#my bones. my bones are indeed turning into dust rn

[turrondeluxe]

rewatched tmnt 2007 and got reminded on how i thought they were in their mid twenties for the longest time

[geltears]

Please for the love of all things good in this world, make a part 2 or something to your “Color Coded” Drabble!!! Enxjejjjddjr it just made my day so much better

stepping stones

pt.2 of color coded Rindou Haitani x Reader

a/n: I was supposed to post this sooner but I'm rly busy rn

Rindou lets his pride slip just a bit

This time, Rindou meets you in the elevator. Specifically, he held the elevator open for you while you struggled to eat a pastry that he recognized from the bakery down the road that you frequent, and walk. He eyes you— studies your makeup and the low bun up-do you have your hair in— then the bakery bag in your hand. You shuffle your bags briefly, constantly refusing his help that makes him bite back a laugh because you really do look like you're struggling but no. Finally, once you've looped your laptop bag and your purse around your wrist in a way that makes Rindou think back to his bone-breaking days as he wonders if your hand should bend like that, you extend a small pastry bag in his direction.

He stares at it for a moment, only taking it when you nudge the bag towards him again. "What is it?" He has to ask because he has absolutely no idea how to differentiate these pastries, they all look like puffs stuffed with cream and fruits to him. You mumble something of a name, that still sounds just like things stuffed with cream and fruits and drizzled in chocolate, before you turn to dig into your purse. When you turn your head again, you're met with the sight of Rindou stuffing his face with a pastry that is indeed filled with cream but he seems to be enjoying it (though, you cannot really tell because he still has that blank expression on his face) while he dusts the crumbs off his suit. You find something about the sight endearing and for a moment a compliment of some sort sits on the tip of your tongue before you bite it, very literally, and end up rubbing your cheek softly.

The elevator stops and when he makes no move to get off, you leave him there, too caught up in sweets to realize and now he has to wait a few more minutes to thank you.

It's your lunch break when Rindou saunters into your office, his manner of walking like those men that know very well that they have authority and that the snap of their finger alone can signal death, destruction or anything they want, and he's already decided that he will go with Ran's plan today. He walks to the chair, sits, stares at the two laundry bags hung on the wall and thinks. Come weekend, there is a charity event being held by some congressman whose name was too long and too strangely spelt for him to bother remembering. He remembers you stuttering a few times as you tried to pronounce the name, only to find for yourself that it really was impossible to pronounce.

"Oh—!” goes your sudden yelp of surprise upon seeing him in the supposed-to-be-empty room. Rindou tilts his head to meet your eyes and when he sees you standing frozen (and clutching your chest in an attempt to come down from the shock), he thinks, this is exactly how you— or anyone— should act in the presence of someone that's caused so much chaos. But the thought only lasts as long as you take to breathe (which is not very long) and then you're walking towards him with that calm, cool demeanor that you usually do and he wonders if you know how much he loves it. "Are you ok?" he half whispers.

You nod but Rindou doesn't miss the slight wobble in your step. He's almost sure that you broke your heel— or twisted your ankle, perhaps both. "The suit.." you quickly say, desperately trying to change the topic, "...and the dress, I picked them up this morning." He nods, his eyes darting between you and the dress that's hanging on the wall as he reaches out to run his fingers along the lace. "Do you like it— the dress, do you like the design?" he asks. You blink, stare, he wants to touch your shoulder, whisper something to calm you down but he finds himself stunned as well.

"I do, it's beautiful. I like...the color, mostly."

He takes a few steps back, as if to give you room to breathe, even though you've already smoothened your skirt out and pressed your lips into a line so thin, he fears thinks you might not talk to him anymore. You've gone mute. For a moment the office sits in comfortable silence, until you finally sigh and swallow hard before you speak. He waits, expectantly. "Well...it's a pretty dress, for a pretty girl? I didn't know you had a date to the event," you mumble, your voice falling low as if to keep your words secret. Not that it's any of my business, you want to add.

He hums softly, and when he turns, he gives you a small smile of his own that makes you realize how rarely you see your boss smile but now- you think, he should do it more often. "Mhm, you are very pretty, y/n."

[mr-and-mr-diaz]

Late again! Sorry about that, I am moving apartments rn, and it's taking up precious writing (and editing) time. Next week might be a tad delayed as well, but I dearly hope not!

For those of you wondering how the hell I plan to finish this story in one chapter, the answer is that I will be finishing an arc in the next chapter, and there will be a part two that wraps up the entire story. Enjoy! ❤️

M/M Romance, Arranged Marriage  - Also available on AO3

Chapter 9: A Fine Young Man

PREVIEW: I smiled at him, reaching for his hand. “I will set up a meeting with you two post-haste.”

I didn’t hail a ride, opting instead to walk home with my thoughts. I didn’t know how I could make this right. Margaret and Billy needed someone who would do right by them, there was no doubting, and Henry…

But that train of thought would get me nowhere. I would soon find myself overwhelmed and out of sorts. So what could I do? I had to keep looking. Surely there was someone, somewhere who could--

“Oy!”

I crashed directly into someone and landed on my ass in a hedge. I looked up in confusion to see a young man, perhaps a mite shorter than I was, in a fine dove coat and silk breaches. He looked down at me, the pain and confusion on his face quickly turning to concern.

“Oh, I say, sir, are you alright? You look utterly out of sorts.” His face was kind, and he was handsome, certainly more than me, fine-boned with light blue eyes. He reached down a hand to help me up. “What’s gone and happened to put such a sour look on your face on a beautiful day like this?”

I reached for his hand and he pulled me up. He had a firm grip, and once upright, I realized I was wrong. He was taller than I by mere inches. He had a graceful, willowy frame, and his clothes were expensive and had been tailored well to suit him.

“Sir?” He waved a hand in front of my face and it was then that I realized I had done nothing but stare at him while he fussed over me kindly. “Sir, are you alright, should I call a physician?”

I quickly mussed up a smile. “No, no need. I was simply lost in my thoughts. I truly apologize, Sir--”

He smiled kindly, shaking my hand. “Sir Oliver Metley. And you are…?”

Metley! The Marquis of Metley’s son! No one had seen hide nor hair of him in years, assuming he was forever lost to life on the continent. And now he was… Oh, yes indeed. I beamed at him. “Sir Philip Mallory at your service. The pleasure is mine! I apologize again for dusting up your suit, and what a fine one it is, Sir Metley!”

He laughed. “Oliver, please. And worry not, a bit of dusting isn’t enough to hurt me and you seem troubled. You’ll forgive me if I’m being presumptuous, as I’m essentially new here, but I can’t walk past such a troubled face without at least trying: Would you perhaps find ease by speaking your mind with a concerned stranger, Sir Mallory?”

This man was too genteel for words. He certainly put me to shame. He was kind, handsome, charitable…

Perhaps, he would do very nicely indeed. “Please, call me Philip. I believe that would be a balm, if it isn’t too much trouble. Would you be interested in taking coffee with me?”

He nodded and followed me to a coffee shop I knew of at the end of the lane.

We were soon seated and served. I observed carefully how Oliver treated the wait-staff. He was curious and grateful, didn’t flirt, but was polite to the serving girl. It seemed as though this man had fallen straight from the heavens!

I cleared my throat. “What brings you to town so suddenly, Oliver? No one has seen hide nor hair of the son or the Marquis of Metley for donkey’s years, and yet here you are!”

Oliver smiled with a bit of a sad grin. “I was touring the mainland. A fascinating project caught my eye--the origin of medicinal plants and how they can be better cultivated to make them more affordable, so that even the common man could afford them--and I got rather carried away. Next thing I knew, a letter arrived from my father while I was in the middle of the forests of Dor chopping leaves, and told me to head back home before I became an incorrigible bachelor and no one wanted to marry me.” He laughed, seeming embarrassed. “I tend to get obsessed, see. And science truly leaves me lost for words at how…” he trailed off, eyeing me, a light pink tinging his cheeks. “But of course, this would not interest you. I apologize.”  

He was right, it did not interest me. But I suspected Henry might not mind a few hours of this. “Please don’t worry, Oliver. The least I could do after knocking you about in the streets is endure a bit of science.”

He grinned at me. “Much as I appreciate your generosity of spirit, I’d be interested to hear about what is troubling you, if you are still interested in sharing.”

I nodded. “As a matter of fact I would. And it seems predestined that we, ah, bump into each other today. You see, I have a dear friend of mine who is also in the market to be wedded. He is looking for someone who is kind and intelligent and he has yet to find just the one.” I took a sip of coffee. “I should premise this with the fact that he is not of the nobility, but he has funds to spare and is a force to be reckoned with. I believe you are both very aligned in your wishes to do better for the common man. Would you be interested in meeting him?”

As I described him, I saw Oliver’s eyes spark with interest. “Yes, very much so!” He chuckled. “Lord knows I have enough noble blood for two, and my connections could help his efforts, and his funds mine!” His words could be considered calculating if his face and tone carried anything but curiosity and excitement.

I smiled at him, reaching for his hand. “I will set up a meeting with you two post-haste.”

***

“...For the longest time, it was believed that the tiny hairs on the leaves were a sign of poison, but in fact, those tiny hairs are used to collect rainwater and the plant is utterly harmless! Very good for stomach pains as well, and very easy to grow!” Oliver was gesticulating excitedly to Henry about his adventures. Henry regarded Oliver with interest as he spoke and he seemed genuinely delighted in Oliver’s company. “Until now, feverfew was the only remedy for such an ailment, but as you know, feverfew is dreadfully expensive and difficult to cultivate. With this new plan, there would not be a soul in all the country left with a headache or stomach ache, be they kings or street urchins!”

“Incredible that you were able to find such a thing.” Henry’s eyes twinkled.

He was not the only one looking at Oliver with warm regard. Edmond, whom I had also invited to this luncheon to further ease the meeting, was watching Oliver carefully, but didn’t interrupt the prospective couple���s conversation. “You’ve outdone yourself this time, Philip.” Edmond observed. “Truly in every possible way, Sir Metley is a fine man and matches what Henry is looking for.”

I nodded, feeling a small quake in my stomach that I quickly blanched. “He deserves the best, and I believe Oliver is as good as it gets. I can still barely believe my luck that I all but ran him over in the streets. Henry will be well taken care of. ”

“And Margaret and Billy.”

I turned to him. “So you do know.”

Edmond turned to me. “Who do you think helped him locate her all those years ago? And Mrs. Blethely is a relation of our housekeeper, which is how we knew she could be trusted.”

I nodded dumbly. Of course Edmond had been involved. I assumed he and Henry had met only after Henry had gone to college.

“Regardless, I think you’ve done well this time round, young Philip, and I expect to see news in the papers soon.” Edmond turned back toward Oliver, his eyes hooded. “Be it that I could compete with Henry’s fortune… But that is no matter. They are already getting along splendidly.” He turned to me. “What say we leave them alone together to get better acquainted?”

I nodded and stood reluctantly, addressing Henry and Oliver. “Well, I must be off. Edmond, won’t you be so kind as to escort me home? I believe my father would like to make your acquaintance. He’s been interested in meeting you ever since I mentioned the, ah, noble thing of… Well, no matter.” I offered Edmond my arm, inwardly cursing myself.

Edmond, smiling at my word vomit, rose and grasped it gently. “But of course, Philip.” He turned to Henry. “I trust you will take good care of Sir Metley in our absence?”

Henry’s eyes turned from Edmond, to me, and went back to regarding Edmond. He nodded. “Of course.”

“Well then, this has been a pleasure.” Edmond tightened his hold on my arm and made to move away.

“It was a pleasure seeing you again, Phillip.” Oliver turned to me, his genuine smile so disarming, I had to smile back. “And… It was good to see you again as well, Edmond.”

Edmond’s face froze. Mechanically he turned back to the table, looking at anyone but Oliver. “Yes… The pleasure… is all mine.” He all but yanked me behind him out of the tea shop.

Edmond did not open his mouth for the rest of the ride home, and though I wanted to ask him what had been the cause of the tension, he seemed averse to answering any questions I had and I didn’t know him well enough to pry without seeming like little more than a busybody or gossip. So I took pity on him and spoke of mundanities until he seemed able to shake himself out of his dark mood. By the time we arrived at my home, he was almost himself again.

“Are you quite sure you wouldn’t want me to accompany you inside to meet your father and discuss the…” Edmond deliberately let his tone trail teasingly, waiting for me to again fill in the blank I had left open.

“Oh sod off home. Besides, you know well enough that you would find little satisfaction meeting my father to discuss anything.”

Edmond grinned one last time, and it was so carefree that I almost forgot that moments ago he had been despondent and withdrawn.

“And, uh, Edmond.” He turned to me, a look of caution in his eye. “I don’t wish to bring back unpleasant memories, and I know we don’t know each other entirely so well, and your impression of me is, well, shabby at best, but… If you are looking for someone to confide in, I would be honored to listen to whatever is troubling you.”

He smiled slightly. “With such a rousing self-recommendation, it’s a wonder I don’t have Percival park the carriage now and sit down to tea and talk.” He winked at me. “However, this particular issue is one better left in the past. No use digging it up again. Take care, Philip.” With that, he rapped on the coach and disappeared back behind the window as it rattled down the road.

[teacupfulofstarshine]

living in the real world (ain’t it fun) CHAPTER 2

*rolls up six months late with starbucks* PLEASE ENJOY THIS UPDATE I LOVE YOU ALL 

WORD COUNT: ~3569

TW: anxiety attacks, arguing, brief mentions of physical injury

also available on ao3! the link will be the first thing in the notes since tumblr is glitching out rn 

“So, let me get this straight.”

“Impossible. We’re not straight.”

Thomas blinks at Roman. “You – all of you are gay?”

“Thomas, we’re pieces of you. We have the exact same . . . romantic tendencies as you,” Logan explains. For how explosive he seems to be wherever Roman is concerned, Logan has been incredibly patient with Thomas. All three of them have, even though they’re clearly exactly as stressed-out and uncomfortable as he is.

“Okay, so, rephrase: let me get this gay then. You three –” Thomas makes a weird gesture that he hopes encapsulates the sentiment of “whatever-the-fuck-is-going-on-right-here”. Logan raises an eyebrow, Roman tilts his head in confusion, and Patton just smiles.

“You’re all different elements of my personality, given a form and an independent consciousness.”

“Indeed!” Roman exclaims.

“Okay, but . . . I have so many questions.”

“Which is to be expected. We promise to answer them to the best of our abilities, Thomas,” Logan reassures. Thomas looks at him again, eyes wide and earnest behind his glasses.

“Are there any more of you?”

Logan starts to respond, but Roman cuts him off with a flippant hand gesture. “Well, I certainly hope not!” Thomas feels an uneasy anger build in his chest, and it confuses him.

“What Roman means, kiddo, is that no, we’re not the only sides of your personality that exist in that head of yours!” Patton laughs. “But for the time being, we do appear to be the only ones who’ve manifested in the real world.”

“And that is a good thing, Thomas, believe me! We three are the core aspects of your personality – we are the most important ones. The others are . . . unsavory, to say the least.”

“What . . . what are you talking about?”

Roman lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “They’re the dark sides, Thomas!”

Logan rolls his eyes. “What Roman is trying to say, despite his penchant for unnecessary theatrics, is that the other aspects of your personality are often problematic. All of us act in the way that we think is best for you, but their methods are . . . unorthodox, to put it mildly, and often tend to disrupt your daily life.”

“They mess everything up! Especially Anxiety,” Roman says, and the sheer derisive disgust with which he says anxiety sends a terrified shiver down Thomas’s spine. “That asshole never lets me do anything! That’s the whole reason that our evening last night was cut short – because he–”

“Language, Roman,” Patton says. “And be a little nicer to him! He just wants to protect Thomas.”

“From what, living his life? Honestly, I’m glad he’s not here. I hate dealing with him.”

Thomas feels the weird ball of anger in his chest melt instantly. It’s replaced with a cold, quiet feeling that he can’t really identify, but it makes him feel uncomfortable and out of place in his own house. He doesn’t like that feeling, and rather than dwelling on it, he focuses on Logan.

“I’m sure that you have more questions,” Logan prompts gently. “I would be happy to answer them.”

Thomas’s next question is significantly lacking in any sort of tact, but he can’t help blurting it out. “How come they’re adults and you’re not?”

Logan’s face contorts into a pained grimace. Thomas half-expects the little throbbing angry-vein thing that shows up in B-roll anime to appear on his temple. “Contrary to my physical appearance,” he grinds out, gritting his teeth, “I am twenty-nine years of age, just like you.”

“But you look like I did when I was in high school.”

“I . . . am aware.”

“I’m so confused.”

“Well, maybe it has something to do with when you first started needing us,” Patton muses.

“I didn’t even know you existed until thirty minutes ago!”

“Not consciously, but we’ve been in your head the whole time! I’ve been around since the very beginning – even little babies have emotions, right?”

“Y-yeah, I – I guess that makes sense.”

“I first took hold when you were a preschooler,” Roman explains. It’s weird to Thomas to hear his voice coming from Roman – it’s weird from all of them, but Roman is doing some kind of accent thing that’s making it very difficult to focus on the words coming out of his mouth. “You were very imaginative as a child, Thomas! I had a lot of control back then!”

He glares at Logan. “Then the Microsoft Nerd here showed up, and I got kicked out of my spot!”

“Falsehood,” Logan counters. “Even before I had form, I was there within Thomas to an extent. It is not as though I just materialized one day.”

“Oh, but it is! I woke up one morning and there you were, standing there with your glasses and your necktie and your holier-than-thou-I’m-always-right attitude and –”

“That’s rich, coming from you, you self-besotted, stuck up, head-in-the-clouds –”

Thomas feels a familiar headache building behind his eyes, pressing at them like they’re going to pop out of his sockets and roll across the floor, hammering at his forehead and temples like the bone is going to shatter and let all of the turmoil inside him come spilling out into the real world.

As he watches Logan and Roman get increasingly agitated, he considers the possibility that it already has.

“Kiddos, it’s time to stop now,” Patton says, but neither one of them can hear him. the headache worsens. Thomas drops his head into his hands. There’s a strange feeling building up in his chest – not anger, but exasperation, covering something desperate and needy that’s begging everyone to stop stop stop stopstopstopstop –

“Stop it!” Thomas snaps, shoving the heels of his palms into his eyes so hard he sees phosphenes dance across the resounding darkness. “Stop fighting, stop yelling, just stop it!”

And they do.

Thomas lifts his head from his hands, startled by the sudden silence, to see Roman and Logan, staring at each other, still angry but silent. Both of their mouths are open, like they were in the middle of saying something, but neither one is making a single sound.

“I . . . did not expect that to work.”

Logan shuts his mouth (although it looks painful, like he has to force it) and turns away from Roman. “Apologies, Thomas,” he says quietly. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, but . . . geez, my head is killing me,” he groans. Patton worriedly presses a hand to Thomas’s forehead, like he’s checking for a fever or something. His hands are soft and surprisingly warm.

“A headache will not be identified or cured like that, Patton,” Logan says.

“Like we need that information right now,” Roman mutters. Logan glares at him. Roman moves his hand like he’s going to flip Logan off, catches the expression on Patton’s face, and reconsiders.

“Guys, I’m okay, really, I just . . . my head,” Thomas says. “It . . . it hurts. Do you two always fight like that?” “We get into the occasional argument,” Logan says with a noncommittal shrug.

“Occasional?” Roman laughs. “We have more arguments than there are days in a year, pocket protector!” Logan bristles at the nickname, snatching a decorative pillow off the bed and hurling it at Roman. The pillow falls onto the ground, neatly halved, as Roman brandishes a sword at Logan. It’s long and shiny and silver, and it looks kind of like a katana. Logan yelps and scrambles backwards.

Thomas feels an unfamiliar panic spike through his whole system. He wants to curl into a ball and hide, even though he doesn’t really think Roman will stab him. He doesn’t really think Roman will stab Logan, either, for that matter. Still, he feels as though he is going to die – even if Roman doesn’t stab him, the terror welling in his chest will crush his heart to dust.

“Roman, what the fuck?” “Language!” Patton snaps. “And Roman, kiddo, put the sword away!”

Roman wiggles the sword menacingly at Logan. “Roman, stop it!” Logan squeaks, voice cracking in the middle of his sentence. His face is pink, and Thomas winces a little, remembering the visceral embarrassment of his voice doing that in high school. Another spike of anxiety has him doubling over a little, curling slightly into the fetal position and clutching at his chest, right over his heart.

“Oh.”

“Kiddo, put the sword down!” Patton reiterates, standing between Logan and Roman with his arms spread out. “You can’t just stab Logan because he said something mean! And you can’t just say mean stuff, Logan!”

“I didn’t even say anything!” Logan protests, wincing as his voice breaks again. “The pillow couldn’t hurt him anyway!”

“Guys, please,” Thomas groans, and all three of them turn instantly. “Just – the sword, it – put it – I –”

He feels an inexplicable panic surging up in his chest, rapidly flooding all of his senses, constricting his breathing, causing little black spots to dance in his field of vision. Before he can properly focus on trying to stave off his impending panic attack, he feels it start to ebb all on its own.

It doesn’t get far.

Thomas can faintly feel his chest heaving in large, panicked breaths and faintly hear Patton trying to talk to him and faintly see Logan and Roman watching him with horror and concern smeared equally and identically across their faces, but he can’t focus on any external stimuli. The only thing that he can concentrate on is the strange tug-of-war of panic within his chest as he grows more anxious and then less anxious and then more anxious and then less anxious without any conscious input at all.

Gradually, the panic recedes far enough that he can feel warm hands on his face and hear Patton’s voice, which is shaky despite his calm tone. “Thomas, kiddo, you have to breathe. You’re okay, everything is okay – Roman put his sword away, see? Everything is okay. You just have to breathe, Thomas, can you do that for me? I know Logan was doing some counts for you earlier, do you need him to do those again? Can you hear me, Thomas?”

Thomas manages to lift his head and meet Patton’s eyes, which are exactly the same as his but somehow still wildly different. “There you are,” Patton says, and his tone would be patronizing coming from anyone else, but Thomas can’t process it as anything but comforting. “You’re gonna be just fine, Thomas, okay?”

He manages a stiff, shaky nod. “Good! That’s good. Do you want me to count the breathing exercise out for you again?” Thomas nods again. “Okay. I’m going to put my hand on your thigh, alright, Thomas? I’m going to put my hand on your thigh and I’m going to tap out the counts, and I want you to breathe with me. Here we go. Are you ready?”

It hurts, at first, following the breathing exercise. The panic has an icy vise grip around his heart, and his ribs ache every time his chest expands. He’s hyperventilating, he discovers, and apparently has been for a while now, because it’s difficult for him to get enough breath in his chest to make it past the first count of four. He notices Patton wincing when he tries to breathe, but he just keeps counting. “It’s okay, Thomas. Just keep trying, okay kiddo? In for four, here we go. One . . . two . . . three . . . it’s okay, we’ll try again, yeah?”

It takes ten minutes for Thomas to get enough breath to complete one cycle of the breathing exercise, but once he gets that first cycle complete it’s easy to keep going until he’s breathing normally again, uncurling his body and flexing his stiff muscles. “Sorry, he croaks, wincing at how shitty his voice sounds. “I’m – I don’t know what –”

“No harm done, kiddo!” Patton says brightly, if slightly strained. “As long as you’re okay now, right?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Thomas looks at Logan and Roman. Roman’s sword is nowhere to be seen, but he looks absolutely distraught. “Roman, I –”

“I am so sorry, Thomas!” Roman wails. “I – I truly did not intend to cause you distress, especially not such a severe level! My sword is intended only to protect you, never to harm you! I – I’m so – I’m sorry, Thomas, I didn’t – I never meant to – I – I’m so sorry!”

Thomas is shocked, and more than a little concerned. “Roman, it’s – it’s okay. I’m not sure why I panicked either, it’s not like I actually believed you were gonna skewer me or whatever. You’re okay, I’m not mad. It’s okay, Roman.”

Roman sniffles, scrubbing at his eyes and smearing tears all over his face. Thomas wonders briefly if he looks this ugly when he cries. “Are you – are you sure? That was an intense panic I drove you into, and if I had known that would be the result I never would have –”

“Roman, I believe you.” Thomas stands up, stretching his legs out before crossing the room and opening his arms. “What – what are you doing?”

“I’m hugging you. Come here, Roman.”

“Wh-why are you –”

“Roman, come here and let me hug you,” Thomas says. Roman shuffles into his arms stiffly, but the second Thomas’s arms settle around his waist and shoulder he relaxes, hugging him back tightly. Hugging Roman is drastically different from hugging Patton – Roman is broad and muscular, and he smells kind of like a weird amalgamation of every scent Thomas has every found to be particularly attractive. Even though Thomas is ostensibly comforting Roman, he can’t help but feel safe in his arms, as though nothing can touch him, as though he is protected from the world.

Roman’s arms are strong and warm, a heavy, comforting weight around him. “I’m sorry, Thomas,” Roman murmurs. “I would never harm you – and I would never harm Logan, either. Or Patton.”

“I believe you, Roman, don’t worry,” Thomas soothes.

Roman pulls away from the hug and turns back to Logan. “My . . . apologies, Logan. I suppose that what I did was . . . was not exactly the best course of action.”

“It is fine,” Logan says, only slightly stiffly. Roman opens his arms for a hug, but Logan takes a step backward and extends his hand. Roman stares at it for a moment before shaking it.

“Well, this has been a wonderful learning curve, but I need to eat food,” Thomas says. A thought occurs to him. “Do you guys . . . need to eat?”

“Need to eat? No, we don’t,” Logan says.

“But we like to!” Patton adds. “And I can cook pretty darn well!”

“I still do not know how that is possible, considering that Thomas’s cooking skills are . . .” Logan hesitates, like he doesn’t want to insult Thomas, before settling on, “mediocre at best.” He looks at Thomas quickly out of the corner of his eyes, like he’s worried that he’s insulted him.

Thomas shrugs. “I mean . . . fair, Logan.”

Patton nods excitedly. “I’ll make breakfast!” he says. “I can make scrambled eggs and pancakes and –” He keeps talking, listing off different breakfast foods, while Roman nods along in agreement and Logan quietly points out which options are infeasible. Thomas heads for the kitchen, figuring he should probably figure out what all he actually has in his fridge.

He makes it to the top of the stairs before realizing that he cannot go any further. He tries to take the first step down the staircase, but it’s as though he’s slammed into some kind of wall – he can’t actually move. “Um, guys?” Patton steps into the hallway. “Yeah, kiddo?” The second that Patton’s foot crosses the threshold into the hallway, the hard barrier dissolves, and Thomas falls forward down the stairs. He hits another barrier before he gets very far, but then Patton is running down the hallway and the wall dissolves again and Thomas goes flying down the stairs.

He collapses into a tangled heap of limbs and bruises at the foot of the stairs. The breath is knocked clean out of his body, and it takes several seconds of gasping like a fish yanked out of water before he gets his breath back.

“Thomas!” There are gentle hands on his shoulder now, helping to unfold him and lay him out flat on his back. “Thomas, what happened? Did you trip? Did you hit your head, are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Pat . . .” Thomas groans. He can still feel all his limbs, and he can feel his head – more accurately, he can feel the massive bruise forming on the back of it. “There . . . there was something that kept me from going down the stairs. I couldn’t . . . I couldn’t move past it.” “What? There wasn’t anything like that when I was on the stairs!”

Thomas can hear the pounding of footsteps on the stairs as Roman and Logan come running. “Patton, what happened to Thomas? Is he okay?”

“Of course he’s not okay, Roman, he fell down the stairs!”

Before either of them can come to blows again, Thomas sits up, holding his head. “I’m okay, guys. I need an ice pack, but I . . . I think I’m okay.”

“You should get tested for a concussion,” Logan says worriedly.

“Is it really that bad?” Roman demands.

“I don’t know! But if it is, Thomas needs to go to the hospital.” Logan crouches in front of Thomas, holding a finger up in front of his face. “Thomas, follow my finger with your eyes, okay?” He moves his index finger slowly back and forth, and Thomas dutifully flicks his gaze left and right after it.

“Good, Thomas, that’s good. Now, I am going to ask a series of questions to test your cognitive faculties. Answer them to the best of your ability. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” 

“What is your first name?” “Thomas.” “What is your last name?”

“Sanders.”

“Where are you right now?”

“I’m in my house . . .” “What is my name?”

“Logan.”

Logan pulls Thomas’s phone out of his pocket and shines the flashlight in his eyes. Thomas winces at the bright light in his eyes, but Logan seems satisfied. “Your pupils are dilating properly,” he hums. “I do not believe that you are concussed.”

“Wouldn’t we feel if Thomas was concussed?” Patton asks. “We felt when he went down the stairs.” This is when Thomas notices that Patton is rubbing the back of his head, exactly where Thomas can feel the throbbing pain of a bruise, and Logan is holding his left wrist as though is aches just like Thomas’s does, and Roman is wincing as he stretches his legs out.

“You guys felt that?”

“We didn’t know what was happening,” Patton says, “but we all felt a lot of pain in our arms and legs and head, so I wasn’t surprised when I saw that you had fallen down the stairs. I was concerned, sure, but not surprised.”

Thomas reaches over and pinches Logan’s forearm. He doesn’t pinch hard enough to hurt, but he pinches hard enough for Logan to jump and let out a startled yelp. And just as he’d suspected, Patton and Roman both jump and yelp as well. Thomas himself shivers, feeling a pinch on his left forearm exactly where he’d pinched Logan.

“Thomas!” Logan shrieks, scrambling away from him. “What was the purpose of that?”

“I felt that,” Thomas says.

“What?”

“When I pinched you, I felt my own arm pinch. In the exact same place, Logan.”

Logan’s face shifts from betrayed and pained to curious and eager in a heartbeat. “Really? So you would feel if I did this?” Without hesitation, he whirls around and socks Roman in the arm, a little harder than is perhaps strictly necessary. Roman shrieks and shoves Logan in retaliation; he falls onto his back with a soft thump.

“Yep!” Thomas wheezes. “Felt both of those!”

“Fascinating,” Logan muses, not even bothering to sit up. “Whatever you feel, we feel, and whatever we feel, you feel?”

“Well, yeah, why wouldn’t that be the case? You’re all parts of me, aren’t you?”

Logan starts muttering to himself, waving his hands absently in the air. Thomas sucks in a shaky breath as glowing blue lines appear in the wake of Logan’s fingers, forming themselves into words and numbers and weird, complicated-looking diagrams. “Uh . . . Logan?”

Logan, apparently, does not hear him. “Logan?” he repeats. Logan looks up, blinking at him through one of the diagrams hovering in the air. “Yes, Thomas?” “What . . . what are those?”

“What? Oh, these? They happen all the time. They’re a literal representation of your thought process.”

“I thought you were the literal representation of my thought process?!” “No, I’m the literal representation of your ability to think. Confusing, I know, but different things nonetheless. They’re not strictly necessary, they just help me organize new information.”

Logan blushes. “Plus, I . . . think they look kind of cool.”

“Nerd,” Roman mutters, but there’s a teasing smile on his face. It doesn’t stop Logan from lightly punching him in the arm again, but the force of the blow is significantly lighter.

“So!” Patton grins, clapping his hands together. “Pancakes?”

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Masterpost of Padfoot’s OCs

This is long because I have a LOT of pets... So I’m gonna put it under a read more. Including their current customizations/any artwork associated with them. Going to group them by character storyline, starting with my one-offs. AKA not really developed characters set by themselves or with one or two other pets.

Stand Alones/No Real Character Development/Need to work on:

Amethystira aka Sis. Affectionately called my Queen of Bones. Sis was adopted as a baby xweetok and started being trained for the BD back when the obelisk was starting to be whispered about. She had a character along with some other baby pets I had but I scrapped them all but hers, adopted out the three other babies and morphed her into a pirate draik. Then I was sick of looking at her as a pirate draik so I painted her green. Then I realized I didn’t actually like draiks so I started zapping. Then the lab decreased a few of her stats. I didn't want to waste NP so I started fucking around in DTI and customized a Transparent Blum and decided I needed her. She’s also my booktastic books pet and will eventually be my gourmet pet. She doesn’t have an actual character yet, unfortunately. 

Current HSD: 1735 Currently training: Defence, supplementing with FQCs. Booktastic Books read: 138/161 JN Estimated Cost to Complete: 36,760,000 NP

Alaeri. I got Alaeri from Happy Zappers (idk if they even exist anymore, but they were like ZYDP) on April 4th 2013. I really love chocolate pets. Back when Neoschool was a thing here on the Neotag, Alaeri was a small part of it, but she doesn’t really have a character. Just that she’s a laid-back, outdoorsy lesbian. That’s literally it.

Efflie. I created Efflie 5 years ago and used an FFQ on her. I love aishas, I love chocolate pets. Her homepage is also home to the UC Trading Guide /~Efflie. She’s Alaeri’s girlfriend. But she’s more uptight and prissy. And that’s about it for her character.

Axella. I created a custom for a halloween guild challenge and fell so in love with it, I had to create her. I adopted Axella recently after seeing him UFA and shot off a quick NM app. He needs a gender change which I’m too lazy to send him to another account rn, but he’ll get it. Aside from that, no character at all.

Oracle Story Line

Oracle is being totally reworked right now. It was originally a storyline that I worked on with my friend Jezza who had a place called New Earth with her OCs. Oracle was founded by New Earth scientists on a planet far-yet sorta close by- and terraformed. Things went south in New Earth and all communication was cut off from Oracle. Oracle flourished for a quite some time and then had a crash in their stock market which prompted a civil war. When the dust cleared, Oracle was seized by the four remaining wealthiest families who promised to rebuild Oracle into her former glory. Unfortunately, they did not and they split Oracle into four quadrants to be headed by each family. Ravaged by the civil war and now basically a dictatorship with each quadrant ruled by a family, a rebellion begins to form by a group of the citizens, held up by two idealistic young adults. After nearly 30 years of fighting what seems to be a losing battle, these two adults are captured, tried for crimes against the land and executed. Their only child, a daughter who ran away in her teen years, is now called upon by the remaining rebels to become the new face of the resistance and give hope to the remaining members.

I’m reworking this with some friends to be set in a Neopian-centric land. I think what we’re going to do is make Oracle a province of Moltara, since it’s a steampunk post apocalyptic setting, and we’ll work in the Oracle lore with Neopia lore.

Drisit. I’ve had Drisit for longer than my 6 year old daughter has been alive. When I was pregnant with Lily, I got REALLY back into Neopets. I used to frequent the gifting boards back then (they were a lot different than they are now) and at the time, I really liked white xweetoks. So a user, who’s UN I still remember, gifted me Drisit. (I was able to later repay her by gifting her a female rb draik) Drisit is the pet that inspired me to create neo OCs and start doing art of my pets.

Drisit is the daughter of the fallen rebel leaders. As a child, she was trained in fighting by her father and in advanced military tactics by her mother. They groomed her essentially to take over the rebellion when she was old enough. Resisting their demands, Drisit ran away at sixteen years old. She survived on the streets, but just barely. For the poor, Oracle is a very hard place to live. But it gave her street smarts, sharpened her reaction time and many other things. After hearing of her parents death, Drisit returns to her childhood home to find it vacant. After a few days of staying there, mourning, the rebels made contact with her, asking her to return, to be the new face of the rebellion. Conflicted about it, Drisit does return and quickly finds herself as the head of the rebellion.

Symblor. I adopted Symblor from an UFQA board. She’s getting a complete customization overhaul. Depending on how the steampunk aisha looks, she may get that or she may just be painted silver. 

Symblor is Drisit’s right hand woman. She was sold by her parents to a group of bandits at a young age for drug money. After being put through many many horrors she was found by Drisit’s father near death. Drisit’s father was able to essentially keep her alive by turning her into a cyborg. The government that rules Oracle has outlawed cybernetic enhancements so it’s very hard for her to find replacement parts when her rudimentary parts given by Drisit’s father start to fail. She’s terrified of being caught, tried for treason and executed, so she’s mostly behind the scenes. Very intelligent and cunning, Symblor devises most of the rebel attacks/missions. She’s the one who contacted Drisit after her parents death and the two became quick friends. She’s a few years younger than Drisit.

V5S aka V. V was another UFQA acquisition. I love chocolate pets a lot. They’re fun to draw :3

V was an orphan found as a young child by an elderly couple who owned a bakery in Oracle. The bakery was passed down through the family and was once very prosperous many many years ago. Now, however, it is quite run down although V still provides treats when she can through illicit means (stealing stuff so she doesn’t always sell stale bread lawls) V is quite the risk taker and mostly uses her bakery as a front for the rebels to have meetings in her basement. She’s also the one in contact with Ave’s palace being the go between with Ave and Drisit (more on Ave later). She’s also skilled in medicine and often patches up the rebels after a skirmish. Her character needs much development however.

messr_m00ny aka Moony. I created Moony before the conversions. He was always destined to be a werelupe like his namesake, Remus Lupin. I took a hiatus before conversions and came back and unfortunately, had not painted him before then. Eventually I just sucked it up, despite preferring the UC version and made him into the werelupe he was always meant to be.

Moony is one half of a bandit duo. He’s the talkative, charming one. Growing up on the outskirts near the roughest part of Oracle, he had to steal and conive to survive. Although he has a way with the ladies, often seducing them for information, he is indeed very gay. Depending on how steampunk lupes look, he may get a repaint. Unsure.

Trelm was a stuck pet. I adopted him and painted him Stealthy myself. He’s the second half of the bandit duo and Moony partner, both in crime and romantically.

Trelm used to be a wisecracking, never serious, always jolly type. Despite having it hard growing up, he tried to hold onto a positive outlook. He and Moony found each other as young teens, orphans who grew up on the streets of Oracle. The two were always out for adventure, getting into scraps and fights, stealing, all sorts of illicit things to survive. And they were fairly good at it as well.

Until they met with the wrong group of raiders. After a fight that they nearly lost, Trelm had his throat cut and vocal chords severed. With some quick thinking, Moony got his partner to the bakery he had heard of where the  owner was able to save lives. After this, Moony decided for the two of them they were done with their banditry ways and were talked into joining the rebels by V. Trelm is now mute. He’s petpage also hosts the UC/BD trading guide, /~Trelm.

Iramkayim aka Iram. Iram is a funny story. A long long time ago, I came up with a character set in Oracle for an UC Grey Lupe that I was applying for. The owner eventually disappeared and I still stalked the Lupe for years. I saw him on a new account and apparently, the old owner had returned and traded at some point. Into a permanent home *sad face*

So a few months ago, I happened across a user adopting out their UCs. It was the lupes owner! He wasn't one of the ones that were UFA but I mailed the owner and told her I had applied for him and was wondering if she would be willing to trade. Instead, she offered to let me adopt! I was over the fucking moon. I had loved and watched this lupe afar for six or seven years.

Well. Long story short, he was from a compromised account, TNT reversed the adoption and the real owner got him back. Which is bittersweet. I’m glad she got her accounts/pets back, but he was once again in a permanent home.

So I started rethinking things. The character I made was very tragic, which is why I wanted an UC Grey Lupe. They are sad. But then, after thinking about it, while his character is tragic he’s ready to fight. Mostly because of revenge. So I decided on an UC Mutant Lupe cos they’re designs are fucking awesome.

So meet Lieutenant Iram Kayim. Iram grew up in the worst place of Oracle with poor excuses for parents. He fought throughout his life, always in some sort of trouble and as he got older, spending nights in jail. He was ruthless. Catching the eyes of some government officials, he was eventually drafted into their military. Quickly rising through the ranks, eventually, Iram becomes one of the inner circles most trust, often tasked with dangerous and immoral tasks.

Until he meets a young woman, the daughter of a man in the government. Iram falls in love with her, who softens his heart and makes him rethink his cruel ways. Eventually, they have a child, a daughter. Unbeknownst to Iram, his wife is secretly involved with the rebellion, a close confidante to Drisit and before her, her parents. She is able to give them information she learns through her father and Iram. One night she sneaks off to be a part of a raid, her daughter following closely behind her. She dies and Drisit finds Brenna, their daughter, crying over her mother's body. Trying to escape with Brenna in her arms, the two are shot and Brenna dies. Iram finds out the next day at work and immediately goes into a rage, and after inflicting some damage on one of his coworkers, quits his job.

He begins to drink his life away, living in the house, haunted by the ghosts of his wife and daughter until one day, Drisit shows up and offers him a proposal he can't refuse. Fueled by revenge, Iram becomes a soldier for the rebellion and eventually, he and Drisit fall in love.

CountessAvenge aka Countess Avenge aka The Countess aka Ave. Ave was my longest goal on Neo. It took me many years of trading to finally achieve her.

Ave is the daughter of one of the four families. She grew up not knowing the plight of the Oracle people. In fact, the only time she ever ventured beyond the castle gates was the day of her wedding. She was entered into a prearranged marriage to the leader of one of the four families. After the wedding took place in Ave’s castle, she journyed by carriage to her husbands palace and her heart broke at seeing her fellow citizens as she traveled across the land.

Once she reached her destination, Ave vowed to somehow, someway, change circumstances for her citizens. End their poverty stricken lives and give them and their children a future. Little did she know her new husband was a cruel man who delighted in his power. Growing depressed, Ave thought of ending her life since, as far as she could tell, she would not be able to help her people. Until she meets V, who is delivering some baked goods to the castle once a month. After talking in secret, V convinces Ave to supply the rebels with invaulable information.

Ave is the reason I am reworking Oracles storyline to be included in Neopia. Eventually, she meets Elle. Elle is the character my friend Coral has for an UC RG Kyrii she hopes to own one day. The two fall in love and carry out a secret relationship. Since the story is being reworked, I don’t have much info on the two yet, but they are hands down my OTP.

Twins of Shenkuu (and other characters)

These characters are based in Neopia and are RP’d with two of my friends and their characters. We’re working on getting a hub up at some point. There are actually two character groups involved in this, the Twins being the first.

Juni_Kava aka Juni. Juni was the crown princess of Shenkuu. Her father is Princess Lunara’s brother. We’re still working on the lore. She’s the only daughter with six brothers, one being her twin. Chase is the stand-in name for her twin, an UC Fae Wocky that my friend Gromit hopes to have one day.

Juni was born with a magical ability to influence air/mist. She was in line for the crown, along with her twin. Juni always followed her parents instructions, excelling at anything she tried. It was always thought she would become the next Queen. 

Until one day she is approached by the Moon Pheonix, a legendary creature that many stories were told of. However, everyone chalks the Moon Pheonix up to just that, a legend. Kyukuon (an UC Fae Pteri owned by my friend Coral) is the Moon Pheonix, charged with being a protector of sorts. It seems the Guardian of Shenkuu, another creature thought to be that of legend, is dying and Kyu has been tasked with finding the next Guardian. Unbeknownst to the twins, they have been observed in secret for quite some time by Jo, (UC Fae Xwee owned by Gromit) who is Kyu’s apprentice. When the time comes, Kyu makes contact with Juni and explains the situation to her, explaining that she is destined to be the next guardian. Fashioning a secret gateway between realms that will connect Juni to the castle and her family, Kyu convinces Juni to come with her to begin her training, leaving her brothers to vy between themselves for the throne.

AdaWong aka Ada. For generations, Ada’s family is one of the families tasked with protecting the Queen and King of Shenkuu, along with their descendants. Her mother and father are the current guards to the King and Queen and Ada was born at the same time as Juni. Growing up as best friends, Ada’s destiny was always been that she would become Juni’s protector. Eventually being sent off in her teenage years to begin her training, to a very very secret place, Ada and Juni are devastated to be separated. Secretly, they were in love but knew they could never be together due to Juni’s responsibility to the throne and the inevitable marriage and children she would eventually be expected to produce.

When Ada returns to the palace, she finds her friend gone and must make the decision, should she stay and become the protector of whichever brother inherits the throne, or follow her true love into an unknown adventure. Ada’s character has much to be worked on, but I think it’s a no-brainer what she chooses to do.

KittyRTM aka Katrina Rose aka Kitty. Kitty was born into a well-respected, but slightly lesser noble family. The family was known worldwide for providing some of the best produce from Faerieland, but they were most famous for their position in working alongside and assisting Queen Fyora. They were growing strong in Faerieland and were accumulating power through both their high ranking position with Fyora, and their thriving industry, but when Faire's father unexpectedly passed, things changed for the worse for Kitty and her family. Faire's mother had to sell their many farms to keep the pride of the family, the High Garden Estate, secure within the family.

There is quite a lot going on with Kitty’s family and it’s waaay to much to type up here. But if you’d like to know more, I’m currently in the process of changing my former project page for an UC Fae Aisha into her actual character page located on /~KittyRTM. I am very much in love with her character.

The Supernaturals

These pets also cross over into the Twins storyline and are RP’d with Coral and Gromit. They arent as prominent as the above characters and are also their own stand alone group. Many of them need character development.

Stariea aka Star. Star was an apprentice of Sophie the Swamp Witch when she was young and also worked for a time under Jhudora. She ties into the above characters through Sil and Jess (an UC Dari Eyrie and an UC Dari Lupe) that are owned by my friend Coral. 

Star is an exceptionally talented sorceress. She is feared by many, but instead of actually being malicious, she’s moreso out for herself than anyone else. After leaving Jhudora due to a disagreement, Star greatly dislikes the dark faerie and will do whatever she can to disrupt or irritate her. She still has a good working relationship with Sophie, however. Star is accompanied by Bonnie and Clyde, her bearclops. Bonnie was a meowclops and Clyde was a bearog. After an experiment gone wrong, they were fused together. They’re about the size of Jhudora’s pets, Daisy and Sarah. 

She is also accompanied by Bernard, a swamp ghoul she picked up on her travels. Bernard is not his real name, Star doesn’t know it. Although she treats him as a lowly assistant, he is quite terrifying in his own right, but he sticks with Star because she’s one of the few he’s crossed paths with that doesn’t run screaming from him on sight.

Falxo is a necromancer who was captured by Jhudora with the hopes that she would learn his magic. Disfigured due to her many experiments, since he wouldn’t just give up the information, Falxo and Star became close when she worked under Jhudora and Falxo was her prisoner. In fact, Falxo (alone with Sil and Jess, although Star doesn’t like Jess) was the reason Star rebelled against her teacher. Helping the three escape, Falxo opted to stay with Star. He’s somewhat silent and keeps to himself. The two are in a relationship and enjoy learning from one another. His character needs to be worked on as well.

Morovo aka Oro. Oro is akin to a crossroads demon. She’s able to make deals, promising fame and fortune to those that summon her. All she asks in return is something very simple, their soul. She meets Star when she’s summoned during an experiment Star and Falxo are attempting. Her character also needs heavy work.

Solariasae aka Solar. Solar is a young, clumsy witch who hounds Star to take her on as an apprentice. Her character will most likely be further developed based on what happens after The Wraith Resurgance. 

tocanini aka Toci. Toci is a druid who strives to protect all life. That’s literally all I have for her. Sorry Toci. We’ll work on you, I promise.

Spiritox aka Spirit. Yea Idk about him. He’s bad. But that’s all I got. Does magic. Or something. 

Liliaise aka Lili. She summons stuff. Idk anything else. Just that shes gonna be involved with all the above pets. 

Ryzzal and his partner Trikil (more on her next) are also tied into the Twins and Supernaturals through my friend coral’s pirate eyrie, Izi. Ryzzal ran away at a young age from his fathers home due to fear. He’s biologically male but is nonbinary. Fearing his father would find out, Ry left home. Eventually he ends up on Krawk Island, securing a job as a wench that serves the Food Club. He’s the prettiest girl in the room and has a slight fear of being found out to be male, but is generally accepted. Flirting around with the pirates, Ry loves his life. He still needs much development and I’ve never had a nonbinary character, so please don’t crucify me if I write him wrong. I’m always looking to learn more and happy to take critiques and suggestions!

Trikil aka Trikky aka Trik. Trik is an adventurous pirate who is always on the lookout for new treasure and adventure. She’s a regular on Krawk Island, especially since she met her partner Ryzzal, after frequenting the Food Club for fun and drinks. Although she isn’t always around, she has come to call Krawk Island home and looks foward to returning just as much as she looks forward to engaging on her next adventure. Sometimes alone, sometimes with friends. Her character also needs work.

The Space Explorers

These two are completely on their own, not touching any of my other pets. I do have a slight work around with @grobleen’s character, Cregan and some interaction with my friend Shanna’s space based pets. If you have spaced based pets, get at me! I’d love to expand this to include your pets as well!

Nirohean aka Niro. Niro is a fun loving bounty huntress. She can either be found bebopping around space looking for her next bounty, or stopping in on a nearby planet looking for the next party. She’s talented at her job, but loves having fun as well. She takes bounties that are interesting to her and isn’t ALWAYS on the side of the law, although she tries to be. She’s accompanied by her childhood best friend and pilot, Criliu and her Mechanized Laboratory Assistant Ridgewell that Criliu built for her. Ridgewell is a mixture between Portal 2s Wheatley and Fallout 4′s Cogsworth.

Criliu aka Cri. Cri is Niro’s best friend and pilots her ship. He’s a huge tech nerd and helps Niro with her bounties often by hacking into things and getting her information that other bounty hunters aren’t privy to. While Niro is an extrovert, Cri prefers to be alone with his ship and his gadgets. He’s secretly in love with Niro, but doesn’t know how to tell her.

Exhales Whew. That’s a lot of OCs. A lot of them need a lot of work. But I’m always open to friendships/relationships with other people’s OCs. Feel free to ask questions or whatever else with any of these babs!

[mistic-turtle]

I can relate this... I'm 22 almost 23

rewatched tmnt 2007 and got reminded on how i thought they were in their mid twenties for the longest time