea that I wish got touched upon more often because, yeah, what would evil clones of the turtles look like? What kind of abilities could they have? There’s infinite possibilities! I could live without the new catchphrase ‘It's Ninja Time’ though. While Fast Forward is flawed, this episode was the one I thoroughly liked!

Insane in the Membrane ( Season 4 Ep. 19 ) The infamously banned episode, and all I have to say about it is two words. Holy. Shit.

The Real World Part One ( Season 3 Ep. 22 ) Any team-up with Usagi Yojimbo is a good one, and this was such a delight! It’s loosely based on one of the Usagi stories from the comics, and I loved how badass they made both Usagi and Tomoe! Leo and Usagi have great chemistry as always, and you can tell they have a strong bond with one another as warriors! Or boyfriends depending on how you interpret their relationship but honestly I totally see where everyone is coming from, THESE TWO ARE ADORABLE DORKS.

Next up is my all-time favorite incarnation of the franchise, 2012!! I have A LOT to say about so many of the episodes but alas, I could only choose five to discuss. One day… one day I shall make a thesis about it 🤣 for now however, here’s my top five faves from this series!

The Yojimbo Trilogy ( Season 5 Episodes 7-9 ) Oh. My. God. YES. The love letter to Stan Sakai’s comics, the beautiful homage to vintage Japanese cinema with the camera framework and action, and OH MY LORD, THE COLORS AND SHADING DURING USAGI’S FIGHT WITH JAY IN THE FINALE???? THAT’S CINEMA! Excellent voice acting by Yuki Matsuzaki, which was his first English speaking role and personally chosen by Sakai himself to play the ronin rabbit! My only complaint is that I wish we’d gotten more of the Yojimbo characters in here, like Tomoe or Gen! Otherwise I can watch all three of these episodes on repeat and always get excited!

Lone Rat and Cubs ( Season 5 Ep. 10 ) The final appearance of Splinter, the episode Kevin Eastman wrote, and a beautiful send-off to this character. It’s a flashback, yes, but this is the episode we get to see Yoshi adapting to his mutation as a rat, raising his boys, trying to be a good father and struggling to survive from the Krang. It’s a part of his life we rarely ever get to see, and this episode shows us why he was a great father. Basically it's a try not to cry challenge. For me, THIS episode is the series finale because it’s just a perfect conclusion to Splinter and his story.

Requiem/Owari ( Season 4 Episodes 25-26 ) The finale to the overall series, the finale to this overarching story, and it’s just as heartbreaking and suspenseful as you’d expect. The writers don't hold back their punches, and it shows that the gloves have finally come off. The characters we’ve come to love and care for are at their breaking point, the Shredder is the most threatening he’s ever been, and the team decides it’s time to put the monster down for good. Whoever thinks this show was just ‘kiddie trash’ needs to be sat down and shown this two-parter, because GODDAMN. Ciro Nieli treated this with so much care and respect. I cannot help but adore the team who put this together because the stakes have been raised to an all-time high, and the final showdown between Shredder and the turtles here is hair-raising, all reaching its climax when Leonardo finishes Oroku Saki by beheading him. It’s powerful, it’s devastating, and it’s a damn excellent showcase of why this series was the best iteration of the franchise to date.

The Fourfold Trap ( Season 3 Ep. 23 ) Yet another homage to a horror movie, only this time it’s a lot more intense. Based on Saw, this episode makes you sit on the edge of your seat as you can only hope that the turtles will escape the traps Karai’s put them in. It’s all nerve wracking to watch on a first viewing experience, POOR DONNIE OH MY GOD, CAN WE STOP PUTTING THIS BOY IN ELECTROCUTION DEVICES???? He still manages to create a plan to save his brothers even while he’s being electrocuted! Also, SPLINTER IS BEST RAT DAD. This episode will teach you the meaning of ‘angsty dread’ and ‘overwhelming anxiety.’

Trans-Dimensional Turtles ( Season 4 Ep. 10 ) THE TURTLES FOREVER WE DESERVED BUT WE DIDN'T GET UNTIL CIRO NIELI HOOKED US UP WITH THE BEST CROSSOVER WE’VE EVER BEEN BLESSED WITH! The OG turtles are all so much fun to see again both in and out of 2D, Gilbert Godfried is always a delight, the 2012 turtles in traditional 2D animation is awesome, and ALL THE OG VOICE ACTORS ARE HERE AND CLEARLY HAVING THE TIMES OF THEIR LIVES. THE ROB PAULSEN JOKE IS LITERALLY A BLESSING XD I only wish it had been longer!

Honorable Mentions are Slash and Destroy, Pizza-Face, Within the Woods and Mutant Gangland!

And rounding it off is the last— but certainly not least— series, Rise!! I adore this one!! It’s right behind 2012 as my favorite TMNT series just for the stellar animation!! It’s such a shame that this one had to end so unfairly, but today I’m giving it the love it deserves!! Please note that I have yet to complete season two of ROTTMNT cuz my life has been crazy hectic and I haven’t had the time, but once I do, I’ll go back and update this section if I find more episodes I liked!

Raph’s Ride Along ( Season 2 Ep. 8A ) Ummmmmm the 2012 VA’s playing parody versions of their turtles as yokai criminals??? HELL YEAH. If only they got Astin to play a character though! Then we would’ve had a reverse Turtles Forever reunion! I came out of this episode really loving the Mud Dogz as characters and wanting more, especially Dastardly Danny cuz Rob Paulsen is always a win! Too bad this show got canned before we could really get to know these guys. BUT HEY! That’s what the fandom is for! 🤣

Insane in the Mama Train ( Season 1 Episode 25 ) When I watched this series blind, this episode blew my mind. Seeing something so well done had me screaming in joy with how expertly this episode was crafted. The stellar action choreography, the great comedic elements splashed in to lighten the tense mood, the ANIMATION OH MY LORD. Disney, take notes. And that ending leaves a pit in my stomach every time, like OOOOF, those expressions! That sudden tonal swap!

Mystic Library ( Season 1, Ep. 20A ) Probably my favorite comedy episode! The timing for the jokes in this one specifically is so well done, and every single one had me in tears. I’ve been trying to commit Donnie’s library rap to memory but alas, I’ve been failing.

The Clothes Don’t Make The Turtle ( Season 2 Episode 10B ) THIS. MORE OF THIS PRETTY PLEASE. It's just SO MUCH FUN. I really don’t have anything else to say other than this one is a great treat, also, the reanimated fan cut of this is spectacular!!

Snow Day ( Season 1 Ep. 23B ) This, for me, is the Christmas special of the series even though it’s in no way related to the holiday or has anything to do with it BUT I DON’T CARE LET ME DREAM. I love this one for the adorable interactions and the bonding! Seeing the characters goofing off and having fun, enjoying the weather and spending time together outside of the angst? I CRAVE FLUFF LIKE THIS.

And Tada! There it is! I hope you liked this!! It was tons of fun to compile all my favorite episodes into one project and share my thoughts! This fandom has been nothing but fantastic and I’m proud to be in it!

Thank you to all who have inspired me to keep going and pursue my dreams. You guys are great! @queen-with-the-quill @tending-the-hearth @wasted-and-ready @tmnt-tychou @mermmarie @figuringitoutasigoalong @lameboobah @zandiiangelspit @pumpkinpie59 @indieyuugure @angelicdavinci @imagine4000

And thank you to my IRL friends who have pulled me to my feet and supported me. Not only are you guys the best people I know, but I consider you guys family. You really saved me last year. I’m honored to call you my friends 💓

What are your favorite episodes?? Lemme know!! 😁 Maybe I’ll do a movie ranking next!

Cowabunga!! Have a great day!! 💚💚

[bittybat28]

I’m in a Mary Goore mood so let’s do some head cannons! Goore x Reader

(18+ for this because there will be some NSFW, blood and because Mary is a perverted gremlin)

1. I believe Mary is in some way related to the Emeritus family so he now lives at the ministry in which he helps with the Ghost project all while spreading chaos with the Ghoul’s and scaring the living shit out of siblings and Sister Imperator!

2. Mary was never one to be in relationships but as soon as he saw you, he was obsessed. He tried to be everywhere you were, wether it was “bumping” into you while you were working or finding out your favorite places in the ministry so he could be there too. And he will often make sexual jokes because Mary is Mary and that’s one of the ways he flirts.

3. I feel as if he’s a lot like the Ghouls and will often bring you gifts to show he likes you. Bones are a big thing! He will make you jewelry out of the ones he finds (or digs up..he’ll never tell) and leave them in your room or in a favorite place you like to be. If you like stuffed animals, he will make one for you. He has a secret sewing hobby that no one knows about. His stuffed animals won’t exactly be normal of course. He’ll make you a bunny with one missing eye or a torn ear, the end hanging off by a safety pin! It’ll look beat up but he’s damn proud of it!

4. Mary is not good with speaking his emotions but he will try and show it. His affection’s can be rough because he definitely gets cute aggression. He loves you so much he just wants to squeeze you and kiss you to death! They want to touch you everywhere, even in public. If you’re a sibling of sin, his sneaky hands are trying to get under that habit or uniform. if you scold him, he will pout a bit but will hold your waist or put his hand at your ass instead.

5. Mary likes rough sex. He wants you screaming his name through the entire thing. Blood and knife kink all the way! He loves blood. The smell, the texture, the taste all drive him wild and it furthers that feral-ness in him when you’re covered in it! Wether it’s his blood or yours doesn’t matter and if you don’t like being cut, he will happily make the sacrifice instead. He’s a biter and his canines are oddly sharp for a human, easily piercing your skin. After care was never really a thing for him until he met you and you showed him how nice it was. Now he’ll kiss every wound and praise you, even draw you two a bath so he can wash you and you wash him because he needs it anyway!

6. Mary is a pack rat and will steal anything, especially if it belongs to you. You wear a certain chapstick everyday? It’s his now and he puts it on so his lips taste like yours if he can’t kiss you. Underwear is his favorite thing to take and those sticky fingers will snatch up your favorite pair to sniff whenever he misses you and your scent. Anything that reminds him of you he will steal and you’ll have to go digging through his room to find it which could be a bit of an adventure!

7. He’s obsessed and protective with you and will always find a way to watch you just to make sure no one is bothering you. They are not above beating the shit out of someone who even looks at you the wrong way! He will never ever tell you who you can and can’t hang out with but if someone gives him a bad feeling, he’s extra watchful and may cause extra mayhem to that person. If you guys are together in a group, Mary will have you on his lap or pressed into his side just to keep you close.

8. Mary suffers from night terrors and often wakes up yelling or fighting. No one knows what he dreams about because he refuses to talk about it but he often comes into your room at night, crawls into bed and just cuddles. He’s usually very dominant but in moments like these, he wants to be held and loved on. He’ll crawl between your legs and just flop down on your body, feeling your warmth. He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair or run your nails along his back. Give him kisses and sing to him! He’ll be out in minuets and won’t wake up again.

9. Some of Mary’s pet names are a little unconventional but that just adds to his charm. He’s calls you his little corpse, his raven, even calls you a little demon. Otherwise he calls you babe, sexy, hot stuff and sweetness! He will rarely ever use your actual name and he thinks it’s funny when you two call each other the most ridiculous things!

10. His idea of a date is usually fucking somewhere you’re not supposed to but he also loves a movie date where you two watch a scary movie and eat snacks together. He laughs at horror movies like they’re a comedy! He will take you on a midnight picnic to the ministries cemetery and tell you scary stories that make you want to jump into his arms so he can protect you! He can be an asshole and sometimes thick when it comes feelings and emotions but he will always try to make you happy and he will never let you go.

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Swinging Too Far: Masked Mayhem

--The next chapter in the series Swinging Too Far.

“Are you ready to put on the mask, Satin?” Sersi Salivaria asked.

Satin Swinger marveled at the bizarre context of the question. Even though she and her husband Steel had been superheroes for many years, she’d never worn a mask before. Even on Halloween, Satin had always preferred carefully-applied face paint to the cold, dehumanizing rigidity of masks. Not keeping a secret identity meant there was little benefit to wearing one as a heroine, and this particular project to rehabilitate a supervillainess depended on openness and honesty. Their plans would not be served by wearing a mask.

Of course, very little was going to plan these days with the “supervillainess rehabilitation project.” Satin Swinger and her husband Steel had set out with the best intentions to teach Sersi Salivaria the error of her ways and the pleasures of reform. Since their supply of the special formula that protected the Swingers from Salivaria’s enslaving kisses had started to dwindle, they’d taken the high-risk path of each trying to redeem the villainess separately. Under the cover of “cheating” on their spouse, they’d each thrown themselves at Salivaria.

Satin couldn’t say how well the plan was going, she and Steel hadn’t discussed their progress in weeks. It seemed that every minute of every day was devoted to seducing Salivaria or post-seduction fucking with Steel. For her own part, Satin was proud of the close, emotional connection she’d forged with Sersi. On the other hand, wearing nothing but a tight black bustier and a red micro-skirt while Sersi strutted around the Swingers’ bedroom and urged her to wear an ugly mask hardly seemed like progress toward redemption. At least Steel still had enough independence to leave the house on his own. Tonight, for instance, he had donned his best pinstripe suit and headed out to play cards “with the guys.” Satin couldn’t remember exactly which “guys” they were, but she had trouble with most mental activities while Sersi was so close.

“You’re overthinking things again, Satin. I can tell by this little eyebrow crease.” Sersi Salivaria said, running a finger along the heroine’s brow. “All I need you to do is to put on the mask.”

Such comments reminded Satin of the close emotional connection she had forged with Salivaria. That was the only hope of reforming her, and Satin had to preserve it at any cost. The trouble was that when Satin looked down at the black PVC mask sitting on her makeup table, her whole being cringed. The idea was gross. The material was uncomfortable. The shape was degrading. The whole thing was simply ugly. It would cover her entire face from hairline to chin—except for her mouth and nose, like some sort of Mexican wrestler. It had glass eyepieces like a creepy gas mask. The last place Satin wanted that mask was on her face. “You know how much I want to help you, Sersi. But I really don’t think the mask is necessary.”

“This little thing is all that’s keeping you from helping me take the next step in my rehabilitation?” Standing behind Satin, Salivaria reached over the heroine’s shoulder and picked up the mask. Satin watched Sersi’s reflection in the large makeup mirror. “It doesn’t seem so bad to me. It even smells good.” Sersi held the mask up to her nose. “I bet it even tastes good.” Extending her glorious pink tongue, she made a few short, glistening licks across the mask’s inner surface. “See? It’s fine. But if you don’t want it ...” She turned to walk away.

“Wait!” Satin said. Just that brief glimpse of Sersi’s tongue had filled her belly with butterflies. Maybe she’d been too hasty to dismiss the mask. If it was good enough to be anointed by Sersi’s tongue, it couldn’t be all bad, could it? Turning, she extended a trembling hand. “Tell me again how this mask will help with your rehabilitation?”

“I’m just following your guidance, Satin.” Salivaria handed over the mask. “You said I needed to establish connections with a wider community. I met some people who value their privacy. Masks are required. I’ll be wearing one, too.” She held up a tiny domino mask adorned with rhinestones.

Satin looked from the pretty trifle in Sersi’s hands to the PVC monstrosity in her own. She opened her mouth to propose a switch, but a glint of light caught the tongue-touched inner surface of the PVC mask. Sersi had obviously chosen this particular mask for Satin for a reason. Encouraging Sersi’s autonomy was an important part of the rehabilitation process. Nitpicking every decision wouldn’t help anything. Superheroines had to be made of sterner stuff. Swallowing the last of her doubts, Satin pulled the PVC mask over her head. It was too tight and the material didn’t breathe, but the edges where Salivaria had licked thrummed pleasantly against Satin’s skin.

Salivaria smiled. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? You look wonderful. Even Steel wouldn’t recognize you now. We need to get going or we’ll be late.” She led the docile heroine out of the room, down the stairs, and into the garage. Satin was surprised to see Steel’s car still parked next to hers. Before she could wonder at it, Sersi took the keys to Satin’s own car and opened the trunk. A thick, soft blanket had been spread across the bottom. “Are you ready to get in the car, Satin?”

Satin looked at Sersi with confusion. “We don’t have any luggage. What’s going in the trunk?”

“You are, silly.”

“I’m not getting in the trunk of my own car, Sersi. It’s degrading and—”

Sersi leaned over and placed the tiniest feather-kiss on Satin’s neck. The heroine’s voice died in her throat. Salivaria whispered in her ear. “You don’t want to risk any of the neighbors seeing us leaving together, do you? They might mention something to Steel. We can’t have that, can we?”

“Um, I guess not?” Satin mumbled. She was glad that Sersi was thinking of these things to protect the two of them. Thinking of the needs of others was a part of the rehabilitation program. She climbed into the trunk of her own car. “Is it a long drive, Sersi?”

“It will be over before you know it. I have just the thing to keep you from getting bored.” Taking Satin’s left hand, Salivaria sucked the heroine’s pinkie finger into her mouth.

Satin moaned as the kiss-bliss washed over her, as though her little finger had become a second clit. Her whole body thrummed with desire. As Sersi pulled her finger out, Satin even heard herself whimper in frustrated, aching need. She couldn’t even protest as Sersi closed the trunk, locking her inside.

In complete darkness, Satin’s entire awareness was focused on her damp, throbbing little finger. As tempting as it was to suck the finger into her mouth and taste Sersi’s kiss by proxy, Satin’s body thirsted for more. As the car jostled Satin around the trunk, she found her left hand had made its way between her thighs. Tracing her inner thigh with her pinkie was a warm, sensuous invitation to greater pleasures. Raising the hem of the micro skirt, Satin was grateful that Sersi had suggested foregoing panties. She caressed her tender folds with the rich kiss-juice that clung to her pinkie.

Masturbating in the trunk of a moving car proved more difficult than Satin anticipated. Focusing on just the pinkie finger of her left hand only made it more awkward. The residue of Sersi’s kiss made every well-placed stroke into an eruption of ecstasy, but those blissful strokes were few and far between. The off-handedness, the angle of her wrist, the starts and stops and jostles of the moving car conspired to prevent Satin from grooving into a rhythm of pleasure. Despite her superpowers, by the time the trunk opened, Satin had found no release—only stoked the flames of her own arousal. Her hunger for release had even consumed her sense of time. She couldn’t say if she’d been in the trunk for twenty minutes or two hours.

Salivaria opened the trunk and helped the heroine to her feet. “How was your trip, Satin?”

“Frustrating.”

“Poor dear. I’m sure the rest of the night will be far more fulfilling,” Sersi said, smiling. Satin’s heart leapt at the close emotional connection the two shared. “There is one more thing ...”

“What is it, Sersi?”

“Since these people haven’t met you yet, they have one more requirement. Just until they trust you more.” Salivaria pulled a phone from her clutch—Satin’s phone from the looks of it. She fiddled with an app.

The glass eyepieces of Satin’s mask changed from crystal-clear to nearly-opaque black. So soon out of the lightless trunk, Satin’s eyes hadn’t even adjusted before they were plunged back into darkness. “Sersi! I can’t see anything.”

“Don’t worry, Satin. I won’t leave your side.” She leaned over and whispered a kiss into Satin’s ear. “What does a powerful superheroine have to worry about?”

Salivaria’s moist breath on Satin’s ear sent a thrill down her spine. She knew that Sersi was right, of course. A heroine couldn’t let obstacles like this slow her down. Reaching out, she grasped for Sersi’s hand. “Nothing to worry about. I’m at your mercy, Sersi.”

Salivaria took Satin’s trembling fingers. “I like the rhyme. Come this way.”

The pair traveled in slow, careful steps. Satin clung to her guide as if her life depended on the close, emotional connection they shared.

After an eternity of tentative steps, they entered a room with an indistinct murmuring of voices. They stopped. “Stay right here, Satin. I must say hello to an old friend.”

Sersi was gone and Satin stood alone in a room of who-knew-how-many strangers. She fidgeted with her clothes, unsure how well the short bustier or the red micro-skirt were concealing her from the hungry gazes of Sersi’s new friends. Effectively sightless, even her superpowers couldn’t protect her from feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Across the room, she heard Sersi chatting away. It was a positive sign for her rehabilitation that she’d made friends rather than dominating people with her super-power. “Really? A vow of silence?” Sersi said to someone, “I hope that doesn’t include moaning, because I haven’t forgotten what I owe you from last time. But there’s someone you need to meet first.”

Sersi took Satin by the shoulder and led her a few shaky steps forward. “Satin, this is a bit awkward, but my friend here has lost a wager on some sort of sporting event. He’s under a vow of silence all evening. Do say hello to Mr. Tartarus.”

Satin blindly thrust out her arm to shake hands, but found her fingers caressing a hard-muscled male torso. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. … I’m sorry, Sersi, did you say ‘Tartarus’?” Satin’s voice cracked at the name of one of the Libido League’s greatest foes.

“What’s in a name, Satin?” Sersi leaned in an kissed around Satin’s ear, whispering, “You don’t want to embarrass me in front of my friends, do you?”

Satin wanted more than that! She wanted to take Sersi away from this bad crowd; she wanted to tear off this uncomfortable mask; she wanted to go home to her safe and loving husband Steel!

But those wants melted under the string of steamy kisses Sersi trailed down the heroine’s neck. Could she even be sure this was the supervillain Terence Tartarus? Didn’t he have a brother? Couldn’t there be other men named “Tartarus” in Skarlette City? Besides, the few times Satin Swinger had faced the wicked Terence Tartarus, the arrogant billionaire had never seemed the type to be concealing a hard-muscled chest beneath his expensive suits. The man before her was nearly as well-built as a superhero. Maybe this was some other man, entirely. Luxuriating in Sersi’s seductive kisses, Satin just caressed the powerful, sexy muscles with her fingertips and thought about her husband’s strong, firm body.

“Sit down on the couch, Satin,” Sersi said, guiding the heroine to a seat. “Just stay here a moment. I had to leave our last meeting early, because of your curfew, Satin! I was in the middle of helping Mr. Tartarus with something when I had to leave. I really owe it to him to finish up. I won’t be a moment.” Sersi kissed Satin full on the mouth. Her soft, searing lips were gone in an instant, leaving Sating gasping for more.

Before she could catch her breath, Satin heard a wet, rhythmic, slurping sound, followed by a deep, male groan. She leaned back into the couch, her own body tingling just from the unmistakable sound of a Sersi Salivaria blowjob. The kiss and the seductive sounds had almost left Satin too aroused to worry about her situation.

Almost. Sneaking around with Sersi without telling Steel was pressing the limits of their open marriage; he’d already agreed to some sex, he just didn’t know quite how much. But being a witness to sex with strangers, possibly supervillains, was so far outside the lines, not even Satin’s agile mind could find a way to rationalize it.

As she fretted, Satin began to notice shapes coalescing before her eyes. The mask’s eyepieces were shifting again, slowly allowing a bit more light through. Though it was still like wearing dark sunglasses in a dimly-lit room, Satin could make out vague shapes around her. Sersi was on her knees, sucking off a tall, broad-shouldered man. He wore a dark, pinstripe suit with no shirt. Another PVC-style mask covered his entire face, like a wrestler. Satin focused on the glimpses she could catch of his thick cock disappearing between Sersi’s red lips. The spit-soaked gleam of his shaft seemed like starlight on the sea. It took every ounce of Satin’s willpower to keep her hands from plunging between her own thighs right here in a room full of strangers!

Satin’s ringtone sounded. Sersi pulled away from the man. For a bliss-filled moment, a long string of saliva stretched from his cock to her lips. “I need to take this call. Satin, keep an eye on Mr. Tartarus while I’m gone, won’t you? I promised him a warm finish and wouldn’t want to let his spirits droop while I’m gone. If you know what I mean,” Sersi said with a wink as she hurried out of the room.

The man let out a frustrated groan. Satin knew the burning need of being abandoned by Sersi’s tongue. Considering all the suffering Terence Tartarus had inflected on Satin’s fellow superheroines, she should have been glad for it. But somehow, she couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. It bobbed just a few feet away, curving powerfully skyward, dripping with Sersi’s delectable drool. The heroine’s mouth watered at the memory of feeling Steel’s spit-covered shaft thrusting down her throat on so many occasions.

Satin tried to push those thoughts away. Her only thoughts of Steel should be of their marriage vows. Secret oral sex with supervillains—even possible supervillains—was definitely outside the bounds of their open marriage. Giving secret rehabilitation help to Sersi was one thing. Steel had approved of the plan to let Salivaria think they were “cheating” with her, he simply didn’t know how far Satin had taken things. But slurping a supervillain’s cock down her throat just to keep Sersi in the good graces of her new friends—that was much definitely too much.

Although...

If Sersi stayed in the good graces of these villains while she maintained her close, emotional connection with Satin, then all sorts of things entered the realm of possibility. A rehabilitated Sersi could become the gateway to redemption for all of these supervillains. Satin couldn’t let that chance slip away, could she? Making the rehabilitation program as successful as possible was the only reason Satin slipped off the sofa and onto her knees, the rest of the room forgotten. She wrapped her lips around Terence Tartarus’s shaft only in the hope of making him a better person, not in the hope of tasting enough of Sersi’s saliva that she could bring herself to climax.

It wasn’t long before the overwhelming sensation of the slick, thick cock in her throat burned out all of Satin’s reasons and rationalizations. She sucked because it felt good and it felt good because she sucked. When guiding hands raised her skirt, Satin lifted her hips to provide the stranger easier access to her dripping cunt. When something long, thick, and dripping with Salivaria’s kisses slid inside, Satin didn’t care who was fucking her or with what. She only cared how good it felt to cum and cum and cum again.

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“So how’d you like being a single girl last night, Satin?” Steel asked the next morning, beautiful sunshine streaming in the window.

“Um ...” Satin’s mind raced. What could she tell him? I had a hot gangbang with Salivaria and a bunch of her supervillain pals. Even though they only took me two at a time, there were so many I don’t even know who fucked me! Did you know that Terence Tartarus’s cock fills my mouth almost as much as yours? I know it was an absolute betrayal of our marriage but I only did it to help Sersi’s rehabilitation. It wasn’t because getting fucked by anonymous supervillains was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.

No, nuking her marriage with the truth wouldn’t help anything. Steel just wouldn’t understand what was needed. He wasn’t a big picture thinker.

Taking a deep breath, she set her features into an approximation of her “happy morning” expression, wearing her smile like a mask. “I just went for a drive and fell asleep early. How about you?”

“Yeah, boring night for me, too,” Steel replied, not looking up from his phone “I, uh, got some stains on my pinstripe suit. Do you think you could take it to the dry cleaners?”

Satin poured herself coffee and tried to convince herself that her transgression had only been for the greater good, not the greater climax. If she repeated it in her own thoughts, over and over again, she was certain she could make herself believe it. She could wear that certainty in her mind, to mask the truth from Steel, and from herself. “Sure thing, babe. Everything comes out with a good washing.”

--To Be Concluded...

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Harley Quinn Dialogue Prompts 

"You know, sometimes I wonder if I’m the cream or the sugar in this crazy coffee world! What do you think? Sweet or a little nutty?"

"Alright, puddin’, what’s the plan? Go big or go home? I say we paint the town red—preferably with a little glitter!"

"Love is like a rollercoaster, isn’t it? Full of ups, downs, and a few unexpected turns! Just don’t forget to scream!"

"Well, that was fun! Nothing like a little chaos to get the ol’ blood pumpin’. Who knew punching could be such a great cardio workout?"

"You know what they say—every clown has their day! And sometimes you just gotta embrace the crazy to find the real you!"

"So, doc, tell me—what's the difference between me and a traditional patient? I mean, I do all my own stunts, right?"

"I love my Mr. J, but I gotta say, my hyenas? They’re the real stars of the show! Who needs a prince when you’ve got a pack of wild cuties?"

"Okay, plan B! When in doubt, just laugh it out! If you can’t find the silver lining, create your own confetti!"

"Darlings, every day is a fashion show, and the world’s our runway! Who says you can’t rock a jester hat with a killer outfit?"

"Life’s a series of choices, right? You either pick the red pill or the blue pill. Me? I just sprinkle a little chaos on both and see what happens!"

"You know what they say, babe—love is a battlefield! And I’m not just talkin’ about my heart... watch out for my mallet!"

 "He thinks he’s the king of chaos, but I’m the queen of mayhem! Wanna see me juggle a couple of grenades? It’s a blast!"

 "Listen up, puddin’! The secret to happiness? A little bit of mischief and a whole lotta laughter! Oh, and ice cream. Don’t forget the ice cream!"

 "You really think you can take me on? I’ve survived a rollercoaster of insanity! Bring it on, cupcake!"

 "Poison Ivy, babe, you’re my ride or die! Together we’re like a deadly flower bouquet! Let’s go paint the town red... or green!"

 "You break my heart, I break your face! Fair trade, don’t you think? Who needs therapy when you’ve got a mallet?"

 "Oh, you think that cape makes you special? Sweetie, I can take down heroes and villains alike. Just watch me!"

"Why stick to the rules when you can make your own? The world is a circus, and I’m the star attraction!"

 "Gotham is my playground! The shadows are my friends, and the sirens? Just the soundtrack to my life!"

 "Am I a villain? Maybe. Am I a hero? Depends on who you ask! All I know is I’m fabulous, and that’s enough for me!"

 "Okay, puddin', listen up! We gotta plan the heist of the century. Step one: distract the guards with... wait for it... a dance-off! What do you think? Got moves?"

"So, you wanna impress your crush? First, you gotta show 'em you're a little nuts, just like me! Maybe bake 'em a cake shaped like a heart? Or a giant mallet? Who wouldn’t love that?"

"What do you mean you don't like my outfit? It’s *fashion*! Just ‘cause it looks like a clown threw up on me doesn’t mean it’s not stylish, right?"

 "So, Bat-brain thinks he can stop me? Honey, I’ve outsmarted him too many times! Last week, I sent him on a wild goose chase... with a literal goose! Quack, quack!"

"You know, sugar, life’s a lot like a rollercoaster: it’s full of ups and downs, but the screaming just makes it more fun! So scream it out, baby!"

 "You think I’m just a pretty face? Ha! I’ve got wisdom to share. Like, never trust a guy who doesn’t like pickles. It’s a red flag, I swear!"

"You know what my favorite vegetable is? A *cute-cumber*! Get it? ‘Cause I’m cute and it’s a cucumber! I should put that on a T-shirt!"

"Alright, Joker, we gotta work together! No more fighting over who gets the last slice of pizza. Let’s just steal the whole pizza shop instead!"

"So there I was, standing in front of a raging inferno, and all I could think was, ‘This would make a great Instagram pic!’ Priorities, am I right?"

 "Ever think about how chaos is the true order of the universe? Like, one minute you’re planning a big score, and the next, you’re dodging flying pies. It’s beautiful, really!"

[torturedblue]

Ya know, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the expedited aging factor from mutation and wondering how they might use it more in Mutant Mayhem/Tales of the TMNT…

Idk if many people caught it because it actually took me so many watches before I started thinking about the aging timelines of the turtles and the other mutants despite being mutated at the same time and age(ish), but it catches my attention every time I watch the movie

I started wondering why Superfly and his siblings were all already adults while the turtles are still teenagers. Plus, Splinter regales that he was in his early 20’s when he was a pre-mutated rat. And yet when we see him mutated 15 later older he seems to already be more in his 60’s or 70’s with his white hairs and massive balding and less teeth, not like someone who’s actually only in their mid to late 40’s.

And it finally hit me. “Because I was older, I became older rat man. You guys was babies, so you stayed baby turtle creatures. If you think about that, it couldn’t make more sense!”

For the longest time this line kind of struck me as strange because it seemed Splinter was simply explaining that he stayed older than them in his mutation, and that they stayed babies of course. Which like, that’s obvious. Why have a line about it? It finally hit me that Splinter said he became an older rat, not in relation to the boys, but to his age pre-mutation. At first when he mutated he still looked pretty young, and in the Eye Know montage we see him develop his huge curly fro, then become the bald, whiskery white-haired rat who needs glasses by the time the turtles are done training. The mutation aged him up at a faster rate somehow and the line clarifies that, but that it had no effect on the turtles.

Which means it also affected the other mutants that same way, because they’re strangely closer to their own age group more in the 30’s or 40’s maybe.

Not to mention, there are varying levels of strength too. I mean Superfly is the toughest mutant around and dude was on that level since he was a baby. Rocksteady couldn’t even take him on and it was literally a rhino against a super buff fly lol. Maybe there’s something to be said about the fact that he’s the oldest too/the first one mutated. And strangely, when the blue “de-mutantizing” goes into his bloodstream he’s turned back into a regular fly looking more like how he did as his baby self 🤔

Maybe the way everyone was exposed to the ooze had varying effects on each of them. Superfly and his siblings were experimented on and created much more intentionally, seen floating in their canisters of ooze in the beginning scene. The turtles were exposed slightly more indirectly, and then Splinter even further removed with how little ooze he was exposed to. It does seem that between all the mutants there’s varying in age; Superfly as a baby was very astute and calculated, while the turtles were still hardly aware of much going on around them when the vial of ooze had splattered all over them. But it’s also harder to tell the exact ages of babies.

This whole aging element is something completely new introduced in this version of turtles, and honestly you have to question what led the writers/creators to make such an interesting change. I’m so excited and curious to see them explore this factor in the future and why it works the way it did with Splinter, the older mutants, and not the turtles. I think they could do some really interesting stuff with that change.

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Dismantled Chapter 8

AO3

mutant mayhem popped off guys i might just write fic for that too

Trigger Warnings: discussions of injury, violence/gore, speculated child abuse, panic attacks, and kidnapping

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Donnie stumbled out of his room on unsteady feet, stomach gurgling painfully. How long had he slept? His head did not feel much better from last night, but at least he could see things without stars bursting over his vision with pain.

The yokai was already in the kitchen, cooking up something that Donnie couldn’t quite identify yet.

Upon noticing him, he smiled wide, sharp canines revealed. It didn’t set him on edge like it had before. “Look who’s finally awake,” he said with a teasing lilt.

“What time is it?” he asked, feeling much like his head was screwed on backwards.

“Not too late,” was the reply. If his head were any clearer, he’d be unsatisfied with that response, but as it was… he was struggling just to walk. “I’m making breakfast,” he continued, gesturing to what looked like a yokai equivalent of pancakes. Interesting. 

Frankly, Donnie was just grateful to be eating solid food, so he wasn’t about to complain about it. 

“Oh, could you grab the pitcher from the fridge? I’ve gotta make sure these don’t burn.”

He glanced over to the fridge, mildly confused. He couldn’t recall being actually asked to do anything in his time here. Was there actual progress being made here?

He swung the fridge door open, quickly spotting the target. It was smaller than what he’d expected, but that wasn’t his primary concern. Whatever was inside could not possibly be consumable. It was pink, but not in a strawberry lemonade kind of way. Honestly, it was unlike any “beverage” he’d ever seen, and he lived with Leo and Raph. Those two would mix together and consume anything. It was… certainly something to behold. 

Or, well… he was supposed to live with them. He was supposed to go back to them. What was he doing here, again?

“All done! Come sit.”

Heart heavy, he returned to the table, pitcher in hand. 

A plate stacked with a few pancakes was set in front of him, along with an empty cup. Displeased, Donnie glanced from the cup to the pitcher, grimacing. 

“Can I just have like… water? Or coffee?” He asked, passing his empty cup between his hands, fidgeting. 

“Coffee, at your age…” he grumbled, “you’ll stunt your growth.”

Donnie straightened in his seat, eager to share his knowledge. “Actually, there have been several studies disproving that. It’s an old myth that likely stemmed from what seemed to be connections to osteoporosis, but that didn’t even turn out to be relevant.”

His not-father grinned slightly, amused. “You just have endless knowledge in that head of yours, don’t you? I’m impressed.”

He preened at the praise, slightly giddy that his fun facts were actually met with interest. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d supplied Splinter with any fact that had been met with much of a reaction at all. Unless you counted the classic “shut up, I’m watching television,” as a reaction. It kind of just felt like the default, most days.

“Tell you what,” he said, “just try one sip of the juice, and if you don’t like it, you don’t need to drink it.”

“That is supposed to be juice?” He asked, skeptical. “What kind?” 

Were he not eyeing the drink like it would bite him, or perhaps had he not been off his game since waking up as he had this morning, he may have caught the way his makeshift caretaker shifted, nervous. 

“Oh, it’s a… blend,” he supplied, slightly stilted. “Like a sort of fruit punch, you could say.”

It certainly didn’t look like any fruit punch he’d ever seen. Still, if taking just one sip would be enough to grant him some nice, plain water…

He was thirsty, after all.

With a begrudging sigh, he picked up the pitcher, making a show of pouring in the most minuscule of drops possible. 

He frowned down at it. One sip. He could do that. If he had been able to survive pipe goop chicken last lair games — arguably the worst moment of his life when it came to anything regarding flavor. Or sanitation. Or breathing. — he could do this, no problem.

“Can’t I just determine I won’t like it based on every other observation about it?” he asked once more, the smell hitting him too strongly as he gagged. 

“It tastes much better than it smells, I promise.”

It smelled artificial. Furthermore, it smelled kind of like Draxum’s lair had — before they’d blown it up. He didn’t know what kind of garbage that mad man had been cooking up in that lab, but if he had to choose between drinking one of those concoctions and being thrown off a roof… 

The expectant gaze of the man who claimed fatherhood — what a mess of “parental figures” he and his brothers had. A creator that had tried to end humanity, a temporary disaster of the spider b-witch that had sung his praises until he’d let his guard down, a man-rat that had never read a book on parenting in his life, and now this fox yokai that Donnie didn’t even know the real name of (which made it frustratingly difficult to refer to him, even mentally, because lord knows he wasn’t about to bust out “dad” this soon. Or ever! Because he wasn’t insane.) Hadn’t there been a point to this train of thought? Why was he being watched so intently—?

Right. This stupid drink. 

With a long, drawn out huff, he lifted the cup to his mouth, taking his time in tilting it back until the tiniest, tiniest drop landed on his tongue.

The plan was to dramatically place the cup back on the table with a request/demand/beg for just water, please. That plan, unfortunately, was instantly thrown out the window the moment the flavor began to hit him. He didn’t even entirely register that he’d knocked back the tiny amount in his cup until he found himself pouring a full glass. He needed more. 

It tasted like — like perfection. It didn’t taste like any real food, per se (at least, none Donnie had ever tried), but if he had to assign the flavor based on vibes alone, then it tasted like… it tasted like science. Not in a chemical, monster energy can sort of way. But in the satisfaction of it. It tasted like how he felt when he finished perfecting an invention. It tasted like hours of work, tinkering away on whatever he wanted to. It tasted like genius. Like a genius that could ramble as long as he pleased, who would always have someone listening with genuine interest. 

That shouldn’t have even been possible. But alas, it was true. He couldn’t think of a single other way in the world to describe what the juice tasted like.

The flavor didn’t change as he took another drink of it. But the sensation did. It went down his throat more thickly this time, the chill spreading from his esophagus through the rest of his body like ice.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, kiddo!”

He blinked owlishly at the yokai before him, who was gently prying the cup from Donnie’s hands. At some point, it had emptied itself.

“Not so gross after all?” he offered after a moment with a triumphant grin.

“This… doesn’t taste like fruit punch?” He asked lamely. 

“Really?” He hummed, glancing with a rapid calmness to a clock on the wall. “It’s a Hidden City staple, I’m surprised you didn’t grow up with it.”

“Yeah, well… I didn’t exactly know yokai even existed until approximately a year ago, so…”

“How come?”

He shrugged, pushing the food around on his plate. “Our dad wasn’t big on sharing.”

His companion’s mood soured at the mention, but surprisingly enough, didn’t seem mad. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, like he was contemplating something. He glanced at the clock again. “Can I ask you something?”

“Technically, you already did.” He stabbed at his breakfast with a fork. “But yeah, I guess?”

“The scars on your shell,” he said, and Donnie stiffened in his seat. The scars. The Shredder. Never more certain that he was going to die. “They aren’t from… him, are they?”

And that… wasn’t exactly where he’d expected that to go. He laughed slightly in surprise. “What, from Splinter? No, no these are from…” his jaw felt tight. His chest stirred with uneasiness. “They’re from… uh… something else.”

“At your age, what else am I supposed to think?”

“Well, there’s this demon that wanted to end the world or something, so we had to, y’know, fight it—”

“You went up against a—?” He templed his hands, taking a deep breath. “And your… Splinter,” he said, spitting it out like it was one of those foul words that Donnie was no longer allowed to say. “He just let you?”

“No, he was there too… kind of. He and Leo ran off, so the rest of us just had to deal with it until they got back.”

“What kind of—? You see why I’m so concerned for your well-being, don’t you? Nobody has been watching out for you like they should. Sending children out to handle those things, what kind of…” he trailed off into a grumble that Donnie was pretty sure wasn’t meant for him. It wouldn’t have mattered, either way. Because it was the first thing he’d said that continued to echo in his mind.

Concerned for your well-being.

It had been a long time since he’d felt like anyone was particularly concerned for his well-being, especially.

But instead of the giddy excitement he should have felt at the idea that a parent aged adult actually wanted something to do with him? His mind dragged itself even further back, now stuck on something else.

The Shredder.

His father, who should have — he wouldn’t have been able to stop them even if he’d tried. Leo, who had left — with good reason. The rest of them, who’d been hurt for it — none as bad as him. His armor ripped off, deep claws digging into his carapace.

The Shredder. His father. His brothers. 

What little sat inside his stomach for the morning churned uncomfortably. The chill of the juice seemed to crawl right back up his throat, touching the edges of his skull.

The Shredder. His family. Unimaginable pain.

Something unplugged a wire or two in his brain, messing them up. Rebooting him.

Home. Shredder. Bad.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. How are you… feeling?”

“Hm?” He hummed, in a daze. 

“How are you feeling?”

His heart beat all wrong inside his body. The rhythm was off. Something was off. Something was wrong with him.

“I don’t—” he attempted, alarmed to find himself choking up on nothing. He could feel every beat of his heart through every inch of his skin, rushing violently as it pounded away. Was he having a panic attack? Why? What could be setting it off? What were Leo’s instructions on grounding, again?

His breath hitched, terror blooming like a weed and stretching through his limbs. Why was — why was he — dying, he was dying, there was no other explanation — because thinking of Leo felt like Shredder, claws drawing blood and nearly striking fatal. 

Now he was definitely having a panic attack.

He clutched his chest with one hand, mortified that he was beginning to cry. Again. What was wrong with him? He couldn’t think of a single other time he’d ever been this emotionally unstable, a circuit board with faulty soldering, crying on a near daily basis like a child. It made him ache. 

“I don’t want to go back—” he cried, a truth he was unsure of even as it tumbled out of his mouth. Home would get him killed. Home would get him Shredder. Desperately, he gasped for air, his throat too tight, his lungs too empty. “What’s wr-wrong with me—?”

Something was deeply, fundamentally wrong. The freezing chill of his drink from earlier lingered in his throat, and for a moment he was certain he would begin to throw it up. If he had to deal with the sensory nightmare of that right now, he was likely to entirely shut down.

At some point, he was being held in a hug, and while normally he would shove away from such physical contact with much of anybody in this state, right now he could only lean into it as he cried. 

“Oh, kiddo, you don’t have to go back. I promise you’re safe here.”

“But—” he hiccuped, “but I—” couldn’t go back. Home felt like Shredder’s claws slicing through his carapace. It felt like being shoved in a cage by Baron Draxum, threats of torture looming overhead. It felt like nightmares about straight death, brutal and cold. 

What was wrong with him? His heart was going to break through his ribs. That wasn’t right. This wasn’t right. The lair was home, and home was safe, and home was…

His brothers ganging up against him. His dad spending the most time with Leo or Mikey. Shelldon hating him, nearly killing him without remorse due to his brothers’ meddling.

This was wrong. This was wrong. Home had good things about it too. But thinking of his lab felt like tech exploding in his face, his brothers hating him for the gifts he’d lovingly crafted. Thinking of his room felt like I call Dee’s stuff when he doesn’t survive!

Something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right. 

Thinking of his twin brother, of Leo felt like beach balls everywhere. That was stupid. Beach balls were just thin plastic and air, but the mere thought of them was enough to spike his anxiety on a good day. 

“I can’t—” he wailed, his head feeling much like someone was driving a chisel through it. 

“Let it out, bud,” came the gentle instruction, “it’s okay. I’d never make you go back there.”

But why was he so scared of that? Just yesterday, his only wish had been to go back. Now, it filled him with dread so heavy he was terrified he’d sink straight through the earth.

“But why am — why am I—?” he babbled, so confused and so scared and his mind empty for any possible reason why.

“That place was dangerous. You didn’t even realize how much of a traumatic effect living like that would have on you until you were taken out of it.”

He sniffled, shakily nodding as he wiped the tears from his face. “Right,” he managed. In an instant, he was doubled back over, heaving with silent sobs, this time. He just couldn’t stop.

“That’s it… just let it all out, sunshine. You’re safe, now.”