#manhole was suspect

[chaoticlandworlder]

Didn't know what I expected but it was definitely not the frame of a drain cover taking drivers out

[cowardstiel]

sisters there’s something dead under the floorboards (i suspect a rat) and it’s beginning to feel like a metaphor for something

[le0n-ardo]

In a relationship with 💙 Leonardo 💙 - SFW and Suggestive Headcanons/ficlet

Disclaimer: all my writings contemplate the turtles aged up at about their late 20s, with the reader at the same age range. Your media consumption is your own responsibility ✨ dividers by @/cafekitsune

More Ninja Turtle headcanons in my masterlist!

Leonardo is designated and resident Mr. Gentleman, and that's the main reason why you fell for him nearly instantly.

The first few days of knowing him were full of him calling you "Miss," which, in his voice, made you weak in the knees. He would also open doors for you, clear paths for you, tell you to watch your step whenever there was tricky terrain or a puddle, and ask for your permission whenever he'd have to help you climb up or down a building/manhole, depending on where you were going.

You were sure Leonardo was simply being polite with you and acting like the leader, which made him naturally respectful and caring. You didn't suspect Leonardo had a thing for you for months into knowing each other.

That being said, Leonardo had a hard time pining for you. The first one to notice was Donnie, but he never said a word. After him, Raph quickly realized Leonardo was a little off whenever you were around, and he tried to confront Leo and get him to admit he liked you on many occasions, but Leo would never accept it, not wanting to make a huge deal since he was certain you wouldn't return his feelings. It took him a while to get used to the idea of you feeling the same way.

When he couldn't deny it anymore was the first time you called him by his nickname, the one only you called him and he loved so much. The first time you called him Leon, he went so soft he didn't even have to speak the words "I like you" out loud. You could tell just by looking at those big blue eyes.

Now that you're together, he can't get enough of you addressing him in that special way. He doesn't care for pet names nearly as much as he just wants to hear you calling him that, and he'll verbally ask you to from time to time.

"Call me that again," he'll say, and he'll smile when you humor him by looking into his eyes and softly speaking the nickname.

"Leon."

The only other nickname you really have for him is "handsome" because, let's face it, for a turtle and a mutant, Leonardo is very handsome indeed. When you aren't using either of those names, you'll just call him Leonardo. Similarly, Leonardo loves to call you by your proper name, and he never fails to remind you how much he loves your name too. The only other pet name he has for you is "beautiful," which goes nicely, when you think about it. He's the handsome to your beautiful.

He prefers physical touch and shows of affection to be kept in private, but Leonardo's no stranger to loving looks and lingering stares whenever you two have company.

When you're alone, Leonardo will often hold you by your waist. He just loves the curve of your back.

He loves the feeling of your hands on him, too, and not only in a 👀 spicy 👀 way. Leonardo just loves that you touch him, whether you're playfully running a hand over his bicep or tenderly caressing the scars on his face.

Leonardo is a real sucker for kissing, no pun intended. Most of your alone time with him is spent making out, and you must say he's become a really good kisser since you started dating.

If you ever want to spice up a make out sesh with him, just call him Leon between kisses and look at him go! 🥴

And speaking of private moments, Leonardo's a real giver.

It amazes you how he manages to remain chivalrous even while he's giving you all the attention you could possibly want 👀

He loves to kiss your neck and your collarbones, and he'll take every opportunity to leave a little mark.

The hottest make outs you've had with him have been a result of him catching you staring at him - it really boosts his confidence and his ego to know you like what you see.

But on a more serious note - being the leader of the squad, Leonardo doesn't make a habit of venting or expressing any fears to his brothers. He does rely on you for that, never seeking to overwhelm you, but he knows he can trust you and that you'll be there for him, comforting him whenever he's had a rough mission or feels like his grip on the squad is loosening.

Needless to say, Leonardo's incredibly protective of you. He doesn't mind keeping watch outside of your home overnight if you ever feel uneasy, though most times he'd prefer it if you spent the night at the lair where not only he, but the rest of his brothers could protect you, too. Leonardo would honestly just prefer it if you moved in with him, to be honest.

His main love language is acts of service. If you mention a spider's been making its home on the roof of your bedroom, he'll go find it and move it outside. If you tell him you're thirsty, he'll get you a glass of water, and if you're ever scrunched up on the couch, he'll get you a blanket without you needing to ask for one.

All in all, everyone can tell how much you love each other. They know how good of an effect you have on Leonardo, and sometimes his brothers *ahem* Mikey *ahem* will try to get you to convince Leonardo to do things he might not normally approve of. It never works.

You would never trust anyone to do what Leonardo was doing at that moment. With one of his large hands, he carried you up a fire escape, supporting your full weight with his arm as if you were a beloved plush toy - he wouldn't break a sweat. His other hand was over your eyes, shielding your senses from whatever was waiting for you on the rooftop. That was all you knew, that for that date night, you'd be headed toward a rooftop. Leon had been secretive about the rest of the details. Stealth was one of his greatest qualities, unsurprisingly, but when it came to you, you could always read him like a book.

Because of that, whenever you caught a whiff of Leon having a surprise for you, the butterflies would endlessly swarm in anticipation inside you.

"Almost there, beautiful," he reassured, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"This is a tall building," you observed. "Or are you just stalling?"

"Uh..." Leonardo said. "Both, to be honest."

You giggled. "Oh, this better be good."

"Well, I have high hopes," he said, after which you felt the movement of him leaping over the edge of the wall, his grip on you safe and tight. When his feet landed, you could hear that they had distinctly done so on concrete, and it became clear you were on the rooftop he intended.

"Now, I'm gonna uncover your eyes, but you need to keep them closed, okay?" Leonardo said.

"I promise," your answer was playful.

"Stay here," he said gently, and you felt him set you on the ground and remove his fand from on top of your eyes.

You kept your promise and didn't look, not even to hint at peeking for further mischief. Around you, you could hear cars in the distance honking and driving through the streets, an airplane flying by, the wind brushing past you - all sounds from your familiar city. You couldn't hear Leonardo at all, ever the masterful ninja, dominant in stealth and agility, but when you focused enough, you soon became aware of the faintest hum of electricity that reached your ears, and not long after that, a soft press of a button made way for the intro of your favorite song, the song that had become yours and Leon's song.

"Open 'em," Leonardo said.

On his command, you opened your eyes and were met with a scene that could make you burst into hearts. The rooftop was small, and it had been turned into the coziest spot in the city. Blankets, pillows and cushions made a fort on the ground in front of which was a projector ready to play your favorite movie. There were three boxes of pizza at the center of the largest blanket on the ground, and there was a mini cooler with your favorite drinks in it. The rooftop, both on the ground and the pergola above, was covered in warm white and colored fairy lightsm giving the place an aura of romance and even a hint of magic. You couldn't help but gasp at the sight, and the only thing that made it more perfect was Leonardo standing in front of it all, his hand extended towards you, inviting you to him.

"Leon..." you walked up to him in awe. "You did all this?"

"Donnie helped," Leonardo replied, unable to take the credit all to himself.

"Oh," you sighed, taking one more look around before your gaze finally landed on Leonardo. "This is beautiful!"

He pulled you in closer. "Much like you."

You giggled as heat rose to your cheeks. "Seriously... thank you. But what even is the occasion?"

"I wanna pamper you," Leonardo said, angling his body to gesture at the fort of blankets and pillows. "Right this way, miss."

You felt yourself blushing even harder at Leonardo's chivalry - it would never fail to make you swoon. Still holding your hand, he led you toward the fort and helped you down to sitting, and then he took a seat next to you. One arm draped securely around you, pulling you close to him for you to snuggle against his broad frame, and the other reached for the pizzas.

"Your banquet," he smiled.

"My, my," you cooed. "How elegant we are."

Leonardo chuckled in that deep, smooth voice that you love dearly, and he leaned in to kiss you on the lips, unable to contain his desire to keep you close. The kiss was tender and sweet, almost shy, reflecting the gentleman he was. You kissed him back and brushed your hand lovingly over his cheek, giving him the confidence to kiss you with slightly more force before he pulled away and reached for a blanket to drape over you both.

"You doing alright?" He asked.

You nodded, leaning on him again. "This is perfect, Leon. Thank you."

He kissed your temple and opened the box of pizza to hand you a slice, which you happily took. You both ate and made little conversation in between, waiting for your song to finish, after which the movie began and you both settled for a lovely night outside.

He's my favorite so of course this got a bit long. I hope you liked it! You can see my masterlist for more if you want!

Reblogs are appreciated! 💙

[carlzy-berryz]

Neo 3 ^^

Ref sheet done, lol. This took forever ahhh!! Ik it's not the neatest, but it gets the job done XD.

I'll go into more detail under the cut.. (lore)

Everleigh used to live in Inkpolis Plaza but her family had to move to the Splatlands a couple years back, to take care of her grandma. Her life kinda changed from then XD. The treatment for her grandma was expensive and turf war just wasn't cutting it anymore... so her parents suggested Salmon Run (Everleigh had no idea what this was at the time) but she agreed, nonetheless, after all if it pays well it can't be that bad, right?

Well this is where she developed weird "attachment issues" to the salmonids, she thought they were cute (especially smallfry), and wondered why so many people wanted to take their eggs, they didn't deserve that... So she started slacking off, not getting quota on purpose, giving eggs to snatchers, not reviving teammates ect... nobody ever suspected her though..

How she met Waffle..

One day at the end of a shift, Everleigh noticed an injured Smallfry near the shore, struggling to move, she went to help him but she could hear the helicopter about to leave, so she put him in her bag and scrambled back. She looked after him for weeks and weeks, feeding him, giving him a place to sleep, going on morning runs all to get his strength back! It wasnt easy though, as she had to hide him from everbody, she even took him to work (while bribing him with food as a reward, lol) he just stayed in her bag the whole time!

Eventually he was back to his bubbly self and fully recovered which meant Everleigh had to return him to the sea... She had always intended this, but she had grown far too attached to him, she couldn't stomach the thought of a co-worker killing him.. so she decided to keep him and named him Waffle!

The day she became an agent...

As usual she was on her way to work with Waffle, she was about to walk up the stairs when she heard a voice, it was coming from a manhole, she looked over and a strange old man was signaling her to walk over, he disappeared down the manhole and they follow him...

*I'll spare you the whole story mode Alterna plot you already know what happens XD*

After defeating Mr Grizz she knew for a fact she couldn't work for him anymore. She told her parents that she wanted to quit but they wouldn't let her, they said it was too much money to give up, then they started guilt tripping her saying things like "you really don't want to help your grandma..?" This made her feel terrible and she reluctantly continued working for a few more weeks... until she just couldn't take it anymore, she stomped into grizzco, slammed her things on the desk and shouted "I quit!" and she never set foot in there again. She traded the gold scales she'd earned over the years to a random octoling for money, (she sure wouldn't need those anymore) and managed to pay for her grandma's treatments! She now lives with her grandma and Waffle in a small apartment and works full time as an agent, getting paid now by the captain! She rarely speaks to her parents and will leave the apartment when they visit.

Side effects of becoming an agent..

.She doesn't have much time to do things anymore as she's always busy doing missions

.Her hair now looks a little fluffy, this is due to all the fuzzy ooze she fell in..

.She kinda developed ptsd from fighting her way through the missions.

.Feels like she can't meet Waffle's needs and doesn't want to overwork him.

These are just a few things, but she can't say she regrets anything, after all, it was her release from everything. She made new friends, defeated Grizz, participates in turf and anarchy again (with the other agents) and best of all she's happier now, that's what really matters!

That's about it really, sorry for the long story, 😭 I just wanted to get it out there since she didn't have much character development before, so if you made it here,thank you so much for reading the whole thing, I appreciate you!! ^^ I apologise if it didn't really make sense...

Here's a close up of Waffle as a reward XP

🫶

[l-in-the-light]

Why do you think Law has a weakness for cute things (like Bepo)? 🐻

What a cute question <3 let's see... I think we don't really see any signs of him liking cute things in his childhood (but that flashback was quite short, so it doesn't have to mean much). His little sister was for sure cute though!

Just look at that bright smile and all thanks to some ice-cream <3

But to answer this more properly, we have to ask few extra questions here: why would Law consider Bepo cute (I mean, he's a polar bear and a mink)? And which things does he actually consider cute?

Cuteness is a funny term. I assume your question is referring to this picture (but even if it's not, it's a good start):

Because Law is holding a cute pen with a bear motif, something we never before suspected he would even own. This totally fits the concept of "kawaii" and that term is broader than just word "cute" in english. For example, Robin's imagination also counts as "kawaii" despite the fact that the images appearing in her mind are not really fitting the idea of something cute.

They're also kinda "ugly" tbh (maybe besides the cat, but it's also a bit strange, objectively speaking!). Which is fine for the term "kawaii" because it can combine contradictions, something can be ugly but cute, weird/strange but cute, and even scary and cute at the same time. In english the term rather suggests something sugary cute, no contradictions involved. That's because the origin of "kawaii" term stems from "something pitiful", "something you feel sorry for". For example, a person who constantly trips on a straight road can be considered kawaii. But it doesn't have to be just about people. As long as you can find that angle of "pitiful" in it, anything can be cute, even a manhole on a road! Ryuunosuke is actually the best example of this, because even without understanding the idea of "kawaii" we can easily call him a pitiable being! Recognizing the quality of "kawaii" requires a whole different mentality honestly.

Now let's go back to Law. We can assume he considers those people and objects cute:

Lammy (she's his sister, so ofc he loved her, but I guess if he considered her cute it means she was probably either clumsy or very carefree or not very smart, or maybe even all of it. This is all just an assumption though)

Cora-san (he was extremely clumsy, to the point he could set himself on fire while lighting a cigarette)

Bepo (who can't control himself very well, when he feels hunger he can't stand it and eats even a poisoned fish, which makes him pitiable. Law's novel also states that Bepo thought he's making friends with Shachi and Penguin when the two were honestly just bullying and beating him up. Not being able to tell such basic things is also quite kawaii by definition, because just looking at him makes you feel sorry for him). There's this infamous anime-only scene in Wano with cute Bepo (below), this really isn't about the sparking eyes, it's about how Law feels sorry for Bepo in this moment that shoots him right in the heart and that's why he can't leave him (despite the fact Bepo would be fine even if he did):

Chopper (because he's very guillible and trusting, so again, it's easy to feel sorry for him. We don't really see Law reacting to that, but since Chopper acts like this all the time, it's safe to assume Law had the opportunity already!)

Luffy (yep, I said that, sue me :D Luffy's carefree attitude makes Law worry constantly, because again, it's pitiable if someone lacks any sort of alertness to dangerous situations)

Kin'emon (yep, I also said it. Kin is a lovely and funny person, but he's not the smartest. He falls from Ryuunosuke because of his and Kanjuro's clumsiness, he is so airheaded he doesn't come up with a backup plan despite having suspicions there's a traitor among the Akazaya Nine and that being his responsibility as the leader, in beginning of Wano's arc he also keeps drinking poisonous water from the river despite knowing perfectly well how bad it is, exactly the same way Bepo did. All of these traits make him kinda pitiable and I bet you anything Law felt incquired to protect/help him because of it)

Eustass Kid (yes, I'm serious! It only happened in their fight against Big Mom, never before that. It's because Kid kept doing those ridiculous attacks and Law even makes fun of it "what will be next? Hippo? Elephant?" which proves he worried for freaking Eustass Kid, Law just couldn't help it, because in that moment he felt he's kinda pitiable. Only for a moment though, mind you!)

Nami, Chopper, Brook and Momo, in that moment when they screamed scared of the fighting fish. Law's not scared of those sea beasts, but he probably felt sorry for the Strawhats, to the point that he later accepts all the blame on himself for everything that happened and calls it "his mistake".

that kid in World Seeker (no spoilers!). Dunno if he considers all kids cute tho, but that's also a possibility. He did help kids in Punk Hazard at the very end of the arc, without anyone asking him to do it.

the bear pen (probably because it reminded him of Bepo or even he received it from someone who got it for Law exactly because it reminded them of Bepo. Anyway, the reason's Bepo)

And what do all of these have in common? They're all people Law feels inclined to protect and help. It started with Lammy, continued to Cora-san, then for a long, long time was exclusive to Bepo. So whenever he spots those traits in someone his older sibling's instinct kicks in, whether he wants it or not. That must mean he was a really good older brother or at least tried to be. Or maybe his regret over Lammy is so strong he now projects it on anything and anyone that resemble him of her.

In other words, I don't think Law is actually into cute things in general as in cute looking colorful desserts in shape of animals, cute looking bentos, cute colorful sweets or plushies (though it's kinda fun to imagine). But he definitely has a soft spot for people he adores, so anything reminding him of the people listed above would be "cute" and in the range of his interests. That means anything bear shaped, for example a bento with rice shaped like a bear - definitely, but not just any cute bento. I guess that's a subtle difference, but an important one.

But would he refuse a cute gift from a person he considers cute? Oh, definitely not, because it comes from someone important to him :) from that point on he would also consider all those gifts cute and so the amount of things he finds cute would only grow bigger. One day he might find himself finding things cute in general as the result, just like Robin, and wouldn't that be hilarious?

And now we have to ask the question! You know which one, right? The final question of all questions:

Did he mean it? Did Ryuunosuke's pitiful effort really not strike any protectional chord in Law's heart? It totally should, considering my mini-analysis here. And I actually think it did, Law would just never make a fuss over that, he *hates* people getting all dramatic / overly emotional after all. And speaking of dramatic...

It most likely means he also felt pity for Tashigi here.

In hindsight, I guess Usopp trying to tie Chopper to his hat wasn't only a bad experience for Law after all, hm. He sure got triggered, but it probably stroke a protectional instinct in him as well. Later on when Chopper asks him stuff Law actually opens up a little and answers him truthfully.

Besides, how can a person wearing a smiley jolly roger all over his clothes AND skin dislike cute things? His jolly roger is kinda cute... and Law came up with that design by himself! Like I always argue I think it proves that Law likes smiling people and wants people to smile, it reminds him of Cora-san, of Lammy, and later on also of Luffy. But it's fine to consider it as just my headcanon. I doubt manga will ever say it directly though.

I guess it means if you want to make Law protect you, you just need to act pitiful, lol.

Thank you so much for your question, I hope you feel satisfied with the answer, anon <3

[i-did-not-mean-to]

MAY-U - Glorfindel x Erestor

This story has been written for @sortumavaara and is accompanied by chibis made by this amazing artist!

Chibi commissions are open!

Characters: Glorfindel x Erestor

Prompts:Neighbours - Locksmith - If you ask me to beg, I'll beg

Words: 2 110

Warnings: a kiss (and potentially criminal activity)

Glorfindel squinted at the door accusingly.

The very next day, he vowed, he’d finally buy a doorstopper to keep those pesky drafts from accidentally locking him out of his flat when all he’d wanted to do was retrieve his mail.

Of course, it might have been a supremely silly idea to do so in the middle of the night, but—being a busy professional—he tended to these domestic chores whenever the thought struck him.

Unfortunately, even the best, most earnest resolutions in the world wouldn’t unlock his undeniably firmly closed front door now.

He considered calling Elrond, but he suspected that he’d gone through all of the seven spare keys his friend had been squirrelling away for emergencies: one, he’d lost at the mall, the other had fallen down an open manhole, two of them were surely somewhere inside his inaccessible apartment, and he couldn’t remember what happened to the others for the life of him.

Maybe, he mused, one was still in the old, battered car he owned but never drove. That sudden burst of inspiration did not help him much either, as the key to that accursed vehicle was in his bathroom drawer, inside his flat.

Fishing his old, battered flip phone, the little battery in the top right corner flickering alarmingly, out of his pocket, he reviewed his options with as much level-headed rationality as he could muster.

He didn’t doubt for a moment that his friends, annoyed and incredulous as they would undoubtedly be, would offer him food and shelter in his hour of need, but the thought of their faces and sympathetic cooing made his blood run cold.

Blowing a stray strand of golden hair out of his face, Glorfindel sagged against the closed door in dismay.

How did this always happen to him?

He was an accomplished ophthalmologist—respected and cherished by his colleagues and patients alike—and yet, he seemed utterly unable to manage something as fundamental as not leaving his flat without a key.

“Hello there, do you need help?”

Glorfindel shot up, banging his head against the doorknob and yelping loudly.

He’d never heard his mysterious neighbour, occupying the flat at the end of the landing, speak this many words in a row. And they were addressed to him!

“I’ve locked myself out,” he confessed in a tiny voice.

“Again?”

Grimacing, Glorfindel brought his hands to his face to hide from the disapproving gaze of the handsome stranger. If even his neighbour, who’d never granted him more than a sharp nod in passing, had caught on to his shortcomings, what were people in general thinking and saying about him behind his broad, muscular back?

“I could help you with that,” the other went on, callously disregarding Glorfindel’s existential crisis in his unshakeable pragmatism. “But you’d have to pay me the common rate for an emergency locksmith.”

That made Glorfindel look up once more; he’d always been so distracted by the darkly magnetic aura of the furtive, slender man with the impressive glower that he’d never stopped to notice that his clothes, while well-tailored, seemed rather threadbare and had been mended with meticulous skill.

The complex they inhabited was far from cheap to live in, and an ungracious but pervasive thought arose in Glorfindel’s befuddled mind: How could this man afford to pay his rent?

As far as he could tell, the mysterious siren with whom he shared a floor and the occasional lift ride went out at all hours of the night, often only returning after morning light when Glorfindel, rising from another night of bleak insomnia, got ready to go to work himself.

“Are you a locksmith?” he asked suspiciously.

“Something of the sort,” the smirking man gave back with a nervous shrug. “I can open your door, right now, isn’t that what matters?”

Glorfindel hesitated for a moment. “What’s your name?”

“Erestor, but don’t worry, there won’t be an official bill.”

The unshakeable sensation of doing something wicked and reprehensible overcame Glorfindel, but he nodded solemnly. “Very well, Erestor. I shall pay you…and I’d like to invite you to stay over for dinner sometime. As a reparation for the time you’ll lose getting me out of this mess?”

Cocking one eyebrow, Erestor moved down the hallway to retrieve his tools from his own flat. “This won’t take all evening,” he said calmly.

“Maybe…it could?” Glorfindel heard himself say in a voice that sounded considerably more suave and confident than he felt.

As soon as he was alone in the hallway again, Glorfindel pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation; his glasses were in the flat and his head had started pounding with a tension headache five minutes ago.

He truly hoped that Erestor would make good on his promise to overcome the treacherous lock quickly.

"You have to move away from the door," a soft, mocking voice resounded.

Glorfindel’s head snapped up, and when he beheld Erestor once more, his tongue went numb in his mouth—he’d tied up his glossy, dark hair neatly and squatted down before the lock, squinting at it in concentration.

The alluring shape of his behind and the elegant curve of his spine didn’t go unnoticed, and Glorfindel desperately tried to redirect his wandering thoughts to something less incriminating.

“Listen, I’m an ophthalmologist—if I can offer my professional services to you one of these days…”

Looking up from his work, his hands enviably steady, Erestor merely cocked one eyebrow. “My eyes are fine, thank you. There just seems to be a considerable amount of lint and other debris wedged into this lock. Do you ever check your key before ramming it into the keyhole?”

Shamefacedly, Glorfindel had to admit that he did indeed not do such a simple inspection.

“I see,” Erestor mumbled distractedly. “No problem!”

His slender wrists were moving delicately until Glorfindel heard the telltale click echoing through the deserted hallway, and his heart sank.

“There we are,” Erestor declared, provocatively pushing open the door and stepping back.

“Do you…want to come in?” Glorfindel asked, all but stumbling over his words.

To his surprise, Erestor seemed to consider his invitation for a few seconds before shaking his head in what looked strangely akin to dismay and regret. “I must be somewhere else. Another time, maybe!”

Softening that ambiguous rejection of Glorfindel’s clumsy advances with a radiant smile, he strode towards the stairwell, tucking his tools surreptitiously under his arm.

Glorfindel threw his suitcase on the bed—he’d only just come home from a symposium about new laser technologies, and he already yearned to be anywhere other than his deserted, slightly disorganised flat.

For three days, he’d been bathed in the company of his peers. At that moment, he’d found them rather dull and boorish, but he now regretted every ungenerous thought bitterly as the gaping emptiness of his own home seemed to expand like a black hole, ready to suck every last drop of light and happiness out of his soul.

Just as he was about to do something laughably dramatic, though, he heard the loose board outside his front door creak treacherously.

Rushing to the spyhole, he was taken over by a recklessly idiotic idea—so much for having overcome that first impulse of madness!

Before he could give himself a moment to think things over, he strode out the door and looked around as if searching for something, pointedly feigning not to notice Erestor standing just outside his own flat.

“I was sure I’ve left it somewhere around here,” Glorfindel mumbled, his eyes glued to the worn carpet, and suppressed a grin as he heard his door clunk shut. “Oh misery!” he exclaimed. “Locked out again! And it’s the middle of the night!”

“I wouldn’t have thought that eye doctors have to work this late,” Erestor commented dryly, gesturing at the long, white coat Glorfindel was wearing and his uncharacteristically neat, smooth hairdo.

“I’ve only just come home from a medical convention,” Glorfindel explained defensively, as he didn’t want the other to get exactly the right impression of what was happening here.

“And, instead of going to bed and resting, you came out here to search for…” Erestor cocked his head quizzically as if it was entirely normal to have vaguely flirty conversations with one’s neighbours in the middle of the night.

“My bag,” Glorfindel replied, trying his best to look appropriately crestfallen. “My medical bag! It was full of goodies too!”

“As I surmise that you’ve been inside your flat already, I dare say that you’ve retrieved your key from said bag and consequently took it in. Do you need help looking for it?” It was evident in Erestor’s tone that he hadn’t in the least bought Glorfindel’s little subterfuge. “I could unlock your door again, and tonight, I have no other plans, so I’d gladly take you up on that late-night snack if you’re not too tired.”

Startled, Glorfindel stared at the apparition in worn grey overalls—had he ever found sturdy work garb to be this attractive before?—partially obscuring a clean, orange button-down until he was sure that his eyes were positively bulging out of his skull.

“Or did you change your mind in the meantime?”

At once, Glorfindel shook his head vehemently, carelessly unravelling his uncharacteristically tidy bun. “By all means, unlock my door and come in!”

All fatigue seemed to have drained out of his system, and he was shifting from one foot to the other impatiently, overjoyed at the prospect of observing those nimble fingers at work again.

Erestor smiled, tapping his skilful fingers against his toolbox playfully, and waited patiently.

“If you want me to beg, I’ll beg,” Glorfindel murmured, suddenly struck with how profoundly unreasonable his whole ploy had been. “I just want to get back into my flat…now more than ever!”

With a breathy peal of laughter, the unorthodox locksmith bent to his task, humming happily under his breath at the sight of the flustered doctor hovering above him.

As soon as the door swung open with a protesting groan, Erestor burst into laughter. “Your pesky bag seems to have hidden in plain sight! It’s right there, in the middle of the foyer, glaring at us!”

Ducking his head in shame at being found out, Glorfindel slunk in and threw an exasperated look into his clean but empty kitchen—he’d not been home, and he knew his fridge to be woefully empty.

“Can I maybe tempt you with delivery food? I’m afraid I don’t have anything edible in the house,” he confessed, avoiding Erestor’s amused gaze.

“Aren’t you a doctor?”

“I’m an eye doctor,” Glorfindel laughed. “And pizza is food for the soul!”

That was a statement with which even Erestor, contrary by nature, couldn’t disagree, so he followed his distracted host into a slightly cluttered living room where he simply halted.

“You may sit,” Glorfindel invited, hoping that he could at least unearth something to drink from the depths of his refrigerator.

“I’m dirty,” Erestor replied.

“Take the overalls off!” Moving towards the kitchen slowly while also refusing to take his eyes off his guest in case he took him by his word, Glorfindel wracked his brain for something smart and charming to say. “Do you also come from work?”

“Something of that kind, yes,” Erestor grinned. The sound of the fastenings of his protective garment coming undone echoed through the tense silence between them, and Glorfindel swallowed thickly.

The need for a beverage was both eclipsed and exacerbated by the revelation of Erestor’s maddeningly form-fitting trousers and impossibly unwrinkled shirt, leaving Glorfindel hovering on the threshold of the kitchen indecisively.

“Are these yours?” Erestor asked with a hint of sharp interest in his voice as he held up a pair of lightweight glasses that had been threatening to slip off the coffee table.

“Hmmm,” humming his embarrassed assent, Glorfindel decided that the refreshments could wait a little longer.

“Very sexy! Put them on for me,” Erestor demanded, getting to his feet and padding over like a sleek predator on the prowl. “I do want you to have all your senses about you when I name my price for my second rescue mission!”

“I thought I’d pay for dinner,” Glorfindel said somewhat sheepishly as he took his glasses and slid them onto his face; Erestor’s impish expression—his twinkling eyes and the tiny wrinkles around his smirking mouth—came into sudden focus.

Before he could dispel the suffocating mist of confusion and desire pervading the room, Glorfindel felt a strong, slightly calloused hand wrap around the back of his neck, and then, warm, soft lips brushed across his own.

“That too,” Erestor smiled. “Later. Much later!”

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[the-rose-tinted-detective]

🌅 and ‍🪪 for the ask game?

🌅 - “Do they miss the surface? What was their life like up there?”

Truthfully, the Neath had been a massive change for Alvis when they’d first arrived. Prior to that, they’d really only just begun their work as a proper detective back in NYC. They’d been alive around the time of the American Prohibition laws being in effect, so sometime during the 1920’s and (very) early 30’s. They loved their life in NY, they lived in a small apartment at the time, and would follow small, local cases (theft, missing items, etc). Fun fact, that’s also why Alvis dresses in a similar fashion to how the devils seem to, it remindes them more of home, and helps them feel less homesick for the surface and New York sometimes.

Admittedly, they were still very green in the field before having arrived to the Neath, but they always had that eagerness to learn the truth, to solve mysteries wherever they could! In fact that’s likely how they wound up falling down into the neath in the first place! I imagine they’d been chasing after someone they’d suspected of theft one day and hadn’t seen that there was an open manhole uncovered on the sidewalk where they’d likely been chasing this person, and I like to imagine that they’d fallen through the manhole in their blind rush to catch the potential thief and instead of being stuck down there, falling down into that manhole had essentially been how they’d fallen down into the Neath unexpectedly (yes just like a cartoon).

They’ve always been very eager and determined to achieve things and when they set their mind to something, that’s likely when the tunnel vision sets in for poor Alvis. But having finally settled into a life they feel comfortable with down in the neath, they’re starting to notice now that it’s absolutely just as important to take time to stop and smell the roses as well, (pun partially intended) in their quest for answers.

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🪪 - “Have they gone by any other titles? Will they go by different ones in the future?”

Honestly, the only title they’ve had is the one they currently go by, the Rose Tinted Detective! As of right now, there aren’t any plans to change that, and their personality is kinda one of the large reasons I’d chosen that title in the first place. Alvis is a very optimistic and hopeful character, one that even when dropped into a place as strange and as bizarre as the Neath, was always eager to explore and discover everything they could, the idea of NOT knowing anything about something but having every oppurtunity to learn as much as possible, investigate and explore and discover is just the bees knees to them! As time goes on and they progress with things in the Neath perhaps they may want a title change but right now, they wear their title with the utmost pride and confidence one can have bearing such a title as special and fitting for them as theirs 😁🌹🔎

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - chapter 29 - still Gale’s POV

We make our way across the bridge to Basilisk Gate, which is just one chunk of Baldur’s Gate, and where it seems to be very quiet. I thought it looked rough after defeating the elder brain, but this…this is just a gruesome disaster by itself, even without mindflayers. Normally, you’d hear chattering from citizens on every corner, or the joys of children laughing as they chase after one another, but all I hear is silence. Some guards are picking up trash on the corners of the streets, some are scrubbing off blood from the walls.

When we were here last, while Emmy was at the doctor getting observed, there was a circus, sorcerers and wizards casting magic outside, and people fishing down at the docks. Even when we were dealing with the mind flayers and Chosen Three, it was more lively here. Now? An empty city filled with loss, heartache, tragedy, and a vile amount of thick blood.

“Gods… This is worse than I thought,” I comment as I observe the emptiness of the city. Every building appears to be locked down for reasons of protection, though who knows how efficient that really is. A male guard approaches us as we try to make our way through the dreaded city.

“Halt,” he demands, though his voice has a tint of weakness. He’s terrified. “It’s not safe to be here. I suggest you find somewhere to take cover and quickly. The Stormshore Tabernacle is your best bet.” Lucky for us, we happen to be next to it, though we don’t have time to take cover and not do anything; these Bhaalists need to be stopped immediately.

“Believe it or not, we’re here to defeat these motherfuckers and put them where they belong – in the graveyard,” Karlach mentions with an expression of vengeance on her face. “We were the ones who killed Orin, Ketheric, and Gortash. Hell, even the elder brain. We aren’t scared of these pieces of shit.” The guard’s eyes widen, and the glistening of the tears he’s fighting back shows hopefulness. I wonder if he lost someone dear to him.

“Oh Hells. Thank the Gods. You’ll more than likely find the cult at the temple underground. Too many innocents are being slaughtered by the minute. Thank you.” His voice is breaking, but he’s smiling at the same time. While this entire situation isn’t ideal, I’m at least glad we’re getting involved to prevent more damage than what’s already been done.

I’m trying not to be distracted by how much I miss Emmy and our daughter. I can’t let these feelings distract me, though it does help to stay positive and think: “We will be home soon enough.”

It’s only been a couple days, but I can’t stop visualizing Emmy’s brown eyes, the way she bites her lip and closes her eyes when I make her blush, the way she leans her head on me after a long day. Then there’s our baby’s bright smile and thick brown hair, reaching for my face as I feed her a bottle…my favorite moment. Being able to bond with her like that, even though she will never age, is one quality of parenthood I enjoy most.

“Gale? Are you doing alright?” Halsin asks. I snap out of my heavy distractions and take a deep breath, preparing to move forward in our endeavors. He’s studying my face, realizing I’m not fully there.

“Sorry, I got lost in a deep train of thought. Let’s go.”

“Thinking about your family, huh?”

“No, no, just how we’re going to obliterate these horrible cultists and demolish their evil ways. I can’t wait to make these fools suffer for what they’ve done.”

“Gale, you’re a terrible liar,” Wyll adds, chuckling. Yeah, I never was good at stretching the truth, not even a little bit.

Once we reach the Lower City, I realize this area is actually rather clean and contains much less blood and gore; though, I suspect there are more guards over here to help keep it contained. Or, maybe people are better at hiding.

We find the manhole that leads down to the sewers, which is where the Temple of Bhaal is, unfortunately. The rancid smell causes discomfort and triggers a peculiar tingle within my stomach. Gods, another horrid odor I’ll never fully adjust to, no matter how often I’m around it. An unfamiliar sensation rises within me following the tingle, but not a regular feeling the average person would obtain. It feels to be a rising of power, something held inside me that wants to be unleashed…and it’s growing stronger by the minute. What is this?

“Hopefully we just go in, kill a bunch of Bhaalists, then make our way back home. I’m not sure it will be quite that simple though.” Wyll’s voice is hushed as we step into the dreaded murder temple, where thousands of skulls and corpses lay and screams of death are being heard from below.

“It never is, unfortunately,” I say, followed with a sigh. We’re here, and I am already aware of the Bhaalists ready to rip us to shreds, even though they’re shrouded and unable to be seen. I know when I’m being watched, the feeling is way too familiar. The screech of terror is nearly deafening and all I can picture is gruesome torture and death. I was hoping I’d never be here again.

We approach the center of the temple where we slayed the slayer, Orin. Piles of corpses surround the circular region and, as we get closer, I notice the assassins are surrounding it also. It seems they aren’t afraid to expose themselves. There’s maybe a hundred of them staring us down like prey; at least, the ones we can see anyway.

“Ooh, mmmm…. Another sacrifice to our Lord, our Father. But…but…but…wait…” One of the assassins growls as they approach us, licking his lips as he stares us down with hungry eyes. He looks around us, as if he’s trying to find a missing piece of a puzzle. “SPEAK. Where is she?”

“What the fuck is this loon talking about?” Karlach whispers.

“SILENCE! I’m talking to the Wizard. He’s married to the one we’re searching for. I’m going to ask again: where is she?” His eyes are piercing me as he awaits an answer, and they slowly turn into a vicious crimson as his patience runs thin.

“You want my wife? Why?”

“Our LORD wants her. He desires her. For her skin to be carved and hung up like cloth, for her body to be placed on his altar. Only then, will he have a new chosen. WHERE IS SHE?!” I give him a puzzled expression, wondering in my head why he thinks I’d willingly give him any information about Emmy.

“Why is she in particular interest to her Lord? Is it because we slaughtered Orin and he wants her avenged?”

“YOU WILL SPEAK NO MORE! Whoever slays her will take her place. I will slaughter all of you right here, right now if you do not speak the answers we desire.” I laugh as he continues to spew his pompous nonsense in my face, as he speaks ill of my wife in front of me. The feeling within me from earlier grows stronger and more potent, and it builds up within me as if I’m about to burst with radiant power.

“You can’t kill her, nor can you kill me. It’s physically impossible, you see.” The assassin licks his bloody blade and puts it against my neck, but he looks mildly afraid for some reason.

“And why not? Bhaal won’t like this, mmm no he won’t.”

“Because we’re immortal.” And it’s at that very moment, an intense wave of power flows through me, building up rapidly as rage grows. My body tingles, which leads to a feeling of overwhelming heat, like my body is an inferno.

“Oh shit, Gale’s eyes are…glowing?” Karlach mutters, observing me in horror but also excitement at the same time. I can’t see myself, but I imagine what I’m doing looks rather unsettling to the eyes of mortals.

“I’m going to be following up on Karlach’s statement with my own: Holy fuck, Gale,” Astarion adds. All the assassins move back as my body floats in the air, my entire body overflowing with powerful radiant magic that seems to be coming from the source of my immortality.

“NO, STAND DOWN!” one of the assassins shrieks in horror, but before they have the chance to dash out of the temple, my body releases the radiance held within me, completely disintegrating at least half of the bodies of the Bhaalists, leaving a few others rather injured. What was this power I was granted with? It’s as if my body sensed evil. It knew what was in here.

[thirteens-earring]

[ Where am I? My mind is dazed with the crawling of drugs. The room is dark, greasy splotches on the black walls. My legs are raised in the stirrups of the sling. My ass is exposed, waiting, puckered like a new rose and smiling at the open door. With both hands I clutch the chains at the head of the sling, tense some muscles to feel the reality of it, and let go, my head against the leather pillow. In this almost fetal position, I dissolve into the gentle contours of an architecture that shifts slightly as I do. I feel exposed. Naive. Vulnerable. Deliciously ready. Horny. My cock may not be hard, but I sure want it bad.

Then I see him. The shriveled wisp of a man seated in the far corner. The inventor of the Richardson Penile Erection Test, dozens of years and thousands of hardened cocks later. The test proclaimed as the measure of impotency.

He writes on his pad. I can see his comments as he puts them down. I see them through the hollow spaces of his mind, like a view through library stacks to a student of the truth. He writes: This is one of the most pathological cases I have dealt with. An open door invites public scrutiny and entry. A mind fixed on MDA. Desire so perverse (sick!) that penile erection is impossible. Internal psychoses duly suspected.

My mind goes back to my butt, exposed because I chose to expose it to my world. Shaved, because the silky skin about a manhole, smooth against the tight hair of my legs, is a delicacy of contrasts. Puckered because it has been opened once already this evening and because it still glows hungrily. I chose to pucker it, to signal with it, because I want to draw my lovers inward to touch the fiery rose. I am a rebel, the black cap pulled down over my eyes. I thwart convention nightly, and I enjoy it. ]

Geoff Mains, “The View From A Sling,” from Leatherfolk: Radical Sex, People, Politics, and Practice (1991), ed. Mark Thompson

[zephyr-rat]

Green Giant Saga Part 11: The Green Giant Strikes Back - Welcome Back to 98.7 News!

<Static plays on the airwaves. A voice comes into focus..>

“Welcome back to 98.7 news, keeping you up to date on the latest in the great undercity! I’m Ruben Carraway and we at 98.7 have your back in times of terrible danger, and, oh my, was today certainly a day of danger indeed! In district ES, the entertainment district of Zaun, a shooter by the name of Jeffery McLain attacked the Kha’Zhun Casino through the use of firearms and a bomb, leaving three people dead and a dozen injured, and stole approximately 500,000 cogs in revenue. Among the casualties, the wardens have found casino owner Mikal Rovack dead in his office.”

“While the wardens made chase, our infamous number one menace, the Green Giant, made an appearance at the scene of crime.”

“This monster leaped within the middle of the chase, impeding on the warden’s pursuit and causing thousands of cogs in collateral damage to many of the stores and alleyways in our city yet again. Unsurprising, given the nature of this beast. This isn’t the first time we’ve seen him punch through pure concrete walls with his bare hands.”

“The wardens suspect that it was working with the crazed murderer to help him escape and cause more harm to innocent Zaunites. Witnesses say that when the wardens cornered the both of them, the vile beast abandoned him by seeping through a manhole. Thankfully, through their brave commitment to peace and justice, our brilliant men in blue were able to capture the murderer in question, but the Green Giant is still out there."

"With such elasticity, it can hide anywhere. With such strength, it can bring down your entire home. It could attack you, your kids, your entire sector, and we all need to be alert on its whereabouts anywhere, anytime, but don’t worry! That’s why we at 98.7 are committed to your safety and we will give more details…"

“... after this commercial break!”

98.7 is brought to you by Takeda Corp. Thank you for supplying thousands of low-class Zaunites with energy and power through your infrastructure.

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Part 11 is coming January 10th, 2025.

If you want to read more of Zac and Twitch’s adventures in Zaun. Check out the entire saga!

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[theshakykid]

Will&Nico

PART FIVE: NOT-SO-NORMAL EVENING

Summary: Nico di Angelo and Will Solace are living an idyllic suburban life in the town of Westview, New Jersey. As their surroundings begin to move through different decades and they encounter various television tropes, the couple suspects that things are not as they seem.

Reyna arrived at Westview with a determined stride, her dark eyes scanning the peculiar scene before her. Despite the eerie calm that surrounded the small town, a storm churned inside her. She clenched her fists, silently vowing to do whatever it took to rescue Nico from whatever strange force had him ensnared.

As she approached the outskirts of the town, she spotted familiar faces. Jason, Piper, Frank, and Hazel stood in front of the entrance, their expressions a mix of tension and confusion. Reyna quickened her pace, her boots crunching against the gravel. “Any updates?” she asked, her voice steady despite the unease simmering within her.

The group startled and turned around. Jason exchanged a glance with Piper before nodding toward a makeshift setup nearby. “Leo rigged a television up,” he said, "come on, we'll show you."

They led her to the tent. Propped up on a rickety table was a small television. On the screen, there was Nico and Will- but not as themselves. They were in a bizarre sitcom setting, laughing and interacting as if they were characters in some twisted show.

Reyna leaned closer, her eyes narrowing. The laughter emanating from the television felt hollow, surreal, and out of place. “What is this? How is Will-?” she asked, her voice rising slightly.

Frank's voice was quiet but firm. “We don't know. What we do know is that the town is surrounded by a barrier. We haven’t been able to get in. We’re… hesitant to force our way through.”

“Hesitant?” Reyna repeated, a sharp edge to her tone. “Nico is in there, and you’re hesitant?” She took a deep breath, reigning in her frustration. “I’ll go.”

“Reyna, no,” Jason interjected immediately. “We don’t know what’s in there. It could be dangerous.”

“Which is exactly why I need to go,” Reyna shot back. “Nico needs us. I’m not sitting here doing nothing.”

Before the argument could escalate, Leo stepped forward, his hands raised in a calming gesture. “Hey, hey, what if we don’t go through the barrier? What if we go under it?” He pointed toward the ground. “I looked up the town plans. And there’s an old underground passage system. We can use one of the manholes to get in.”

Reyna glanced at the others, gauging their reactions. Hazel and Frank looked uneasy, Piper bit her lip in thought, and Jason’s brow furrowed deeply. Finally, Reyna nodded. “It’s worth a shot. If it gives us a chance to find Nico, I’ll do it.”

After a brief but heated discussion, the group reluctantly agreed to Leo’s plan. Reyna prepared herself, adjusting her weapons and steadying her breathing. With a final nod, she descended into the narrow passageway. The air grew cooler as she moved further underground, the space around her tightening. The journey was slow and claustrophobic, but she pressed on, determined to find her way into Westview.

Pushing aside the manhole cover, Reyna emerged in the middle of the quiet town. The air felt thick, charged with something unnatural. She scanned her surroundings, every nerve on edge. The streets were eerily pristine, lined with quaint houses and trimmed lawns, but there wasn’t a single person in sight.

Suddenly, she felt a presence. Turning sharply, her gaze locked onto Nico. He stood a few feet away, his face pale and eyes wide with terror.

“No,” Nico growled, his expression shifting to one of hostility. Shadows rippled around him, dark and menacing. 

Before Reyna could say another word, a force hit her like a wave. She gasped as the world around her shifted violently, and in an instant, she was outside the town again. Collapsing to her knees, she struggled to catch her breath. The others rushed to her side.

“What happened?” Jason asked, his voice urgent.

Reyna looked up, her face pale. “Something is wrong. Nico… he didn’t seem like himself. I think something’s controlling him.”

Back in the tent, the group monitored Reyna as she recounted what had happened. Leo proposed a new plan. “We’ll send in a drone,” he said. “See if we can talk to him from a distance.”

The team worked quickly to assemble the drone, attaching a small camera and microphone. Once it was ready, they guided it through the barrier. Hazel leaned closer to the monitor as the drone hovered near the house where Nico and Will were, its camera capturing the idyllic setting. Just then Nico came out of the house, glaring at the drone. 

“Nico,” she called softly through the mic.

For a moment, Nico’s face was unreadable. Then his eyes turned black, and tendrils of shadow curled around him, cutting off the connection. The screen went dark.

“What happened?” Piper asked, leaning closer to the screen.

Leo frantically tinkered with the controls. “I don’t know. He… he saw it. He took it out.” 

Before anyone could respond, a ripple of shadows appeared at the edge of the town. They hurried outside to find Nico stepping through, the damaged drone clutched in his hand. His face was a mask of fury, but his eyes betrayed something deeper—pain, desperation, and grief.

“Is this yours?” he asked, his voice cold and accusatory.

Jason stepped forward cautiously. “Nico, listen to us…”

“No,” Nico interrupted, his tone sharp. “I’m not going to let you destroy my life.”

“Nico,” Hazel whispered, stepping forward. “Destroy your life? Please, we just want to help you.”

Nico’s gaze softened for a fraction of a second before hardening again. “I don’t need help. I have everything I want. Just leave.”

Jason stepped forward, his hand on his sword. “We can’t do that, Nico. You know we can’t.” 

Nico’s eyes narrowed. “Then you leave me no choice. You don’t understand. And you never will.” Shadows began to rise around him, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned an army of zombies and skeleton warriors. “Stay out of Westview.”

As chaos erupted, Jason couldn’t shake the image of Nico’s grief-stricken face. Whatever was happening inside that town, it wasn’t anyone controlling Nico. It was all him. The town was his deepest desire made real. And it was tearing him apart.

[luminescenc1e]

Ray leaned back on the worn leather couch in the living room of the firehouse, absently munching on a bag of chips as the evening news flickered on the old TV set. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of equipment and the occasional crunch of a chip.

“—and in local news, authorities are baffled by the strange occurrences in the downtown alley sewer system,” the anchor reported. The screen cut to a shaky, handheld camera view of a narrow alleyway, where water gushed from a manhole cover, spilling into the street. “Several witnesses claim to have seen mysterious lights and heard eerie noises coming from below. City officials suspect a major blockage, but some residents fear something more... unnatural.”

Ray sat up a little straighter, his eyes narrowing in on the footage. “Thera, did you hear that?” he asked, his voice tinged with excitement. “Eerie noises, mysterious lights—this has ectoplasmic residue written all over it!

“Sewer systems are a prime spot for supernatural activity—dark, damp, and full of history. Think about all the stories of haunted tunnels and buried secrets. And those lights? Classic spectral phenomena!” Ray grinned, already reaching for his proton pack. “Oh, we’re checking it out. Who knows what kind of ghostly ghoul might be lurking down there? We’ve got to see it for ourselves—and maybe save the city from a flood of ectoplasmic goo while we’re at it.”

therapardalis asked: watching the news together [Ray] / MEME - accepting!

[jinlizz-dragondrama]

Chapter 13

Pizza Puffs and Future

I paced back and forth in my room, contemplating if I should go or not.

Who wrote this mysterious note? Never mind, how did they get in without being spotted? No, no, back to the issue at hand here, Y/N!

"Fine, I'll go, but if I suspect something is up, I'm ninjaing myself out of there faster than you can say smoke bomb," I say while looking and talking to my reflection

"I need to stop doing that... wait a minute." I look at the note again and realize that the dumb-dumb who wrote the note didn't specify a time or where exactly to meet. I sigh inwardly, grab my phone, wallet, and pepper spray, and grab Donnie's hoodie I stole....borrowed. I changed out of my PJs, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, tied on my sneakers, and zipped up the hoodie. I push my galaxy curtain out of the way of the doorway, looking from side to side to make sure the coast is clear. Knowing Donnie is more than likely up tinkering away to distract himself, and luckily, his lab is in a different part of the lair. I'm home free, just have to sneak past the pesky security cameras.

I tip-toe past the brothers' rooms, loud snoring is coming from Raph's room, and I giggle quietly. Making my way to the exit, I slip out into the sewers and jump out from a manhole. Looking at the time on my phone, it was around 2 a.m., but even though it was so early, people were still shuffling around to wherever they needed to go. Kicking my heels together, my wheels activate, and I start skating towards Central Park. Once I get there, I deactivate my wheels and start walking around the park with pepper spray at the ready.

"Well, it's about time you showed up," a feminine voice said from behind me

"Eh, what can I say? I like to keep people waiting," I say while turning around and looking into the darkness smugly but shaking in my sneakers silently.

"OH tough guy huh, let me see what you got," the woman counters as she steps into the light of the park lamp. Her body is covered by a dark cloak.

I smirk and gesture for her to come at me, but she comes at me fast. I barely see her, I grab her and toss her onto a pile of leaves. She giggles and comes at me. (Insert kick-ass fighting sequence)

"It's as if the person all my attacks and dodges them easily. Well, I'll show her"

At the last second, as she punches, I hit a weak spot in her shoulder that makes her arm paralyzed. I swing and kick her feet, and she falls onto her back with a thud. I catch my breath, and I hear her giggle.

"Man, you got me. Well, this time was different than the others." She pulls back her hood, and I see myself but older.

"Wait, what? Huh? How?" My brain shuts down for a brief moment while she watches my struggle.

"How about we sit down for this?" The future me says, and all I can do is nod my head and sit on a park bench next to her.

"So I get it. You have a lot of questions and i have the answers but since i know what you will ask I'll just word vomit and cover all the bases."

I raise my pointer finger as I am about to say something. She puts her pointer finger on my lips to shush me.

"Alright, well...I'm sorry. I have had so many years to prepare for this, and so many time parrapels to do it in but it doesn't get better each time I do it."

"Wait, what?" I say, shocked and confused

"Moving on..." Future Aqua says after quickly clearing her throat.

"Obviously, you've realized that we aren't exactly normal human beings...."

Flashbacks of all the times abnormal things happened to me, and it clicks just as the words come out of my future self's mouth

"We're part alien,"

"I'm a freakin alien, how? what?"

So many thoughts race into my head, Neither of my dads explained my adoption process, nor was I too interested in knowing.

"Yes, we were created by a very powerful alien society to destroy the world as we know it," future self says while anxiously fidgeting

There is a very long silence before I speak up.

"Am I able to control my "other" self? I don't want to hurt anyone. "

"With training and discipline, you can control your powers. But unfortunately, I'm not able to teach you or I will change the future of this time. I've gotten this part wrong so many times. Even telling you this information is risky, but I know that the unknown is just as scary."

A beeping noise goes off from my future self-arm communicator.

"I don't have much time left before I have to leave, but there are some things I can teach you. You did pretty well moving your soul to your water form, and with practice, you can transfer it to other forms of elements. But for now, we'll focus on your mystic magic.

"Wait, so there are other dimensions? My mind freaking blown!! My science teacher owes me an A+ now for my theory, which had a plethora amount of factual evi-"

I see my future self looking at me with an eyebrow quirked up.

"Oh my God, I hang out with Donnie too much,"

"It gets worse,"

"What was that?"

"Nothing, now let's begin"

After a couple of hours of meditating and astroprojecting, my mind is fried, and I feel extremely tired.

"You've done well, young padawan."

Lying on the ground, I roll my eyes and smirk.

"Thanks, I try,"

Again, her communicator starts beeping

"Alright, kid, gotta go."

Soon, the air starts to crackle and pop, an orange crack starts to form in the space next to the both of us, and a portal starts to open. Once it's fully open, an older version of Mikey (around 20 ish) is on the other side he smiles warmly at me and winks. He has HAIR too what the f*ck.

"No freaking way...." I say as my jaw drops

Future Aqua and Mikey laugh at my expression, and she looks into the darkness and shouts.

"Alright, Vi, come on, it's time to go,"

A flash of green flies past me and a small shell lands in her arms out pops a Turtle tot with a silver-colored bandana tied into a bow, a heart shape on her shell, and vitiligo spots in YSC (your skin color) adorn her light green colored skin, she's wearing a white colored skirt and black shorts underneath.

"Aww, no, fair, I was almost done with my drawing."

"You can finish it when we get back"

We hear a crash coming from inside the portal, some shouting ensues.

"Leo, I'm tired of you taking my inventions and using them on test runs without my permission!"

"Aw, come on, bro, you know I'm the best test dummy."

"That may be true, but you somehow end up breaking them!"

"Enough you two we have bigger problems than this" Raph heavy footsteps stomp after the twins.

"You destroyed a priceless Donnie invention without me! We had a deal!" yells what sounds like Cass.

"Guys Jupiter Jim marathon is starting soon and I'm not missing it again because of your squabbles" April's voice shouts over the chaos.

Mikey and Future Me shake their head, and the little tot jumps out of her arms and runs into the portal.

"Dad, uncles, aunties wait up!"

"See you on the flip side, kid," future Aqua says

"Wait....Are we happy.... in the future?" I ask hesitantly

Before the portal closes, she smiles and says happily as something shiny catches my eye on her ring finger.

"Yes."

The portal closes, and I grab my backpack. I turn to start making my way home. Taking a step I hear something crunch, looking down I see a piece of paper. Reaching down to grab it I see a drawing of little Vi holding hands with what looks like Future Me and Donnie next to him are the future counterparts Leo, Raph, and Mikey, Splinters, April, and Cass. Over each person was a name but what shocked me to my core was my name was Mommy, then D was written but the rest was torn off not thinking much of it because it was probably Donnie's name and onto Master Splinter it says Grandpa.

"Mommy?! Grandpa!? No way that would mean" A blush creeps across my cheeks and I shake my head back and forth.

"Nope, that's not possible there have to be other mutant Turtle men in the hidden city somewhere. It is also possible for humans to create hybrid children, that's amazing!"

Thinking about telling Donnie about it, but deciding not to tell him not wanting to destroy the time and space continuum. Smiling down at the picture and start walking home.

I walk into the opening of the theater room, I see all the boys and Raph is giving them his usual older brother scolding. When I fully walk into the room I see Leo with a blue flame encasing his head and he's jumping up and down, Donnie's stomach has a face and is alive and Mikey is a limp snake noodle on the floor.

"What happened!! You know what it's too early in the morning for this" I say while quickly walking into my room.

They watch me leave and Raph suggests that he will drive.

I fall onto my bed with a sigh. Going over what happened this morning a lot of thoughts rush through my head.

"I'm a badass and a mom in the future. I have to train and get better"

Sitting on the floor, I start to meditate. It almost feels like I fall asleep and wake up but I'm still in my meditating state of mind. I see small chubby hands, cubby squishy legs and toes, and diapers. Tentacles grab me and pick me up. My vision is blurry but I can see blob-like creatures jabbering about something I'm placed into soft comforting arms I snuggle into arms and coo. A sweet soft voice speaks to me while stroking my hair, the woman starts to feed me. Then the memory starts to glitch to the blob creatures holding me and laughing, then UT goes back to the woman holding me. When I'm finished she starts to sing.

Shimmering little river

Babbling and splashing

So beautiful and true

My little stream ever growing and changing

A sweet little tidal wave

Strong and brave

Baby Dewdrop your mommy loves you so

After she finishes I'm yanked from her arms, I start to cry, and the blobs start laughing evilly.

I woke from my meditation in a cold sweat, wiped the sweat off my brow, and checked the time. Several hours have gone by, sighing and deciding to hop into the shower.

"I have a mom, this day has been a very emotional rollercoaster...but I didn't know if what I was seeing was true..." sighing somewhat defeated.

I dress in shorts and a tie-dye tank top with my hair in a messy bun. Walking into the kitchen to make a sandwich I see Raph eating one, while covered in bandages and sporting a fresh black eye.

"Alright, which Raph won this time?" I say while smiling at him

"Hard to tell, think it's a tie for now" he chuckles and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.

"Did the boys learn their lesson?" Finishing up my sandwich

"Pfft who knows"

Punching his shoulder gently I wave and make my way to Donnie's lab. Knocking our not-so-secret knock, the lab door opens and I see Donnie hunched over something and tinkering away.

"You know your "secret" knock isn't needed I can see it's you," He says not even looking up at me

"Duh, but it makes me feel like I'm a spy so let me have my fun"

Cutting my sandwich in half and offering him a half which he gladly accepts.

Clearing my throat before I start to speak, "Hey, I wanted to talk to you about the time I was unconscious."

That got him to stop tinkering, and flip his goggles up to his brow, he pinches the area between his brow and snout but doesn't make eye contact with me.

"What do you want to know?" He says quietly

"Well I kind of say everything thanks to my new power, but I want to know more about myself and test my limits. Think of it as an experiment..."

"Sigh, as much as I would like to test out what happened during your unconscious state, I think your body has been through enough trauma to last a lifetime" He slowly turns his computer chair towards me and looks up at me with sadness in his eyes. Flashbacks of the last couple of days run through his head, a tear rolls down and splashes onto his thigh as he clenches his fists.

"I won't make you do something you don't want to do, but I need to know more about myself so I can better help the team. After being captured and well...I just feel so weak and useless." Tears roll down my cheeks and I wrap my arms around myself squeezing tight, not knowing what to say Donnie gets up and holds me tightly. We cry for a bit, once we calm down he chuckles. I love his laugh so much and it made me laugh as well.

"Well if you insist on asking the Great Othello Von Ryan for help, I'll do it," he says very sure of himself but his expression becomes serious and he says. "But if you feel any negative emotion, anything at all let me know and we'll stop, ok?"

"Ok," I say assuringly

"Right, well shall we"

"Let's do this, right after I grab some snacks and drinks" Quickly running out of the lab I end up dropping the picture from my pocket

Donnie sees it and picks it up, curiosity is peaked he opens it and sees the drawing. Hearing my footsteps draw near again, he hastily folds the paper and places it back on the floor while he runs to get some supplies he'll need for the extensive experiments.

My arms are full of snacks and I grab a blanket for good measure, seeing the paper on the floor, snatching it up, and stuffing it in my pocket. We start small with the experiments seeing how quickly my body heals after fighting. Mostly missing chances to block on purpose to create bruises from Donnie hitting me, he made sure that I was OK afterward and that he had my consent. We'd take the data and add them to categories in the degree of injury, length of time injury was healed, and how they healed.

During every mission, I'd mentally note each injury I'd receive, and then when we returned to the lair, we'd scan my body and see what was happening.

"Well, my sweet Aqua dare I say you are almost indestructible, although there is still room to prove it you've had everything thrown at you-"

"Literally, dude she got hit by a bus today and lived!" Leo says with stars in his eyes

"Raph is still recovering from his panic attack," Mikey says while trying to comfort Raph

"The bus...came...out...of no where" Poor Raph with his big self is in the fetal position mumbling to himself

"Yea, I need to watch where I'm going. But now we know I can survive a bus hitting me" I say excitedly with a thumbs up

"However we don't know if you can survive anything bigger, but I don't back down from a challenge so I'll take our findings and see if I can find a limit to your ability"

"Woah check it out that tooth got knocked out of her mouth, the space is growing a new one"

"What?" Donnie rushes over to look over Leo claim and sure enough another tooth is growing

"I lost all my baby teeth, we even did an x- ray to see all my bones. That was my adult tooth I lost" I say while rubbing my tongue on the squishy pink gum feeling the tooth slowly make its way in.

"To the lab" He pushes me towards the lab, quickly placing me on the lab table.

"Are you OK, shall we continue?" He asks noticing how I'm tensing up. I've done that each time I got on the table, no thanks to Draxum.

"Y-yea we're cool" I say hesitantly

"I need an affirmative or negstive, before I can continue" Donnie says while looking over at me with a soft expression

"Yes, we can continue"

He starts up the machine, as it zooms into scan my bone structure and he enhances the image. We can see that my bones are working over time producing calcium to construct a new tooth however it's growing much sharper than the original.

"Looks like you and Raph are going to have signature snagle toithe grins"

"But why is it growing that way and not like the original tooth" I think about my alien blood and the conversation I had with Future Aqua. I still haven't told him about that day but I know he's suspecting something at least.

"Only one way to find out with SCIENCE!" he sings the science part which makes me giggle

"Raph we're gonna be snaggletooth buddies!"

"Raph approves"

Donnie rolls his eyes, sits in his computer chair and rolls his chair over to his computer and starts to input the data. I come up behind him and whisper.

"I want to suck your blood"

He jumps a bit and I giggle as I sit on the desk

"Gotta keep you on your toes Von Ryan"

"Scoff I'll get you back for it" the blue light from the computer illuminates his face and he continues to type

"So hypothetically if I wasn't fully human would that change your view on me?" I ask hesitantly

"No of course not" he looks over at me suspiciously.

"Is there something that you're not telling moi?"

"Noooooooooo" i say clearly not being convincing

"What are talking here, yokai or Jupiter Jim kind of alien?"

"I guess a JJ kind of-"

"I knew it, you were keeping something from me"

"Well, I um, pfft, alright Mr Know it all what do you think it could be?"

"The list is extensive as we are unsure about the alien life that's out there, but we can just give it a name"

"Eh let's call it alien X"

"Alien X it is, so tell me what you know"

He spins his computer chair around and looks at me with his hands clasps and folded

"It's not what I know it's what I can do, it's probably best to not show you in here"

We go into the skateboard rec room and I stand in the middle of the room.

"Alright now let's keep an open mind here ok..." I say my voice quivering with nervousness

Sighing I concentrate and feel my body transforming, my pupils become cat like, my tooth grows fully, the rest sharpen and elongate, my skin turns pinkish purple with splotches of YSC (your skin color), my arms become tentacles, legs elongate and nails grow pointed and sharp.

"Holy truffle Mac n cheese" Donnie says shocked then he smiles his signature evil scientist smile as he pulls his mystic goggles over his eyes.

"Let's get to work"

[skylarmoon71]

Rapheal (TMNT 2014/2016) - Chapter 2

"Pass the remote."

"Nu uh it's my turn!"

Raph doesn't even argue further. He grabs it out of Mikey's hands, plopping on the couch. Mikey means to fire an insult, or grab it back, but Leo stops him, shaking his head. Mikey is confused, until he sees the news channel turned on.

"Suspects in the Lauderdale bombing have been apprehended. Sources say they were also responsible for the smuggling of illegal firearms and drugs. More when we come back."

The room becomes quiet, and Raph grips the remote.

"Apprehended is better than they deserved." Raph grumbles.

"We talked about this Raph, we don't take the law into our own hands. We just catch them, that's it."

"Yea, why didn't ya say that to (Y/N). Does she deserve to die to protect scumbags like that!!"

"She's not dead!!"

"She might as well be." Raph looked down. "You heard what Vincent said."

"She told us there is a high possibility she could regain consciousness."

"False hope." Raph concludes. He clenched his hand, and the remote was crushed under the force. He dropped the controller in disdain.

"I'm going for a walk." Splinter walked out just when he heard the argument start. He stepped in front of Raph, placing his hand on Raph's shoulder.

"Be patient son. She will wake up."

Raph shrugged off the arm, moving to the side.

He knew it was unfair taking it out on them. But he wasn't sure who to blame. His mind would not give him the comfort of forgetting that look on your face. You had given up in those last moments. Using every bit of your strength to get April out rather than trying to free yourself. He stopped, punching the wall, a fairly large hole following. The concrete crumbled, and he snarled.

"This is my fault."

Why the hell did they even separate. They were dealing with psychotic criminals. He kept trudging on, and as he climbed through a manhole and made his way to the surface. The city lights hit his eyes. He scaled up the building. The higher he got, the more a feeling of nostalgia hit. He stopped when he was on a rooftop, and the sight of the sun setting just at the tip of the bridge felt familiar.

"Did you fight with Leo again."

"I aint wanna talk about it. "

"Okay."

Raph expected you to delve further, but you sat down right next to him, eyes staring ahead. He frowned.

"Ya tryna use some mind game on me." You shook your head.

"No. You said you didn't want to talk about it. So we won't. We can just sit here and look at the sunset."

Raph faced forward.

"Leo put you up to this." He grumbles.

"Nope. Came here all on my own. " He scoffed.

"Sure you did."

This time, you looked at him. As much defiance that Raph often presented, you sort of respected him. He wasn't someone who just caved. He stood up for himself. He wasn't afraid to say what was on his mind. Regardless of what anyone thought. Reaching over, you placed your hand on his shoulder. His body tensed.

"I'm sorry that you feel like your voice isn't heard. I know Sometimes it may seem like Leo is favored, but Master Splinter loves you all just the same. In a way I guess I can relate."

Raph was listening now.

"My dad used to be pretty tough on me. For a while I thought it was because he hated me. After that car accident it was like a switch flipped. He was always pushing, always lecturing and I felt like I was the only one getting the brunt of it. My older brothers were never lectured. They were the ones who followed the rules. I was the rebel. "

"Can't really picture ya being a rebel." He voiced. You sent him a smile.

"My early teens were a mess." Raph smiles, and you giggle. It seems like you're getting through to him. So you continue.

"After a few months I finally confronted him. I threatened to run away and he..he sort of broke down. The entire time he was just scared of losing me. When I got in the accident, I brushed it off. I took life for granted, but my dad was terrified. Because when he got the call, he thought that I'd died. For a brief moment he told me that he imagined what it was like to never see me again. It almost broke him. So when he got the full report and saw me in that hospital, I guess he made a promise to himself that he wouldn't make the same mistakes. "

Your hand moves from his shoulder, to the center of his chest. Raph eyes trail the movement.

"Sometimes when we care about people, we make bad choices doing what we think is right for them. It doesn't mean the love isn't there. It just means they care more than we can realize. If you ever doubt anything, please don't forget that."

Raph couldn't truly remember the last time he'd been speechless. He wishes he could say something, anything. Even a thank you. You pull your hand away with a tender smile, and just then his heart begins to strum unsteadily.

It's possible that's when he realized.

Raph clenches his fists.

More than anything, it hurts.

There's a vibration in his pocket, and he means to ignore it. Eventually Leo would give up. For a moment it stops. He can feel the peace. But it starts again. With each ring he can feel his agitation rising. He grits his teeth, pulling out the phone in aggravation.

"WHAT!!"

"Raph...she's awake."

Leo receives no reply on the other side.

[heterochromicnachos]

rise dumps about donnie because I love him and he’s my comfort character.

Headcanon 1!

Donnie has Asperger’s, a “subcategory” on the autism spectrum that makes it hard to process emotions and can lead to repetitive thoughts.

For example? His insistences on using his tech to solve his problems. While it may be a more complicated way, it’s the way he thinks of, and not something simpler. Instead of looking around to get ideas of where he is, he goes to his tech to preform a scan of the room for example. He uses his battleshell to fly up a single flight in an abandoned mall instead of just jumping or taking the stairs.

Headcanon 2!

Donnie was the only one of his brothers to be hesitant about going to the surface of New York. (They’re about 6, 7, and 8 respectively.) The sounds of the city above could be being made by scary, dangerous creatures who would love nothing more than to eat up little turtles like him! “He’s a softshell, he’d be the tastiest and easiest to chew!” He thinks to himself.

It took months to even get him to peek out from under the manhole cover, he was so scared. New things are scary when you’re new to them, doubly so when you’re an autistic child being dragged out of your comfort zone. (I speak from experience.)

His brothers, thankfully, didn’t drag him out into it right away. (They knew from a bad experience with him freaking out about exploring the sewers that it wasn’t a good idea to throw him in the deep end right away.) they started with simple things, like bringing him up near the surface to let him adjust to the sounds. Peaking out from under the manhole cover to get an idea of what’s out there. Sticking a hand out to feel the texture of the ground there, smelling the air. When he leaves, he stays in the alley the sewer cover is in for a few weeks, adapting to the changes and differences. He slowly explores, clinging close to his brothers in case of the slightest scare. Eventually, he starts exploring on his own, losing his fear of the unknown for the most part. It’s still there, deep down, but it’s been repressed and tackled for the most part.

Headcanon 3!

Donnie gets sick really, really easily. (That’s two really’s.) being a softshell, it’s easy for slight callouses to build up on his soft shell under the clamps, seeing as it’s practically just skin. When those callouses crack, illness gets in easily. While most of the time he just gets a minor cold, there are numerous occasions where he will get seriously sick. Because of this, donnie is a major germaphobe. He sanitizes every part of himself when someone coughs in the same ROOM as him. He wipes down every surface used and Adjacent to where he conducted his experiments in his lab. He changes the bedsheets and washes them every few days, and will shove all the personal protective equipment he can on if he suspects he is sick. We’re talking face masks, face shields, thick rubber gloves, everything.

[dgshoe]

Friday the 13th

Written by Luis Fernando Veríssimo English Translation by DGshoe

“I’m not superstitious,” he used to say, but on every Friday the 13th he did one thing: not leave his home. Got it? “Maybe something will happen to me. Then I’ll become superstitious.” To protect his rationalism, he didn’t expose himself. Wouldn’t leave home; wouldn’t even leave the bed. “Call work. Tell them I have a cold.” His mother went to call. “And mom…” “What?” “Can you bring me breakfast?” She did. Yesterday he asked his mother to call in. Instead of a cold, so they wouldn’t suspect anything, he told her to say he sprained his ankle. In the office people commented: “Did you know? Every Friday the 13th something happens to him.” “Talk about bad luck!” He ate breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed. Only got up two or three times to very carefully go to the bathroom. Slept some, read some, nothing too risky. It was only when the old grandfather clock in the living room, the one mimicking Big Ben, rang at midnight that he got up, brushed his teeth, showered, and prepared to leave. “Where are you going?” his mother asked. “To life, old hag. To life.” He met with his friends in a bar. During the chat one of the friends commented: “We gained an hour of existence.” The other one corrected: “Not ‘gained’. ‘Recovered’.” He didn’t understand anything. “Excuse me? What? What’s this about?” “Daylight savings period is just over. All clocks fell back by an hour.” “So you mean it’s still Friday the 13th?” One of the friends looked at a wristwatch. “For the next… twenty-two minutes.” He fled from the bar. He needed to get back home. He had to get… He fell down a manhole.