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gonetoforks · 1 month ago

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1. How exactly does Yuichi's body work? Is he connected to anything, wires, buttons or batteries in his robot skeleton? Is his clothing sewn to his body, or can he change it whenever he wants?

2. If he gets dirty, how does he keep his body clean afterwards? (Sometimes stuffed animals get quite dirty and you can't get the dirt out even if you've washed it several times) Can he use another doll and use those parts to create his body again or does he need help from Splinter?

3. Was he ever interested in talking to Mrs. Cuddles?

4. What would Yuichi look like without cotton on his body? (I'm going to laugh really badly, sorry)

5. Did he ever help April with her job of cheering up the children? What does he think of the kids? Did he ever ask Donnie to make any improvements to him?

6. Does he live with his family or with the turtles? If he lives with the turtles, where does he sleep? Or have they ever wanted to sleep with him so they could use him as a stuffed animal at bedtime?

7. How old is Yuichi?

8. Does he know Hana, Chizu, Gen and Kitsune? What does he think of them?

9. Will there be a Jei in your Au?

I wish you a beautiful day!

1) Yuichi’s body despite being mostly robotic, mostly runs on organic types of fuel! tho he sometimes drinks things like motor oil or coolant, not batteries though, he tried those. they aren’t incompatible with his hardware though, he’s just allergic. (￣∀￣)

2) When he gets dirty, he just takes a shower (puts himself in the washing machine) cause since his fabric skin has a lot of the properties of normal skin, so it doesn’t usually become a permanent issue. but his fur does stain pretty easily for days on end which he finds really annoying haha

3) Not since he was removed from the US entirely when she went to prison. (the kids show set where she’s listening to laughter all day) He was young when it went down so he never wanted to drag up a past he didn’t even remember and only made his aunt upset. All he’s been told about her is that she’s extremely violent and that’s why she’s locked away.

4) that one panel from Junji ito’s hanging balloons akshjsahjsajjks oh god xD i don’t know if i can draw that aksjdjshakdjaksja (below the cut for horror imagery lol)

oh dear lord akdhakjsakdja

5) He was never around before she got fired from those multiple jobs but i think he would find the human kids very tiring while also finding creative ways to deal with them. He also would have to manage trying to stay the same size throughout all their laughing and screaming which kinda sucks for him. it’s not completely involuntary but making the effort to not do so is incredibly overwhelming like masking at a really loud party, it makes the poor guy really tense.

5.5) Kinda the opposite actually! Donnie really wanted to give him some cool mods but Yuichi was like, “you are a engineer, not a doctor, i am not letting you near my skeleton, crazy boy” aksjaksjsmsjs

6) He lives with his family! Though after actually befriending the turtles, he does get invited to a lot of sleepover parties hahaha

7) He’s the same age as Leo & Don, so i think he’d be about 17 post-movie. so he’s not quite as naive or clueless as canon yuichi lol

8) Yes! Hana’s been his adopted sister for quite a while. Chizu & Kitsune are familiar with Yuichi & his family cause Chizu just drops off batches of orphans with no explanation. She took control of the Neko Ninja clan quite a while ago, they use the connections Lady Fuwa made to sabotage trafficking rings and rescue the small children she would have brought up. Chizu’s eager to make connections with other martial artists since the clan has lost its main source of members, Kitsune is her bodyguard and historians will say they were quite close friends. Gen, similar to canon, came from destitute parents, so him and his sister were surrendered to the Cuddles family orphanage as tweens. They made friends with Yuichi cause they were around the same age, and are both studying to be doctors!

9) I’m not entirely sure yet, but he’d definitely be a cool character to include! i think if i did it would probably be through some sort of time travel shenanigans, that sounds fun

aaaaaa i also wish u a wonderful day!!! (о´∀`о)

#i got art block and wanted to draw pictures for this but the art was blocked and that’s why it took so long #my bad my bad #i’m gonna try draw a comic of usagi at a sleepover i promise #hell adhd brain be willing ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡#i love the questions and asks sm #rottmnt #artists on tumblr #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #digital art #gonetoforks’ art #tmnt #yuichi usagi cuddles #yuichi usagi #leosagi #leoichi

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slothquisitor · 4 months ago

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What Moves in the Dark: Chapter Nineteen

A post-campaign Baldur’s Gate 3 eldritch horror AU.

Chapter summary: And there are some goodbyes and plans for the future. You survived the horrors, so here's the fluff.

Read from the beginning.

Read on AO3.

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Liv and Astarion lay tangled together in his bed. Again? Still? Liv has lost track. She doesn’t particularly mind though with Astarion sprawled across her lap, toying with their intertwined fingers. He’s beautiful like this, curls a mess from sleep and her running her fingers through them. He’d remarked more than once that he’d never done this, simply stayed in bed with someone after, and she’s reluctant to shatter the peace that envelopes them now.

“So, you’ve done it, every Academy in the realm will be vying for your expertise in banishing creatures of the Far Realm,” he says nonchalantly.

And it’s true. With the conclusion of this adventure of theirs, she certainly could go anywhere, study anything. Three months ago she would have given anything for this chance, but things have changed. She has changed.

She still loves studying and learning and having access to academy resources would be incredible, but she’s pretty sure that she’d no longer be content sequestered in some academy somewhere with only her research to keep her company. She’s had a taste of what it means to actually do things, not just sit in a room with her books, but make a discernible difference in the world.

“Oh probably, and I will no doubt be leveraging that to get access to their libraries…but I don’t know. I don’t think I want to go to an academy anymore.”

“Oh?” He doesn’t look at her, seems unwilling to look away from their joined hands. She can hear the tiniest bit of hope in his tone.

“We make a rather good investigative team, don’t we? Perhaps outside of Baldur’s Gate, there might be those who would want to avail themselves of our services. For the right price of course,” Liv says.

The way he looks at her then is full of quiet surprise. Gone is the aloofness, the practiced detachment. Instead, he looks at her with open awe. “You’d want to do that?”

She nods and lightly replies, “I don’t think an answer to your vampirism is here in the Gate, and I did make you a promise.”

His expression darkens and he sits up. “You don’t…I…I don’t want this to be about some agreement we made.”

He’s missed the joke in her words or is simply unable to joke about this. She leans forward and tries again, hand cupping his cheek. “I want to help you because I love you. But more than that I want to build a life with you, something that brings us both fulfillment and happiness.”

It takes a moment for the words to hit, for him to realize what she’s saying. “I want that too.” The words are soft as if he has finally come to realize just how wide the world is, how full of promise. He grins impishly. “Oh, we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

“I’ll need to help Kharis find a suitable replacement first, and we’ll need to make some plans on where –”

He cuts her off with a kiss, lips crashing into hers with a joyous enthusiasm. She can’t help but laugh and he presses her back into the bed, their bodies moving together in a languid, gentle rhythm. The tentative urgency of the night before has burned away into something more sure. He sighs her name as she kisses his jaw, his fingers tangling in her hair.

Every touch is a show of trust, and she tries to meet it all with promises of her own pressed into his skin, whispered into the silence between them, spun like so much silver in the low light of his room.

Later, Astarion trails his fingers along her bare shoulder. “And what of your art?”

She leans into his touch. “What about it?”

“Surely you’re not abandoning it too in pursuit of these new adventures?”

She can hear the question in his voice and knows what he’s really asking. She had hoped for a career at an academy, study and research. But how much of that wanting was for herself and not to do something even her parents couldn’t dismiss? A line from a poem she read once comes to mind.

She whispers it in the quiet. “‘What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?’ I read that a long time ago…I don’t think I really understood it until now though. What it means to truly be on the precipice of something.”

“Wild and precious, hmmm? I like that. And what is your answer?”

She smiles; it is so very simple. “Spend it with you. Learning and growing and changing, both of us together.”

He leans his forehead against hers and sighs happily. “Us…I still love the sound of that.”

“What should I call you…to other people, I mean. What are we to each other?”

Astarion looks rather surprised at the question. “Oh, I don’t know. I’d never really thought about it, but I suppose we ought to have something…shouldn’t we?”

“We don’t have to, but I didn’t want to assume…”

Astarion sits up very straight then, adjusting the blankets over his lap. “Now, tell me, what are my options?”

She manages to keep from laughing, but only just so. It’s clear he wants to take this seriously, and so she refrains from teasing about it. “There are a plethora of options. Boyfriend, lover, significant other…”

“Hmmm…” He seems to be considering them. “Lover feels rather…flimsy, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, and boyfriend feels rather juvenile.”

“Significant other is rather important…a mouthful to be sure,” he grins.

“There’s also partner.”

He pauses then. “Partner. Oh, I like the sound of that. What do you think?”

“Partner.” She tries out the word, watches Astarion’s crimson eyes brighten at the sound of it. “It’s fitting.”

“Well, then. All settled. Now, are you sure you don’t want your partner to come with you to meet with your brothers this evening?”

In truth, she’d prefer him by her side, but she has a feeling that this is something she needs to do on her own. “I’ll send a message if I need a rescue.”

“And I’ll be there; I’ll always be there, my love.” And he seals the promise with a kiss.

***

“It sounds absolutely provincial, darling, but if you’re happy that’s all that matters,” Astarion says after ten minutes of hearing about every stray animal Shadowheart and Veska have taken in on their farm. He is surprised at how much he means the sentiment, how glad he really is to hear that she has found peace and happiness after all she endured.

“The quiet is good for me,” Shadowheart says.

“For both of us,” Veska adds with a smile.

Astarion suspects that the happiness found in that cottage has as much to do with the location as it does with finding something with each other. He’s not sure exactly what that something is, perhaps they don’t know yet either, but it is all soft smiles and gentle touches and the promise of not being alone.

“I’d go mad inside of a tenday, but to each their own,” Astarion says with a wave of his hand.

“You and Liv are welcome to visit any time.” Veska practically beams with happiness, and it is incredibly difficult to tell her no.

“Perhaps we shall.”

“Be sure to give her our love,” Shadowheart says. Liv will be disappointed to be missing their send-off, but she had to run home at some point before meeting her brothers.

“I will.”

Gale stands up slowly, his knees crackling and popping as he rises from the teleportation circle he has been painstakingly drawing in chalk on the floorboards of the tower. “Alright, are you ready?”

Shadowheart steps close to him and smiles. “I’m so glad to see you doing so well. Don’t be a stranger?”

“I would never,” he promises and is rewarded with a light squeeze on his upper arm before she turns to hug Gale goodbye.

He wishes he knew better how to say all the things in his chest. How grateful he is that they answered the call. How much he missed his friends, missed fighting a common foe together. But he doesn’t have the words for any of it, each time he tries it all seems to get caught in his throat. It is only at the last moment, when Shadowheart and Veska stand hand in hand in the circle, Gale’s magic swirling around them that he manages a quiet, “Thank you.”

It’s quick, he wouldn’t be surprised if they hadn’t heard him at all, but right before they disappear he catches the slightest inclination of Shadowheart’s head. And then they are gone, and he is alone with Gale.

“I suppose you’re off soon too?” Astarion asks.

“Soon enough, Liv wanted to talk to me about her work, see if I could provide any insights.”

“Be sure to let me know when that is, that sounds like the perfect background noise for a nap,” he says.

“I like her,” Gale says simply. “I admit she wasn’t really what I was expecting.”

“Oh?”

“She’s very steady, isn’t she? And a very talented wizard.”

“You know, the first time we got into a fight I asked her if she was the type of wizard to know any actually useful spells and she fireballed me,” Astarion says, smiling a little.

Gale laughs. “You should’ve led with that.”

“She is rather wonderful.”

Gale smiles. “I’m glad. What’s next for you?”

“We’re thinking of leaving Baldur’s Gate, actually.”

Gale’s eyebrows raise. “For?”

Astarion opens his arms encompassing the whole of the known world, it is so close, just at his fingertips. “Anywhere. Everywhere. Liv’s requested we prioritize places with library access.”

Gale nods. “Wow. That’s…wow. Good for you both.”

“I thought our first stop should be Waterdeep,” Astarion says, examining his nails, tone light.

Gale is openly surprised. “I’d be happy to host you both at my wizard tower. Though, I may be gone a bit during the day.”

“Oh?”

“I may have received a job offer.”

“Where?”

Gale takes a deep breath. “Blackstaff Academy, School of Illusion. I haven’t decided if I’ll accept or not.”

“Well, of course, you’re going to accept,” Astarion says with a wave of his hand. “That’s perfect for you.”

“You…you think so?” Gale asks, sputtering a bit.

It occurs to Astarion for the first time that Gale, the prodigy archmage of Waterdeep is rather a lot like Liv. That like her he has never questioned his magical ability, but that isn’t the same thing as belief in oneself.

“Yes. They’re lucky to have you.” He does his best to infuse the words with the utmost sincerity, but Gale looks somewhat uncomfortable anyway. “So, is that all you’ve been up to in Waterdeep? Last we talked you were quite worried about seeing all your friends and family again.”

Gale seizes on the opening. “Ah, yes. Well, my mother has been very pleased to have me around, and everyone was rather more understanding than I believe I deserve. It has been good to be home. Though I don’t mind being included in the odd adventure here and there.”

“Even when it includes blood monsters and creatures from the Far Realm?”

“Perhaps you could try to find less world-endingly bad problems that need solving in the future?”

Astarion feigns offense. “Excuse me, I don’t go out looking for these sorts of things. They seem to be attracted to me, and who could blame them?”

Gale laughs then, and Astarion won’t ever tell him this, but he missed having Gale around.

He’s pretty sure Gale missed him too.

***

The restaurant Liv meets her brothers at is just off the Wide. She walks through the crowded streets, weaving between groups of people, the slow-moving variety of life. The apparition of faces slide by, disappear into the crowds, and into the sounds of street performers and laughing children.

Baldur’s Gate has never seemed so beautiful to her as it does now when she has decided to leave it. Despite living here the entirety of her life, she keeps finding places and things that stun her, reminding her that the city is a living breathing thing, and that no matter how long she spends here, she will never know it all. And there’s a part of her that wants to stay, wants to look around every corner and peek in every window, but there’s another larger part of her that is hungry for change, for new places and people and adventures.

She steps into the restaurant, is led up to the rooftop of the building, the open roof draped with vines and flowers and softly glowing mage lights. Her brothers wait at a table in the corner, the Wide stretching out below them, the bustle and sounds of the market floating up on the warm night air.

It surprises her just how nervous she is, how out of her depth she feels approaching this table. Family dinner , Percy had called it. Like it was something they’d done before, would do again. She’s not sure whether to feel hope or dread.

“Glad you could make it,” Percy says as she sits down. Roland smiles and waves before taking a sip of his wine.

Liv offers them both a smile as she sits. “Wouldn’t have missed it.” Despite her many anxieties, curiosity and hope have as ever won out here.

“You’re looking rested,” Roland says.

She glances between her brothers, especially at Percy. “And you’re looking back to normal.”

“Yes, infecting yourself with tainted blood was probably not the wisest move,” Roland says.

Percy shrugs. “I knew that Liv would solve the mystery and it would all be alright in the end.”

“Quite the gamble,” Liv says.

“Was it?” Percy cocks his head in challenge.

“If anyone saved the day, it was Roland who came in with all the answers,” she says, raising her glass to him.

Roland smiles but shakes his head. “Only because you set us in the right direction and gave us the final piece we needed.”

“Just accept the victory, Liv.”

There’s little point in arguing anyway, and she doesn’t really want to. Percy’s unwavering confidence in her has lit up something in her chest. She’s not sure when that belief in her happened, but she wants to reach for it, only she’s worried it’s somehow covered in thorns. Nothing good in her family ever arrived without the capacity for hurt, and she worries that this is no different, that somehow his unwavering belief in her might twist and curve into something that cuts and wounds.

“So…family dinner?” she asks.

“I wanted to propose sibling dinner, instead,” Roland says. “Family dinner feels too loaded.”

“And sibling dinner isn’t?”

Liv considers for a moment. “A lot more simple than saying not-evil-or-dead sibling dinner. Wait…is Cressida also in league with the two of you?”

Percy sighs. “Absolutely not.”

“Yeah, Cressida still sucks. And we’re not exactly in league…we just…messaged every now and again,” Roland explains. “This is still the first I’ve seen of anyone in years.”

“And you’re going back to Candlekeep, I assume?”

He nods. “Yes. Probably tomorrow.”

“And then?” she asks.

“And then?” he asks, glancing towards Percy for support, but Percy remains impassive.

She leans back in her chair. “I sent an awful lot of letters that got ignored before. Are sendings better?”

Roland shifts uncomfortably. “I’m sorry. It was a lot easier to be a new person in Candlekeep when I didn’t have constant reminders of home. I’d very much welcome letters or sendings from you.”

And she wishes she couldn’t relate so intimately with that. She had ignored well-meaning notes and contact from Josie when she’d first left home too. “I understand. It’s…I understand.”

Roland looks relieved. “Perhaps you could even come visit someday.”

“I’d like that.”

Percy leans forward then. “Now that we’re all settled there…I had rather hoped that you’d both help me handle the other family matters.”

It’s clear he’s not going to get into specifics here in public, but she knows what he means. Percy’s involvement with the Guild is in direct opposition to their father. And there was a time when asking her to join him would have been a dream come true. There was a time when she would have dropped everything to help him.

“You have my support, and I know if anyone can do it, you can. But I plan to leave Baldur’s Gate,” she says. And suddenly saying it aloud, telling her brothers makes it all the more real. Leaving. At last.

“Leaving? Where are you going?” Percy asks, the surprise evident on his face.

“Waterdeep first I think. And then who knows? Places with libraries and research and wherever the odd contract job might take us.”

“You and Astarion,” Roland says.

“Yes.”

“Is there anything I can say to get you to stay?” Percy asks. Her heart clenches unexpectedly, how long has she wanted someone in her family to want her around? To ask her to stay?

She shakes her head. “But if you need me, just call and I’ll be here to help you.”

“Me too,” Roland promises.

Percy nods understandingly. “Thank you.”

“And maybe we do this more often, the three of us,” she adds.

Her brothers agree. And the evening isn’t perfect. The conversation starts and stops and is at times awkward, but they persevere. And at the end of the night, she hugs them both goodbye and feels all the lighter for it. Overcoming the hurt and pain of the past will take work from them all, but this evening is a start.

She makes her way back to the Lower City, back toward the shop, toward home. As she gets closer a pale figure emerges from the darkness, all sharp angles glinting in the moonlight, as familiar to her now as this street.

“Well, how was it?” Astarion asks as he falls into step beside her, slides an arm over her shoulders.

“It was good. Hard, but good,” she says, wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

He kisses her hair. “I’m glad.”

“I told them we’re leaving the city.”

“And?”

She smiles. “Roland understands better than Percy, I think. But that makes it real, doesn’t it?”

He stops walking, catches her chin with his hand. “Very real,” he says as he kisses her.

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