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Work 2 of DFL's Whumptober 2024

Summary:

The Technodrome never wanted to let Donnie go of its own volition. Krang One quite literally had to pull him out. Something terrible lingers, not quite gone. (Alternatively, The Prison Dimension never wanted to let Leo go of its own volition. Mikey quite literally had to pull him out. Something terrible lingers, not quite gone.)

Okay, so, everything was a little woozy. Leo would be right back on his feet, like, tomorrow at most—sure, Krang One beat up pretty solid, after they’d already had a whole big time fighting, but they're tough! Mutants, huh? Couple of bruises, couple of strains, that sort of thing. Some cracks along his carapace, yeah, yeah, nothing lethal.

But he was still bed-bound, mostly due to his fam’s worries. He didn't wanna worry them, because he will be okay, he was fine. It was really a very small price to pay for, y'know, saving the entire world. Heroes simply do this kinda thing. It's what they do.

Anyway, point was: Leo was on pain meds and maybe kinda had just a little concussion. Just a tiny bit.

So. He was dozing off. The lights in med bay were pleasantly low, and the beeping of the heart monitor and Donnie’s tapping around on his tech were pretty soothing.

Leo was just focusing on resting. Feeling the way his plastron would gently rise and fall, as the air passed through his nostrils and throat and lungs and abdomen. Yeah, okay, the sensation had to pass through some obstacles, like bruised ribs or a bruised throat, but really, it was okay. Considering everything, it was okay. The bruises were already halfway faded after just a day or two of resting. Or however long it’s been. Not like he was all that conscious for it.

He still had all four limbs. He still had all three brothers alive. Earth kept spinning. Leo kept breathing in the faint smell of antiseptic and bandages.

So, he didn't really care for a random tap-tap-beep from somewhere off to the side. Donnie was just moving around quietly, doing whatever Donnie did. It was sweet, the way he also fussed. Heck, Leo heard him shoo Mikey and Raph away to go make dinner.

Leo’s eyes were closed, but he sorta just sensed the presence of his twin approach. Probably to fuss over him more, haha. Man was Leo lucky to have brothers who love him so much. Even when he was being a bit of a dunce.

He loved them so much. So, so much. It was so much bigger than some bruises and sprains and whatnot.

He swallowed and oh, he should drink some water. Tried to crack his eyes open. His eyelids stuck, and when they finally gave way to vision, they were heavy. Leo breathed. He blinked lightly, to clear up his sight.

“Hey,” he said, voice a bit raspy, to the sight of his twin standing over him. Couldn't help but smile up at him.

...

Donnie was... looking at him weird. A kind of... stare. Kinda like the way your sleep paralysis shadow man stares at you at 3 a.m. haha.

“Wha’s with th’ look?” Leo huffed in amusement. “Got somethin’ on m’ face?”

Donnie stared.

He wasn't... really saying anything. Or reacting. Ooor doing anything except keep his hands to his sides. That couldn't be good.

Leo’s mood wilted a little.

Y'know, it’s fair, it made sense, that Donnie would be mad at him, actually. Or otherwise upset. Leo did kinda cause a whole apocalyptic event... and then almost got himself killed too... and right after he'd given Donnie the chance of a lifetime—to control a spaceship! Probably totally rained on his parade. Leo should ask him how that went later. He was sure it must've been totally badass.

Maybe asking him now would help his mood...? It was understandable that everyone would be feeling... complicated, after the Krang stuff. But Leo wanted to make them feel happy. He wanted to help them as much as he could.

“Hey you–” Leo started, and then blinked, trying to catch up with– okay, Donnie’s hand was at his throat. Alright. Maybe that's what he was concerned about. Him and Mikey did watch Leo get a little strangled and almost killed by the Krang-controlled-Raph, yikes.

Leo tried to make his smile soft and reassuring as best as he could.

“Hey, I’m alright,” he placated his twin. “I really am, I knew Raph wouldn't actually–” okay, well, he didn't know know, but he had hopes–

–Donnie’s hands circled his throat. When Leo swallowed, he felt the tight press of it against his brother’s palms.

“Pretty sure my throat is structurally sound, Dee, you don't have to check,” he joked, voice rasping. He just needed to drink some water. “Hey, can you–”

Donnie squeezed.

“Okay, okay, keep your water, yeesh!” Leo reacted, sounding appropriately strangled. Except–

Except Donnie started squeezing much harder, and, okay, that was actually hurting–

“Donnie, hey–” Leo tried to speak around his constricted airway, hands lifting, placing them at Donnie’s wrists. “Bro, chill, loosen up a lit–” his words cut off entirely from the pressure, and okay, okay. Uh.

Donnie was positively gripping his throat now, zero mercy. And sure, Leo could hold his breath for a hot minute, maybe a dozen or two, but his throat was bruised. And the sensation of the walls of his airway pressing against each other and the harsh jab of his larynx and–

Leo’s throat reflexively started spasming, and he gripped Donnie’s wrists in return, legs curling under the blanket. The pressure building in his head.

Leo tried to jam his fingers between Donnie’s hands and his throat, the way he did with the Krang tentacle thing Raph used. To get just those precious few moments of air, to talk, because it worked with Raph, it had to work now–

But, well, Donnie isn't the Krang. Donnie is smarter. Donnie knows Leo’s affinity for blabbing and with the pressure pressure pressure at his throat, he was giving Leo zero leeway.

Leo couldn't even yell for help.

Instead, Leo’s jaw worked soundlessly, popped open with the building pressure, the pressure. It felt like his eyes were going to burst from his skull, and he was choking, now. Lungs spasming, the bottom of his throat convulsing and gurgling. Feet kicking uselessly, tangled under the blanket.

Leo’s hands were weakly thumping against Donnie’s arms, desperate but never, never hard enough to actually hurt his brother. He was slamming his heels into the gurney to make noise, scrabbling for anything, he didn't have his panic button, anything to grab onto, anything to do, he can't BREATHE–

Lungs convulsing, straining, aching–

“You don't get to escape that easily, little pest,” Donnie spat–

There was drool sliding down Leo’s chin now and hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. And he stared up, up into Donnie’s cold eyes, and past the confusion, he tried to plead, Donnie, Donnie it's me, it's Leo, Donnie it’s okay, please just calm down, you're hurting me bro–

—

After all the stress of the Invasion, Raph only felt a little ridiculous when he finally BUSTEDthat door open. He’d just– he heard the heart monitor! And it was way too fast! Leo could be freaking out after a– a nightmare or something! Who the heck locked the med bay door anyway?! It was usually with a sensor, automatically opening when someone passed, why did someone need to lock–!

And at once, all that sheepishness was blasted away through the sight that greeted him.

In two strides Raph was by Donnie, grappling him and wrenching him away from Leo.

Leo, who immediately gasped for air like he hasn't breathed in a week. But it was too thin, too weak. Immediately, Raph heard him start choking and coughing and spluttering.

Meanwhile, Donnie broke away from his stupor, still in Raph’s tight hold. He didn't waste a moment to start thrashing and snarling and biting! To the point where Raph was struggling to hold him! Especially ‘cause he didn't wanna accidentally hurt Donnie! The guy still had his entire torso BANDAGED!!!

(Raph’s had enough of hurting his family for a lifetime.)

“Donnie!” Raph cried, “Don, chill! What the heck is goin’ on–?!” sure, the twins bickered, but all of them bickered! It was never like this!

“Let me go you PARASITE–” Donnie sneered at him, and, what??? What?!

Leo was still gasping and choking, and, and– a-and Raph couldn't handle this on his own, he, he–

“MIKEY!” Raph yelled, “DAD! HELP! SOMETHIN’ IS GOING ON A-AND RAPH CAN'T–”

Donnie fighting in his arms, clawing at his arms, Leo’s awful awful desperate gasps–

—

“Hold him, Raph!” Mikey’s voice raised against his will, “I think– I think he's infected–!” his hands (hurting, trembling, swathed in bandages) hovered uselessly.

“INFECTED–?!” Raph’s voice cracked, still wrangling the feral Donnie.

“How?” Splinter’s head snapped towards them. He was taking care of calming Leo down, and the beeping of the heart monitor was still too fast.

“From the ship!” Mikey exclaimed. “It makes the most sense!” right??? Right?!

Leo, in the middle of coughing and gasping, turned to gape at him.

Oh. Right. They hadn't told Leo about the ship yet.

...MORE IMPORTANT THINGS!

Raph yelped as Donnie finally bit down on his forearm. And Mikey practically saw the word INFECTED slam in Raph’s poor panicking brain, and he wrenched his arm away–

No, no, no–

Don't panic Mikey, THINK.

He yanked open a cupboard and then a second and a third–

“DAD!” Mikey yelled because his hands, they were useless right now, he couldn't do it himself–!

“To me!” Splinter exclaimed and Mikey tossed him the syringe and the bottle.

“YOU CANNOT DEFEAT THE KRANG, WE ARE INFINITE–”

And in a few swift moves Donnie collapsed, knocked out by the tranquilizer liquid thingie.

Splinter drew the needle out of his neck in order to catch him, so he didn't crack his skull on the floor.

They all, collectively, sagged in relief. Heavy breathing filling the room. The loudest of which was Leo’s, labored and struggling. Raph held his arm, where a little bit of blood trickled.

“O...kaayy,” Splinter drew out. Cleared his throat. “Good thinking, Orange. Uh. Do weee... have... a second bed maybbeeee–?”

Raph sighed, already moving. “I’ll get it–”

“Uh, you're bleeding and might be infected, I’ll get it,” Mikey snarked.

“...Mike, your hands–” Raph hesitated.

“Can handle a bed on wheels, Raph,” Mikey deadpanned. And then softened up a little, “Do us all a favor and take care of that dang wound,”

“Yes,” Splinter agrees. “We don't want a second case of this,”

Or third, rather, but Mikey prided himself on being emotionally intelligent, so he kept that comment buried deep, deep down, and moved along to bring out the second hospital bed.

—

Donnie is... well. April supposed his reaction was fair enough.

She’s the one that took charge of driving while the others took care of each other in the back, so she couldn't see that much of it. But she saw enough.

While she was... okay, sore and sticky with sweat and tired as hell, and probably gonna bruise ugly; she was, objectively, not that bad compared to some others in their group. She was a human, sure, but she knew how to take care of herself, and Splints and Casey Two really helped. They themselves were about in the same boat as her.

The guys? Yeah, they were mutants or whatever, but man.

Raph’s eye was jacked up, and there was a whole hole in his shell, and his left hand was shaking. Mikey’s both hands were crawling with some worrying mystic nonsense, and through his manic-delighted laughter, she'd caught something about a portal. Leo was... well. Leo, apparently, cracked a quip and dropped unconscious. April thought that spoke volumes about his current state. It ain't easy to knock these thick-headed turtles out.

Donnie’s right hand was also shaking. That was the least concerning part about him.

His back was... eugh, Casey was taking care of it in the back while April kept her eyes on the road. But she'd seen it for a few moments, when the construct of his battle shell dissipated to make way for treatment.

It was bad.

So bad. It was gross. Skin pulled and stretched and torn, like the worst amalgamation of flaccid stretch marks and bloody cuts. Like prosciutto made of dead flesh. April has never seen skin be torn by being pulled apart. Like ripped fabric, but all loose and mangled and eugh. That stuff only happens in horror movies!!!

She shuddered, clenching her jaw. Trying hard not to gag, because it would not help. Stay strong, O’Neil.

Maybe it would've been better if Donnie acted normal. And he did! ...For a few moments. After they'd (apparently, somehow, they hadn't shared the details yet) saved Leo, and informed everyone else about this through the comms, Donnie sounded fine! He sounded just as vibrant and relieved and elated as everyone else!

But in the few minutes it took for Sister Squad to free the Turtle Tank and drive it to Staten Island to pick ‘em up...

Maybe it was an adrenaline crash. She turned the wheel again, waited for the garage door to open. Entered into the Lair.

Maybe it was just a simple adrenaline crash. Everyone was visibly exhausted. Raph was swaying on his feet and Mikey was trembling and Splinter was basically limping.

“Commander–”

“Got it,” April immediately joined Casey’s side to help him lift Leo. He needed a lot more than just emergency first aid, though he seemed stable. “Dee, wanna–” she turned to ask–

Donnie... just stared.

He just stared.

This. This is what was worrying her.

Maybe it was an adrenaline crash. Maybe a shutdown. Maybe processing everything was just too much for him at the moment.

She was trying really hard to not judge how he was just staring.

At Leo.

“...Ooor not, nevermind,” April said quietly.

Maybe... maybe it was grief. Or something. They did have that whole “twin” thing after all. So.

“Casey, uh–” April turned back to the guy as they started moving Leo to med bay. “Donnie...?”

“Not great, but he'll live,” Casey said quietly, picking up where she trailed off. “There was leftover matter, but I couldn't tell if it was dead Donnie flesh bits or dead Krang flesh bits. Just... a lot of dead flesh,”

April shuddered. Gross. Casey, however, kept speaking like the grossness of it didn’t affect him.

“I had to wrap him quickly to stop the bleeding, but I think I’ll need to cut off more of that skin, he'll definitely need stitches in some places but hopefully no grafting–” he spoke briskly, getting onto the task of filling her in on everyone’s condition. As they brought Leo in to med bay, she prepared herself to assist Future Boy with medical treatment.

Thank fuck for Casey Jones, huh? They always seemed to save the situ at the most critical times. Bless.

They started hooking Leo to an IV drip and a heart monitor and stabilizing him, a flurry of movement. April doing her best to follow through on whatever instructions Casey handed out—man, he was definitely experienced with this, the way he worked fast but efficient and calm.

And to her even bigger relief, Donnie joined in. He seemed to be in a daze, disoriented maybe, but he started pulling up scanners and data on some monitors in the room.

His hands kept... kinda lagging. His face remained... well. Well. It's like his face simply wasn't a part of the rest of his system, just slapped on top.

But, well. He was helping them. So.

Maybe it was okay.

...April would just... pull him aside, once Casey’s done with him too. Donnie was definitely not in a talking mood right now, but leading him through some grounding, maybe some comfort, it might help. Get him to drink water, get his headphones on, that sort of thing.

Oh, and then she should also do that for the rest of the fam too.

With an action plan in mind, April O’Neil focused on the task at hand.

—

There was something wrong with Leo, Donnie was sure of it. And he was sure it happened while he was in the Prison Dimension.

He just didn't know what.

It was fine mere moments ago! It was fine during his altercation with Raph dearest! It was fine.

It was not fine anymore.

But no matter how much Donnie stared at Leo, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He didn't stop staring at Leo’s prone form in the Tank, in fact. And all he had as proof at the moment was this wriggling, invasive pulse of something's wrong, something's wrong, something is seriously wrong.

Something was so, so wrong with his brother.

Donnie couldn't help but feel a... revulsion, looking at him. Something that made him curl his hands into fists, nails pressing in.

He felt like if he stopped looking at Leo for even a smidge of a moment, he would... he would... he didn't know. Donnie didn't know. And he hated it.

He felt like Leo would snap up and lunge at him. Or their brothers. He felt like Leo would die on the spot. He felt like– he didn't know.

All he could do was stare.

He didn't register anything else. It was only this. It was only this.

Buried in his shell, this bone-deep conviction that something was disgustingly wrong, and the moment he took his eyes off of Leo, it would all surface with a bang.

He wanted–

He needed–

Donnie needed to know.

So he stared. He watched, he observed, he waited.

When they brought Leo home, he took advantage of the moment. While O’Neil and Jones took care of the... remnants of violence on Leonardo, Donnie did one of the things he did best: he collected data.

It was simple: just a scan whilst the other two hurriedly patched up wounds. And when that scan showed nothing out of the ordinary—a second one. And when that yielded no more results—a third one.

And when Leo’s injuries were taken care of, when everyone’s injuries were taken care of–

(Skin flesh living snipping away from his back–

No, no, no, they would live. They would live, they would triumph.)

–Donnie simply sat and watched.

For a bit, Raphael and Michelangelo and the rest were with him. For a bit, everyone took care of each other. Then–

Oh who cares?!

It was waiting, it was injuries, it didn't matter. None of it mattered! It all fell into a blur.

Until, finally, finally.

Donatello knew.

It was as easy as locking the medical bay’s entrance. It was as easy as a few steps to his “brother”’s body, laying on the hospital bed, bruised and cut and ruined and wrong wrong wrong.

That was not Leonardo.

Donatello knew. It.

He knew it the way he knew his own heartbeat.

That... thing, inside that body, was not his brother.

He saw it. He saw its true nature, the way its skin wriggled. Tendrils under the surface, eating away at the insides and taking their place.

It was something so ugly, so heinous, so repugnant that it was difficult for the mind to conceptualize and therefore circled right back around to awe-inspiring.

It was as easy as his hands around its disgusting little throat.

It spoke to him in his brother’s voice, the wretched thing. How dare, how dare it use his brother’s voice, his smile.

Donatello wanted to rip it apart. It was a nuisance, a parasite, a pest. Lowly and disgusting and undeserving of its breath HOW DARE IT BE FREE HOW DARE IT LIVE–

—

Donnie woke up sore and dazed.

“Wh... huh...?” he muttered, swallowing dry, trying to blink for the sake of his vision clearing. What... did he fall asleep...?

He lifted his arm to–

He– couldn't lift his arm. Huh. That's... odd...

Donnie blinked, everything a bit blurry at the edges. A little cotton-y. He felt a bit nauseated, to be quite frank. Not a pleasant thing to wake up to.

There was... noise. Speech. Somebody was saying something. To him.

“What...” he muttered again, lifting his arm– nope. Right. Right right right, he... couldn't do that. Hm.

Did he get kidnapped by the government?

...Mmm, no, no. There was the beeping of a heart monitor, the smell of antiseptic, yes. But he's always had sensitive senses. Beyond that, he could hear... papá’s shows? Breathing in the same room, as well. He could smell home. Raph was here.

Raph smelled like... hm. Something sharp, tangy, sort of unstable. But warm.

Worry, concern? Perhaps hesitation? Meh, Donnie has never been good at parsing emotions.

“Donnie? ...You with us?” floated in his older brother’s voice.

“Mm,” Donnie affirmed, trying to look around more properly. Yes, the medical bay. Yes, Raph, alongside Mikey.

...Hm. That's... odd. Why was Donnie strapped down on a gurney, exactly?

“Wha...” he vocalized, staring down at the restraints. He didn't even know they had those. Maybe The Fam simply used a couple of belts.

“Heeeyyy buuuddd, how... are you feeling?” Raph approached, with a careful smile.

“Confused, disoriented even,” Donnie stated. “Uh. Nauseated. Do I... do I have a concussion?” he tried blinking, squinting.

“...You could... say that,” Raph said, trying to be gentle in an off-putting manner.

“Boy you were infected!” Mikey delicately informed him and–

And.

Donnie’s brain blue-screened as it loaded the history of what he'd done.

Oh, dear Cain.

What has he done?

The way he’d stared at and spoken to Leo, contemptuous, inimical, disgusted. Murderous.

The way his palms had wrapped around his very own twin’s already bruised throat, feeling the fragile pulse under, the pulse he’d scrambled to preserve. Head deluded by thoughts and visions of parasites, of wriggling little things under the skin, hidden and revolting and deadly.

The way he’d squeezed–

A single tear rolled down his face, soaking into the bed sheet of the gurney.

“BUT WE FIXED IT!” Raph was quick to exclaim, worry cranked right up at Donnie’s absolute stupor, the horror no doubt glinting off the whites of his eyes. “We, we–!”

“CJ and Barry cut it all off!!! You're totally clean, Dee!” Mikey attempted with increased cheer.

But all Donnie could think was no, no, no, how could he do this? Is this how Raph felt? How could this happen?

What had he done?

“Donnie, hey, hey, it's okay, you gotta breathe,” Raph reached out a hand, forehead scrunched in anxiety. Donnie flinched back, but it's like it wasn't him. He could hear the rapid alarm of his electrocardiogram, but he could not connect it to the existence of the heart beating within his ribcage.

It's like he wasn't himself.

How could he possibly recognize if he's not himself?

His older brother was talking to him, but it was all static, it was all ringing. It was sinking into a squirming-squelching-living nightmare, repugnant and alive and all-encompassing oh unholy Lorecraft–

Shouts, a clattering–

Red and green turned away from his face, and, and–

Replaced by green and red and blue, blue, blue. Standing over him, smiling. Green skin and red markings, white eyes and red bruises, blue mask, blue bruises, colors of the flesh of the flesh the flesh–

“Heeyyy bro,” a jarring moment, a smile, how could he be smiling? “Wanna help me calm down real quick? I’m feeling a lil’ panicky here,”

Something inside Donnie reached out, fell into line at that. His hand shot up–

–no, it didn't, they were restrained, the hands he'd used to–

Lighter green. Unlatching the restraints.

“Leo–!”

“You said he's fine now, so chiiilll it's fiiine! Donnie would never hurt me,”

Donatello never would, but how could he possibly be sure he’s Donatello?

Hand freed. He jerks them back close to himself, pushed himself away.

“Hey, hey, naw don't do that, or I might get sad,” pouting, silly, like it's all fine and not horror-inducing. “Mikey, could you get a glass of water, and Raph– yeah the blanket–”

“His headphones too–?”

“Oh great idea, yeah, totes– Dee? Donnie-dee? Wanna show me how to breathe, huh? I can't get my numbers straight,” Leo’s eyes back to him, smiling, smiling.

The image of his beatific smile as Donnie’s hands strangled him to death–

The way he’d smiled at Raph as he was being STRANGLED TO DEATH–

Why was he SMILING?!

There was something wrapped around Donnie’s lungs and squeezing, and his brain screamed KRANG KRANG KRANG–

“Donnie, focus on me,” Leo snapped his fingers in front of his face and Donnie wanted to bite him, Leo knew how much that irritated him–!

Wait, why the flippity pancakes was Leo OUT OF BED?!

The panic, jittery and sharp and ringing, was suddenly replaced by anger, jittery and sharp and ringing.

“Why,” Donnie hissed, and his suddenly narrowed focus picked up on Mikey stiffening several feet away. Leo, smiling, calm, subtly moved to cover it.

“Why wh–”

“WHY ARE YOU OUT OF BED.” Donnie seethed, high-pitched, hands on Leo’s shoulders. Shaking him a bit. Leo was smiling and it felt surreal.

Leo was smiling the entire time Donnie was strangling him to death.

Leonardo, his beaten and bruised brother, his brother wrapped in bandages– the idiot, he must've torn something getting up to reach Donnie because he was bleeding through said bandages–

Leonardo, his brother who’d dished out serene reassurances before throwing himself into a death trap–

–was just smiling at him.

God, he hadn’t even fought back.

He didn't even fight back.

“Why didn't you fight back?” Donnie’s voice broke over whatever Leo had been saying. “Why, why did you– I-I w-was going to kill you–” horror, oh horror.

“What?” Leo blinked, and he turned as Raph walked back in, yet Donnie had mind only for one thing and it was his stupid, stupid twin.

“Why didn't you fight back? Leo, why didn't you do anything?” Donnie spoke in desperation. He needed to know. It would ruin him, but he needed it. Just like the stream of information from Technodrome, the knowledge was cursed and horrifying, and yet he needed to know. “I could have killed you are you listening to me? Leonardo you could have DIED–”

“Hey,” Leo, bleeding, supposed to be resting, smiling, was putting a weighted blanket over Donnie’s shoulders. He offered Donnie his noise-canceling headphones, and Mikey was finally handing over that water he’s been holding for minutes now, hands shaking. Leo was looking him in the eyes, and saying “It wasn't your fault, bro,”

Donnie stared back at him, shaking with the shock of– of– frankly? Of everything. There was a parasite in his brain, apparently, right after the Invasion, so it was all crashing on top of him in the worst way possible.

“Took you guys long enough,” Leo had said, had smiled and laughed and hugged them, like it was fine, but it wasn't, it. Wasn’t.

There was absolutely no conceivable way for Leo to have known Mikey could rip apart reality itself. There was no conceivable way he’d known there was any way out.

And the Krang were hateful, hateful things. Donnie would know.

So Donnie stared at his twin, smiling and saying something to Mikey that made their little brother crack a laugh. Donnie held a glass of water in one hand and noise-canceling headphones in the other, given to him by his twin Leonardo, Leonardo whom he’d strangled with those very hands.

“I’m so sorry,” broke out of Donnie, crushed and angry and disbelieving and sad and loving and grieving and ecstatic. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry–”

“It’s okay,” Leo said, easy, “Hey, it’s okay, it wasn't your fault,” he opened his arms and Donnie put the items aside to drag Leo into a hug. Leo oofed and laughed, and a tension dropped from Raph’s shoulders as well.

“You're okay Marsh-Tello,” Leo said, teasing and lighthearted, rubbing the back of Donnie’s neck instead of his bandaged shell. “It wasn't your fault, mkay? It was those big dumb aliens, and we got it all off. It wasn't your fault,” he reassured Donnie, Donnie, as if Leo wasn't the hurt one, as if Leo wasn't the one who’d nearly died several times. What a moron, apparently caring for others even at the end of his own rope, what a dummy.

Donnie just shook his head, holding the idiot closer. He reminded himself to not hold him too closely, because Leo was still littered with injuries, including cracks in his shell and his inner ribs. And now Donnie knew, if he wasn't careful, Leo wouldn't even eek in pain about it.

His twin. His idiot. Gah.

Donnie squeezed his eyes shut and held him close.

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paintedkinzy-88 · 3 months ago

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Hey! I love your dragon!au so much! Its so cool and i love the angst with it! I have a few things for it!

1. Possible name for the au since you are still taking suggestions it sounds like: the curse of Icarus au or coi. Yknow, pronounced like the fish?

I just though it fit with leos intense yearning to fly, mixed with his falling/portal flying which has great angst potential btw, you been hinting at it and im so excited to see!

2. You mentioned in an ask before that donnie hasnt made a pair of wings for leo yet partly because of his fins and partly because leo seems perfectly content not to have any

So when the fam finds out JUST how much leo has been jealous and wishing so bad he could join his brothers, how responsible would donnie feel? Especially if its found out just how hurt leo was when donnie abandoned him when he made his wings (from that one comic of donnie showing off his wings prototypes i think it was)

I feel like ive forgetton something but ive already ramble a lot, sorry! But i love your work and cant wait to see what else you come up with!

1. I am SOBBING that is an incredible name??? And I’m stealing it??? So much better than Flightless omg. Thank you thank you thank you. 😭😭

I’m thinking the AU is Dragons Rise, but like… the Title is Curse of Icarus, cuz I like both of them. If that makes sense?? Like how my other dragon AU is Dragon Balance but we all call it Tipping the Scales fhbfhbvyh.

Idk I like having two ways to tag it, I think XD

2. Oh absolutely, Donnie will be the most guilty out of them all. He even has blueprints of possible wings for his twin, he’s just never focused too much on them for the exact reasons you said: Leo’s fins are in the way, and he just seems to not care. If Donnie knew, it would have been top priority! And when he does know, they become top priority.

Or, well, at least one of his priorities.

3. Ramble all you want! I love to read rambles, and god knows I ramble back way too much—

#I like talkin about my bois what can I say #thank you again btw ;w;#asks #curse of Icarus #COI au #huehuehue #dragons rise au #time to go through and correct all my tags—#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Rottmnt au #dragon au #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo

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visionsofmagic · 2 years ago

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red hood/jason todd x black widow!reader

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🍓 summary: the enemy of yours, jason for sure was annoying as hell but there was something that pull you two together and he knew this damn well.

🍓 wc: 2.4k

🍓 warnings&tags: fluff, flirting, sarcastic!jason, kissing, cursing, teasing, touching, enemies to lovers, hidden feelings, confession [kinda]

🍓 author's note: so, this was a request from an anon but I assume they were @chaoticsomeone, and it took me long to write but finally, I did it! hope you enjoy; both anon and you all! ^^

jason was so annoying, you should give him that. but for some reasons, he seemed more annoying than ever and no, it wasn't because of you started to feel any emotion towards him which he wouldn't notice due to hiding them in deep down but hiding was hard to endure since you wanted to kiss him right before the mission, during the mission and especially, after it.

it wasn't usual of you to have feelings for an enemy but he was different. he felt different. you were still trying to decide whether the tension between you caused this or not. however, you couldn't think about its reasons. you just tried to focus on only to report the mission to the batman who was in touch you throughout it.

knowing jason's past was a peck, indeed, even if you never talked about it 'till he did. you respect him even though he was your enemy. you remembered what alfred told you about your relationship with jason, seeing it like the bond cat woman and the batman shared.

you didn't know their true identities but encouraging some of their missions together with some bat-fam members, jason right beside you, you saw the high tension and pull they both shared. it somehow seemed so - familiar. maybe alfred was right after all and tonight, you felt his rightness at the highest level, especially when jason put a smirk on his face after you looked at him shamelessly for a while as you realized in the last moment before turning to sky above you with a blushed face.

"don't give me that smirk." you said, rolling your eyes for calming yourself down because you knew jason's sensitive hearing abilities, probably could hear your heart beats which were running fast.

"what smirk?" he sounded like he didn't know what you were talking about but from the corner of your eyes, you saw how his smirk grew as he put his palms on the ground he was sitting on, leaning towards them and opening his thick thighs wider. his red mask were standing on the ground beside him and you could see his dark black hair fly with the power of night's wind.

he was more than attractive and you always thought about it whenever you saw him. it was like a natural habit of yours to think about jason all the time. you knew it was a habit of a lover than an enemy but you couldn't face with it since you believed you would become worse if you did.

"and what was with that girl back there?" you asked out of sudden. even though it wasn't intentional in the first place, you tried to act cool, reducing rising jealousy and curiosity on your system because of that unknown girl you saw in the mission field. she happened to be familiar with jason, knowing him from past. she didn't look like an ally or enemy but for sure, she was clingy towards jason, touching him freely from here to there, putting some kisses to his masked face, calling him pretty boy and acting like he owned her. it made your blood boil with pure rage, because of both dislike how the girl touched jason and not being able to do the same.

it was sad seeing how easy for another one to do what you wanted to do for such a long time.

"cherish?" he questioned, looking not interested in the topic but still answering your question, "she helped me in the past while tracking down someone."

"oh, so she's an ally?" you asked in a low tone, not looking at his eyes.

"kinda." jason said, looking at the sky as he threw his head. "why?" he questioned after a certain silence, taking your blurry mind back to him.

shrugging, you said, "just curious."

"I didn't know my fellas seemed interesting for you."

"they didn't but it's just – " you stopped talking, not wanting to give away your little secret of love him this easily. "I assume you only got me as an enemy fella who can be this close to you."

"this close?" he questioned, wanting you to be more open with that statement as he knelt down towards you, getting closer with each second 'till you chuckled nervously. he began to act a little odd out of nowhere and it was making you nervous, not being able to say what's on your mind completely.

"I mean look at us," you said, pointing to him and you after getting up and walking on the rooftop. "they see us as enemies. we should try to kill each other, not watching sunrise together. shouldn't we?" you asked to him because deep down, you wanted him to say a negative answer. love was like a fire under the skin but when it came to you, you liked the feeling that fire was giving. it was effect of jason on you after all.

what you were doing as a black widow included a great number of dangerous events, but, being in love with jason could be the most dangerous one which continues inside and outside a mission; a lifetime danger.

therefore, you chose to hide it for as long as you can. however, it looked like tonight was the end of it, you realized when jason asked "and what about 'u?" instead of answering the question after taking some time, looking at his hands.

as his eyes connected with yours, you forgot to breathe. the expression he had on his attractive face was unreadable and you had to try hard to understand meaning of his gazes. finally, you acknowledged some curiosity and sadness on them.

confused as ever, you thought loudly. "what about me?"

he shook his head, making his black hair move freely, looking hot like he was in a hair advertising scene.

"what do you think about this – " he stopped for a second, gathering enough strength to say what he is going to say aloud. "our relationship?"

your mind spent a quite time to comprehend what jason told about your relationship; calling it ‘our’. tonight, he was more open than ever and he didn’t help you even at slightest, instead, giving a headache while thinking about what to say – truth or just a tease.

if jason had a magic on you, you could believe with entire soul of yours. if he, now, told you he was joking, you would just laugh and get over with it. but none, jason did none of them. on contrary to these options your mind were thinking as likely events would take place from now on, he got up, not waiting for your answer. he took a few steps towards you, slowly but heavy. with each step, you took deep breaths, trying to find a way out from this because not knowing his intentions, you felt fear – fear of not being able to hold yourself and kiss him right here.

“jason –“ you tried to say, “I –“ the power you were holding was not working when you were alone with him. you knew this well but you couldn’t wait to spend more time after every mission you did together. beside them, there would a few occasions in which you two could get together. however, except some flirting, explicit comments and teasing, there wasn’t anything serious in these events you two shared. yes, there were moments you believed you and jason were pulling to each other with a ghost rope between your bodies and maybe, this night, it wouldn’t be a ghost or invisible rope. you were scared of this – scared of crashing a cold chest.

as fear began to rise inside enough to make scarecrow smell of it if he weren’t in arkham, jason spoke again, giving you something to hold to breathe and act properly.

he was both weakness and strength of you.

“didn’t answered my question.” he marked, and you gulped. trying to act confident and fearless, you shrugged.

“and I will not answer it ‘till you say what is the meaning of such question.” it was best option to gain more time. however, when jason smirked, you knew it didn’t work on him – not after he knew so much about you.

“there, there, acting like knowing nothing.” jason crossed his arms together, looking damn tall as he left just inches between his well built chest covered with a black silky suit and yours which was exposed a little, showing collarbone to eyes.

“you know I know so much.”

“except the meaning of the question, apparently.”

furrowing, you said while crossing your arms, copy him. “I can’t understand it if you have a closed mouth like that. you could ask it,” you showed your forefinger, “one, just to tease,” you added another finger, “two, getting a new information from me to keep it ‘till you will have a chance to hit me with it.” you added a last one, “three, maybe curiosity got its best out of you, huh?”

he shook his head, not impressed at the options, instead, looking bothered with them. “oh yeah, you are definitely clever as they said. sure.”

he turned to other side, going to pick up his mask as you realized how he used a dry sarcasm right there.

when that fact hit you, you felt anger. he was the one with a dumb brain not you. you weren’t the one talking like a close box, no, he was.

with that anger, you held his shoulder after he got his mask on his hands. squeezing the flesh under your palm that was full of muscles enough to make your mind go crazy once again, you said in pure annoyance, “what is wrong with you? you are asking odd questions and wait for me to understand the meaning of it right away with that unreadable expression of yours.” he looked at you and you felt confident than before, gladly, so, you added, “if you wanna say something, say it. and if you don’t, just leave it. don’t play with me.”

he turned to you when your hand on his shoulder stayed same, staring to your face with dark green eyes of his you loved to look at under every light or darkness because in every damn moment, his eyes were beautiful, taking breath away from your lungs and tonight, it was no different – maybe, it was more powerful even, not only taking breath but mind from you.

what was the time? where were you? why you were waiting in here? – they all seemed become silent each passing second as you kept looking at his eyes.

then, finally, he said, “you are the one who is playing with me.” to strengthen his words – to make it clear this time, he found your free hand, taking it as your breathes pitched, putting it right on his chest – where his heart rested.

without thinking twice, you closed your eyes, obeying what he wanted with simple gesture – you knew him well, not waiting for him to say what he wanted you to do.

the moment you closed your eyes, his heart’s beats began to flow from his chest to your hand, and to your heart from there – it was fast, so fast. it wasn’t because of any physical movement, no, it was all because of – you.

in the end, you found enough energy to open your eyes, looking at his dark green ones, and without putting any second to think about it, you just raised on your tiptoes, reaching his lips and kissing him – the thing your whole body pushed you to do, desired the most and when your lips touched to each other – as his mask hit the ground underneath your foot with a loud pump sound – as both of his hands found your waist, pushing it to his chest more, making your bodies crush into each other with raising heats from them.

your hands found his neck, hugging him tightly, a hand began to flow into his dark black hair, feeling his heart under yours.

the gotham city was so noisy in nights due to lots of different reasons but tonight – tonight, it was the quietest because your mind rejected it completely – it rejected the whole world, only to focus on just him – that fucking jason todd whose lips were kissing yours like it was the last thing he could get a taste of.

then, when he decided he couldn’t get enough, his hands found your ass, holding them to make your body jump higher, getting between his arms, hugging him stronger for avoiding any falling ‘till he made his way into a higher point in the rooftop on which you could sit.

placing your body on the nearest point, he left your messy lips for a second, looking at you from head to toe – a complete mess totally because of him, he smirked proudly, tilting his head a little to kiss the corner of your lips.

“well, not so dumb after all.”

rolling your eyes, you punched his shoulder gently, but smiling widely. indeed, you understood what he meant to refer with that question in the end; getting that hidden feeling out of you which were mutual. you could think he was playing with you but he wasn’t that guy – jason had a pure heart under that chest even though he wasn’t believing to have it on his own, however, you saw it and you believed him – you believed jason so much that you let him kiss you once again, hungrier and rougher this time, but still, giving away his true feeling within it as he hugged you from back, making your back arch, chest touch his, hands on his shoulders.

between kisses – lots of kisses you shared that night, you told him the answer of his question and so much more, finally getting chance to open your heart to him without fearing anything. and jason listened you carefully – closely. he didn’t say how much he loved you in return aloud, instead, he chose to use his lips, hands, and eyes with his entire body to show how he cared for you – how you meant like a lover rather than just an enemy. you took all of what he gave you gladly and from that night, a new journey in your relationship began.

maybe alfred was right; you two were like cat woman and batman. even though it looked like it, deep down, you believed it would become more with hope. you didn’t want jason stop kissing you, teasing you while flirting openly, touching you from here to there freely and letting you do the same to him, looking so happy with a simple look into your eyes.

love was dangerous path and you began to walk on it while holding jason’s hand with pleasure.

the end. 🍓

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fictarian · 1 year ago

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yo yo yoooo ayo gang lemme get amm a hobie brown x gn reader whos like a photographer for the fucking news bullshit and like they are a fan of spider man fam thank uuu

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ღ Paring: Hobie Brown and GN! Reader

ღ Premise: Reader has their own section of the daily newspaper, and they use it to write for the anarchist by the name of ‘Spider-Punk’ while also providing pictures they’ve caught of him in action

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ღ Previous part can be found here !

“_____, my office, now!” You let out a heavy sigh as the door to your boss’ office slammed shut after he barked an order, and you could feel the eyes following you as you stood up from your desk and made your way over to the room, tossing your empty coffee cup into the trash before turning the knob and pushing the door open.

“Have a seat” He ordered, but your feet remained glued to the ground. “I’m good standing” You stiffly said, crossing your arms over your chest with narrowed eyes. “You asked for me, sir?” In response, your boss slammed a newspaper onto his desk, pushing it forward so you could get a good look at it— it was the paper for today, and you had a pretty reasonable guess as to why he was so peeved.

“We’ve been over this, _____. I don’t want that spider freak in my newspaper.” He seethed, picking up the newspaper and shoving it in your face, pointing specifically at the section you were assigned to. “You know what this gives us? A bad, bad reputation. We’re already on thin ice as it is, and if you keep this up, my company will get shut down all thanks to your stories!”

Your lips tightened into a thin line, feeling your blood boil at what he was saying. Quite frankly, he could take his worries and shove it up his ass for all you cared. The government was corrupt and violent to the people it’s supposed to protect and serve, and Spider Punk was the only symbol of hope the community had. You admired the infamous anarchist, and you wanted everybody to know about him— the possibly only voice of the people.

So that’s why you used the section of the Daily newspaper granted to you, to spread word of Spider Punk’s actions and his defiance against the government. You wanted the people to know about what was going on, to feel empowered knowing that one of their own was rising up against the injustices against them. And if it costed your job, or even your life, so be it. You weren’t just gonna sit around and act like nothing was happening.

Your boss’ words were only fueling your anger. This wasn’t the first time you two had this conversation, in fact, all of your conversations were about this topic. It took all of your willpower to not punch him in the jaw as you opened your mouth to say “But sir, the newspaper is meant to inform people. And with all the smashed law enforcement cars and protests going on, it would be wise to—“ “I dont’t want to hear it! Keep this up, and you can kiss your place here goodbye!” He yelled in your face, and that was your last straw.

“I don’t have to, ‘cause I quit. You can kiss all of your readers goodbye, ‘cause I know damn well the only reason they read your lousy ass newspaper is because of information I provide!” You snapped, turning on your heel and marching out the door, tuning out the string of curses that followed as you exited the building with smoke practically blowing out of your ears. Ok, maybe you handled that the wrong way. But it was too late to go back now… well, you still had to get your stuff from your desk. ‘Embarrassing’ You thought to yourself, keeping your head held high as you turned back around to enter the building for the last time.

You didn’t stay there long, since you didn’t even have much to begin with. The items that occupied your desk consisted of your notepad, your trusty laptop (it was old enough to be considered a fossil), an uneaten nutter butter, and your camera thats strap wrapped comfortably around your neck while your other belongings were placed inside your satchel. With all your items packed away, you were now walking the streets of London as the reality of the situation set in— you didn’t have a job anymore. No source of money, and no way to have a voice in the community.

‘You’re forgetting to breath’ You told yourself, registering the tightness that was beginning to form in your chest and taking a couple deep breaths to ease the panic. This was fine, you were fine. You could always start a blog of your own, and there were plenty of jobs that needed more employees. ‘But it’s not as easy as it sounds, i’ll need to fill out a application, i’ll need to be interviewed, and—‘ Your thoughts were cut short when you suddenly bumped into someone, and you muttered a quick apology before continuing on. “Oi, you’re that chick that writes fo’ the paper, aren’t you?”

You stop, turning to look back at the person you bumped into. He was quite the looker, if you were being completely honest. The male was tall, and dressed in outfit that screamed ‘punk’. He had well done wicks, and a confident aura surrounded him. “It’s rude to stare, y’know?” “Oh, i’m sorry. I spaced out for a second.” You apologized when he called you out, before adding “My name is _____”. The male nodded his head, his gloved hand tucked away in the pocket of his pants. “‘Obie, ‘Obie Brown” Holy shit, you knew he looked familiar. “Aren’t in a band?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “I play with ‘em occasionally, but I don’t believe in consistency.”

You slowly nodded your head, not bothering to question what he meant by that. “Riiight…” The sound of sirens caught your attention, and you looked over your shoulder to see the blue and red lights of law enforcement cars dancing off the walls of buildings. “I wouldn’t suggest goin that way, luv. There was a bad scrap with a couple fellas lookin for a bad time” Hobie warned you, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion. Didn’t he come from that way?

The reporter in you told you that there was something amiss, but you didn’t act on the feeling. Not yet. “Yikes, thanks for the warning. I’ll take a different route to my flat.” You informed him, and he nodded his head before turning his back towards you. “I’ll be seein you ‘round, _____. Maybe come to one of my concerts, yeah?” He suggested as he started to walk away. But you weren’t listening.

You were too busy staring at the prominent red, spike having mask that stuck out of Hobie’s back pocket

“Yeah… i’ll take you up on that offer. Cheers!” You called out to Hobie, waiting a couple seconds before lifting your camera up and putting its viewfinder up to your eye, zooming in on the mask before snapping a picture of it. “Christ…” You muttered to yourself, staring at the screen of your camera in disbelief.

You just found yourself with knowledge that could cost you your life

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quietwings-fics · 28 days ago

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in the meantime

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Gen (Thirteen & the Fam) Additional Tags: Gender Identity, It/Its Pronouns For The Doctor (Doctor Who), Genderqueer Character, Genderqueer Doctor (Doctor Who), Coming Out, Friendship Wordcount: 1,845 Summary:

The Doctor clarifies its gender.

It's disoriented.

Really, it's the height that gets it first. The Doctor's been tall for centuries now. Bad enough running around high on regeneration energy, trying to save its new friends, but with half the legs it normally had? And it's still getting used to that. There's always an inch between where its hand is and where it should be. It adjusts to looking up rather than down at most everyone when it talks to them. Graham and Ryan are around to practice that on, and Yaz is around to remind the Doctor of how nice it was to easily look down its nose at people, once.

And if it focuses on all of that, then it doesn't have to think about the other thing.

Which works until it doesn't. It's over (four-point-five billion) two thousand years old; it should know better by now.

"There, see, she's always cooped up in here." The Doctor looks oddly at Graham. It isn't sure where else he expects the TARDIS to be but within-throughout herself. "You should really get some fresh air, Doc. Without the threat of death attached to it." The Doctor stands on the console platform and fumbles the greeting it carefully prepared while waiting for its companions. Friends. Fam. It rises on the balls of its feet without the words coming back, and then it turns back around to the safety of the TARDIS console to find different ones without having to look at them. She dispenses a helpful biscuit. The Doctor doesn't have to speak with its mouth full.

They say she, they mean me, it taps the console in rhythm with the saying. They say she, they mean- The word is poking into its lungs and making it hard to breathe. Footsteps left and right, and even without a greeting, they all seem comfortable coming back. Good. They should be. It wants them to be. This should be like their home, too. They say she- The Doctor inhales biscuit.

The next few seconds consist mostly of coughing and nearly not dodging Ryan's intended-to-be-helpful knock against its back to stop said coughing. He doesn't try a second time, and as it shakes off the sudden biscuit assault on its esophagus, it catches his apologetic look. Ryan's very good at the not-touching bit. They'd all probably be good at it, if it said anything, but it didn't and doesn't and likes too much that Ryan started noticing on his own without being told, (enough to silently bear it and wait for Graham and Yaz to catch up, too.)

"You alright?" Yaz says. The Doctor looks from her down to her hands folded against the TARDIS, sees the right index nail chewed shorter than the rest and adds a tally to how many times it's noticed that. The count is thirteen now.

"I'm really more of an it," the Doctor says because of that. Then, like an olive branch, it offers, "but you can call the TARDIS she. She's always liked that." Not one of its Fam looks like they know what it's talking about. It pauses, tries to remember which parts of this conversation have been out loud and which have only been in its head (most of it), and realizes they have every right to be confused. It would be confused, if not for the permanent residency it has inside itself. Semi-permanent. It's been a weird life. "When referring to me," it clarifies. "It. Like"—stars and planets, ghosts and relics—"biscuits. Or, biscuit, singular, you'd call multiple ones 'they', and that's not right anymore. For me, not for the biscuits."

It had no idea how harsh that pressure against its lungs was until it's gone in a rush. A popped balloon.

"What?" Yaz says. It's what they all want to say—At least, judging by their expressions, not something the Doctor's ever skilled at doing but it's better with these eyes than the last pair, it thinks.—but Yaz gets there first.

The Doctor sucks in a breath to try to keep the pressure from reasserting itself. "It," it repeats. "It. You keep saying she, but-" It doesn't like being on the back foot like this, so it switches, pinches its mouth. "You didn't even ask. It was rude." It feels good, for a moment, to see someone that isn't itself reel, but then it remembers that it's Yaz, and she's just trying to understand, and now, she looks like she thinks she's failed the Doctor. It draws back in on itself. "No harm done," it says, raising its hands, back to smiling. Smiling's good, smiling sets people at ease, and it's an easy set of muscles to control. Yaz is already relaxing again. No harm done, Doctor, no harm done, it reminds itself.

"This has to do with how you said you were a man before?" Graham ventures. The three of them always say that like they still don't really believe it, and it really isn't sure how that's the difficult bit, between the time travel and the TARDIS and the aliens. Maybe it's because it keeps saying it. Humans... Twenty-first century? They usually keep those things secret. The Doctor doesn't see the point.

"I made an alright man," the Doctor says. "Not sure about how I'm doing now, though. It's new. Am I a good woman, Yaz?" It looks at her, the moment the words leave its lips, and for a moment, Yaz is not Yaz, Yaz is big eyes and a familiar smirk and Clara-my-Clara. Only for a moment, and then she's just Yaz again. Yaz, sort of frowning, sort of pained looking, like she's swallowed something too large and got it caught in her throat. The Doctor is about to clarify that it wouldn't choke her with a question like that, that it's older and wiser and knows the answer is no nowadays anyway. It's only asking about genders, which shouldn't be as hard.

"You've-" she starts and never finishes the thought. She tries another one. "You're doing okay?" Yaz is lying to it. The Doctor decides it won't notice.

"Thank you," it says, smiling at her.

"It's not the sort of thing you get 'good' at," Graham says. "It's not a competition." It frowns at him until it parses out that tone. He has no idea what the Doctor is talking about, but he means it kindly.

"Of course it is," the Doctor says, and it looks- Oh, it snaps its head away from the empty corner of the TARDIS fast and hard enough to hurt, but it was looking for her, waiting for her laugh, waiting for her to agree. "Just not one I've ever won. When other people are judging." There wouldn't be any doubt who the winner was if she was here. But she's not.

"Doctor," Ryan asks, "are you not a woman?" His voice is not his voice. The Doctor blinks. You know that, Bill. The Doctor blinks again. Ryan is waiting for an answer—because he doesn't know—and the Doctor tries to think through the Bill-shaped words as they bounce inside its cranium, only each time they sound less like Bill and more like steel and-

"No. Yes. Ask a different question," it demands, too loudly for the room and too quiet to hear itself inside its own head. Ryan's eyes dart to Yaz. The Doctor would welcome her voice, too. Any voice. Anything at all.

"If you're not a man or a woman, you'd be..." Ryan glances at Yaz again.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" she asks. He immediately turns his gaze away, flustered. The Doctor shuts its eyes and lets their voices fill up its head.

"I thought you might- Who else am I supposed to look at?"

"You could ask me," Graham says. Ryan and Yaz both turn to him. "I didn't say I knew, but you shouldn't assume-"

"I'm the Doctor," the Doctor interrupts. "I'm just the Doctor." It wants that to sink in first, so it might avoid some questions. "The label you're looking for is"—It pages through a collection of words, narrowed by species, by language, by decade.—"nonbinary."

"And you're..." Ryan still trails off without saying it, like he's afraid he'll do something wrong.

"No," the Doctor says. Thinks. "Sometimes. I'm better at that than some of the others."

It might be easier for them if it had said yes.

It wants to be understood. These things stand in opposition to each other.

But it knows. Allowances must be made. Baby steps. Room for mistakes.

It runs fingers over the TARDIS console. "Don't say she. We can start there." The weight settles on its lungs again, but less, bearable, for now. It hears Ryan inhale, but no response forms. It hears Yaz tap her nails, bitten and not, on the console, without arguing.

"No, we can start with what you want to be called," says Graham, quite certain of himself. The Doctor meets his gaze.

"It," it says, one last time. It doesn't mean that to be a challenge, and it doesn't think Graham hears it as one either. But it is.

"It," he repeats, and he does a funny thing with his mouth, snapping his expression between his certainty and the sudden stumble of what it's asking of him and back again to the determined stubbornness to follow through on a promise. "That'll take some getting used to. No more than the rest of you, Doc." The Doctor wants to take Graham's honesty, keep it in a bottle, and shake it to hear it rattle around. It smiles with no need to soothe anything or put anyone at ease.

"Really?” it asks. The challenge is gone. What’s left isn’t disbelief because it knew, eventually, at some point, they’d all come around to this. It’s just surprised that it’s this easy. Nothing’s ever this easy.

“Of course,” Yaz jumps in, sounding more sure of herself than the nervousness in her eyes betrays.

“Granddad’s right. It’ll take a bit, but I’ll get there.” Ryan fixes the Doctor with a look, one that pins it and holds it steady in a way that’s very hard for anyone to do. “And we’ll catch on faster if you’re telling us when we get it wrong.”

“I was planning to,” it says. It wasn’t.

Ryan believes it and drops that look, possibly without ever knowing he managed to see through the Doctor so clearly.

It glances between its Fam one last time. It stops itself abruptly when it realizes it’s biasing it’s own data-seeking, more prone to stiffening its spine at the hint of what might be a scowl than seeing how bright all three of them are looking at it.

Acceptance, acceptance, it will one day stop being a stranger.

"Good," it says. "Good!" It closes off that part of the conversation and tucks it away, handled. It returns to perfectly stable ground. "You want fresh air? I know a city in the clouds, can't get fresher than that. The planet's surface is all seas, so..."

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mugentakeda · 9 months ago

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okay more runaway fire fam hcs

-zuko gets gift giving as a love language from ursa. ursa loves to go to the market after work and parooze. she loves finding shit that she thinks the kids would enjoy. knick knacks and shit. she has a fondness for earth kingdom jadeite.

-ursa gives zuko and azula little potted plants from the florist and tasks them with the assignment of taking care of them as long as they can. competition comes second nature to them, and its gonna be hard for her and lu ten to shake that off, but for now, maybe ursa can make a compromise by having them compete in nurturing. hopefully, what they learn from that will stick.

-when azula and zuko arent nosing around the town, theyre messing around in the surrounding forest. one day zuko wants to see if he can cross the water and explore air temples, but for now hes gonna scout the area. the amount of trees are good for practicing stealth, even if he doesnt have his dao.

-zuko finds a baby sparrowhawk-lynx with azula. they agree to take him home and work together to convince mother and cousin lu ten to let them keep him.

-ursa is dismayed at the idea of having any kind of furry animal around the house and getting fur on their clothes and rugs. she also swears that feline type animals all smell strange. lu ten is dismayed at the idea of having a lynx around the house because they get fucking huge. (he never makes the point that its a wild animal, and not a toy- because zuko and azula do have the discipline to care for an animal. and lu ten can trust azula to be able to defend herself and zuko if something goes wrong when he isnt around)

-they keep the sparrowhawk-lynx.

-they couldnt agree on a name for him so until they could they started calling him "Beast" in the meantime. unfortunately this ends up sticking so neither of them end up getting to pick a name.

-ursa takes all but two days to warm up to him because hes a cute little baby that likes to rub his head on her skirts. ursa is a weak woman to cute animals. she starts cradling him like a newborn and baby talking him. azula will not stand for both her AND zuko babying Beast. she keeps trying to train him to attack things or wrestle with her but he just crawls on her and licks her face.

-lu ten warms up to Beast as well but also treats him and talks to him like a human child. this is a problem because Beast is a sparrowhalk-lynx that can only understand basic words and not full sentences. so whenever lu ten tries to scold him for using their shoes as chew toys he just stares at lu ten blankly. pet idiot baby :(

-hot garlic chili oil and kimchi is something that has to be made in very large batches. theyve gotten used to the mild and savory flavors of earth kingdom style food but they also cant live without at least SOME spice. ursa is working on a whole section of her back garden that will be dedicated to just hot peppers so they dont have to keep buying it from the market

-nobody has a specific role or chore assignment in the house. they just do it as it comes. it doesnt matter who all does it, or how its done. azula likes washing dishes more than folding laundry, so zuko does the laundry with lu ten. but azula doesnt like doing dishes alone after curry dinners with their thick sauces that stick on the plates, so on those days, she splits it with ursa.

-lu ten has found the perfect spot in solitude to keep up azula and zukos training- up a tall rocky trail, near a cliff that faces where the sun rises.

-lu ten keeps azula and zukos lessons conjoined rather than doing it by skill level, because the ones lu ten took were different bending courses from the ones ozai had azula and zuko take, so its new material for them both. on top of that, lu ten has to also take the time to do life lessons with them too. instead of proverbs, lu ten prefers the approach of the way he best learns- making each lesson a group discussion. lu ten thrived in the court, and loved nothing more than waiting and listening, in order to dissect the natures of the councilmens hearts. open discussion is blunt and confrontational. lu ten likes proverbs, but doesnt see them as very effective when it came to foundational lessons. their vagueness leaves too much room for misinterpretation, and azula and zuko were never allowed to leave their parroting phase by ozai, so lu ten has to be very careful about what he says, lest he starts planting even more stupid shit in his cousins' brains without thinking.

#runaway fire fam au

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libra-stellium · 29 days ago

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Here's my elaborate reason (aka birth chart analysis) why I think Evan "Buck" Buckley's birthday is June 16, 1992 9:57pm in Harrisburg PA lmfao

(The timeline in the show is weird but it is what it is lol)

Going off profection years I think Buck is a Capricorn rising

If he met up again with Maddie at 26-27 that would be his 3H-4H year

If it had been 3 years since she stopped responding to letters he would have been around 23-24 when he left his fam and started traveling the world

Capricorn risings have Sagittarius as their 12H so I think it’s very fitting that while he was 23 he isolated himself through his international travels to figure himself out and by the time he reached 26 he had gone through his 2H year at 25 to realize he wanted to be a firefighter as a job and goes through training and joins the 118 around his 2H/3H year and is 26/27. He’s already past his probation year by the time Maddie shows up so he’s most likely 27 and that’s when he gets hit with all his family troubles which is very 4H and Capricorn rising means Aries 4H ruled by mars and his home life was very turbulent and its cannon that he hurt himself a lot throughout his entire childhood to get his parents’ attention and then when he’s in his 4H year he deals with his sister’s DV situation so like it fits ??

Capricorn rising also means that he’s ruled by saturn and we know that means no one is harder on themselves than a Capricorn! Any little mistake that another person would let roll off their back he suddenly thinks it's the worst thing a human has ever done when he does it.

And anger is a big thing for him in the sense that he doesn’t feel comfortable being angry bc he hasn’t fully worked through the anger that he feels toward his family bc he thinks it’s misplaced but everyone else can tell it’s justified! Saturn also rules over bones and he was literally born for his bone marrow to be used to save his brother. That’s a major part of his identity (1H)!

I also think that Buck has a Capricorn moon which Oliver does too and I think that may be why he’s so attuned to playing Buck bc he understands Buck on a deep emotional level! (The capricorn moon stuff I'm going to talk about are for Buck not Oliver bc idk that man's life so yeah)

Capricorn moons can have a strained relationship with their mother because they didn't build a secure attachment in childhood and that could be for whatever reason or whatever the mother was going through at the time and we know that Buck's brother Daniel was sick and eventually passed when Buck was younger so his mom was grieving the loss of a child with the added layer that her other son that she had to help Daniel is still around and Daniel is not. Also bc the mom was emotionally unavailable capricorn moons didn't learn how to process their emotions, were told or it was understood in context that their emotions didn't matter so they suppress their emotions!! They have so many emotions but bc they don't feel like they're allowed to have them they get so mean to themselves for just having emotions! Like after Buck goes off on his parents and the next thing he does is get on himself about how he's right back to his younger self not able to control his emotions when his reaction was definitely appropriate and honestly he probably should've said more! They can also have this attitude that things are supposed to be hard and painful bc that's where they're comfortable so when things are going a little too well they can self sabotage especially relationships! Like when Buck was with Taylor and he cheated on her like that seemed so random on the outside looking in but he was probably feeling too comfortable with Taylor! This idea that pain is normal and "that's just how it is" for them can lead to them taking on the pain of other people as well bc they are very nurturing and understand when it comes to other people so it's pretty much like if pain is my normal then I can take this pain for them so they don't have to feel it! We can see this when he's like I should've been the one to get shot or when he decided to be the one to go up on the ladder truck or when he climbed up that construction thing idek what it's called but it was to save that guy that was stuck but he was like idc if i'm the one that gets sniped. Even the whole Daniel thing bc had that bone marrow transplant worked it would've taken Daniel's pain away. I think this is also just a manifestation of his suppressed emotions bc he feels so much and pushes it down but it's not fool proof and the erratic ones tend to be the ones that slip out every now and then. Which brings me to my next point lol

That's why I think him being a capricorn rising fits so well because if he has a capricorn moon that would have his moon in the 1H! The house of how you're perceived so people would perceive him to be very emotional which I think is how he's able to hide his deeper truer emotions most of the time bc people think that what they've seen is it! Him breaking down when Eddie was in the well?? Him being angry in the gym. That one scene of him having dinner with Bobby and Athena and he gets upset and leaves bc he found out it was Bobby blocking him. You'd be like wow this person shows all their emotions! But then you see him when he's dealing with his romantic relationships when they're ending and it's like??? Bc (putting Buddie aside) why was he low key smiling telling Eddie that him and natalia broke up?? When did that happen and why didn't he tell his best friend immediately?? Was he sad about it? He said it like oh no big deal. Like huh?? Then comparing that to when he was telling Bobby (in the same locker room) that they hadn't spoken about Tommy and at that moment he was supposed to be in a happy relationship but he looked guilty about it! That capricorn moon 1H being visibly uncomfortable when it's supposedly going well??

But moon 1H are also very in tune with how other people are feeling and how to care for them which is one of Buck's main attributes! That's why Eddie calls him to talk to Chris all the time bc "do what you always do!" And bc he cares so much about the people he loves it makes him very protective of them especially his family which I think fits the Aries 4H that capricorn risings have. You can see how he'll stop at nothing to protect his 118 family and even when he went off on his parents at that dinner wasn't it triggered by something they said about Maddie? I think so! I'm not going to check lol

Now for the sunnnnnn I think this man is a GEMINI! You know how when your friend tells you they started talking to a gemini man and you're like please say sike!! I just know all his past relationships were told NO DON'T DO IT BLOCK HIM in the group chat but they were having fun so they did it anyway and the group chat had to get them together after lol you live and you learn!

On a more serious noteee lol Buck being a gemini sun with a capricorn rising would put his sun in the 6H and that man is constantly like "I AM MY JOB" LOL "I WORK THEREFORE I AM" pls like the way he reacts when he can't go to work??? literal depression! All those jobs he had traveling? Pls that's Evan Keep-A-Job Buckley! We also know that he does care a lot about his health like he has his workout routine and I don't think it's been mentioned recently but he used to track his body fat percentage! The whole way he took his health so seriously for the sperm donor situation like he is dedicated to his health and a job! He's also a perfectionist when it comes to learning new skills like the way he was determined to become good at cooking! How many lasagnas did he make trying to get it right 3 or 5? lol Sun in the 6H is also very efficient! In that recent episode where he told Gerard that Bobby had showed him the hose loop thing ik he was seething at Gerard reducing their efficiency by making him not do the loop loll

And Buck is such a gemini bc he knows sooooo many things! Geminis love learning about everything and anything and they get so excited about it and want to tell everyone! I think that this is also why he's able to come up with random solutions at work (Gemini 6H) like spraying Eddie with perfume for the bees! That's definitely not in the firefighter training!

Bc of all of this I think this is what his chart would look like lol bc this is when the sun was in gemini with a capricorn moon and a capricorn rising and at 9:57pm the capricorn rising degree is at 16 with uranus in cacpricorn at 16 and moon in capricorn at 17 and neptune in capricorn at 18 so they're all conjunct each other in the 1H making him a 1H stellium! I think this is one of the reasons why he's always trying to figure out who he is bc neptune is also conjunct his ascendant! He doesn't know bc it changes aka Buck 1.0 to what are we at 3.0? lol also the fact that the whole reason why he was born was hidden from him for most of his life? Neptune shit!

Uranus in the 1H can show someone who is accident prone and he's literally always getting hurt! It's conjunct his moon and ascendant and we know that in his childhood and some of his adulthood he had put himself in situations where he got hurt as a way to connect with his parents or bc he couldn't regulate his emotions. It can also show an unconventional birth!! His was so unconventional his family moved to get away from people who knew and pretended like it never happened.

Neptune in 1H can also make you feel invisible and forgotten and we know that's what was happening in his childhood with his parents and it happened again when Maddie didn't answer his postcards which like she was going through it but he didn't know so i'm sure he felt forgotten! Even recently when he was trying to get Eddie's attention they literally filmed it in a way to show us that Eddie isn't even seeing him try! (SN: my theory is that now that we saw how he saved Gerard accidentally when he really meant to hurt Gerard and he admits it I don't think that he meant to hurt Eddie on the basketball court I think he was playing rough not caring about what happens to him but he didn't think far enough to realize that he COULD hurt someone else in the process bc if he meant to do it he would know).

He has pluto in the 11H which can cause some issues with friendships and his friends are basically his sister and his coworkers but they're more like his family so they barely count atp! It can also show betrayal or trauma related to friends and like the trauma is definitely there bc how many times has he been in the hospital waiting room for them?? a lot! And the whole thing with his blood thinners and Bobby not wanting him back that was betrayal when he found out it was Bobby the whole time and not the department! The whole lawsuit era where he exposed everyone's secrets basically lol very pluto! On the other hand you can tell that when he does get vulnerable or just doesn't pretend he doesn't need help they can be very supportive and loyal! Like when everyone took turns coming to check on him bc Maddie made a schedule lol pluto 11H is also very interested in learning people and they learn a lot from people in their environment and you can see that when he's on calls talking to the people they're helping like the old couple who died together in their driveway omg and when he thought he would end up alone like Red bc he does feel like a loner deep inside again pluto 11H!

His saturn in aqua 2H makes me want to know how much is in his bank account lmao I'm assuming that his fam didn't have a lot of money when he was younger bc usually if you have a kid with a chronic/terminal illness in the US your account is gonna be pretty low! And they were both teachers so like ik those checks weren't big. At first I was like hmm but they bought a new house and moved?? But like that was the 90s not the 2020s sooo you didn't have to be a millionaire to do that back then. We also see that he was living with roommates in the beginning and then in Abby's place which I'm assuming he didn't pay rent at and then the different couches he slept on to then eventually getting his own place. Saturn 2H take their finances very seriously so I know he was building up his savings as much as he could during that time bc how else was he able to buy Eddie a smart coffee maker as a joke?? Saturn 2H can also show low self esteem which we know he does struggle with and his tendency to be a people pleaser but it's square his pluto 11H and his friends/family are really good at building him back up after something happens and the way he feels is visible like when Athena was like never giving up is what it means to be Buck like omg that's so cute and when Eddie said that he's not expendable and his face after they say that looks like he doesn't fully believe them lol

Also back to profection years idk if S7 and S8 are both 2024 or like 2023/2024 and 2024 but if it's the latter then he could be 31/32 in S7 and that would be so fitting to figure out a new aspect of his sexuality during that 8H profection year at 31?? His 8H is leo ruled by the sun so his identity would be the focus! And then at 32 in the 9H profection year exploring how that new aspect of his identity changes his philosophy on life and giving parts of himself new meaning that he didn't fully understand before which he would still be doing in S8.

And for like the lightning strike in S6 they said he was 30 but it would be so fitting for him to be 29 in a 6H year?? That's a major health setback! Then later in the season he's 30 in a 7H year and meets Natalia and if the show ended like it was supposed to that was supposed to be his long term partner no?? Being with the person who just gets him?? Idk I feel crazy now so I'm gonna stop here lmfao

If you read this far you're a star! Love you <3

#9 1 1 abc #911 abc #evan buckley #buck buckley #astrology #birth chart analysis #9 1 1 fandom #buck 911 birthday

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midnightcreator12 · 6 months ago

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Time to Ramble about Clan Hamato-Verd vs. The Turtle-verse

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Because there WILL be a multi-chapter fic about that at some point and I like how much I can DO with the multiverse in play. And I have so much brainrot over all the lil adventures so y'all get a sneak peek!

There are no rules saying that I cant reuse canon universes that have already appeared! (Cause I'm writing the 'rules' lol) Becasue I have a VERY strong mental idea of how I want Chula to intervene with the 2003 Leo vs the Foot.

Chula actually brings no turtles on this trip. CJ is the one who tags along and they split up to go find any signs of the turtles (they're making a network to try and track down Astra and the Clones and the turtles are the most likely people to hear news about them because 'turtle luck'). CJ actually finds them first, right as Leo is being tossed into April's apartment.

CJ stays outside for most of the fight, picking off ninja who are trying to go in and overwhelm the turtles. He manages to shoot a message to Chula that he needs her NOW and dives into the fight inside about the same time as adult Casey does.

Casey questions if the kid is stealing his thing, CJ says he'll explain later and its a long story and April yells that CJ needs to get out of here and that this is too dangerous for a kid. And CJ is like 1) hell no. 2) then explain the 3 fifteen year old turtles who are very much in the thick of this fight

The fight goes on, CJ is actually doing VERY well in it (foot ninja are easier to fight than alien death machines, who knew?) And then Shredder shows up, doing his lil speech about how he's going to burn the turtles to the ground, blah, blah, blah.

Then CJ, from the front of the shop, his back to the door, says that Shredder should consider calling this attack quits and leaving while he can. And, of course, Shredder and Hun think this kid is being ridiculous, the Foot has the upper hand after all and what can this skinny little teen playing at being a hero do?

And CJ's like 'Maybe I can't take all of you-" lighting crash, dramatically revealing Chula's form towering behind Casey, light catching her visor in just the right way so you can see one, furious, glowing green eye. "But Mrs. Verd is gonna make sure none of you leave alive."

cue a massive battle montage where Chula gets to peel Shredder out of his mech suit and is more than happy to rip his tiny alien form apart while CJ covers the Splinterson's escape.

CJ takes everyone back to the Tortuga, where Leo is quickly attended to with bacta that has him making weeks of recovery in minutes. And by the time hes up and asking what happened, Chula returns, most of the blood on her armor washed away by rain but gleefully showing off the new Shredder helm that is to be added to her collection

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Chula finds a sainw don and finds his dimension where his fam is not dead yet and she takes the role of prime 03 don and helps them overthrow the shredder

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Chula gets a habit of collecting turtles from bad timelines that starts with her finding a Rise Universe where the Krang Invasion succeeds and the 4 turts are the last ones standing

F!Leo is knocked out by the time Chula gets there so the other three have no escape route and are just trying to protect their Leo.

Meanwhile, F!Leo goes down and his last thought is that he's going to die. Only to wake up to a younger version of him in baggy pants and a poncho grinning and telling him "Heeeeey, I'm your lil bro now! And tall, dark, and scary in the corner is your mom!"

And F!Leo is just, '....this is not how I imagined hell.'

Meanwhile, F!Donnie is just happy to be on a spaceship that ISN'T trying to kill him

(See also, Past rise kids fighting for Chula's attention with the Future Rise kids. Maybe a subplot where the past kids think maybe Chula would prefer to hang out with other adults or/and Future boys thinking she'd prefer the younger, undamaged versions. (she loves both. both past and future versions are her boys))

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In the same vein as that, Chula trying to 'adopt' turtles but they refuse.

I think CJ is actually from another dimension instead of the future so, Chula is thankfully doing a solo run when she finds CJ's home reality and find Master Leonardo, alive but not for much longer without treatment.

Chula, of course, trys to help him but he pushes her away and begs her to just let him die. He wants his brothers, he's tired, he wants to go home.

And, as much as it hurts, Chula understands on some level. So she sits with Leonardo until he dies and holds a burial ceremony for him when he does. She thinks she sees a flicker before she leaves, someone in the corner of her eye that almost looks like Leo.

She doesn't dwell on it and moves on to the next reality.

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Chula drops into the 2007 universe and finds out that Leo is off in the jungle and no one has gotten word from him in a while....she leaves the Lair and is back in about 3 hours with a very confused and screeching Leo hog-tied over her shoulder and asking, "who the hell thought separating you boys was a good idea?!"

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She meets Shredder from the 1990 movie....

She is not impressed and pretty much just bitch slaps him

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I do not really like the Bayverse movies but I like the idea of Chula meeting them and being like, "Holy hell, a set of your four that are taller than me! Now that's a new one.'

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But we also gotta posit Chula meeting other versions of herself. Maybe the Feral Chula from the non-canon crossover I did with Feral Leo. Or a Chula that never left Death Watch and ended up in the Empire's ranks. Or a Chula who grew up with both parents, or grew up with her mom on Lasan and became an Honor Guard.

Hell, Chula meeting other versions of ASTRA. An Astra who stubbornly stuck to the Jedi code and never tried to form a relationship with her Chula. An Astra who DID join her father in his slaving business. An Astra who ended up becoming a Sith. An Astra that ran away with Seena and they both became mercenaries dodging the bounty their father put on them.

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Okay, this ones a lil dark and simi inspired by a vague memory of a comic I saw ages ago. From what I remember from the comic, Splinter was a lot more abusive to the boys and was training them so they could take down the foot clan. And Leo ended up killing Splinter because Splints told Leo to kill Donnie because Donnie wasn't taking the training seriously enough/was doing poorly.

SO! In my scenario, the setup is pretty much that but they're pre-teens. Leo agrees but says he should take Donnie away from the Lair so Raph and Mikey won't interfere. Splinter is like 'Whatever, just get rid of him'

Leo takes Donnie far away from the Lair and tells him that he has to run far away or SPlinter will kill them both. Donnie does as Leo asks and Leo kills a rat on his way back, showing the blood on his blade as 'proof'

Donnie runs pretty far and collapses at one point. But his crying attracts the attention of a certain Mandalorian who's looking for the turtles of this dimension.

She, of course, goes to check on Donnie and Donnie is distrustful at first but he's also a pre-teen who has had very little to no positive attention from anyone but his brothers (and even then, only when they were sure Splinter wasn't able to hear/see them)

And Chula asks if Donnie wants to stay with her (assuming that he's alone) and he begs her to take his brothers with her too.

She agrees, now very confused as to whats happening. Donnie is clearly in bad shape, do these turtles just not have a Splinter? And if that's the case, why is Donnie alone?

But Donnie is getting excited as he leads her to the Lair because he and his brother don't have to live with Splinter anymore! He gets so excited that, when they get close enough to the Lair, he breaks away from Chula and runs into the Lair-

Only to come face to face with Splinter. And Splinter is furious because Leo lied to him and the 'weak' one is back and now he has to handle this himself because Leo clearly is not the good student he thought he was-

Except, when he goes to strike Donnie, screaming murder and vengeance, he's stopped by a massive, clawed hand grabbing him up and slamming him to the ground hard enough that something cracked.

All the turtles stare in shock as Chula towers over Splinter. She'd taken her helmet off with Donnie before so they get to see the pure rage on her face. But it's gone when she turns to Donnie and quietly tells him to go pack his things and tell the others to do the same.

Splinter can't move but he still screams at the boys to attack, to defend their master. Not one moves to help him. They all scurry away, leaving Chula to freely drag Splinter out into the sewers.

The adventure ends with Chula adopting four pre-teen turtles that have no interest in learning any kind of fighting and she is perfectly happy with that and takes every chance she can to shower them in love and cuddles and constant reminders that they never have to fight for her.

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And so much more! Everything is on the table! Even fan iterations! (there are a few I would very much want to play with ngl)

#lone hunter and turtle #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #star wars #tmnt au #midnight talks #oc

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6 months ago

REMEMBERING ADRIEN AGRESTE

Written by Alya Lahiffe

Paris is bleak this morning as it has lost one of its rays of sunshine.

Growing up, it was hard to miss his iconic blonde locks and bright green eyes displayed on billboards, posters and magazines across Paris. His easy-going smile lit up our moods on every street. Radiant, carefree and dreamy. We watched as this young teen heart throb matured into one of Paris’ most successful business leaders, even turning around a company who many thought would never survive after the fall of its founder.

While our sunshine boy had the image of a perfect life in later years, we know that Adrien’s life was anything but. His private struggles became publicized once his father was revealed as HawkMoth, Paris’ notorious villain.

And as Adrien’s world crumbled into darkness, Parisians waited on bated breath, scrutinizing him to see if he would follow in his father's footsteps. However, as we watched, we quickly found that villainy was not in Adrien’s nature, and that not one part of his heart could be tainted.

Adrien was shocked by the revelation, and rather than cowering, he promised us that his father’s misdeeds would be righted. He wanted to give back to us, Paris, as a form of an apology. An apology and a personal struggle that he shouldn’t have been burdened with in the first place.

Adrien did something many of us, including this reporter, would struggle with. He ensured his father would be locked away for the rest of his life. By testifying against the former villain, alongside the Miraculous heroes, he helped seal his father’s fate and sent him to federal prison for one hundred years and one year added for every victim who Hawkmoth took advantage of. I think it takes someone with unyielding strength and bravery to do something like that, and we are grateful for Adrien’s personal sacrifice.

As an act of goodwill, he set up a fund to help the past akuma victims, and often visited and spoke with them, helping in any way he could. Naturally, a giver.

Then there was the question of Gabriel's company. What should happen to this company with a brand logo of a butterfly, the symbol of terror? While many investors had doubts and concerns of upholding favor for the image of supporting the villainous actions of one Mr. Gabriel Agreste, his son decided that moving forward was the best course of action. He assured that a new face and a new direction was what was needed for the future of the company.

Just as Adrien had to atone for his father’s mistakes, he begrudgingly took hold of his father's company, Gabriel . Rebranding it under the new name, Miraculous , he led the company through unprecedented times. By restructuring the company’s five-year plan, he announced the new ideologies in which the newly labeled brand would practice. No longer a butterfly, but a rising sun, symbolizing hope and a brighter future.

In order to jumpstart the new reform, Adrien looked to one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, an up and coming designer, who had a vision surpassing many of her peers. Perhaps this is why Mr. Agreste had chosen his fiance as his Creative Director for a fresh, new spin on the Miraculous line. With her known industry name and already successful business, MDC , adding her to the company’s leadership and absorbing the successful brand under one roof was a brilliant choice to help secure Miraculous’ future. With Adrien’s business background and Marinette’s creative prowess, this power couple quickly dominated the Parisian fashion market.

According to a statement made on Friday by the Miraculous corporation, “We are shocked and profoundly saddened by the sudden passing of Adrien Agreste,” said Nathalie Sancoeur, the company’s executive chairman, in a recent statement addressing the sudden turn of events. “Adrien was a brilliant and humble leader who cared deeply for his colleagues, his family and his community.”

However, this journalist knows that Adrien was more than the CEO of a fashion industry powerhouse and more than a villain's son.

Adrien was dedicated to his friends, which led to other notable successes. It was his word of mouth that helped jumpstart our mutual friend, Rose Lavillant, to start her charity, Cheer starts with C , helping terminal children not only in Paris, but throughout the world, spreading kindness and cheer to those who need it most. It was Adrien’s influence that helped popular artist, DJ Terrapin, my husband Nino Lahiffe, reach millions of followers, soaring him to unimaginable heights early in his career. It was Adrien’s guidance that helped Juleka Couffaine achieve her dreams of becoming a world-renowned supermodel and headlining Miraculous’ new vision, giving the unique brand's edgy look, and helping to separate it from the older, stuffy collections of its predecessor. It was Adrien’s financial backing that helped Max Kante, leading AI scientist, to help create the technological giant, Gravity , which rivals Amazon, Apple and Google in sales and quality. I could go on further as the list seems to never end when it comes to Adrien’s generosity. His kindness assisted so many in their time of need. And most importantly, he did all this without asking for anything in return.

I wish he was here to read and see all the wonderful things we as a community have to say about him. I wish he knew how he inspired so many young men and women, including myself. Adrien was a humble soul and never understood the depths in which his caring nature touched all those around him. His drive, his wit, his humor, his honesty, his courage - all notable traits that barely scratch the surface of who he was.

I will remember him as a loving father, a devoted husband, a fiercely loyal friend, and more importantly, our everyday hero. Survived by his three children, Louis, Hugo and Emma, and his wife, Marinette, I can only hope that his vibrant, endearing spirit will live on vicariously through them.

Paris, let us not grieve, but remember the bright light Adrien cast upon this beautiful city of love in his short-lived life. His life’s work is a gratitude none of us could ever repay. I had the pleasure of knowing him personally as a friend, and I will grieve alongside you as we mourn this great loss together.

I can only hope that Adrien Agreste knew how much he was loved and will be missed.

Alya Lahiffe

Lead Staff Reporter

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radioactive-earthshine · 9 months ago

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Political Thriller AUs..... where the Arranged Marriages are more lethal than the cyanide-laced donuts. How are you feeling around this AU?

10/10

Arranged Marriage AUs or Betrothal AUs are sort of a weakness of mine particularly when the author is wise enough to include more of the political reasons behind the union rather than "force my idiots to fall in love" which is the common path a lot of these AUs take. It's not a BAD direction and I do sometimes want to see End Game of my idiots falling in love but that's not necessarily what's important.

It's the why, what is this world, what are the stakes, what's going to be broken if one, or both REFUSE, do they have other people they want to marry etc.

There's a lot you can do with these AUs other than "teehee they had no choice but to fall in love"

As for who I would do this to I have a Konbart one pingponging in my head that the concept is Krypton never was destroyed, Tomar-Re managed to stabilize the planet and save them all, but Jor El sent Clark to Earth anyway because he was certain it was going to happen, and the fallout afterwards was a lot of political upheaval and he was caught in the crossfire and was murdered (possibly by Dru). Things unfold more or less identically except Clark finds out where he is from, that they are all alive, has his own adventures there as a adopted child meeting the bio fam and their culture some 25 years later, meets his mom who did manage to survive the post-near-apocalyptic event. He has a lot of inner struggles of 'what is home' and knows in his heart it is with the Kents and his mom knows this too.

Eventually Kon comes along, but he's created on Krypton, not on Earth, as a sort of co-opt project between planets. Krypton wanted a way to try to genetically engineer Kryptonians to be able to have their powers AND live in any environment regardless if they have a red sun. Earth was needed because Krypton does not have as advanced of knowledge on genetic manipulation as Earth does, and use with the Earth Metagene was something even their own geneticists were curious about. The only way they were able to do this was cooperation between planetary governments. Kon was a secret side project that when exposed blew up because 1.) they used Kal's dna 2.) they were successful and 3.) they have a fucking clone running around and Krypton had actively BANNED cloning due to the last time they dabbled it and it ended badly.

Clark finds out about this clone and storms there like WTF - It's a mess. There's back and forth bs on what to do with him - some politicians are just 'kill it' but most are 'well no hold up, he actually has some intriguing abilities, we can use this!' Meanwhile Clark is just - 'sort this out, now, or I'm taking him to Earth.'

So they agree, he is an El, so he is released to Lara to protect and raise. Lara by now has high status (for now) and power under her so while critics might grumble, there is nothing they can do less they be shot off to the Phantom Zone.

Things settle down, but only so much.

Earth starts becoming a bigger presence in the interstellar community, Krypton is ever paranoid that Kal on Earth with an endless supply of Metas is a threat to them and so tensions begin to rise.

Some of the more warmongering Kryptonians want to conquer Earth, its conditions are ripe for them to be as their ancestors should have been under a young sun, and humans are soft and need help from aliens and only a spare few of their own kind are even worthy their grace as something approximating equal (metas, Amazons etc).

Clark knows if he just evacs Kon and Lara from the growing tensions on Krypton it would send a message to various Kryptonian politicians that Earth just may be that shady after all and Clark really is plotting against them so he works with his mother to try to find a solution. What would make the tension lesson so diplomacy talks could go positively.

Lara suggests an arranged marriage, because nothing makes Kryptonian's more excited than the prospect of legally bound by blood and law cooperation.

Clark says no before he even hears who or why. Lara persists and explains that while he, who was raised among people that do not partake in arranged marriages, and he who has a very singular mindset of what a marriage should be, arranged marriages are common among Krypton and nothing will show the wide majority of their people that Earth is willing to be neighbors and allies than by participating in one of their most time honored traditions.

Clark relents, and asks who. It is Kon. He has to think about it because that's his little brother. After much self reflection and dismantling his initial responses to the suggestion he relents that it is not a bad idea.

The hard part is deciding who would be a good match for Kon - but the fact that any gender is open for consideration makes things easier. After weighing all the options they have, and getting a lot of "wtf no!" Bart is suggested partly as a joke by [redacted].

Fucking Bartimus. At first he is written off as absolutely NOT eligible due to his more or less canon impulses but out of all the suggestions between metas and Amazons and Atlanteans Bart is the one who is in a position best suited to protect himself against literally everything. No one can touch him unless he wants to be touched. He's also from prominent Hero Family and has a name for himself on Earth as Impulse so it's not as if he's really ineligible.

So they agree.

Bart's not happy about this AT ALL and he thinks they chose him just to get rid of him because this takes place just little while after Max vanishes and he's feeling like he's being yanked around (he is 18 though, he just had longer with Max) and he's had so little control of his life this is just one other thing he has to deal with. Wally tries to explain but he does it badly so he pisses him off even more. Iris explains and he's beyond listening at this point. It takes Helen letting him rant at her and talking through things for him to come down that maybe they really don't HATE HIM.

So he shows up and lets Clark explain it and he, after thinking about it for 2 seconds (for Bart he was going back and forth for about 20 minutes though) agrees that this will be interesting and might just be the right thing to do - and because no one else will I guess it should be him.

Kon meanwhile wasn't taking the whole thing seriously enough because he didn't honestly think it would happen.

He was wrong when Lara told him they found him a husband. Cue record scratch, glass shatters and a cat yowls sound effect. Cue panic. Cue the last 5 years of being totally out of control of his life and being yanked around by anyone and everyone as a political pawn exploding.

It takes a long time for Lara to calm him down but she has a tough job because everything that Kon is freaked out about is TRUE. She reminds him that this good for him and their people, that she too was from an arranged marriage, and that the match they secured for him was a good one and it is for the good of everyone and, dickishly, what would Kal do?

So Kon is sort of guilt bullied into it even though he agreed to it in the first place (very quickly and was just like 'hey just so long as they're hot!') and knew it was happening but he didn't think it would actually happen.

Seeing Bart's picture does dispel some of his anxiety, he is cute, he's attracted to him, he has a nice bod, super speed sound pretty neat and he knows Clark wouldn't choose someone who was creepy.

Little does he know Clark didn't even choose Bart at all at first and Bart wasn't even an option until everyone said NO.

So there they are, both initially GRRRRRR about the whole thing not because of the other but because of the situation. Kon feels like he just a tool to be used, and Bart feels like everyone just wants him gone even if everyone has done everything to explain that's not the case and they believe in him. Bart's older and wiser to know that if they really did believe in him, he would have been up for consideration at the start instead of [redacted].

Overall the stakes are pretty basic - get married just to open the door to start a meaningful conversation. Not even to STOP a conflict, just to hopefully get communication better. If either Kon or Bart balk on it it has the potential to exacerbate tensions between Earth and Krypton though Earth has more to lose.

In the end Kon and Bart do find love.

And that's what I have for this Arranged Marriage AU on my spreadsheet that MAY or may not ever be written, and as always some details may just change entirely.

Send me a fanfic/media trope or theme and I'll rate and tell you what I might do with it or something.

#konbart #bartkon #arranged marriage au #kon el #bart allen #long post #i put some more effort into world building this one folks

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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 1 year ago

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Ok so I love Ghost In The Shell and I love all your aus

So I gotta ask, if all your aus took place in the Ghost In The Shell universe which ones would be the least awful (awful in the sense of pure danger for the Ghost fam) and which ones would be the most awful

Okie Dokie >:)

(@bluepeachstudios I am once again borrowing Ghost for this)

I'm only gonna do the aus I already have fics published for/talked about at length (with one exception :3)

Starting with the least dangerous/stressful/awful crossover, Same Story Different Font. This one genuinely wouldn't be too difficult on Ghost (assuming he isnt the one that goes dimension hopping again) plus he and Leonardo would instantly try to adopt each other ("WHAT YOU MEAN YOU WERE ISOLATING YOURSELF FOR OVER TWO DECADES?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU BECAME A FATHER OF FOUR AT SEVENTEEN?" Their kids would cause the most insane amounts of chaos ever) They would be friends, give them a social life beyond their children

Next up is Lost But Never Found. This one is definitely more stressful on good ole Ghost. The second he realizes Indigo is an alternate version of Leonardo that suffered the exact same fate as him but WORSE...Ghost's heart is gonna fucking SHATTER (Ie, Indigo fell through a portal with no way back home but Big Mama captured him, forced him to fight in the Battle Nexus, COMPLETELY WIPED HIS MEMORIES BECAUSE HE DIDNT WANT TO KILL, continued to force him to fight every single day multiple times a day...yeah that was objectively worse than Ghost's early years. Big Mama better pick a god and PRAY)

The reasons this au is more stressful/dangerous is because A. An alternate version of your brother is HERE instead of back home, and he also has no memory of his old life so how the hell are you gonna get THAT back. And B. Helping Indigo come back down from the "Kill or be killed" mentality and help his adjust to normal mutant turtle life is gonna be really rough, especially when he ends up joining the Mud Dogs and becoming a hitman because he did not feel like he belonged with the Rise fam at all (and its only gonna get worse when he DOES get his memories back ALL AT ONCE :3)

Now into the really stressful/dangerous territory with When The World Crumbles!

Bet you didnt see this one coming ;)

Poor Ghost is definitely gonna need blood pressure medication after this whole ordeal. To keep it brief, the 2012 turtles fall into the Riseverse. They were not trying to GO there at all. They were tring to stop another FULL SCALE KRAANG INVASION. So...

These turtles are in the wrong dimension

Their dimension is currently being INVADED

And to make it worse it has only been TWO MONTHS since Splinter was killed by the Super Shredder.

So the entire is spent trying to hurry and build a working portal to get these kids back home before the Kraang fully destroy their world, and also dealing with the 2012 boys unlocking Ninpo. By suffering immensely the entire time and eventually returning to the 2012 dimension (the Rise kids are going to help to and so will Ghost because duh) and stopping a full scale invasion.

But considering the events of the last couple of chapters, its not gonna be easy. And its only the beginning. (And considering that there will be a SEQUEL fic in Eclipse Across Dimensions...its gonna get so so so much worse. I would actually put Eclipse Across Dimensions as the top most stressful/dangerous time for literally everyone, but considering its a sequel fic to this au and I am nowhere NEAR that far into the story...it stays here for now :3)

Ghost will absolutely adopt these traumatized, orphaned nineteen year olds on sight

And the absolute MOST stressful/dangerous au for the Ghost fam would have to be my newest au (and the one I havent talked that much about, which is why it is the exception to my aforementioned rule) Fractured (Lost) Hamato Clan

Oh boy :)

Aka the au where the 2012 boys gets brain wormed by the Shredder into becoming evil. 2012 Splinter, Casey and April all flee to the Riseverse, the ENTIRE 2012 Footclan FOLLOWING THEM

Which means that on top of the Rise mutants, Rise Footclan, and Barron Draxum the boys will have to deal with

Footbots that learn and ADAPT to every move they make

Extremely dangerous mutant assassins and goons

THE LITERAL 2012 SHREDDER (who not only SURVIVED GETTING FULL ON CHOMPED BY AN 8 FOOT TALL MUTANT ALLIGATOR BUT BEAT THE MUTANT ALLIGATOR. The boys are absolutely fucked)

And evil versions of themselves.

It will be Ghost's literal worst nightmare come true and this happens early in season ONE so they dont even have ninpo to help them, and not even the extra training they had with Ghost will be enough to deal with everything

(When his kids end up fighting The Shredder for the first time, Ghost will swear that he felt his heart stop.)

Its not gonna be a fun time for anyone involved, especially when it comes to confrontations between the 2012 turtles and Rise kids. Because they dont want to hurt them, they literally have an evil parasite in their brains MAKING them do this, making them act this way. (And they're only 17, two years older than Raph, and it breaks Ghost's heart every time he's forced to fight these poor kids.)

However these kids are extremely dangerous.

Because they KNOW the Rise kids, as different ad they are at their cores they're the same person. Which means they know how the Rise kids think, how they behave, what stupid plans they'll come up with.

And how to break them into pieces.

One such example being when 2012 Donnie hacks into the Turtle Tank's system and hijacks it, even going as far as to completely lock the tank down and drain it of OXYGEN to force Donnie, Raph, Mikey and Ghost (Leo was not with them so no portals out) into submission and basically hold them as hostages in their own tank. And thats just ONE example of many, its that bad.

Its gonna be the absolute MOST stressful time of Ghost's life for sure

So in order from least awful to most awful:

Same Story Different Font, Lost But Never Found, When The World Crumbles (and its eventual sequel), and Fractured (Lost) Hamato Clan

Hope you enjoyed anon!

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt ghost in the shell #this was fun :)

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ssiggss · 5 months ago

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Hello again ! You don't have to respond to any of these if you don't want to btw, I just like explaining/rambling about Trollhunters because all of my friends aren't into it.

Anyways, my story for the Arcane Order is WILDLY different from both the Wizards series and the movie.

Nari's (who is based off of the Tylwyth Teg from Welsh mythology) more of a villain at the start of Wizards, being the driving force for the Arcane Order's disdain of humanity. Skrael and Bellroc aren't fully on board with the idea of letting the incredibly violent and destructive Gumm-Gumms win the war and rule over the surface world. But, Nari's the eldest, and they can't not admit that Camelot is a threat to the magical creatures within Nari's woods.

Still, allowing the man-eating trolls to win sounds like a bad idea, so Skrael and Bellroc refuse to assist in Nari's plans.

So, Nari plays with fate by herself, approaching Arthur under the guise of a fair maiden, and planting the seeds of doubt in Morgana's loyalty. Which leads to her death at his hands.

Nari is the one who resurrects Morgana, and gives her more power, along with a mission: Tamper in the battle and have the humans lose.

Fast forward, Nari realizes her mistake mid-battle when she's forcefully shown the future via that time-map thing. (I despise time traveling, but I can make it work to keep it just a *little* closer to Canon). After seeing what her world will become with Gunmar and Morgana ruling it, she backs down, and brings the forces of nature crashing down on the Gumm-Gumms. Deya still wins the overall battle, and locks Gunmar away, just like in Canon.

Now, remember how I said Skrael and Bellroc didn't want to destroy humanity? Well, Nari's actions seem to have a habit of coming back to bite her.

Fast forward to Jim's lifetime, and the world is polluted, cultures are getting smaller and smaller, and not many people are still in touch with nature. So, remembering what Nari had tried to do with Killahead, Skrael and Bellroc decide to ask her help in wiping out humanity for good, to preserve the cultures that are rapidly fading.

Nari sticks her nose up at them and basically says "Nah fam, y'all didn't help me back then, I ain't helping you now. Besides, Merlin's letting me live at Camelot for free" and peaces out. And Skrael's like "You didn't even go through with the plan back then???"

Yeah so, Nari, #1 hypocrite in my Au. I still love her, since she's also inspired off of numerous fae and also kelpie mythology.

In what would the Rise of the Titans movie for my Au, all of the battles and stuff are a lot different, including the Titans themselves. I'll draw them all eventually, but moving on for now. There's still a fight between Nari and Skrael; Nari loses an eye and forearm during the fight, and Skrael is almost strangled and crushed to death by vines and rubble.

Eventually it turns into Skrael seeing that yes, there's still good people on Earth, and yes, killing them all is not the answer. He helps how he can in the upcoming confrontation with Bellroc, which is less of a battle and more of a therapy session. Because, damn, these guys' cultures have been absolutely wrecked by time and colonization / global warming.

In the end, the Arcane Order splits up for good.

Thank you for reading! Have a digitalized version of the sketch from the other day

This is a very interesting concept!!

UIltimately you've made some cool alterations!! I like the more in depth dive in Skrael and Nari's bond, and the differential development of your storyline!!

You've put a lot of work into this, I respect that!! Its all very detailed, and you've got good visual language!!

I like this au, thank you for sharing!!

#tales of arcadia #the arcane order #skrael of the north wind #nari of the eternal forest #bellroc keeper of the flame #This is really cool!!!#My apologies it took a while Im not feeling well today

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unohanabbygirl · 2 years ago

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In a what if? In which Luke is never reunited with his family. How would they react to never seeing Luke again and more importantly, how would this affect Aemond?

The simplest way to put it is heartbreak. Though everyone has mostly managed to keep their spirits up there’s only so much time that can go by without your will beginning to break.

They would try to continue on with life as happily as possible because its what Luke would want, but the days slowly begin to feel blue as everyone starts to accept he’s truly gone.

Rhaenyra would most likely fall into a depression that she would never heal from. Especially when the kids settle down and have families of their own. The experience of finally holding her first grandchild is dampened when she realizes they’ll never get to meet their uncle Luke.

Jace only hardens and creeps into himself emotionally. Not even Aegon and Joffrey’s antics can get a rise out of him.

Let’s say that Jacegon could become FMN canon. The only reason it would be is Luke’s prying and attention to the way they act around each other. So if Luke never reunites with the fam, Jacegon would never happen and the two would eventually drift apart. No longer as close without Luke there to give that push they need for it to become something more.

Harwin still remains the same man, but a certain hope dies within him as he makes peace with never getting the chance to love Luke as a father. It leads him to hold onto Jace and Joff even harder. Ya know?

Alicent holds onto her regret’s tightly. Memories of every horrible word she said and how she attempted to attack him at Driftmark weigh heavily on her soul. If anything, it makes her go harder on her pursuit of saving children in the system. Though she gets teary eyed everytime she meets a little boy with brown eyes and brunette curls 😔

And Aemond…this one is sad.

Though everyone else at least *tries* to move on, Aemond remains stuck in the past. Still so full of hope that Luke will return that he chooses to never marry or have children. He doesn’t move out of King’s Landing, only leaving the state on business trips or family vacations.

I imagine that once he moves out of Alicent’s place he begins to buy gifts for Luke on holidays and store them away for when he “comes back”. They pile up over the years, some no longer able to be used, but he keeps them anyway because he knows in his heart that Luke will be there to open them one day.

The guy sort of freezes in time, still that 19 year old boy waiting for his lost love to return.

#asks #i made myself sad with this one ngl

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ghostwing404 · 11 months ago

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Memories of a Ronin, A Future Leo Au that has been floating around my head for WEEKS.

Look one of my first ACTUAL post's on tumblr, Elow hoomans! So recently ive been apsolutely obsessed with Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, ROTTMNT. Ive scrounged up all content i can find on them and espetually on the Future Timeline from the Movie, (and the movie in general, Technodrome My Beloved) but this idea in piticular has been floating around in my Brain juices for a bit. Everything goes the same initally, Mikey open's the portal, Casey goes through and yes Leo Dies...but not really. His fam, or some bored Deity wanting to see him both suffer more and heal throws his memories back in time, and only his memories. so shortly after the Shredder is taken down and our boi's are healing from that and the sudden increse in Goverment intrest in Mutants and Yokai (they blew a fucking hole through new york from the hidden city that was Seen from SPACE. The world would have noticed that and you can't tell me EPF isnt imediately Swarming.) plus finding a new home and a long list of other stuff Leo begins having odd Dreams and nightmares, at first its just small things, Flashes of fights yet to occur, both from years in the future and litterally a few hours from now, then they start getting a little too spicific, Mikey and him Eating with "Casey" This kid who he seems to care alot about who looks a bit like Foot Recruit, A Fight alongside Raph who looks much older and is missing an eye, Teleporting around like he was born too and then later memories lacking any Mystic's from him at all. The first real Horrid one he has despite the Mess of dead bodies and horridly messy Kraang Zombies he see's nightly already keeping him from sleep is him loosing his arm, he feels it from his own eyes, just like everything else he's seeing in these dreams, their like Memories and alike memories their not always that clear but this...this was far to...detailed. He Can remember what he saw but while in the Dreams he knows he has more Context, details that slip when he wakes up. some eventually stick, like Casey's name was initally slipping and then Stuck better after a dream where Casey saved him from a fucking Lazer when the kid was like 9...he knows by his own orders the kid wasnt allowed out of the base for a full 3 months after that one cus it scared him so much. As his current life calms down, they settle into the new lair and things go mostly back to normal, With Leo's only worry being Raph's constant attacks on his Judgement as leader (and his messy attempts at being leader...), Donnie fighting The Purple Dragons randomly again over some sort of Shitty charity (its Autism speaks and they faught over it at first, relized they were both trying to tear it apart and started working together to take it down, then faught again on who got to keep the money...) And Mikey's art started to make the place feel more like home his nightmares started to get worse. For almost a year straight Leo spent his waking hours trying to do his job as leader right, and living life and his "Sleeping Hours" trying to not sleep by any means nessicary or wimmpering in his sleep as another person dies on his orders or he finds another Scull of someone who was once an Ally...or he watches Raph Die...that was the worst and when his brothers truely saw the extent of these nightmares. They knew he's been having them but he's always had a hard time sleeping and they assumed it was just from the new stress of being leader and what happened with the Shredder which they were all having nightmares about. then the Screaming, it would be the middle of the day (Da Boi's are Nocturnal) 3pm and Donnie (Twin things) and quite often Mikey and Raph would wake up to Sobbing or screaming from Leo's room. it became routine when this happened for one of them to go and just Sit with him till he woke up because they learned pretty early on, you cannot try to Wake him up or Pizza Forbid Touch him because he will come up Swinging and he does have rather long Claws (Raph has a nasty Scar on his arm from one of these incidents)

And because tumblr decided to be funny and DELETE MY WHOLE FUCKING DRAFT! Ima just give you the TLDR- Future Leo's memories are sent to the past somehow and Mini Leo starts getting them as Nightmares or odd feeling first person dreams that he remembers too well just after the shredder incident, they get worse as things calm down and the bois find a new lair and then rather suddenly get better (for everyone else, Leo just remembered how to Cry Silently on instinct because as the leader of the resistance and dealing with nightmares for over 20 years by boi is VERY good at silently going through it on instinct.) life goes back to normal, Leo's an oddly good leader now taking things seriously and life is good though everyone is noticing something off about Leo as time goes on. a Bad fight with a Newer, more ruthless and unfamiliar villain causes those worries to be quickly justified as Leo kills at least half of them after Mikey is taken down hard enough to lightly crack his shell. he runs off and the group gets a distress signal from across the city almost 3 hours later, they find him bloody and missing his fucking arm with zero explanation as too why or how. (he Cut it off during his Mental break and in the process got back ALL his memories. Why? Imagine being a 38 year old War vet who just lost aforementioned war and then your suddenly shoved into your 15-16 year old self's body but not really cus its just him getting your memories, on the flip side imagine being a carefree 15 year old teen who's lived his life in reckless abandon for years learning not only does one of his own mistakes cause the apocalypse but he's not even really himself anymore as he forcefully is given the memories of his future self. ya that's alot my dude, id have a mental break and cut off the arm i already lost too. anyways that happens, Leo now has to carefully keep up appearances while looking for the key (he made up a good story to explain the missing arm.) he finds the Key, makes an excused about Spending the night with Cassandra (they have been getting closer to her recently) and Steals it, then ends up fighting his brothers because unlike his normal teams of Highly trained miliary soldiers he's instead stuck with 3 chaotic teenage brothers who will easily run off on a mission without So much as Leaving a note for their Leader. Because of that oversight and Leo refusing to reveal his identity beleving he needs to keep the key away from his family too the world is once again in danger because of one Hamato Leonardo. Hours later he's making plans with his brothers to get the damn thing back before they start the ritual (only thing they know so far is that thing is very dangerous in the foot clan's hands and they NEED to get it back imediately, Leo is still Leo so seeing him this damn serious about something makes them all listen) then of of course April comes in with a certain Casey Jones JR and Leo almost breaks, Casey wakes up in barely 5 minutes and the 2 imediately star talking in this...well is defentally a code of some kind (Basicly a bunch of languages, Conlangs and Literial word codes hiding under a trench coat pretending to be a single language, Grammar doesn't exist here and Donnie (whos the one that made it) is Absolutely appalled... no one can understand a lick of it but whatever they just talked about seems to have been agreed on and Leo's now updating their plan to include this RANDOM FUCKING KID WHO AMBUSED APRIL. a light explanation that they know each other and Shadow (Casey short for Shadow Scull a nickname he gave himself when he was 6 and that he never really escaped) was here to help them. This time they get the Key and Leo literally sends it to the fucking SUN but of course everyone is very concerned about WTF is going on with Leo (which is now becoming far more apparent as he interacts with Shadow...something changed) Of course Foot clan are still stupid and Fucking Stubborn and thus we begin dealing with the foot's shenanigans plus Leo's odd behavior, at the same time! woo.

Original inspiration from here and my own Brain mostly.

Spelling went to die i regret nothing

#rottmnt leonardo #rise leo #ROTTMNT AU #rottmnt movie #f!leonardo #Future Leonardo #rottmnt casey jr #rottmnt future au #rottmnt future leo #Memories of a Ronin #MoaRAU #tw light gore #He cut off his own arm but i don't describe it much.

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