#me like to rambl ab ocs sometimes

[vannyblutea]

🌲boi

What is the kindest thing your OC has ever done for someone?

normal boi? oof thatsssss. uh. Has he done anything that could be considered kind?? I guess being friends with Vash?? He wasnt the greatest to her (as with anyone really) but he at least,, ,, was like mildly more patient,, ,, ,

reviveboi tho? uhhhhhh well- Not acting like he used to would be pretty up there i think. He also spends his time taking care of Syv n Van, plus just in general helping around other people with any mechanics related problems. Mostly from Sy's pressuring but it still counts

What is the kindest thing someone has ever done for them?

uhhhhhhhh prolly Syv n Luce forgiving him for everything..........or like, not really forgiving but choosing to let him try again after he intentionally went out of his way to break their trust and hurt them in any way possible.

On the flip side, what is the worst thing your OC has done to another person?

...do i,, , ,, have to list everything,, , ,?

[delightfully-deranged-dagur]

TD OCs Redesigns part 2! At long last!

Lulu

This Clown didn't change much in concept but she definitely changed in design.

Previously I already made a more casual look for her when she's not performing, and that became the basis for her redesign. Her old outfit will be repurposed for her performance outfit. Still need to draw that.

Besides that she got a new hairstyle! And a hint of that Pinkie Pie inspired front swirl.

Madileighn

The Influencer had a massive overhaul from her 1st look to her 2nd. The first look I've actually recycled for her mom's design. Who I'll post here eventually.

Anyway Madi got a warmer yellow tone, some bangs and a shorter coat. She's still looking fabulous!

Marlo

The Prankster kept a lot of his original elements. Purple + green colors, curly black hair and a bomb on his clothes.

The hoodie became a jacket. The hair got more sharper in the back and the bomb was moved to his shirt. His shorts and nose kept changing but I finally settled on something I like.

Olive

The Shy Doormat stayed very consistent in design. The clothes just became baggier, the nose changed shape and her colors more muted.

But she still hates the spotlight and is still a lesbian disaster.

Parvati

Immediately, the Mythology Buff became more tomboy-ish. Her features became a lot more sharper and a bit more androgynous.

Her outfit stayed the mostly it just evolved. Less cluttered details. A more eye pleasing color pallette. All changes for the better.

Phoenix

He's a menace this one. Definitely the one that gave me the most trouble redesigning.

Like Parvati I removed a lot of unnecessary details and gave him a more eye pleasing pallette. His skintone got a cooler undertone to better see the line work.

And the big change. His hair. Less knock-off Hobie Brown and more his own person. I'm very thankful for my friend Howai for giving me the idea for locs.

Rachel

Ah Rachel. The Rodeo Star. Who actually started out as a pathetic Heather Wannabe. She became something way different. Now an antagonist more in line with Bowie.

Her design barely changed from V2 to V3. Just changed her bangs direction and gave her abs. Why mess with perfection?

I just realized Rachel gained boots and lost her sandals, while Madileighn lost her boots and gained sandals. Huh. Fun trade-off.

Raheem

The Oblivious Hearth Throb is still as good looking as ever.

Now he gets to take his hair down and really make people swoon. Not that he realizes.

I basically made his outfit more warm weather oriented then cold. Also, he went from green to gray. A more neutral color helps him stand out from the cast.

Sasha

Now if Rachel isn't the one with the least changes. Then it's Sasha. I struck gold with the first design. And she barely changed after that.

The 2 big differences are her hair, from flowing waves to bantu knots. And her concept.

Originally she was a singer going on TD to promote herself. Now she's a nepo-baby who's uncle got her onto the show. She doesn't realize her well connected, rich girl experiences aren't universal.

Tony

Last and certainly never least. The Short-Tempered Greaser.

Tony's outfit barely changed. Just some color adjustments. But his body definitely changed. The 2nd time I designed as someone short and not just shrunk someone down.

The big difference this time is his hair. I love the pompadour+swirl but I wanted something different to differentiate him from how i draw Johnny Spirit. So he got a quaff. I think that's the right word.

Anyway lastly his pose makes his personality more clear. He's cranky and impatient.

Thank you for joining me and listen to me ramble about these guys.

I'm hoping to get the first chapter of my OC season out sometime this year. So stay tuned.

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

Serendipity (CH 7)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 975

Warnings: Mild language, fluff, smut, angst, graphic scenes, death, murder, gore, violence, mature material…

Prompt: You have a major crush on Gibbs, however you choose to push it away as you fear he doesn’t feel the same way. Suddenly there is a bunch of chances that lead to a happy ending…

I snapped more pictures, feeling mortified. The longer I was in this room, the sicker to my stomach I felt. I was more than in his head. It was like I was looking through his eyes and I hated it. No one else knew what I've found yet. They've grabbed what I asked for, and asked questions, but I couldn't explain it.

I did a few sketches whilst I waited for them to get a camera and evidence box. I was eager to start bagging the pictures and putting them in the box. I wanted to get out of this room.

"Y/N/N, what did you find?" Ziva asks.

"I found out that our unsub is obsessive, compulsive, a stalker, and delusional. Not to mention a psychopath. He had motive, he made a plan and followed through. He has had to have been doing this for months." I say, continuing to quickly box everything for Abby.

"He is done killing, right?" Tim asks.

"I want to say yes, but it seems as our unsub was becoming unhinged. If he kills again, the victim will no doubt look like our first female victim." I say.

I set the camera in the box before pushing it through the tunnel. I crawl through it and Gibbs helps me up. I let a deep breath out, wishing I hadn't found that room.

"Do I want to know?" Tony asks.

"No. You don't. But, you'll have to know for the case. It's just sickening." I mumble.

"It's the job." Tim sighs.

"Try being a profiler. I hate getting in the minds of these guys." I grumble.

"Then don't." Gibbs says. 

"Easier said than done." I sigh.

I was more than eager to get off that ship. I rode back with Gibbs, but it was silent. I couldn't get out of my head. I hated how easy it was to understand the mind of a killer, for me at least. As much as I'm happy that my abilities help me get justice for people, it still makes me feel...numb.

"Y/L/N." Gibbs says, hurrying to catch up with me.

I tiredly hum, pressing the elevator button. I could feel his stare on me, but I step onto the elevator knowing he would too.

"What's going on?" He asks.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You got quiet." He says.

"You always are quiet." I point out.

"Yeah. But, you aren't. You like to talk, whether it be the case or maybe about some book...or something that makes you happy. Even if you aren't talking, you like to hum. But, you were quiet." He says.

I was surprised by how much he's noticed about me. For someone who seems busy all the time or tries to avoid me...he knows me quite well.

"I'm just tired." I sigh.

"Go home. Get some rest." He says.

The elevator doors open and I shake my head. I had some stuff to finish up. He sighs, following me to the bullpen. I grab the box that Tony sat on my desk and decided to go ahead and bring it down to Abby's lab.

"Y/N! You brought me a gift." Abby says.

"Abs, don't look to into this. Just see if you can pull any prints off these. Okay? I don't want you to get upset by this." I say, setting the box on a table.

"Okay...are you okay?" She asks.

"Of course!" I lie and she studies me.

"I'm no profiler, but I know a liar when I see one. Talk to me." She urges and I sigh, sitting on one of the metal tables.

"I sometimes just hate getting into the mind of an unsub. It use to be such an interesting thing and I found myself wanting to get into the most notorious serial killers heads, but now...I just hate it. I hate the way I can so easily find myself in their head. It's not just their head. It's like I'm seeing everything through their eyes. It plays out like a movie and I hate it. I hate the way it makes me feel. It's sickening and I'm just so tired." I ramble.

"Oh, Y/N." She murmurs.

"I know it's my job...that's why I'm here at NCIS. I'm a profound profiler. So, no matter how much it affects me...I can't stop. That's why I was added to Gibbs' team. If I can't do my job, what am I? Nothing. I just get in the way. And yeah...the team relies a lot on my skills and we get through our cases pretty fast, but it's so tiring." I say.

"Have you talked to Gibbs about it?" She asks.

"God no and I don't plan to, Abby. I think I just need to sleep. It'll pass. Or maybe I need to take a small vacation. Who knows? I'll see you later. I got some paperwork to finish up. If you need anything, you know where I am. Love you!" I say.

I pull her into a hug, seeing the troubled look on her face. I kiss her cheek and give her a big smile before I leave. It immediately leaves my face and I was eager to climb into the elevator. I lean my head against the wall, waiting for the doors to open.

I walk back to my desk, sitting down as I begin to work on some paperwork. I look up when my lamp goes off. It was Gibbs.

"Go home." He says.

I sigh, waiting till he starts heading towards the elevator. I stand, grabbing my purse and keys as I wait for the doors to shut. I let a sigh of relief out before sitting.

I turn the lamp on my desk and start working on some more paperwork.

[oh-no-its-bird]

i looove your naruto rambles i love that you go so in-depth with the characters and stories and i'd love to dissect your brain and see how you come up with this stuff cause it's all just!! so cool and inspiring... and like, i don't write fanfiction but the things you come up with make me wanna change that so badly

DJDBSKSBDOD THANK YOU SM IM REALLY HAPPY THAT YOU LIKE THEM

I've been writing for a really long time, and got my start + most of my practice in oc rp, where it's really important to justify and explain the character thought process before you do certain things, and I think that helped train me to write out better summaries

I tend to also like, less write au ideas and more "get really in the zone and accidentally write an entire fic outline for smthn I refuse to write in depth/longform"

My friends can confirm that I'll sometimes get over excited and over invested and accidentally fly off the rails and end up doing the same thing and writing a whole fucking Thing(tm) ab their ocs too

The voices,,,, they want me to write 1-3k messy fic outlines,,,,, ough , ,,

BUT YEAH IM REALLY HAPPY THAT YOU LIKE MY STUFF !!!!! I WILL CONTINUE TO DO MY BEST TO FEED U CONTENT W MY SILLY AUS I GET WAY TOO INVESTED IN

[lunchtimebedamned1997]

A Guide To My Tags!

Figured I should make one of these since I've started using this blog again! (My list of fandoms can be found at the bottom of this post!)

Also my asks are open! I love chatting, nerding out, and talking to new & familiar folks!

My reblogs can be found on my side blog @lunchtimereblogs

"my art" - all the art I post

"OC art" - We're gettin' more specific now!

"fanart" / "[insert fandom] fanart" - what most of y'all are probs here for!

"my OCs" - any posts regarding my own personal OCs

"ashland bites" - my main OC universe (Also: "AB [insert character name]")

"fanfic" - what it says on the box, anything pertaining to it lol

"ltbd fanfic" - My writing! Currently writing/posting a RadioSilence backstory fic: The Space Between Us

"fanfic recs" - What it says on the tin

"[insert fandom]" - any posts in regards to the specified fandom.

"ltbd rambles" - Tin, read it. I'm chatty XD (I'll pic one eventually... hopefully)

"ltbd reads" - My posts rambling about books I'm reading/have read

"ltbd answers" - me, answering/responding to your asks!

"secret vox project" - any posts pertaining to the big project I've been cooking up the last couple of months >:3

I'll update this post as I go, and put other info like relavent fandoms under the cut, love ya!

Fandoms I Have Posts For:

The Hellaverse (Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss) (Ship tags thus far include Charlastor/RadioBelle and Radio Static/Radio Silence)

Jujutsu Kaisen (Ship tags this far include: MechaMiwa)

Arcane

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS)

The Locked Tomb (I'm on book two, pls no spoilers)

More Specific Tags: In regards to my main OC project Ashland Bites: (Character Specific) "AB Tara", "AB Veronica", "AB Lucas", "AB Kathryn"

MEDIA that I am a fan of: (even if I haven't posted for them here yet) (I am probably forgetting a LOT of things)

TV: Arcane, Avatar (ATLA (the animated one)), Angel the Series / Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gilmore Girls, Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss (The Hellaverse), Jujutsu Kaisen, MLP (shhhhut uppp), Ouran High School Host Club, Roswell (1999), She-Ra (SPOP), Sign of Affection

MOVIES: Alice in Wonderland (1951), Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992), Corpse Bride, Empire Records, Labyrinth (1986), Nimona, Pirates of the Caribbean (the good ones), Practical Magic, Pride and Prejudice (2005), The Nightmare Before Christmas Studio Ghibli films (Kiki, Howl, Cat Returns, Totoro, and Naussica in particular)

GAMES: Animal Crossing, The Arcana (mobile game), Baldur's Gate 3, I'm still trying to get into Hades but I am playing it... sometimes haha

BOOKS: The Cruel Prince series (FotA), HP (but I try not to post/talk about it much bc of JKR, it was just a big part of my life for a long time :'/) Idk where to put this but I'm a huge Mythology and History nerd (especially fashion history!)

MUSIC: I listen to a little bit of everything tbh, and I'd love to talk more about music, maybe i can do recommendations based on vibes? or just chit-chat? I have YT playlists that have like, a bit of everything here, here, and here, if you wanna shuffle around and see some of my favs! Maybe I'll do music art someday too, who knows lmao

[pastel-archived]

being open ab mental health below cut

Mentally struggling with mad idk what to call it?? Sometimes I get "ur ocs are stupid" thoughts and it really harshes my mello. I really try not to remake but like revamping and purging bad vibes helps me so much. Being on blogs that just drain me make me not want to write my two gals and they as well as writing have helped me get through so much. I'm really sorry to everyone who has to deal with me revamping and moving blogs. I think this will be the last time. And tysm to everyone who has stayed around for me or my gals, you all mean the absolute world to me. I dunno where I would be without you all but the last almost 6 full years here have meant the whole world to me. I'm so thankful for most of the people and experiences I've gained. I'm rambling now sobs but I cherish you all a lot tysm for everything

[sillylittlereptileguy]

Hi! here’s an intro post!

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My Info!

My Name(s): Jekyll, Mariposa, Courier, Rosemary

My Nickname(s): Rose, Ave, Mari, Reptile Guy

My Pronouns: it/its + hx/hxm + zomb/zombz + cig/cigs + gut/gutz + gore/gores + sin/sins + hymn/hymns + iso/topes + rad/rads + dooms/days + more! feel free to ask!

My genders: Transmasc enby xenic

My age: Bodily 16

Hyperfixation(s): Gravity Falls & Fallout New Vegas

Special Interest: Resident Evil, Fallout, Five Nights At Freddy’s, Mechanical Engineering, Animals

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Things to keep in mind!!

I’m a selfshipper (The only F/O who I’d prefer you DNI if you selfship with is Luis Serra, anyone else is free game)

I’m a fictive! Specifically of a Resident Evil OC, so a lot of times if I say I’m posting memories, it’s likely exomemories from that (or a fictionkin exomemory lmao)

If you think you like Fallout 4 (Especially Paladin Danse, Preston Garvey, and Mayor Hancock) more than me you can interact just don’t mention that around me </3 It makes me uncomfortableeee

I make blinkies on request + have writing commissions open!!

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Links!

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Kinlist

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Fictionkin Discord Server

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🐍 | f/o stuff — stuff about my f/os (fictional others), usually rambles ab them or just missing them in the case it’s source partners

🐍 | Kin Stuff — Self explanatory, stuff about therianthropy / fictionkin / otherkin

🐍 | Fictive/System Stuff — also self explanatory. usually pseudo mems

🐍 | atom bomb baby — fallout content, mostly fallout new vegas, 3, and 4, sometimes the TV show

🐍 | When the residents are evil — Resident Evil content

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All blinkies made by me! Credit if you happen to use :3

[cabbxges-and-kings]

smiletimeisrunningout asked : oohh the portrayal meme! First of all I *adore* how well you are able to capture Abe, I find him incredibly hard to portray and I know I never could. yet you just capture his essence so well, and the dialogue is ON POINT. As is his body language. I do love that you don't shy away from letting him be himself, but then I also saw you write others (From Rogers who went 'wakey wakey princess' and I was sold to my man Hewlett) so it's not really a surprise that you'd be so talented. You are absolutely awesome!

Please tell me your favorite things about my portrayal/muse? / @smiletimeisrunningout -- accepting

        Thank you so, so, so much. Abe is actually a harder muse for me to capture compares to when it comes to Astrid, Sean, or some of my other muses lmao. I usually pick muses with strong voices, but Abe tends to be so generic most of the time unless he's mad. So I do get worried I'm not capturing it right lmao. Abe is also the type to narrow in on something and not reflect that much (though, sometimes he will to think up a lie or a spy scheme). He is also very emotionally driven, so its a whole different viewpoint from someone like Hewlett lmao. Actually, when I write Abe its sometimes difficult to write another muse because I have to really dig deep into Abe's mind and he's really different from my other muses. So usually, I won't write Hewlett, Abe, or Rogers at the same time. I can get away with writing Hewlett and Rogers at the same time, but hardly ever is the case with Abe. Also, I spend too much time over-analyzing these characters for their body language. Abe's no exception.

        So, enough of my rambling, thank you so, so, so much for this message! I work really hard at capturing all my muses's voices and make them all unique, especially with my ocs. Since now I'm leaning back into writing again and getting used to my muses once again, I needed this reassurance more than ever lmao. I'm really looking forward to the shenanigans we can create with our dynamics with Emma and your other blog.

[tyrantzeye]

HELLO THERE TUMBLR

YOOO WSG!!! im astor i go by like a shit ton of names 5heyre all in my sidecarrd :) pronouns in order of preference: he/8/bloo(blood)/she/they/cae(cake)/evi(evil)/🕷/it/adonis/(insert all basic neos here like ey/em, ze/zem, etm.)/basically evry other pronoun u can think of - fair warning this blog IS NOT ORGANIZED!!! its just!! A BLOG!!! FOR THINGS!!! i am just emptying my brains out here before i explode - GO READ MY CARRD

TAGS !

astrids silly lil thoughts - funny lil ramblings n just stuff not related 2 anythng astrid goes on a disgusting tangent - either rly lojg analysis posts or gross random thoughts of mine artstor - my art !! feel free 2 request i cant promise itll get done quickly or at all but like yeah astrids AUs - a ton of au stuff interrogation room answers - asks astrids ocs - oc stuff never kins - ME. heart emoji - little characters in my phone i love camille oc infodump hour - at 4p mst once a week i spew shit from my mouth about my ocs (mostly itsuki)(thisis rly inconsistent byw i havent done one in like 2+ minths) sasha and binx special appearance - cat pics :) never edits - video edits i post here sometimes i also have tags for some of my moots starting now (2/26/23)

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^ neither of these blogs r consistent tbh i couldnt rven get the zzz inc 1 to like work cuz most or th3 wtudio dosnt have/consistently use tumblr💀

iwontrelyonanyoneanymore - essentially a spam account

okay thats basically all there is 2 say ab me if u wanna know anything more ask me urself. hmu

[honoredbastard]

rules & dni/byf

♡ status

requests & prompts: open

♡ dni/byf

— dni if you’re racist, homophobic, misogynistic, transphobic, anything that is bigoted. you are not welcome near me, anyone interacting with my content, and my content. please, shoo.

— baji smut, must i say more? even if he is aged up, please leave this boy alone with the smut! but do you in the end. it’s okay if you age him up for sfw! it’s precious, i love aged up baji sfw content :( i just want to squish his cheeeks!

— please have your age somewhere i can see/access. i’d appreciate it if you are above the age of sixteen if you’re trying to message me. i’m fine if you’re under the age of sixteen and interacting with my blogs, i appreciate it lots! 

— it is not okay if you support r/pe, inc/st, ab/se, p/doph/lia, and so on. i can understand if you are writing abusive situations and so on as an escape and vent source, that’s fine! perfectly fine with that. i wish you a safe one! just don’t support it and try to avoid writing it for readers enjoyment/your own.

—  M@PS AND P3DOS. go, just shoo. away from me, KEEP IT AWAY FROM ME YOU SLIMY RAT.

— i write in lowercase and swear. it’s just something that runs in the family, if you’re not comfortable with that you’re free to block!

— i will write character x charater, oc x character, and any reader under the sun. ( i find em cute, especially if we have mutual ships i’d be at your service your highness. ) i usually write gender neutral reader unless stated otherwise! i try my best to be inclusive with all of my content that does not involve ocs and canon characters.

— i write when i write, i’m not a schedule heavy person when it comes to my writing. so i apologize with that, i got doctor appointments down the calender so it’s hard to write at times. thank you for your patience!

— I WILL FUCK UP WITH SPELLING. i’m terrible at spelling when i’m tired and i’m a person with adhd and insomnia, so you know how that’s goin for me. i hope you understand i’m not the greatest at understanding text. if anything i’m at a lost for tones most of the time. please tell me if my little emotes drive you crazy, i like using em so my tone is matching them. yknow?

— i do ramble often. if you want to block that tag you can! #𝄖entiramblesツ

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・i write all readers, this includes gn!reader, fem!reader, trans!reader, and male!reader. i do focus on male though as i am a male myself. although you’ll usually catch me writing gn!reader. if you have a request please state the reader gender.

♡ will and will not write

・i will not write dub-con, non-con, forced or underage, aged up minors in sexual conditions, bodily fluids that are not: semen, blood, saliva, transphobia, homophobia, racism, incest, oc ( that i don’t know well )xcanon. i’m sure we’ll all sensible here.

・i will write: headcannons, drables, au’s, platonic relationships, romantic relationships, headcanons or drabbles without x reader ( can be character x character though ! ), the dere’s, character x character.

♡ fandoms i write for

・jujutsu kaisen

・my hero academia / boku no hero

・tokyo revengers !!

・vanitas no carte / the case study of vanitas

・obey me! !!

・maji: sinbad

・shinguang daili ren / link click

・sk8

・gangsta.

these can and will be updated! thank you for reading luv, i hope you have an awesome day! ♡ you can find me on wattpad, my works will only exist here and there.

[ow-anteater]

I’m back- and if you would like- I want to hear about Gabe

Give me whatever obscure headcanons you have about him, they’re all top tier👁

thank you, I could genuinely write multiple essays about this man and the multitude of (admittedly very self-indulgent) HC’s I have about him. There’s also like a lot of just ... silly character analysis because dammit this is my excuse to just ramble for a while

So the biggest one and the one that informs the most about how I write him is that I think he detaches very easily from other people. It’s defensive and it isn’t healthy - he’s very good at ‘deciding’ not to care when somebody lets him down, that it never meant anything in the first place. A lot of people misread it as callousness but it really isnt. It’s just a way - an admittedly clumsy and at times lonely one - of minimizing hurt. And he’s really good at believing his own hype on this point, convincing himself it really doesn’t matter and that the ashes of all these bridges burnt and abandoned doesn’t sting 

Because other half of that headcanon is that he absolutely cares, however good he is at turning it off. He cares so deeply and so much and about everyone he meets it’s kind of suffocating sometimes? He jokes a lot about Jack and his naïve ‘I need to save the world’-reasoning for joining SEP but like ... that’s his exact reason too (he just does it in a world wearily sarcastic way so guess that makes him Not Cringe in his own eyes or something like that smh)

He’s also just incredibly loyal to his friends. More so than to the greater cause in fact. He looks out for his own and I like to believe it’s an instinct he tries imprinting on the people beneath him. We know Jack sent McCree to look for Ana after she ‘died’ but I refuse to believe that wasn’t authorized by and pushed through by Gabe. He insists so furiously on ‘no one left behind’ at all times and though their relation is at times strained, McCree absolutely takes after him on that one. Those two would have begged Jack to let McCree go searching, they would have done it anyway if he refused

In general I’m just very in favor of a softer, less openly edgy interpretation of Gabe. He’s proud and capable and he has this air of someone you don’t fuck with but he isn’t some inhumane monster not at all. He may have become the approximation of one but by god I hope the story is building - perhaps not to a redemption - but perhaps to a resolution or an exploration of what makes this man tick. Yes I imprinted unhealthily on the ‘somebody’s edgy middleschool OC’-man but he’s got potential and depth I swear it.

And with that, some actual HC - the silly dumb variant:

He has a really bad sense of humor he’s just a lot better at keeping a poker face than Rein and Jack. McCree nearly died the first time he heard Gabe crack the worst of dad jokes cause he’d only seen him be stoic and cool up to that

Also! ‘Gabe ruffles people’s hair like an embarrassing movie dad when he wants to express he’s proud of them’ is indeed the hill I’ve chosen to perish on

This man does not have abs! He does not! He’s build broader than Jack and he has naturally beefy arms but there’s a healthy layer of fat on this man. He has soft arm and most of his fat sits in the belly and chest region

Very into old school romantic grandeur. He fucking loves the drama of giving his partners flowers and staging elaborate dates. It’s not often he gets to do it but he loves it

Reads a lot! And remembers everything - can and will do the pretentious nerd thing of putting high literature references in everything if nobody calls him out on it

He hogs sheets specifically because he likes feeling caged in when he sleeps - back completely against the wall, hugging a pillow, sheet wrapped tight over is the preferred sleeping position. After becoming Reaper he gets into the habit of turning partially into smoke to fit into even smaller places to nap

God I love him

[ponydoodles]

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Here’s a post 4 all of u mobile users, all of the mods in one place! It includes the pic of their ponysona/mod pony, a little description and their social media (If available). If they don’t have any social media listed, DO NOT ask for them, they’re not there for a reason!

Click on “Keep Reading!” This post will be updated accordingly!

absolutely exhausted and gay

gender?? no thanks, i’ve had gender once and didn’t like it

cries at every movie

fav things to draw: Muffins, Twilight, Twuffins, Luna, redesigns and headcanons, silly things and memes

Hi there!! Im mod Mizzle (formerly mod Ivy!!) and im the creator of ponydoodles! I like cats, bugs and staying up late until 5am. I’m a part time freelance artist and I’d love to draw for you! Check out my carrd for more details !! <33

carrd | tumblr | ?????

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slow @ art

loves All ocs

pink

ponydoodles’ only triple hired mod

favorite stuff 2 draw: uhh cute pony interactions??? is that a thing??

hi!! i’m mod glitter and i draw here sometimes. i’m not super good at drawing regularly but i do my best!! also i lov Pink. So Much

carrd | tumblr | :)

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▪︎ I’ve loved mlp since 2012, and I’ve been a mod here since 2018!

▪︎ My ponysonas name is Homebody!

▪︎pronouns are she/her or they/them!

▪︎my favorite characters are flim and flam! Love me some rat bastards!

▪︎my main tumblr is @bubaluv , and I’m bubaiuv on deviantart!

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carnival enthusiast

art is my life and animation is my oxygen

hella neurodivergent

magic is real

I’m called Ferris ✦ I make cartoons full time, but sometimes I like to treat myself to a happiness-infused doodle of candy-colored horses. I’m here to share some of those doodles with 𝕐𝕆𝕌, 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕍𝕀𝔼𝕎𝔼ℝ, and contribute to the positive vibes this blog radiates!!! tumblr ✦ =) ✦ deviant

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the boy so nice they named him twice

XxUltimateDiscordLoverxX

ponies be like: im transing my gender

hii!! im mod treat and i use they/he pronouns!! i love ponies a whole bunch and i love drawing them even more! i joined the blog because i love making people happy and im super hyped to be here!!!

Tumblr - Instagram - Deviantart

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The Theatre System (no, none of them will draw for me hdvbdhcv)

ponies w/ paws r my shit. also ill try to b canon-adjacent w/ my weird art hdxhs

gender is *muffled fluid mogai ramblings*, n im an aroace lesbian uwu

if im not thinking about pinkiedash, lovecore, or danganronpa im dead

hehe hi! im mod cottonskittles, head empty only pinkiedash, and i just like drawing for free lol,, i kin rd so im very dumb (/j im gr8), and uhhhh my art changes a lot sorry :pensive: also i rlly like to draw pinkiedash, of course hbvdsxc hope to have a fun time on the blog :3c

DA | tungler | ponydoodles tag

hiya!! I’m a new mod!! call me Bug Juice!! some facts ab me:

- I’m super ultra mega gay + ace 😎

- I keyboard smash a LOT and at this point it’s just a part of me

- I like mlp almost as much as I like jjba

- my fav mlp ship rn is Parcel Post x Braeburn and I have NO clue why HDBDND

I don’t use my main tumblr much but I do have instagram!! and a linktree!!!

(image text reads: BUG JUICE, he • him)

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Hey guys/gals/nonbinary pals, formally Mod Techno (Now Mod Salem) here, I turned 20 recently and since I was gonna have to go into my mod page anyway to update it, I thought I might as well completely refresh it to fit me more!

★My name is Sam, you may know me from my other art accounts as Punkpride, but you can just refer to me as Mod Salem here to keep things nice and clean!

★This is my new ponysona called Salem! They’re a batpony/changeling hybrid, and due to being so, they can only transform their hoof wings/eyes/mane to different colors/shapes/styles.

★My pronouns are They/Them, He/Him, and Xey/Xem!

★I’m agender and queer. Gender? never heard of them.

★My favorite ponies are Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Lightning Dust! (I ship them all together like a maniac in my ng/in general too lol)

★I’m a piercings and punk aesthetic FANATIC

★You can find me on every platform I’m on/more about me here

★Check out my current ponydoodles art tag

★Check out old ponydoodles art tag

[image description: two drawings of my (Zoë) ponysona, Square Peg, who is a red earth pony wearing a tie dye shirt. the first drawing is large and drawn in a chalky style, and the second is small and drawn in a cartoon style. her pronouns (and mine) are she/her!]

i’m Mod Square, aka Zoë! i love mlp, emoji, and party games. my hobbies include rickrolling and using the taco bell rewards app. i play with my style a lot but i hope to always capture an air of carefree fun in my art!!!!!

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FORMER MODS

List of mods that are no longer on the blog! (Any mod that used to be a part of our blog but isn’t listed here we most likely don’t want to associate with no more)

Mod Irracat 

Mod Aurora

Mod Moon

Mod Vivi

Mod Nyxa

Mod Sketch

Mod Sang

Mod Sabbath

Mod Elf

Mod Purble

[saihahas]

Yo! Sai gush to me about ur awesome interests!! I wanna hear! I'm not picky can be about anything. pikmin or gorliaz or FNF or ENA any other interest i accidentally forgot! or ur really cool OCs. Any of this info dump plz!!!! (and if u want u can dm it to me too idk if u wanted this as a ask or not lmao whoops my bad if so lol)

hey thanks!!!! I've just been having a rough few nights and posted my stuff real late at that but ty!!!

I think I'll ramble ab ENA bc i love her. so much

I really REALLY enjoy how her character is potrayed and how she's like super autistic coded. Like full stop she's one of the best representations of how emotions and reactions are for people like me! Even if it wasn’t intended,,,

I really like how her personalities are segmented into simple basic emotions, like happy and sad, and how they progress to manic and miserable depending on stimuli. How she's fine one minute and after being told no, or recieving negative attention from external sources her RSD kicks into overdrive. I also really like how as of now, Phindol (who is a biblically accurate angel before he emerges as a dolphin) is the only one to directly respond to their meltdown and give her another solution.

ALSO her meltdowns and idle animations are so good and just further emphasize how autistic coded she is. She stims and flails her arms about, sometimes doesn't pick up on social cues, and when she melts down it feels like she's breaking apart (which she DOES) before stomping around and crying.

I jus love her so much LMAO

Also seeing NT people who make reaction videos on Temptation Stairway and say Ena's overdramatic and just not. understanding why she's behaving the way she does is one of the most hilarious/infuriating things on the PLANET.

Anyways i might draw ENA w the rainbow infinity soon,,, i love her sm

[dragonpigeons]

Roommates Part 1

Tags/warnings: Deku x Reader, Deku x Self-insert, Slowburn, SFW, Aged-Up Characters, Roommates AU, Pro Hero Deku, Deku thirst, copious amounts of self indulgence, Deku muscles (ye have be warned! 😂) Other characters to be added in future parts including OCs.

Summary: Riida stumbles upon Deku and his muscles.

A/N: Here we are, the first part of my Deku x Reader/Riida fic. I’m a bit nervous about sharing this so please be gentle LOL. Part 2 is out on my Patreon early if you want to support me there and check it out!

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There he was in the middle of the shared kitchen and living room space.

"Oh hey," the famous hero named Deku greeted cheerfully. He was doing press ups with arms that were very toned. Very muscular too. And very sweaty. "Don't mind me, just doing my early morning workout," he chirped happily.

And there you were in the doorway. In dishevelled, baggy pjs that made your figure look lumpy, and your hair in disarray like a drawing gone wrong.

"Okay," you quipped and you whipped your stiff legs to the kitchen in order to hide your sorry state.

You couldn't believe it. Two days ago you had moved into this two-room apartment for work, having the whole place to yourself. The landlady had told you that there would be another person coming to rent the other room. You hadn't expected it to be this soon though, much less by the No.1 Hero, of all people.

You wondered if this was a dream. After all this was your favourite hero in the same apartment as you. Somehow you managed to make breakfast and sit down to eat it, focusing entirely on taking big chunks out of your toast instead of the hot sweaty man on the floor grunting in front of you.

“So what’s your name?” asked Deku in the middle of his reps.

You answered him.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Deku," he replied with a smile. "I just moved in last night. I hope I wasn’t too noisy."

Deku got up and announced he was going to take a shower. “I hope we get to know each other over the coming days!” he said brightly before turning to go to his room, leaving a trail of metaphorical sparkles in his wake.

You went to work that morning in a daze.

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The next morning he was there again, doing sweaty press ups. Only this time he was topless, save for a white towel around his neck.

"Good morning!" he greeted enthusiastically, acting completely at home even though you had only just met yesterday.

"Good morning," you mumbled before scurrying to the kitchen. You felt coffee wouldn't be necessary after that sight. It was one thing to find out you were sharing an apartment with Deku, certainly another to find him half naked in the living room. Was this something you were going to have to get used to? Would you have to face his bare chest and abs every day?

"What you having for breakfast today?" asked Deku, completely unaware of your inner turmoil.

"Uh..." Your mind searched for some meaningful answer. You opened the fridge for inspiration. "Bacon and eggs," you said.

"Sounds yummy!"

Yummy.

The way he said that was so cute and now it was all you could think about as you cooked, ultimately serving as your distraction as you burnt your bacon and eggs, and your toast came out more brown than you would have liked. Even the orange juice you poured ended missing the target completely, landing on the counter instead of in your glass.

You heaved a heavy sigh.

"Everything alright?" Deku piped up like a curious meerkat standing up.

"Everything's fine," you squeaked, scrubbing up your spillage quickly.

“Need a hand?”

Deku’s voice was suddenly a lot closer and you found him leaning against the counter, just inches away. You yelped.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to spook you,” Deku laughed, “but you looked like you were having trouble just now.”

“Oh-- Well-- It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Just one of those mornings, y’know?” You tried to laugh it off even though the proximity of Deku’s pecs was making you nervous.

“Okay. I’ll leave you to it,” said Deku. “But don’t hesitate if you need any help!” He beamed at you before leaving to go to his room.

After he went, you sighed and slumped on the counter in relief. You weren’t sure how many more topless Deku mornings you could handle before you died.

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"So what's your quirk?"

Deku was moving his arms and turning his body in a very focused manner. He looked like he was doing tai chi. Fortunately he was wearing a hoodie this time to cover up his upper body. Unfortunately his legs were on show, thanks to his shorts, and they were very chiseled and very determined to get you hot under the collar if you stared too long.

"I can see infrared and ultraviolet waves," you answered, sipping your tea too quickly and burning your mouth. You covered your face up so your pained expression wouldn’t be noticed.

"Oh? What does that look like?" Deku asked, interest piqued.

"Well," you said, after you recovered a little, "infrared looks like a reddish glow around things that emit heat. Ultraviolet by itself is like a white-blue or white-violet sort of colour. But it actually makes things look different? It gives more colour and more contrast. If that makes sense."

Deku nodded, making humming noises. "Interesting. Do you use it in your line of work?" He stretched out his leg high in a kicking stance, the shorts riding down to reveal more of his thigh. You took a very deep breath.

"Not really," you answered, trying not to visibly sweat, "I just do a simple office job. It's not a very useful quirk actually. It makes everything look rather overwhelming when I turn it on."

"I see," said Deku, moving into another stance and thankfully putting his leg down. He started rambling about all the ways your quirk could be useful in rescue situations for detecting missing people trapped under rubble or seeing through walls during recon missions. You listened dutifully, gradually pulled into his words.

It was something you genuinely liked about Deku. All his ramblings, though he sometimes got carried away in interviews, made for an interesting listen. They showed just how knowledgeable he was, especially where quirks were concerned. Sometimes he went into very complex things which you didn’t understand but you didn’t mind it at all. It was a joy to listen to him.

“You’re smiling.”

“Huh? Yes?”

“What are you smiling about?” Deku asked, pausing in his stance.

“Oh, nothing! Just… I think it’s nice to hear you being so passionate about your interests,” you answered sheepishly.

Deku chuckled and resumed his movements. “I’m glad. Usually people just get annoyed or look at me funny when I go off on my ramblings."

"Oh. Well. I don't think it's annoying."

Deku gave you a big grin as he said, "That makes me happy to hear! You’re such a nice person. And you have a nice smile, by the way.”

You blushed and thanked him. You were sure you would take his compliment to the grave.

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A/N: End of Part 1. If you’ve read to the end, let me know what you think in the comments! Drop a like if you enjoyed it :D Feel free to add any feedback you have regarding the story or the tags/warnings I’ve used - if they are sufficient, if they should be replaced by something else or if I should add any. I want to be sure I’m doing it right for everyone who comes across this.

Also another reminder that Part 2 of Roommates is up early on my Patreon if you would like to support me there :D Thank you so much!

[imyourliquor-youremypoison]

A Girl’s Best Friend (Peter Parker x OC) - Part 19

Synopsis: Diamonds are man’s best friend- or dogs are girls’ best friends, wait… how does the saying go again?

Warnings: Family issues; Peter has a crush and it’s complicated; mention of assault; good dogs; College AU; aged up! characters; TONY STARK IS ALIVE AND WE ALL LIVE IN A HAPPY PLACE CALLED DENIAL

Word count: 3.8k

Part 18 <<< >>> Part 20

MASTERLIST

               He landed on the floor next to a screaming Emmeline; she fumbled around to try and see where he had been shot but the blood was flowing out, making his sweater stick to his skin.

“No, no, no, no,” she began chanting. “Peter, oh, my God. Peter, what do I do? Tell me what to do, oh, my God…” she rambled on, her eyes searching for something, anything she could use to press onto the wound to stop the bleeding. In the end, she used her own scarf. The silk immediately soaked up the blood. “Peter, talk to me!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he tried to reassure her, looking at his own side to evaluate the severity of the damage.

               Fuck, it hurt. It hurt like a real bitch! He couldn’t let it show though, because Emmeline’s level of panic entirely depended on his.

               The other two men began to yell things about this not being part of the plan, that no one was supposed to get shot. The shooter didn’t seem to mind much; in fact, he seemed to be the head of their little squad. The sirens sounded a lot closer already, and they were packing up. The man Peter had taken a bullet for was now huddled in a corner, pants wet.

               The police burst through the doors before the last of the men could escape through the back, but Emmeline was too focused on Peter to pay attention to their surroundings at this point.

“Hold on, kid,” a police officer told them. “An ambulance is on its way.”

               Peter froze, eyes wide staring into Emmeline’s.

“No, no Em, listen, I can’t go to the hospital!” he told her, sounding like he was the one panicking now that they were mostly out of danger. He tightened his grip on her hand to gain her attention. “I can’t.”

“You have a bullet in your stomach!” she almost shouted back, still very much in shock. “Where else would you have them take you?!”

“Yes, I know! I felt it, thank you very much!” he snapped back, letting her panic get to him too. “It’s not the stomach by the way.”

“It damn well looks like it to me!”

“Listen, I can’t go there. I can’t, do you hear me?”

               The paramedics would soon swarm this place to check on the people who had been trapped inside the store during the robbery, and then take Peter into the ambulance. There was no time. Emmeline sensed the urgency in Peter’s voice and leaned in.

“I know I’ve been shot but trust me when I say I cannot go to the hospital!” he whispered in a rapid-fire speech to ensure no one else could hear.

“But you-“

“Please, Em. I need your help for this,” he begged her.

               She closed her mouth, lips pinched in a thin line. She needed to think. How were they supposed to get out and away from a crime scene filled with policemen? Their options were pretty limited, but she had to find a way. Peter never asked anything of her, never asked for favors, but this sounded important.

               He must have a reason for not wanting to go to the hospital, and she trusted it was more serious than a debilitating fear of needles or doctors.

“Fuck! Alright, let’s do this,” she swore, already helping Peter up while the officer from earlier checked on the other people present, especially the man who had pissed himself and now resumed his panicked behavior.

               She hoisted Peter up with a muffled grunt and he bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from groaning in pain as she led it towards the back, where no police car awaited them if their made a quick escape. She felt like she was the criminal fleeing from the crime scene.

“Wait,” she said, making him stop walking so she could grab the coat hanging from the back of a chair in the back office. “You’ll need this to hide the wound.”

               Before continuing, she pushed open the emergency exist to check it the back alley wasn’t swarmed in policemen, or worse, the robbers.

“Coast seems clear, but we should hurry. Someone must have noticed our disappearance already. It’s not like a pool of blood on the marble stone will look inconspicuous.”

               The walk around the building to a nearby street free of cops wasn’t long, but Emmeline felt as though she had run a marathon when they finally reached an avenue. While holding his coat closed to prevent people from seeing all the blood, Peter and Emmeline went to stand at the road and hailed a cab.

               It was a miracle the driver didn’t see the sweat trickling on Peter’s forehead, and his sickly pallor. Emmeline climbed in after him and gave her address. The ride never felt longer.

“Peter,” she whispered, more to make sure he wasn’t fainting on the backseat of the cab than to make actual conversation. “Peter!”

“Mmh?” he hummed, eyes closing lazily. Emmeline smacked him in the head and he sat straighter. “I’m awake, I’m awake!” he told her.

“Peter, we just fled from a crime scene. We’ll get in so much trouble, this was a terrible, horrible, disastrous idea!”

“You know a lot of synonyms,” he chuckled. “Yeah, alright, it’s bad, I know,” he added when he saw her jaw clench. “But it would have been worse if we’d stayed there. I can never go to a hospital, I’d be found out immediately.”

“Why? Do you have six other legs I don’t know about?” Emmeline snapped. “I’m very serious, Peter! What if they think we were a part of this robbery? What if we get arrested?”

               She scoffed, not convinced, still shaken up and a little paranoid about being arrested.

“I heal too fast, it won’t be good if I arrived at the ER with a bullet wound that looks weeks old.”

“I know, I know… I’m sorry,” Emmeline sighed, finally seeing her building down the road. “Right now, the idiot you took a bullet for must have told everyone I was there. My face is going to be all over the news in no time, I hate it. Most of all, I hate that you got hurt.”

“I’ll be fine,” he assured her, the grunt that followed not working in his favor. “It’s nobody’s fault, even if I had it with me, I can’t always sneak off to change into my suit. Sometimes I have to improvise. I’m not usually inside the premises when there’s a robbery, this is a bit new.”

“Don’t make me laugh, I’m supposed to be upset,” Emmeline told him, repressing a smile.

               Peter grinned boyishly.

“We’re here,” she announced.

               She tipped the driver and pulled Peter out of the cab with as much care as possible, still hiding his wound and the blood-soaked sweater underneath the coat she stole.

               The cab ride might have given Emmeline the opportunity to calm down a bit, but as soon as they reached her bathroom, and Peter’s coat was discarded, her eyes went wide in alarm upon seeing the sheer amount of blood he had lost.

“You shouldn’t even be conscious anymore!” she exclaimed although she had no notion of how much blood an adult male could lose before losing consciousness. “Tell me truthfully, have you ever had this kind of injury before? Or are you bullshitting me to stop me from freaking the fuck out? Which I am about to do, by the way.”

               Emmeline was not believing him when he assured her that it was nothing and she kept saying to herself that this was a mad, reckless idea, and now Peter was going to die in her apartment, and she would have to move out again because of the trauma.

“Okay, okay, I can do this,” she told herself in an attempt to gather her wits. Now wasn’t the time to give in to panic, that was too easy. Peter was badly hurt and he needed her to keep it together. “It still looks really, really bad, Peter.” It was downplaying it, but she tried her best.

               He rolled his eyes and sat down on the edge of the bathtub.

“See?” He pulled his sweater up, showing the wound and subsequently making Emmeline go several shades paler. “It’s not as bad as it looks with all the blood,” he promised her.

“What the fuck? What the actual fuck?” Emmeline whispered to herself, eyes not darting away from the oozing blood – it was impossible to look anywhere else; it was morbidly fascinating to watch Peter’s body reject the bullet and try to heal the wound at an abnormal speed.

               After wiping away the blood that had already dried on his stomach, it did look less like he was going to kick the bucket tonight but it was still a bullet wound and Emmeline was in no way, shape, or form ready to stitch Peter up after this entire traumatic endeavor.

“Look!” He pointed at the entrance hole. “The bullet is already coming out.”

“Oh, my God!” she swore, hiding her face in her hands. This was exactly the kind of freaky stuff she never thought she would see outside of a movie theater in her life. “Why did I look?”

               Just as she said this, she opened her eyes to have another peek through her fingers, unable to stop herself. It was like a car crash – she couldn’t stop looking at it. In any other circumstances she might have teased Peter about his abs, but she wasn’t in the mood to ogle him right now.

               He pressed his fingers on the skin each side of the wound to push the bullet out, and soon enough it was there. Emmeline didn’t know how she managed not to faint when she saw the bullet come out, making a disgusting sound, and hit the tiling in a clatter of metal, sending droplets of blood on her immaculate floor.

“Hey, hey!” Peter called her name, his hand shooting out to hold her steady. “Stay with me, Em. Where do you keep your first aid kit?”

“A first aid-kit?” she squeaked out and shook her head to shake off her parasite thoughts. Now wasn’t an appropriate time to daydream. “You need a doctor, Peter. I don’t think a Spidey band aid will do the trick.”

               He paused to look at her, one eyebrow raised.

“Do you have one?”

“No!” she exclaimed, now giving him an exasperated look. “Beside the point, dumbass! What I mean is you probably need stitches!”

“Some gaze will do, don’t worry. See? The bleeding has stopped, and the wound will be closed by tomorrow. I won’t even have a scar by the end of the week.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am totally serious. Look-“

“No, I’m not looking anymore!”

“Emmeline,” Peter started, using her full name. “Please, just see for yourself.”

               His tone had grown much lower, steadier. She didn’t like this in the least but thought she could trust him, and while she did not look forward to taking yet another lingering look at his bullet wound, she complied.

               Much to her bafflement, it did look much smaller already. Her mouth opened slightly but she didn’t say anything. In fact, she reached out, fingers stopping only an inch before touching the entry hole.

“It can’t be possible,” she murmured, barely believing her eyes. “It was so… it was… there was so much blood…”

               Her shoulders slumped in the faintest of ways, and only Peter, who had spent more time studying her than he would care to admit, would have noticed. She was obviously still upset and emotional because of what happened, but at least seeing with her own eyes that he hadn’t been lying about his fast healing seemed to have put a full stop to her panic.

“No need to worry, Em. I’ll be as good as new in no time, okay?” He took a hold of her wrist and she finally detached her eyes from his stomach to look into his eyes instead. “Better me than the other guy.”

“I’m not sure I agree with that,” she countered, clicking her tongue against the inside of her cheek and crossing her arms over her chest.

               She stood up now that the crisis was over. The adrenaline was coming down too.

“He might be dead,” Peter pointed out.

               She knew he was trying to appeal to her good nature, but after today’s events, she wasn’t so sure she still had enough of it to care about that cowardly man who put all of them in danger and so easily discarded her life.

“He will be if I ever see him again,” she snapped back. “He’s the reason why you got shot! Sure, I spat in our attacker’s face, but I got my own souvenir for it.”

               She pointed at the left side of her face, which was very sore and would no doubt sport a beautiful purple bruise tomorrow morning.

“You could have gotten more backlash for that, you know? I’m sorry I let the situation escalate so much.” Peter stood up, right in Emmeline’s face since she didn’t step back. He was a little taller than her, which always made him smirk a little when he thought about it. “I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I should have protected you.”

               Her expression softened and her arms fell back to her sides.

“And you did, Peter. The second he lifted a hand on me you were there,” she reminded him, but Peter shook his head. He was obviously disappointed in himself, and nothing she could say would make him feel better about what went down. “Don’t beat yourself up over this. Come now, you’re not fully healed yet and I intend to watch over you like a hawk until you are. You need rest.”

“What- no, please, don’t make me,” Peter whined when she began to walked out of the bathroom, holding him by the arm.

“Don’t be difficult!”

               He might be serious about his fast healing, and Emmeline might have slowly calmed down when she realized that he was telling the truth and he really wasn’t in danger, but she still felt entitled to fuss over him.

               When she ordered him to lie on the bed, Peter refused.

“It’s only half past six, what am I supposed to do in bed?” he argued.

               Emmeline didn’t say anything but the devious grin painted on her face spoke for itself and Peter regretted asking as soon as he spotted it.

“Alright,” Peter agreed, electing to put an end to his own misery since he wasn’t going to win this argument. He let his tired body fall onto her bed but just when Emmeline smiled in victory, he pulled her down with him. “But I’m not lying all alone in your bed and staring at the ceiling while you go about your day.”

               Emmeline gasped when she fell heavily on him, trying to absorb the shock with her arms but barely managing.

               They laid very still, chest to chest on her bed, and she wasn’t pale in the face anymore – not in the least. Peter hadn’t taken the full measure of what he was doing when he pulled her with him, but he wasn’t complaining about the result. Maybe it was the adrenaline speaking, but he thought this was quite an improvement from their usual careful distance.

“Gottcha,” he told her, easing himself on her pillow and wrapping his arms around her to prevent her from getting up. “You’re my hostage now.”

“Oh, too soon,” Emmeline grumbled, yet couldn’t hide the laughter in her eyes when she looked up.

“Sorry. I must be more shaken up than I thought. Maybe you could cuddle me better?” he suggested quite boldly, earning a frank laugh in response but no resistance.

“Alright, you win.” She tapped out and Peter opened his arms. “Let me get my shoes off at least.”

               Pretending to think about it, Peter hummed thoughtfully, but Emmeline only swatted his shoulder and sat on the bed to take off her shoes and bits of jewelry that she set aside on her nightstand. She typed something on her phone and then it joined the rest of her items. Just when Peter was about to start whining about her taking too long, she climbed on the bed, taking care to lie on the side he wasn’t hurt.

“Mmh, I feel better already,” Peter hummed and closed his eyes, welcoming Emmeline’s embrace and wrapping his arm around her shoulders when she delicately placed her head on his chest.

               It made his heart fluffer like a bird’s wings, feeling her so close. For a moment, however short, the distance between them shrunk to nothing at all. Maybe she could hear his heart beating wildly against his ribcage, and so what?

               It might tell her what Peter had failed to do, so far. Maybe she would be able to read his heartbeat like she could a piano sheet – understand it and hear its music. If she rubbed her thumb against his chest on purpose or not was hard to tell, but it soothed Peter. He relaxed enough to slow down his frantic heartbeat and enjoy the appeasing presence of Emmeline, snuggled into his side.

“We still haven’t found May’s birthday present,” Emmeline said after a while, turning her head to prop it up on her other hand and meet Peter’s eyes.

               A long groan answered her.

“You’re right,” Peter eventually said. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand. “Almost forgot.”

“Let’s forget about the jewelry,” Emmeline decided, surely done with jewelry stores for a long time now. “We should do something simple – a homecooked dinner, good wine, a bouquet of her favorite flowers… something cozy.”

               While Emmeline didn’t know May all that well, she had her in a nutshell when she talked about giving her something simpler but more personal for her birthday. He had only meant for Em to help him choose a gift, but if she offered to come and give a hand, he wasn’t going to turn her down. He had a feeling May really liked her.

“Yeah, sounds nice. But I can’t cook. Do you know how to cook? I’ve never seen you cook.”

“Of course, I know how to cook! I wasn’t counting on your cooking skills to make this dinner happen,” she teased him, sniggering lightly and scrunching up her nose at him.

“That’s what I thought,” Peter laughed too, agreeing with her. “By the way, I was meaning to ask you… why did you spit in the guy’s face earlier? That was a pretty stupid thing to do given the situation.”

               The mood shifted just then and Emmeline stirred a little bit until he released her from his hold. She sat up then, facing Peter and but looking mightily embarrassed – a rare occurrence for Emmeline Gerard. A strand of hair fell in front of her face when she lowered her eyes to stare at her hands.

“He called me ‘princess’,” she admitted, eyes looking into her lap.

               Peter frowned a little, confusion taking over his features as he pulled himself up and leaned against the bedframe to face Emmeline. Why should she be ashamed to tell him this? He didn’t know what to make of her reaction.

“But I’ve called you ‘princess’ before. You didn’t seem to mind back then,” he pointed out, not understand why she would react so violently for a pet name.

               The situation had called for cooperation, not deliberate provocation. Then again, he never called her ‘princess’ as Peter Parker, maybe it was different when Spider-Man did it. Maybe she liked it… This perspective dampened Peter’s mood quite a bit but he tried not to let it show.

“Yes. Exactly,” she quipped, looking up shyly. “You can call me that. No one else.”

               Awestruck, Peter remained quiet for a heartbeat too long, probably leading her to think he thought it was an idiotic reason for putting them all in danger. Her stray strand of hair swung in front of her eyes when she looked down into her lap again, and this time he couldn’t help it anymore and reached out. When he tucked it behind her ear, they both froze, realizing their sudden proximity.

               Their thighs touched; they couldn’t possibly sit closer to each other unless Emmeline decided to sit on his lap – which Peter would allow with great pleasure. His hand was still on his cheek, he hadn’t withdrawn it, and Emmeline leaned in ever so slowly, almost against her better judgement. The moment seemed to last forever as they both understood what was going to happen if they didn’t snap out of it.

               Did they want to snap out of it? Not really. Should they? That was an entirely different matter.

               He wanted to touch her so badly – not just her cheek, not just to tuck her hair behind her ear, not just to innocently cuddle her. Peter wanted to hold Emmeline against him and never let go, he wanted to finally know what it felt like to kiss her, and make love to her. Every last cell in his body ached for a kind of intimacy he hadn’t really thought about until she came into his life.

               Their foreheads touched and he let out a sharp breath. Could he hear the hammering on her heart from where he was, or was it his own that thrummed loudly in his temples?

               Bella’s loud bark followed by her dash across the apartment put a tragic end to the moment they were having, and Emmeline jumped back, getting off the bed and to the door.

“Must be the food I ordered,” she grumbled, obviously not happy about the interruption.

“When did you order food?” Peter asked from the bed, slowly getting up without reopening his wound.

               It was just his luck – finally about to take this step with the girl he’s like for months, only to be interrupted in the middle of their moment. By her own dog no less.

“When you decided I should cuddle with you instead of letting me do the cooking,” she chuckled, looking through her judas. Bella was still barking and pawing at the door like mad, until Em shooed her off, telling her to go to Peter.

               When the pit came to sit in front of Peter in the kitchen while he took out plates and cutlery, Peter narrowed his eyes at her.

“I thought we were friends!” he whisper-shouted at the dog. “Friends don’t cockblock each other.”

               Bella only tilted her head to the right, moving her ears in a curious way. It was dinner time for Bella too, so he filled her bowl with the usual, watching her get excited when he opened the fridge. She wagged her tails and ran around Peter until he set down the bowl and she could start her feast.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Peter sighed, turning away from the dog.

               Better luck next time.

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In my TMNT fanfic WIP - CHAIN REACTION, TCRI has been experimenting with the ooze and on animals since the original ninja-turtle-making canister went missing. These large-scale mutant experiments are how I introduce the female turtles* that form the North American Indigenous Reptile Cluster 3 Control Group.

Let me introduce you to one of them.

Meet Dinah.

Dinah and her female cohorts were Trachemys scripta scripta, yellow-bellied slider turtles, before their exposure to the ooze in 1976. In the (picrew-generated) concept art above, Dinah has been bundled up against the winter weather during her first stay at the farmhouse. Splinter covered her head initially for warmth, but as she settled in, she added a scarf over her knit cap. She feels safest and most comfortable when covered. This is no religious or modesty-based habit. Rather, blankets, covers, and towels were the best way to guarantee a small amount of privacy when growing up under surveillance. In the winter cold, her tendency to loop quilts, comforters, afghans, and scarves over herself seems rational. As the seasons change, the nervous habit will stand out more starkly.

So much of what makes Dinah act like Dinah has roots in the lab. Limited close-contact with humans, strictly regimented living, and an unyielding authority structure have molded a young woman whose goal in life is to BE A GOOD GIRL. She listens. She does what she's told. She follows the rules, and she's overly eager to please. Being GOOD keeps you and your sisters safe. Being GOOD means any punishments are mild. Being REALLY GOOD means special treats! Maybe half a banana. Maybe an extra hour in the enrichment room. Maybe even being allowed to file some paperwork.

Dinah's the best at filing. She's very proud of how fast she can be. She remembers everything very well. Everything. Ab-so-lute-ly. Ever-y-thing. Sometimes that's bad. There's so many things Dinah doesn't want to remember. But! Sometimes it's good. Her test scores are excellent and her filing is brilliant. Dr. Perry said so. She remembers that. Remembering when he said she was brilliant is definitely a good thing. Dr. Weston never said she was brilliant, but she did say Dinah did very good work many times. Dr. Nomikos? Well, no point in thinking about him. He rarely spoke to Dinah. Dr. Weston said that was a good thing...

The lab turtles' world is small and their isolation will distort their expectations and reactions to life outside. The girls in Cluster 3 Control will have relied upon each other for much of their socialization. It built a unique 'turtle culture' in the group; everything from a human-excluding hidden language to a quasi-spiritual belief about turtle afterlife. To say there will be culture-shock between the two groups of turtles is an understatement.

*((SIDE NOTE - MY INSECURITY RAMBLE:: I feel foolish for how embarrassed I get talking about these characters. Perhaps it is a hold over from being too ashamed as a kid to admit to my daydreamer's habit of conjuring up 4 matching turtle gals and giving them shorthand personalities that match the TMNT. I have doodles from approximately a million years ago of the OCs I made in middle school: the smart one, the funny one, the angry one, the leader. (I feel like we all do/did this? IDK, springtime of a youngster's heart: give the TMNT matching significant others. now kiss!) Anyways, as much as I enjoyed it at the time, I think I knew even then that my earliest OCs were halfbaked. So, if I have any motivating factor for writing these original characters well, it's the desperate need to present OCs that I'm proud of, with an origin story and characterization that makes readers love them as much as I do. I know I'm going out on a limb to say, "I've got girl turtles from a lab. Trust me! It'll be good!," but there is an anxious need in me for this fic to be incredible. I have a beta reader who's never steered me wrong and I promise I won't post on AO3 until my narrative and my characters pass muster! /END MY INSECURITY RAMBLE))