#numbers going up makes the brain go brrrr

[orcelito]

Smth I sometimes do that always makes me laugh. When I have little bits of free time, I'll often spend them rereading over my current WIP chapter for minor edits & maybe doing a bit of writing if I can get into it enough. It's on my docs app, but it's essentially reading fic, so I'll sometimes switch apps for whatever reason, then to try to go back to reading... I'll click on my internet browser, rather than the docs app, bc that is the Place To Read Fics in my brain

Then I stare at a page that is NOT what I was just looking and. And I Remember.

[phantasieandmirare]

GOD 👏 OF 👏 HOPE

[zahri-melitor]

A Quick, Somewhat Joking Discussion of 'the Best Ways To Get Into Comics' (TM)

Be 10-14 years old, pick up a random comic at the library/bookshop/someone's collection and become obsessed. This is proven the best method and the level of confusion engendered by it is actually more useful long term than any other method. (At that age you are going to fall deeply in love with random texts that are never going to quite have the depth your brain imparts on them)

Mention to a friend who does like comics that you want to 'get into comics' and said friend, knowing your preferred types of tv shows and books, your favourite characters and having asked what you're hoping to read, carefully picks out something that is objectively a good starter comic that fits your tastes and makes your brain go brrrr. (god tier level, that friend is a keeper, also congratulations on the fact you are never going to replicate the feel of reading that first comic again)

Lurk or hang out in some fandom space where you are regularly exposed to discussions of comics that includes actual panels and storylines of recent comics, and work out from that what seems to have a vibe you like, so you go and pick up that run (solid option, being able to taste various writers and styles of run before diving in gives you a better chance of choosing a run that hooks you, I was introduced to so many runs via scans_daily in this way back in the day).

Wander into a library or comic shop or bookshop that has a decent number of comics with the idea that you want to look into reading these, and then flip through a bunch of trades in what you think you want to read before something catches your eye and you pick that up (less likely to be a definite hook, but has the benefit of being far more likely than any option listed further below to involve newbie-friendly art. And newbie-friendly art is something that isn't discussed enough in terms of recommendations but is one of the biggest reasons people just getting into comics bounce off the format).

Only here will I mention recommended character reading guides. In my experience they're useful in certain contexts, particularly for characters who have hard-to-trace chronologies, for finding out what runs that person considers essential to the character, for untangling the order of comics in particularly confusing large events, and for narrowing down and directing people where there's a big chunk of material to read about a character. My objection is they tend to be treated like gospel by newbies, they frequently don't consider whether the artwork is going to make their eyes burn, quite often they are more focused on the 'best' stories for a character rather than the 'most accessible stories' for that character (these are two separate concepts!) and they tend to sell a narrative of 'don't read X' where X is quite often a comic which people don't enjoy but where an important event happens or is simply an older comic that's particularly affected by community expectations and standards having changed since it was written.

You know that '75 Years of Comics' series of prestige hardbacks that DC did? They're great to hand to a newbie looking to get into a specific character or mantle, because it's got stand alone stories that are highly regarded or solidly introductory about that character from each era, they can page through it and work out what version makes their brain happy, and then follow up on those leads into more reading. (Expensive but perfect for libraries)

The first trade of a recent run for the character in question by the current or second most recent writer. Most runs when they change lead writers are going to have some level of onboarding simply because a lot of people DO switch what they're reading depending on what team is on the book, and by going with a current run you manage to sidestep a lot of the 'this feels weird and old' problems.

[neowinestainedress]

for your eyes only | jeong jaehyun

title: for your eyes only | part of christmas must be something more

pairing: jeong jaehyun x oc

summary: jaehyun doesn't know it yet, but he looks really pretty in pink.

genre: smut, non-idol au, established relationship, (implied) polyamorous relationship, smutmas

warnings: cross-dressing | public (kinda), cross-dressing, feminization, sex toys (anal vibrator), oral sex (f receiving), lot of praises, pet names, pegging, overstimulation, coming untouched, dubcon (when will jade and jaehyun stop trying new kinks without talking before? never. that’s it, that’s the dubious consent, jae is unsure as always but he discovers a new kink so...) sub!jaehyun, dom!oc

words: 6.565k

taglist: @webscreams @multislut @roxyvogue @dullparadisewithtxt @yutas-princess02 @seongwhaffels @cosmiczen @adorejhyun | couldn't tag: @yutascoffee127

a/n: babygirl jaehyun brain goes brrrr. the clothes he wears are linked, i tried to describe them cause i know it gives wattpad 2012 but i thought that with pictures you could visualize it better

Jaehyun had no idea how he ended there, walking around the mall trying to seem unbothered by the random vibrations that were making him go crazy. 

Or well, he did. It was Jade’s fault as always.

“You want me to wear this outside?” Jaehyun squealed once Jade’s words hit him as he turned the butt plug in his hands, looking at it with wide eyes. 

“Mh, mh,” she hummed as if she didn’t propose anything scandalous. 

Well, not like they were going to do anything wild that day, it was just an afternoon to go shopping at the mall for fun since the others were busy or anyway weren’t in the mood to go out. 

“I — I…” he stammered. “Why don’t you do this with Taeyong? I’m pretty sure he would be absolutely down for it.” 

She chuckled, finishing fixing her hair in the slicked-back ponytail with the side bang, and then turned back to him, still unaffected by the whole thing. 

“It’s just for fun, it’s not like I will fuck you somewhere in the mall,” she teased with a smirk before winking at him. 

“Okay, then why?” 

“I want you to be ready for when we come home and I can peg you.” 

“Again?” 

“You had a blast last time, don’t hide it, you came like three times and two untouched so you can’t say you don’t like it.” 

“Fine,” he huffed before his face blushed red and he asked, “Can you prep me?” 

But after years Jaehyun still had no idea how she could have so much power over him and convince him to do anything. Not that they couldn’t stop if he didn’t want to, but he didn’t really want to. 

It was fine, for now. The long sweater and the coat were hiding his semi-hard boner and since it was Wednesday there weren’t many people around. The vibrations were also always very low or zero, and the feeling of being filled was oddly nice. 

Everything was going overall well, walking around the different shops holding hands and bags as they looked around for gifts and things they needed. 

“I need to buy some clothes,” Jade exclaimed, dragging him into a shop. 

“Clo-closet empty?” He asked when they were halfway through it, confused by the number of skirts and sweater tops she was picking up, but she didn’t answer. 

“Do you like this pink top?” She asked, ignoring his words, picking up a button-up pastel pink cardigan that reached just above the navel. 

He hummed. “It’d look a-amazing on you,” he forced out, even though he didn’t really get the point of wearing cropped tops in winter, but they were indeed cute, especially on her. And he didn’t even understand why she was giggling at his answer but the low vibrations down there weren’t making him dare to let out many words, afraid moans were going to come out instead.

“I — I don’t think we can both come in together,” he mumbled when she pushed him into the fitting room with her after getting everything she needed. 

“I’m sure none will care,” Jade replied, smiling at him. 

“Are you going to try them on?” He asked, eyes skimming over her body nervously as he bit his thumb’s nail. Seeing her half-naked was the last thing he needed, to be honest. “Why are you smiling like that?” His voice was shaky and low, trying to understand the look on her face. “You don’t… you don’t want me to…” he whispered incredulously, gaze now falling on the skimpy clothes she picked. 

“You don’t want to look pretty for me?” She asked, voice gentle and head tilted to the side, staring at him softly. 

“I don’t… I’ve never done this, I… what if somebody comes in?” 

“The door is locked, and I’m pretty sure that nobody would barge in without at least knocking first.” 

“I’m a… I mean, I’m a man and those are…” he almost whimpered, voice shaking more. “Like there’s nothing wrong with it, and clothes are clothes, it’s just I — I’ve never seen myself like this.”

“I know,” she replied, turning around to look through her bag and grabbing something. “Are you totally uncomfortable with that?” She checked in. Jade knew that trying something like this out of the blue and in public was a big move, especially with him. Taeyong wouldn’t have blinked an eye, probably he would’ve even picked something himself that he wanted to try, considering how much he found out he loved wearing her clothes, but Jaehyun was totally new to this, and she couldn’t risk making him uncomfortable. 

Jaehyun gulped, biting his lips, she looked amazing in pink soft typically considered feminine clothes, Taeyong looked pretty wearing those clothes but he never, never, imagined wearing anything of that kind. No matter how much he found that peachy pink beautiful and how soft most of the things felt to the touch… there was nothing wrong with that, but he wasn’t like that. 

Yet, here he was. 

Seriously pondering if he should’ve given in or not. He breathed deeply, they could’ve stopped at any moment, Jade would’ve never forced him into something he wasn’t comfortable with, and maybe it would’ve turned out a fun thing to try. 

“You won’t mock me, right? This is — shit — not to make fun of me?” 

“No, peach,” she replied, caressing his face, “I’d never do that. I’ve been thinking you’d look amazing with something softer. There’s nothing that deserves shaming in wearing feminine clothes, or make-up. You are a very pretty boy and I think you’d look amazing in those clothes.” 

And when his cock twitched in his pants at that pet name, he knew he was too far gone to tell her no. So he hummed, gaining a comforting smile. He was with her, nothing could’ve gone wrong. 

“Wear this,” she said handing him a pink-laced panties. 

“These are yours,” he whispered, it was embarrassing but he remembered all her lingerie by heart. 

“Yeah, I’m not going to make you try this stuff like this.”  

“But I’m… I’m big,” Jaehyun mumbled, the tip of his ears turning red as he stared at the floor. 

She chuckled, well, that was the point of everything. “It’s fine, they should cover pretty much of you… if you’re not hard.” 

He hummed, turning around, and starting to get rid of his pants and underwear, disgusted by the way the black boxers had a visible wet patch on the front. He held in a whimper when the fabric brushed against his — pretty much — hard cock and then turned around. 

“Are you okay?” She checked in, lifting his lowered head with two fingers. 

He nodded, lips pressed together. 

“Good,” she replied, kissing him gently. “If it gets too much we’ll stop,” she reassured him. “I know it is a pretty rough start for something like this since we’ve never done this.” 

Jaehyun smiled, heart jumping in his throat when she looked through the skirts. 

“We’ll start with something long, okay?” She said, picking up a knee-length black skirt with white lines that formed black squares. 

“That’s long for you?” he asked, eyeing the piece she was holding. 

“It’s long, babe.” 

“It’s mid-length for me, it will never arrive at my knees, fuck.” 

“Try it,” she handed it to him. “I’m sure it’ll look amazing. The white lines are pretty.” 

He grabbed it with shaky hands. “You… you’ll look?” 

“Want me to turn around?” 

“No, no,” he stopped her, voice dying in his throat. “I — I feel… need your comfort.” 

She smiled, “I’m right here, babe. You’re doing good.” 

And with that, he slipped into the skirt, the soft fabric slipped easily around his thighs and then on his waist, sitting pretty on his hips… weirdly prettily he thought as he swirled around to look at himself in the mirror. 

“You look beautiful, do you like it?” She asked, caressing his hips softly. 

“Mhh,” he hummed, “it’s nice… I guess.” 

“Do you feel like trying a top too?” 

“I don’t… I don’t think they’ll fit me.” 

“We’ll make your big boobs fit somehow,” she joked but the comment made him redden even more. 

“No, no, please,” he mumbled when the vibrations picked up as he pulled his sweater off and tried to grab the white woolen sweater she was passing to him. 

“I’m sure you can take it, right? You can be my good boy?” 

“Ye-yeah, be good… for you,” he whimpered, turning around trying not to fall on the ground and looking at the mirror as he tried to get into the top. “I’m stuck,” he whined, struggling to pull down the sleeves. 

“Here,” she reassured, pulling it down for him and then fixing it on his body. 

“Thank — thank you,” Jaehyun whispered, lifting his gaze to the mirror. “I think it’s, umh, a little tight.” 

“It looks good on you, though,” she said, now caressing the exposed bit of his waist that neither the skirt nor the top covered. “We can don’t buy it though if you don’t like it.” 

“Yeah, I — I want to, mmph,” he whimpered, hand flat against the wall in front of him and legs pressed together as the vibrations picked up again. “Not fair.” 

“You want?” Jade asked, ignoring his words, raising the vibrations even more, hearing his breath getting heavier. 

“The — the pink.” 

“The top or the skirt? Or both?” 

He turned around struggling on his knees, already hating how overwhelmed he was. “You choose.” 

“Maybe you can try this one?” She proposed. 

“It’s… it’s a dress.” 

“A beautiful dress, you loved it before when I took it.” 

“On… on you,” he replied, swallowing hard. “You’d look, uh, pretty, you’d look so so — fuck — pretty.” 

She cupped his chin. “You’d look pretty in it. Try it. We’re here for you.” 

He nodded, soft mumbles spilling out of his mouth senselessly, getting out of the skirt easily. “I’m stuck,” he almost cried when the top blocked him again and he shivered when he felt her touch on his abs, holding in a moan when her fingers grazed his sensitive nipples. “Here, baby boy,” she kissed him slowly before passing him the dress. 

“It’s silky,” he noticed, feeling the fabric in his hand, “I might like it.” 

“Silk dresses are the best, they give me the best confidence boost,” she said, helping him put it on, the fabric stretching around his fit muscles, and then wrapping around his body perfectly, falling loosely around him. 

And it did feel good, somehow he liked the way the material felt on his skin, and the way it fell on his body, the v-line showing most of his chest, the long sleeves dropping softly on his arms. 

“So?” She asked

“I — I like it,” he confessed and then a low moan rolled out of his lips when, swinging the skirt, it brushed against his tip. “I’ll take it off, now.”

“Skirt and pink top, now,” she cheered, putting the white top aside to remember not to buy it. “Your favourites.” 

He blushed harder, a faint smile on his face and anticipation rising until he realized he was naked, hard on, vibrating toy in his ass, and laced panties in a fucking fitting room. “I — I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said, covering, making her lift a brow. 

“The wet stain on your panties says otherwise, baby.” 

“No, I… I’m so… so…” 

“Pretty? Beautiful? Graceful?” 

“Exposed.” 

She walked closer, pressing her lips on his, kissing him harder. “There’s only me, peach. And to me, you look amazing.” 

He nodded, feeling high on pleasure, disconnected, “I — please, slow — slow them.” 

“Put the skirt on first.” 

“I — I can’t, no, fuck,” he cried, voice clipped, abs twitching as the vibration got higher again before slowing down, the ups and downs cutting his breath short. 

“Skirt,” she ordered. 

He tried to move in it, almost falling to the ground, feeling it was impossible to move. “It’s small.” 

“It’s perfect.”

Jaehyun turned around in the mirror, “You can see my butt,” he said in a high-pitched voice. “And my… my, fuck.” 

“Your cock in those pretty panties? Yeah, it looks beautiful.” 

He started to tap his feet on the ground, swallowing harder. “I can’t.” 

“You can, you’re doing pretty amazing even if you’re making a mess.” 

He looked down, shivering at the way he could feel the pre-cum stick to the fabric of the panties. 

“Need help with the cardigan?” She asked, and he hummed, letting her put it on him, this time without teasing the sensitive buds on his chest. 

“See, they look pretty together, do you like the way it feels?” 

“I like the top,” he confessed, touching it. “I look good, yeah, fuck.” 

“You look really fuckable,” she teased, making him lose a beat. 

“Is it… a compliment?” 

She hummed before touching him with one hand as the other controlled the vibration making him bend over. “No, baby, up,” she said grabbing his hair and pulling him back against her. 

Jaehyun’s eyes went wide when their bodies touched and his back pressed against her. 

“Are,” he started, words dying in his mouth, “are you wearing the — shit, shit, fuck —” 

“I can’t wait to go back home to fuck you,” she whispered against his ear, pressing the strap-on harder against him.  

“No, no, we really, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he whined, voice shaking and heart pounding loud. 

“No one will hear,” she said, moving a hand forward to touch him and starting to kiss his neck. “Well, If you keep quiet.”

“No, no,” he cried, even if his body bucked against her. He did want her, so fucking badly, and he wouldn’t even have minded this if he was more used to it, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t. He was so bad at this, he wasn’t like Taeyong, or her. They were really good at following the rules, at knowing what they were doing, but he was terrible. 

“Orange,” he cried, tears spilling down his face and she immediately pulled away, shutting the vibrator down and turning him around. 

“Hey, baby, look at me,” she ordered with a caring tone, caressing his face. 

“I… I’m sorry,” Jaehyun whimpered. 

“No, no,” she reassured. “No apologies, babe, we said we would stop. I’m sorry, I should’ve known this would’ve been too much for you.” 

“I want you.” 

“No, you don’t need to force yourself.” 

“No, please, can you,” he panted, sitting on the stool but regretting when the toy pushed against him, “can you listen? I said orange, not red.” 

“Yeah, right, I just, okay, go on.” 

“I… I want you, and I wa-want to do this,” he said, pointing at the clothes, “but at home. I want you to fuck me at home, I don’t think I’m ready for this, I know I’ve been prepped by now, but I don’t feel, I don’t feel used enough to that, we never do it and you’re good, you’re so good, you’re the best, I’d let you do anything but I — I’m not like —” 

She shushed him with a kiss, caressing his face, “It’s enough, no need to compare, okay?”

He nodded, reaching closer for another small kiss. 

“Should we buy these things and go home?” She asked, quirking a brow when he stayed there. “Jae?” 

“Baby, call me, baby.” 

She smiled tenderly at him, cheeks flushed, body slumped against the wall, fit thighs barely covered by the small pastel pink mini skirt and he looked so fucking cute in that soft cropped cardigan. 

“Fine, baby, can we leave?” 

He shook his head, voice coming out as an embarrassed whisper, “I need to come, please. Can’t make it at home.” 

“Are you sure you’ll buy that skirt?” 

“Fo-for me?” He asked, confused because he couldn’t quite understand the correlation with his request but, for the condition he was in, he couldn’t even be able to add two plus two, so he didn’t think it through. 

“Yeah, for you.” 

“Yeah, I like it,” he replied. “You… you don’t want me to wear it outside, right?” 

Jade smiled, almost chuckling. They didn’t define their reversed dynamics, mostly because having him on his knees seemed to be a one-time thing. Nothing of that kind ever happened again, well, apart from her trying to have some dominance but it always ended with him on top. So she didn’t even think they had anything to discuss, so technically she couldn’t even ask him to go that far, but it was cute that the thought didn’t cross his mind. 

“No, I think I’d like to keep this for my eyes only… for now.” 

“And not even the others, right?” 

She shook her head, grabbing the remote and raising the vibrations unexpectedly, making him moan loudly. 

“Are you insane?” 

She laughed, and he let his head roll back when they didn’t stop. 

“Is everything alright?” A voice from the outside asked and Jaehyun’s eyes went wide. 

“Oh, umh,” he mumbled, trying to calm his breath but the vibrations kept being steady, “yeah, thanks, I mmh, turned and — shit — sorry, dumb me stubbed the toe against the seat.” 

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” 

“Yeah, it, ah, hurts, but it’s… fine, it’s fine, thanks.” 

“Alright, if you need anything we’re at the desk.” 

“Thanks,” he forced out, looking at Jade with what wanted to be glaring eyes but he was just a mess. 

“It’s too much,” he whispered, gripping the seat under him, knuckles going white. 

“You said you wanted to come, didn’t you?” 

He nodded, lips trapped in his teeth, feeling his brain fogged as not only the vibration kept going but now the toy pushed deeper into him. 

“Kiss me,” he begged, “please, tell me, tell me I’m doing — fuck — good. I’m your good boy, right? Even if I — even if I — fuck — stopped you?” 

She kissed him, “yes, you are always my good boy. Good boys know their limits, right?” 

He hummed, bucking his hips up to get more contact with her. 

“Good boys look pretty in their pretty feminine clothes.” 

“Yeah.” 

“And good boys come in them, too, right?” 

Realization hit him, “their not, not mine, not yet, not — fuck — ” 

“You will ruin them I’m sure, we’ll have to buy them.” 

“They will — shit — they will know, no, uhm,” he moaned, rolling his head back, making his lips bleed from how hard he was pressing to hold back the moans as he felt the orgasm approach. 

“I’m pretty sure they know already.” 

He shook his head, tears starting to roll down. He didn’t want to make an embarrassing mess but it was either now or in the pants he was going to use to walk to the car and in the middle of the mall. 

“Please,” he moaned. 

“Come for me,” she ordered, raising the vibrations and sending him over the edge, knocking the breath out of him, eyes snapping open before squeezing shut as he felt the waves hit him. 

“Good boy,” she kissed him, chest panting hard. “Good, good boy.” 

“I need, need a moment,” he breathed out.

She chuckled, messing his hair playfully. 

“Fuck, I…” he whispered, looking down, “I made a mess.” 

“Pretty much. We can clean it up a little if it helps.” 

“What if they ask why we’re buying something ruined?” He cried, bringing his hands on his face but when Jade kneeled at his level and started cleaning him up with a wet wipe he felt like crying. 

“Better, babe?” 

He nodded. “Tha-thank you.” 

“I feel generous,” she said, chuckling, “I go to do the checkout and you’ll wait for me outside, okay?” 

“Are you sure?” 

She nodded, standing up and leaving a peck on his lips in the way. “You already crossed enough limits today,” she said. “And I need this to be over because I am not finished.” 

When they arrived home they rushed upstairs, not even caring to check if somebody else was home. 

“My panties look good on you,” she whispered, leaving him bare, the only thing covering him being her underwear that he never took off. 

Jaehyun’s head lowered, too embarrassed to look at her. Hating the way his cock was hard once again, dripping pre-cum desperately. 

“You’re so pretty when you’re embarrassed, you know?” She said, caressing his face, and lifting it from facing the floor. “When you stammer, when your voice shakes and gets higher, when you’re all red.” Her lips met his in a soft kiss before she pulled away, picking something from the bags full of clothes. 

“Wait — you — you want me to wear it?” He asked, gulping hard, staring at the pink clothes in her hand. 

“What have we bought them for?” She cocked her head, winking. 

Jaehyun nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course, of course,” he mumbled. “Can — can you help me with the cardigan? It — it gets stuck, and I — I —” 

Jade kissed him, stopping his ramble. “I’m here, I surely will help my pretty boy to look like a doll.” 

Jaehyun groaned in a high-pitched voice at the name, shivering when her fingers caressed his body. “Don’t tease me.” 

She chuckled, humming under her breath before she told him to lift his arms and pushed the soft fuzzy cardigan on him again. “It looks so good on you, baby boy.” 

His face colored of a bright pink again, looking down to admire how the top laid on him and found it hotter than he wanted to. But when she handed him the skirt he hesitated again, groaning when he had to bend to slip it on before it sat on his hips just like before. 

“Do a twirl for me,” she ordered, and he obeyed with no second thoughts, shivering and whining when the skirt flew up and exposed him even more. “So, so pretty,” she praised, voice sultry and low. “Get on your knees.” 

“On — on my knees?” He stuttered, eyes moving quickly around, thinking he heard wrong. 

“Yes, babe, now.”

Jaehyun nodded, kneeling, whimpering when his dick brushed against the laced texture and pressed against his thigh, the toy still filling him, enough to drive him insane even if it wasn’t vibrating. He had no idea where he found the strength to look up, but he was glad he did when she started to undress, the heavy clothes dropping behind on the chair while she was only in her expensive bra, the strap-on toy hovering over him now that her panties where on the floor. He didn’t even know what took over him when he voluntarily leaned in and licked the tip while looking straight into her eyes, but none of them could care about the reason why, when this was so hot. 

“Good boy,” she praised, holding the base and pushing closer to him, waiting for his mouth to open, pushing half the size in. “Get it all wet for me so I can fuck you hard.” 

His eyes closed at her words, cock throbbing in his panties and he was glad the skirt at least covered that and the embarrassing amount of cum leaking out of his slit. 

“It’s big,” he mumbled when the tip reached his back, and his eyes looked up at hers, shivering at the way she was staring at him, drifting his gaze when she chuckled and just started moving her hips against his face. 

“Just like yours, isn’t it?” She teased, grabbing his hair to tug them behind and push the toy deeper in his mouth, making him gag on it and mumble words she could barely understand. And she knew that if only that wasn’t a toy she would’ve come already. She couldn’t even remember seeing him go down on any of their boyfriends, but it was so hot to see him choke on a cock and make a mess. She could see the wet patch on the skirt. 

A louder moan rolled from her mouth when Jaehyun’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his moans got messier, hips moving around while he tried to get some kind of relief while he eagerly sucked on the toy as if she could come from it. She pulled out and he gasped, spit rolling down his chin and red eyes looking up at her, trying to breathe in some air. 

“Please,” he breathed out, chest panting and knees hurting against the floor, “fuck me, please. I — I need you.” 

Jade smirked, tilting her head, and caressing his face, smearing the mess before pushing it back into his mouth. “Want mommy to fuck you?” 

He nodded eagerly, gulping hard, swinging his hips side to side in anticipation. Shame long forgotten in the back of his brain. 

“Get on the bed, princess.” 

His brain spun at the name, legs barely supporting the weight of his body while he tried to run on the bed. 

“Let me take this out of you, okay?” Her hand moved to push his legs apart, moving the panties to the side to have space to push the toy out, his hole already ruined by all the stretch it had been put under for the entire day. 

“No, don’t take it off,” he screamed when she lifted the skirt, making her brow quirk. 

“Eased into it, baby boy? Also, I wasn’t going to, I told you I want to fuck you in these.” 

He hummed, relaxing again against the bed. “I — I like it. I look good in these and — and then — fuck,” he cried, for some reason still feeling ashamed, but he was pretty sure it got nothing to do with the clothes, it was her, it was always her, and the way she got his inside twist in the best way every time she took control. “The top is — is soft, mhh, like it.” 

She smiled, pouring some more lube on the strap before pushing in. His head rolled back as soon as the toy pushed past his rim, feeling the tip already stretching him more than the toy did. 

“Are you okay?” She checked, staring at him, smiling when he only nodded frenetically and tried to open his eyes. 

“Please, fuck me.” 

Her hands moved on his thighs until they reached the back of his knees and pushed them close to his chest, bottoming completely. “You’re so ready for me, baby. See, you should always listen to me when I tell you to do something.” 

“Is it — is it big-bigger?” He asked through ragged breaths, blinking his eyes as he tried to look down but failing to see anything other than his aching cock still pressed in the tight lingerie and her body pressed against him. 

“No, baby boy, it’s always the same. Want it bigger?” 

Jaehyun quickly shook his head, he could barely take this he didn’t even want to imagine something bigger, and when she laughed at his panicked face, he blushed red. “It’s just — I — I would fail you.” 

She shook her head, kissing his lips, and rubbing a hand on his boner, making him hiss and whimper through the kiss. “You won’t ever fail me, baby. You’re so good, just look at you now.” 

He hummed, nodding with his eyes closed, feeling on the edge every time her fingers grazed on his sensitive tip, the laced fabric sending stronger buzzes of pleasure through his bones. 

“You’re so hard, baby,” she moaned, pressing harder on him, watching as his body twitched. 

“Is — is it bad?” 

“How can it be bad?” 

Jaehyun didn’t reply, no words formed in his mind now that she started moving in and out with calculated thrusts. Jaehyun was honestly surprised at how different she was when she had control, nothing of his lazy, subby girl was there, not even a faint memory. Her hips snapped with force, her legs strongly kept her body up, and her hands wrapped firmly around his waist, little did it matter they barely fit around him, her grip was still strong and made him shiver. 

“Taking my cock so well, pretty boy,” she praised. Her eyes moved from his face to his legs, pussy clenching and dripping down the vibrator inside of her while she stared at his throbbing hard cock caged inside her pink panties and the skirt bouncing with every thrust. He truly was so pretty. A grin crept on her face when his hips started jerking up messily, a sweet reminder that he wasn’t used to all of this. And that only turned her on so much more, the way he was so vulnerable and open compared to their other times together drove her insane. There was something about having control over him that couldn’t compare to anything else. 

It was so good that she couldn’t even get mad when he came untouched in his, hers, panties, at this point it didn’t matter anymore, moaning and shaking. She didn’t care about rules with him, she just wanted to see his walls fall down, and the more he came, the better. 

“I — I made a mess,” he groaned, choking on a small sob, looking down where his cum stained her panties and his skirt. Shaken by the orgasm and also by everything that was going on, he felt so vulnerable and he felt like he could cry. But apparently Jade was unfazed by this and it still wasn’t enough. “I’m sorry,” he still blubbered, fearing she was disappointed in him. 

“I can’t drag you anywhere like you do with me, so I need you to turn around,” she ordered but with a smile on her face, staring at him with tender eyes that made him let out the breath he was holding in. “Face the mirror, pretty.” 

“I — I don’t think I — umh — can stand,” he cried out, chest still panting, and legs shaking. Jade smiled, it was cute how much he could keep up when he was in his dominant space compared to his sub-space. 

“You just have to turn on the bed and stand at the edge on your hand and knees,” she explained, caressing his thigh to soothe him. 

Jaehyun nodded, pressing his lips in a thin line as he gathered the strength to move even an inch of his body. But somehow he did, positioning himself in the position she wanted, watching her move behind him. Waiting patiently to feel her again. His eyes followed her move, silently admiring how she pressed against him, pulling down the drenched panties and throwing them at the side, and then pouring more lube inside his ass, making him twitch when the cold liquid made contact with his sensitive skin. 

“This skirt was made for you,” she praised, lifting it up, exposing his bare ass and sinking deep inside him, hitting his prostate with one go. Jaehyun’s head fell down, choked moans dying in his mouth as tears menaced to spill from his eyes. 

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” she ordered, grabbing his hair to keep his head up, forcing him to meet his wasted image in the reflecting surface. “See how pretty you are?” 

He hummed, biting his lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open, the pleasure fogging his brain fully. 

“You are mommy pretty boy, aren’t you?” She asked, stopping her movement, “Aren’t you?” She groaned, tugging his hair. 

“Ye-yeah, fuck, yes, your pretty — umh,” he groaned, words dying in his mouth. 

She smiled, hips picking the same rhythm. “Good boy.” 

“Good — good girl,” he whispered, making her hips falter for a second, eyebrows quirking. 

“Me?” 

He shook his head. “M-me, please, wanna — wanna be your good girl, please. Please, mommy, let me — call me a good girl.” 

Jade was shocked, staring into his eyes in the mirror, not able to hide her expression. Not even Taeyong ever arrived that far, and that was the last thing she expect today — or ever — from Jaehyun. But just because she wasn’t expecting it, it didn’t mean she didn’t love it. So she shook her head, dusting out of her haze and started fucking him faster. 

“Want to be mommy’s good girl?” 

Jaehyun nodded, tears falling down his face as the overstimulation was making him shake. 

“You gotta work for it, don’t you know it?” 

He nodded. “Wan — want to be pretty for you, please. Fuck — fuck the pretty in me.” 

She chuckled tenderly at his words. “Oh, baby girl, you already have it in you, you don’t need me to fuck the pretty in you.” 

Jaehyun let out a whine, head rolling back, his adam’s apple moving up and down with every deep swallow of spit. 

“Look at me while I fuck you,” she groaned, leaning flat against his back, her cheek pressing against his, meeting his wet skin. 

His head moved back in place, blinking repeatedly to wipe away the clumps of tears. “Fuck,” he whimpered, “you’re — you’re so hot.” The smirk that formed on her face at his words made his head spin, she was hot and she knew it and kept using it against him and here he was, a complete brain-shut mess under her. He almost screamed when she pushed him a bit higher, just enough that more of his body could be seen in the reflection. 

Jaehyun couldn’t hold in the moans anymore, letting out high-pitched screams and desperate whimpers that never belonged to him. She wasn’t bigger than him, or stronger, yet he felt so small and helpless right at that moment that his whole body started shaking. Her strong scent, a mix between her natural one and the sultry perfume she was wearing, surrounded him whole, her hands all over his body, and her eyes staring intensely into him. He whined when his arms gave up, upper body falling limp, almost tumbling on the floor if only she didn’t hold him up, and then dragged them both further into the middle of the bed. 

“Don’t be clumsy,” she warned, leaving a smack on his ass. 

“’m sorry,” he whined, cheek pressed against the duvet. “Too good, you’re — you’re too, too good.” 

She couldn’t say anything; it was too good. The sight in front of her was driving her insane just as much. His pink, feminine clothes wrapped around his fit, broad body, his soft brown hair dampened on his forehead, his cheeks flushed with red and wet with tears, and his whimpers and moans. That was everything she had dreamed of and more. So as a natural response her hips started snapping with more force against him. 

Longer, strained moans came from him, muffled by the sheets that pressed against his flushed face, mouth agape with some drool dripping unconsciously down the corner of his mouth, creating a wet patch. 

Her fingers grazed his cheek, moving her thumb in circles, smiling back when his lips turned into a fucked out smile. “You’re so beautiful, baby, you know?” 

Jaehyun hummed, eyes closed and ass arching up even more. 

“You’re taking me so well, taking mommy’s big cock as if you were made for me,” she praised, pulling his cheeks apart, and eliciting a deeper groan from him. 

“I — I don’t — I — can’t take it longer, please, Miss,” he blubbered, trying to lift his neck to look at her but he felt boneless. 

She smirked, the name ‘miss’ sparking a fire inside her. “Can you be a good girl and come without my hand?” 

“Yes, yes, just — just keep, keep fucking me,” he begged, head falling down the mattress again, whole body shaking, shivers covering his skin as he felt close again. His brain was so hazed with pleasure that he didn’t even realize he started fucking back into her, meeting her in the middle, soft flesh bouncing beautifully as she kept stretching him wide and deep. 

The last thrusts were sloppier, pleasure overwhelming both of them. Her nails dug in the exposed part of skin between the cardigan and skirt, while his sunk in the sheets. Loud and shaky moans filling the room with the harsh smacks of her hips against his ass. A wail ripped from his lips when the orgasm rippled through him, big hard cock throbbing while spurting out white cum, making a mess on the skirt and the bedding, thighs trembling and heart beating so fast in his chest he felt he could pass out. Jade’s orgasm wasn’t any less intense, the vibrations raised to the maximum and his whimpers, his face, and his body pushed her off the edge with force. 

The room was thick with sex air as they stayed there, her body collapsing on his, making him cringe when his skin met the pool of cum, but he was too tired to move or do anything. 

“You did so well, baby girl,” Jade praised, testing the ground with the feminine name, and sighing in relief when Jaehyun smiled at it and even blushed a little. His sub-space lasted a while, she could be quite sure of it now. “You accept challenges and ace them every time, I’m so proud of you, you know?” Her fingers rubbed the back of his head, grazing the neck, making him shiver. She kept praising him while leaving kisses all over his neck and shoulders, moving the soft top down to have access to his burning skin, her hands caressing his body until he stopped trembling. 

When she pulled out, Jaehyun whined, looking for her, moving his hands around. 

“I’m here,” she said, grabbing it. “Come here, let’s turn around and lay on the clean side of the bed for a while,” she ordered, helping him move to rest on the sheets, pushing the duvet off the bed. 

“Good girl, ugh?” She teased chuckling, brushing his hair back, after a few minutes of silence. 

“Shut up,” he replied, hiding in the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I get why you like being called that so much.” 

Jade laughed tenderly at his comment. “I really love how this fit looks on you, you know?” She said, caressing his chest, causing his face to blush red once again. 

“So, you weren’t mocking?” 

She shook her head. “There’s nothing to mock. I was a pink clothes hater too when I was fully immersed in my internalized misogyny era but thank god I’m out of it,” she laughed, making him giggle too. “And clothes are just clothes at the end of the day, so if you like something just rock it.” 

Jaehyun smiled, feeling safe and protected, another reminder that in that home he could’ve always been anything and they would’ve loved him anyway, it didn’t really matter that this thing didn’t start from him. “I really like it too,” he whispered, looking down at the clothes that were still covering his body. “I might actually wear it sometimes… inside the house… when it’s just us.” 

Jade smiled back, pecking his lips. “I don’t mind if something of you is only mine to see.” 

“Good, cause for now this will be for your eyes only.” 

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Teylan - NSWF ABC

I am so done with work, so here’s a bit of fun 🫠

Divider by @cafekitsune

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

This baby loves to take care of you, and being able to spoil you, but he’s gonna be a bit clumsy. Stuttering and second-guessing himself. Also, please remember Teylan NEEDS aftercare himself. Sex is new to him, and Teylan is still learning about himself, and he’s gonna need some reassurance afterward.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Teylan is very insecure; he was raised to distrust anything Na'vi. That and Mercer did a number on his own self-esteem. It's going to take a lot of gentle work and praise before he's going to be comfortable in his own skin.

For his lover, Teylan is definitely going to prefer a human lover, and here's why. He loves how soft they are. Gentle curves, whether you're plush or skinny, a human is much softer than the sharp ridges of a Na'vi.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

At first, Teylan hated it, questioning why it wasn't like a human's and wanting it to be "normal," but after some reassurance, Teylan quickly found that he loves to cover you in it. Rubbing it into your skin so no matter where you go, you always smell like him.

D= Dominate (how dominate are they)

Nope, nada, does not compute. Teylan needs you to walk him through things and teach him the ropes. He will follow your every command, even asking if he's doing it right. The only way you will get a dominating man out of Teylan is if you teach him first, and remember, it's only what you taught him.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

None! Do you think he was having sex at TAP? I doubt Teylan even got sex ed there, and don't get me started on privacy! At best, Teylan started to explore his body once he left, but there is a chance he didn't until after he met you.

F= Favorite position

Cowgirl. Teylan loves being able to look you in the eye as you take control. His large hands gently holding your hips as you bounce on his cock. Mesmerized by your tits in his face and the sounds leaving your lips.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

At first, not at all. Too nervous that he might mess it up and unsure of himself. But once Teylan is comfortable in his skin, he loves giggling and laughing with you. Some of his favorite moments are when the two of you laugh into each other's mouths as you kiss. Your lips barely able to lock together before more giggles erupt from you.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

I'm gonna be honest on this one; I have no clue. I'm gonna guess it's whatever TAP had them doing. Which either means they weren't allowed sharp things to shave down there or it was a part of regular maintenance.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Intimacy: Teylan always craves it, whether that be platonic, romantic, or sexual. You can do it fast and rough all you want, but Teylan needs to know that you love and care about him as you do so.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Definitely not often. Touching himself was something he needed to learn how to do. But to this day, it is something that can make him feel uncomfortable. Quite possibly, he doesn't get the urge to do so often, either uninterested or you're already helping him with his not-so-little problem.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Mommy kink makes Teylan's brain go brrrr. The moment you give him a command, he jumps to do it. Hearing you call him baby bot makes his cock twitch, and hearing you call yourself Mommy, he's an absolute goner.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Teylan is a shy baby; he doesn't feel comfortable with others seeing him vulnerable like that. Teylan wants to do it just for the two of you in either his or your room, safe and sound.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Teylan is very curious; he loves to learn new things. What I'm trying to say is that Teylan loves to learn what makes you tick. What turns you on, what makes you moan the loudest, how can he make you scream in pleasure. That's what makes Teylan go.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

No pain play, meaning anything like spanking or impact play, rough hair pulling, or anything too rough in general. Anything that can cause pain or resembles violence and Teylan will shut down.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Grade A puppy boy. Eagar and messy. Teylan wants to bury himself in your cunt and never leave. Lapping at your folds and slurping on your slick. Teylan will stay there until you force him to breathe, showing off his face with your slick dripping down his chin.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Teylan really lets you control the pace in bed; he is still unable to make his own decisions. He loves watching you make each other feel good. As for how long, well, Teylan hasn't been active very long, resulting in his shorter time span.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

It's not that he hates quickies; it's that they give him anxiety. Quickies usually mean that you're both on a short time spend and have to get it over and done quickly. There's the anxious part of him that others will go looking for the two of you and seeing you. But there's also the fact that he feels a lack of emotional bonding, leaving him feeling empty and hurt. So, no quickies for Teylan.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Technically, yes, but this boy got anxiety. Teylan is always interested in trying new things, but it may take him a while to warm up and try the idea.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Unfortunately, Teylan doesn't quite have the control to last a while. The first time you two had sex, he came the moment he was inside you. And while it's not as bad as before, he's still pretty quick. But in his defense, Teylan can easily go a good eight rounds before he's too oversensitive.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Yes! Teylan loves toys, whether on him or you. Human tech is super exciting and cool to Teylan, and finding out that humans make toys for sexual pleasure, you may have just started Christmas on Pandora.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Not super into it. Teylan prefers it to be a straight pleasure, but if you ask to sit on his cock for a while, he won't say no. But be prepared. He's going to beg with little whimpers into your ear about how he wants to cum inside you and make you feel good.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Teylan is whiny and whimpery. It seems like a never-ending stream of pleasure and begging because he just wants to fill you up because you make him feel so good.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Teylan will never admit it, but there is something about So'lek that intrigues him, and he's heard that two men can do it together. Maybe you would also be interested?

X= X-ray

Based on the lack of nutrients he received at TAP, I'm gonna say that Teylan is smaller than the average Na'vi, sitting at 18 inches in length fully hard.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

I'm going to say it's a little lower than average. His day-to-day anxiety makes him exhausted by the end of the day. A lot of times, at the end of the day, he just wants to be cuddled into your arms.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Afterward, it can take Teylan a bit to fall asleep. His heart still pounding, his skin still feeling the remains of pleasure buzzing. Teylan loves laying with you and pillow talk.

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2 fast 2 furriest

summary: April gets her bike stolen by Repo Mantis, so it's up to Raph and you to help her get it back! And, you finally get the courage to ask Raph out…………with no problems whatsoever.

relationship: Raph x GN!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, kissing, sfw

word count: 8,001

You glance down at the timer you’d set on your phone. You’re sure in the time it’s taken you to look at the dryer and then back at it, the numbers would have been lower. You impatiently tap your fingers on the screen.

The clothes you’d put in there should be done any second now. One of life’s greatest pleasures, you’ve found, was taking a fresh, hot sweater out of the dryer and immediately putting it on. You practically drooled thinking about how the warmth would cut through the chill in your bones. Tonight, you had graciously accepted your friend April’s request to apartment-sit and watch over her pet Mayhem. You hadn’t seen him for quite some time, but April assured you that was normal.

“Nowadays, he just kinda comes and goes as he pleases. He’s a free-spirit!”

While you were secretly a little grateful that taking care of Mayhem only required you putting out a bowl of food and water every once in a while, you found it rather concerning that you had barely interacted with him the entire time you’ve been here. It was almost as concerning as the coldness you felt in April’s apartment. The thermostat was kept at a sensible, if not not aggravatingly low temperature. But, you weren’t one to come into another person’s place and mess with their settings. Anything to save a buck or two in these trying times, you figured.

Then– BRRRR!– your dryer let out an annoyingly shrill sound, signaling that it was done. Finally!

You toss your phone aside, and spring from the couch, tearing off your current top in favor of that sweet, sweet warmth. Your phone tumbles onto the couch cushions, while a faint buzzing sound of a notification goes unnoticed.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” you pull out a comfortable sweater that you’ve had since your freshman year of college. It’s pilled-cotton surface and faint smell of mothballs was the epitome of comfort. You quickly shove your head into it and shoot your arms through the sleeves.

The sound that escapes your throat is downright embarrassing, and you practically melt into the floor. “Gooooood…”

I’m just going to sit here for a second. Maybe a minute. A couple minutes.

You hug your arms around your chest and rock back and forth, letting the precious heat soak into your bones. Tonight was going to be a good night. The television was playing one of your favorite comfort shows, and you were about to finish eating some leftover meatloaf and green bean casserole April let you claim from her fridge.

Between your current job, having to worry about how you were budgeting your spending, and just life in general, you were in desperate need for a chill day. Friday nights were filled with endless possibilities for most people. Maybe they’d go out to a party and hang out with their friends, check out a new movie playing in theaters, or see a wild concert. Those ideas would normally spark your interest, but tonight was going to be the esteemed night of doing absolutely nothing.

The gentle warmth of your clothing, for some reason, makes your hazy mind think of Raph. You recall the night of the unsuccessful Foot Clan bust, and you feel the corner of your lips turning up. You still hadn’t really asked Raph out officially, and you’ve been making up millions of excuses to yourself as to why. Maybe you could just be content with the relationship you two share right now. After all, this is what it’s been like for years. It’s familiar. You sigh, relenting at how nebulous your intentions seem to be. Why can’t your heart and your brain just get over their stupid hangups and get onto the same page, already?

When the residual heat from your sweater seems to have been all tapped out, you lazily crawl from the laundry room back to the nest of comfort you’ve set up. You lift your body up to sit yourself at the coffee table to continue your meal, when you come face to face with a heinous sight.

It seems in your absence, Mayhem teleported himself back into the apartment. You stare at the multicolored creature as he continues helping himself to the food sitting on the table.

For a moment, he seems to realize you’ve been looking at him. He lifts his head up, pieces of green beans and crispy onions decorating his chops.

“Mayhem,” you threaten.

Then, he immediately goes back to chowing down. What a little shit.

“Hey– no! No!” You scramble over to smack away his head and attempt to push his small body off of the furniture. Mayhem, however, simply could not be fucked to move. Sometimes, you wish you could tell April just how much you despise little dogs. And dog-like mythical beings.

“I swear, I am this close to punting you,” you pinch your thumb and index finger together and shove it into his face to emphasize your annoyance.

After Mayhem seems to have had his fill of your food, he casually taps over to you, walking across the glass tabletop. His eyes are as neutral as can be, but they remain fixed on you. He sits and simply stares into your eyes, punctuated with a high-pitched chirping sound.

You shudder, a chill running down your spine. Mayhem scares you a little bit when he gives you those unsettling, knowing looks. You know he knows things. Like there’s a man trapped in there.

“What?” You try to escape his gaze, and slink back over to the couch to grab your phone. You were prepared to text April that her precious little dog-man best of indeterminate origin just returned, and ruined your perfect dinner.

Before you move your thumb to unlock it, you do a double-take to see you've gotten a couple texts from April already. The notifications read:

sherlock corn: i’m omw back now :DDD has mayhem eaten any of his food??

sherlock corn: god it’s cold outside

sherlock corn: there’s a weird looking tow truck out here, i think my boss’s car just got towed hahahahaha

sherlock corn: WAIT

sherlock corn: 3 Missed Calls

sherlock corn: I’M GONNA BE LATE I GOTTA GO KILL A BUG MAN

You run your hand over your forehead, thinking about the sort of shenanigans April was getting herself into. You usually tried to not let the fact that April was prone to exaggeration make you worry too much. But, of course, you can’t regulate the way your mind wanders to the possibility that she could be by herself tonight, without a bike, on a warpath to get it back. Your protective instincts start to kick in, and you frown a bit. Mayhem’s head tilts a bit in confusion, seeing your sudden distress as you look at your phone.

“Oh, April…” you say mostly to yourself.

You quickly open your messages and attempt to look over them again, seeing if you can try and find April’s location. Mayhem, chittering nervously, moves closer to you. He begins pawing at your leg, almost insisting that you let him in on what’s happening.

You look down at his pleading eyes. Deciding to give in, you lift Mayhem onto your lap and give him a gentle scratch on the cheek. “It’s ok, little guy. I think April just got her bike stolen. I’m sure she’s fine. Actually, I’m a little more worried about that bug man.”

You chuckle a bit thinking about it, conjuring up the image of a pathetic-looking insect man being beaten within an inch of his life.

As soon as he hears that April may or may not be in need of help, Mayhem pounces from his perch on your leg, and lands squarely on the top of your head. In an instant, you see a shimmering light surround the two of you. You blink, and you feel your being tear through the fabric of reality itself. It’s always disorienting to teleport. As much as you’ve enjoyed the company of people who liberally use their mystical powers on you, they had a nasty habit of interrupting your plans.

You have a bad feeling that this wasn’t going to be a chill night after all.

—

This was going to be a chill night, Raph mused to himself. No training, no patrol, just good ol’ fashioned relaxing.

He and his brothers were fixing to start one of their classic Jupiter Jim movie nights. Raph ambled into the kitchen area to grab the last of the popcorn and snacks, taking care to place everything into a convenient stack that he could carry back in one trip. Leo was always starting the movie before everyone got settled, the rascal.

Once he grabbed the last package of candy and set it atop his jenga tower of treats, he turned his heel to exit the kitchen.

“Hm-mhm…” Raph smiled, humming a song that had been stuck in his head to himself.

“RAPH!” Out of nowhere, April popped out behind the other side of the wall and grabbed onto Raph’s elbow. His precious snacks went tumbling onto the ground as a result.

“AUGHAH–!” Raph screeched, then fell to his knees to mourn his fallen snacks. “Why?”

April chuckled meekly, “Uh, sorry!”

She reached over to pat his shoulder in consolation for a brief moment, before quickly pulling him back up. “Listen, I just had a run in with that praying mantis guy! He repossessed my freakin’ bike!”

“Repo Mantis?” Raph’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. He noticed her heaving breaths, did April run all the way here?

“Are you okay? He didn’t rough you up or anything, did he?” Raph looked April up and down.

“Nah, listen. I was getting off of work, right? And when I went out to my bike, I saw him putting it into his truck. I was all like, ‘HEY, STOP’! And he was all like, ‘Why don’t cha make me?’ And then I came at him swinging–” April reenacted their exchange with a series of wild gestures, vaguely resembling punches.

“Then I think I ripped off one of his antennae things,” April reached into her pocket and withdrew a thin, purple-colored appendage, “but I’m basically unscathed.”

As it twitched a bit in her hand, Raph had to hold back a gag that threatened to make him puke. Not that he needed the visceral reminder, but God help anybody that thought about messing with April.

“Yeah– Yeah, right,” he physically turns away from her, but quickly regains his composure. “Let’s go get him, then! Just let me grab the guys–”

“There’s no time! I think I know where he’s going, but we need to go now. Let’s just take the Turtle Tank, Donnie already leant me the keys.” She spins a keyring around her fingers, then snatches Raph’s hand as she leads the two toward the garage.

Raph’s eyes narrowed in immediate suspicion, “You made a copy of the tank’s keys, didn’t you?”

“...Maybe,” her voice lowered.

As the two ran past the projector area, April took the opportunity to call out to Leo, Donnie, Mikey to inform them of their departure. They were all piled on top of eachother in the couch, having already started watching the Jupiter Jim movie without Raph. Typical.

April’s shout came out in a frenzied string of words, “HEYGUYSSORRYRAPHANDIHAVETOGOGETREPOMANTISBEBACKLATERBYE–!”

The three turtles, undeterred by their friend’s sudden appearance and exit, offered out a simple, “‘Kay.”

Raph climbed into his seat as April started up the Turtle Tank. They tore out of the sewers, and onto the streets of New York above. April hurriedly directed him to the place where Repo Mantis jumped her, and Raph drove easily between the lines of traffic.

“Don’t worry, April. We’ll show that Bug Man how the Mad Dogs deal with–”

Before he could finish his thought, a sudden burst of mystic energy popped into the interior of the tank. Raph’s confident grin dropped to a look of surprise, and he and April tore their attention from the road ahead to the two new passengers. It was Mayhem…and you?

He blinked a few times, watching Mayhem jump down from your head directly into April’s open lap. He let out a loud, happy purr as April took him into her arms.

“Woah, Mayhem!” April was just as surprised as the rest of you, but she lovingly accepted Mayhem’s aggressive head nudges. “Did you hear I was in trouble and came barging in to save me? My hero!”

You make a show of rolling your eyes at April, looking a bit offended. “And what am I, chopped liver?”

“Maybe answer my texts next time, bitch.” She smiles coldly at you.

Raph instantly perked up, calling out your name. “Hey!”

He enters the coordinates of Repo Mantis’ location into the autopilot feature, making sure it’s safe to leave the controls. Raph then approaches you, making you shift your attention from April to him. You look up at him a bit surprised, like you don’t exactly know how to greet him. Your hands reach out, faltering. You finally land on a simple pat on the arm.

“Hey! It’s you!” Your eyes shift around awkwardly, but you return his friendly greeting. It comes out forced, and you try to laugh it off.

Raph is a bit confused by your hesitance, but nonetheless amused. He laughs along with you, making you relax a bit. He’s happy to see you, even if it’s under less than favorable circumstances. Raph tries to focus back onto the chase to find Repo Mantis, but finds himself now hyper aware of your behavior. The way you move, the way you talk with April. He’d have to ask himself why later.

—

As soon as your vision clears back up, you look around to see April and Raph staring at you. Wait, Raph?

You try to take everything in stride. Okay, there was the teleporting, then the fact that you now found yourself in the Turtle Tank. Your brain, however, takes a bit longer to reboot to full operational capacity to take on social interactions.

Raph comes over to greet you, smiling warmly. You can see him saying things to you, but understand none of them. Then, he’s moving in closer. A hug? A friendly handshake? You suddenly forget how to properly interact with him, and you try your best to play it cool.

Your hand shoots from your side. From there, your body decides to let it reach out and pet Raph’s arm. The action is almost clinical in its execution.

You see the slightest change in his happy expression. Your gut twists in worry. Come on, you idiot, say something. You open your mouth, and the sounds and words that come out are seemingly beyond your control.

“Hey! It’s you!” You chuckle robotically.

Hey, it’s you? You wanted to slap yourself. Hell, you were ready to ask Raph to do it for you.

Determined to end your suffering as soon as possible, you snap your attention to April. Smooth, very smooth.

“Uh– I’m guessing we’re on our way to shakedown this, quote, unquote, “bug man.” Your fingers do air quotes for good measure.

“You got it!” April sets Mayhem down, and explains to you the events that led up to your abrupt arrival.

Occasionally, her eyes leave your own. Your attention seems to be off and wandering anyway. April discreetly goes to look between you and Raph. Her face doesn’t reveal much other than thinly-veiled curiosity.

Finally, you force yourself to be more present and focus back on April. “Huh, okay. So where do we find Repo Mantis? You think he’s still on the road?”

You try to take a step toward April, but the tank hits a pothole and you throw your arms out to try and stabilize yourself, “Wait, are we moving right now?”

Raph, similarly lost in his own thoughts, takes a moment to concentrate. He shakes his shoulders a bit, and returns to steering the tank.

“Of course we are! We’re gonna catch him while he’s doing another repo job, and get April’s bike back.” His boisterous attitude returns. “You better sit down, by the way.”

You abide, and slide into the nearest unoccupied seat. You smile to yourself, Raph was always a stickler for safety.

“C’mon, I know you’re out there somewhere,” April seethes, nearly grinding her teeth. Her eyes scour the countless streets you pass.

“I feel like you have murderous intentions,” you quip.

“Oh, murder’s gonna be the least of that guy’s worries. Raph, can’t this thing go any faster?” April slams her fists onto the console in front of her, her hands errantly hitting buttons.

Raph’s eyes shift between the digital screen before him, displaying some kind of GPS, and the two of you. “‘I think I found the signal from a tracker Donnie put on your bike, and we’re coming up on it soon.”

April seems to be briefly perturbed by the fact that her bike was being tracked Donatello, “Why am I not surprised?”

You whistle, impressed at Raph’s ingenuity. You suppose you should be impressed with Donnie, as well. If anybody in this group wanted to truly lose something, it’d have to be in another dimension.

You lean over and grab April’s hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze, “See? You’ll have your revenge in no time!”

April laughs in response, taking your hand. “Thanks. I know you probably didn’t plan on being dragged along. Mayhem must like you a lot!”

You purse your lips into a thin line, choosing to bite your tongue. You didn’t hate Mayhem, per say. You just weren’t a dog– rather, a magic dog person.

Mayhem, who seemed to have been summoned by April mentioning him, comes forward and tries rubbing up against your leg. You try to oblige and give him a couple head pats.

“Yeah, he’s the best.” Your voice is flat, barely concealing your forced attempt at affection. You suppose he could have just left you back at April’s apartment, but for whatever reason thought you accompanying him was mandatory.

Then you wonder out loud, “How did Mayhem teleport to you guys anyway?” He couldn’t have known where April was, could he?

Raph joins in your conversation, offering a shrug. “Maybe he just loves April so much, he could find her anywhere. Like a true, loyal companion.”

You look back at Raph, amused by his cheesy sentiment. “Mayhem likes you too, Raph. Right, little guy?”

You lift up Mayhem, and decide to make your way over to pass him off to Raph.

“Aww, Hey Mayhem! It’s been a while.” Raph smiles at the small creature, lifting a hand to give him a pet.

As soon as he comes within a few inches of Raph, Mayhem begins to recoil and sneer a bit at the red-clad turtle. Raph’s heart looks like it’s just been ripped from his chest, and you can’t help but chortle at him. You pull Mayhem back to cradle him in your arms, and like a switch, he goes back to a giddy, purring mess. It seemed that while Mayhem hated Raph, he couldn’t get enough of you. How unfortunate, you think. But very funny. You take a moment to shove Mayhem rapidly back and forth, cackling at the dog’s small growls as you try to push him closer to Raph.

Raph, having finally had enough of your teasing, scoffs and shoos you away. “C’mon, enough! You’re gonna rile him up.”

“Maybe it’s the cologne you’re using.” You glance back at Raph teasingly. You’ve thankfully gotten over your inexplicable awkwardness interacting with him from before, settling back into playful banter.

Raph’s face scrunches in disbelief, “No way.”

As if he thinks you somehow can’t see him, Raph lifts an arm to give himself a small, covert whiff. “Is it my ‘going over the speed limit’ stink?”

You lean in, letting yourself sniff Raph.

“I don’t think so. You smell more like bergamot and…” you go back to inhale deeply, almost comically so, “...and fresh rain. It’s nice.” Then, you turn from him and make your back to your seat with Mayhem.

Raph seems a bit startled at your daring display. If he thought you were somehow going to go out of your way to smell him, he would have most certainly made an effort to put on some cologne. And to top it all off, you’d said he smelled nice? Like, as in not bad? He can’t help feeling a bit restless, his face quickly turning a shade of red. He began mindlessly drumming his fingers along the armrests.

“You guys–! It’s him!” April’s voice cut through Raph’s thoughts. He tried to ignore the sudden tightness in his chest to look up at the road.

About a block ahead, you all could see the Repo Mantis tow truck parked on the side of the road. The Repo Mantis himself was absent, leaving his vehicle unattended. Raph sighs, knowing he’s probably out and about taking somebody’s oxygen tank or something. Raph quickly moves to activate the breaks. The tank skids to a halt, and Raph elects to park it in a nearby alleyway.

April’s eyes go absolutely sinister as she runs to the rip open the side door. “It’s time to repo your mortal soul, Mantis.” Her hands crack her knuckles menacingly.

Raph grabbed the back of April’s jacket, lifting her up and off the ground like a feral cat. “Why don’t you just let me handle this? We can’t have you getting arrested for manslaughter.”

April looked at Raph in annoyance, but thinking about it, brightened up and quickly replied, “You’re right, you can take the heat on this one. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

“Thanks.” Raph smiles sarcastically at her, voice laced with chagrin.

You wave after him, more than happy to let Raph do all the heavy-lifting, so to speak. “Good luck!”

Raph looks at you, a smile briefly appearing on his face. “Thanks! Uh, thank you. You too.”

Wow. Did he really just do the classic misplaced ‘you too’ line? You shake your head in shame, basking in the pure cringe you see Raph encapsulate as he rushes out of the tank.

You and April watch as Raph strides calmly over to the tow truck, eyes glued to the scene to watch for any signs of trouble. You were sure Raph would be fine, and you lean back into your seat and weakly begin to stroke Mayhem’s back. He yawns, and stretches himself out over your lap.

April folds her arms and takes her seat as well, kicking up her feet onto the dashboard. She looks over to you and Mayhem, taking in the rare image of you interacting somewhat enthusiastically with him.

You flop your head over, glancing at her with a lopsided smile. “Something on your mind?”

She takes a second to choose her words carefully, and mimics your upbeat demeanor. “No. Not really.”

You hum in response, and check a side view mirror to make sure Raph is still within sight. He seems to have safely approached the tow truck.

April does the same, and decides to just cut to the chase.

“What’s up with you two, anyway?” she innocently asks.

You swallow a bit, your mouth suddenly feeling rather dry. You carefully set Mayhem down on the ground beside you, and turn fully to look at April.

You raise an eyebrow. April was always easy to talk candidly with. If there was juicy gossip, be it about the turtles or anything else, she would usually come to you with it. By the look she’s giving you right now, she’s ready for you to indulge her nosiness.

You breathe in, you want her to say whatever she’s so clearly eager to say to your face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, why are you and Raph acting so weird around each other all of the sudden? What, you like him or something?”

Damn, you didn’t really expect her to be so eerily perceptive. You swallow again, determined to keep yourself and your emotions under control. You wanted to try to play your cards a little close to the chest.

“Or something,” you reply dryly.

“C’mon, don’t be coy,” she sighs. April then makes the move to fully look at you as well. “You can’t hide from me.”

You chuckle, putting your head on your hands. “Nothing to hide.”

She casts a scrutinizing gaze upon your form, looking you thoroughly up and down. “You know I’m a journalist, right? Getting the truth out of people is basically my job. I can read you like a book.”

“Oh, really?” You level her with your own look of scrutiny. “Then read me.”

She sputters a bit, but hardens her expression in an instant. The two of you stare at each other for several minutes. You weren’t going to break, you told yourself. Your mind was a steel trap.

After having seemingly come to her final conclusion, she closes her eyes to reveal her deduction.

Then, her mouth curls up into the smarmiest of smirks. In a singsong-y lilt, she states, “You like him!”

“Pfft— no, I don’t.” You turn your head back to the mirror, wanting to distract yourself.

I love him. In love, even.

Wait, no. Love? You racked your brain, but there really wasn’t any other word you could think of to describe how you felt about Raphael Hamato. But love? You were in actual, honest-to-goodness love? Somehow, it felt foreign think about your true feelings like that. You were baffled by emotions you have yet to fully understand.

You quietly scoff to yourself, and look back to April. When your eyes meet, her expression has completely changed to one of pure shock.

“What?” You don’t know what the look was for, quite frankly.

April’s eyes have practically bugged out their sockets. Her cat-eye glasses slip a bit down her nose as she inches forward.

“Dude, I was joking,” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “You’re in love with him?”

Ah, it would seem your internal dialogue became actual dialogue. Like in slow motion, the profound realization that you just admitted to April’s face that you were in love with Raph set in.

You slowly suck in your bottom lip, almost biting at the skin. Your hands, that have since been placed on the armrests, tighten into white-knuckle the leather. Your skin goes clammy. If you could self-destruct, you would very much like to at this very moment.

And like a dam one hairline crack away from bursting, your failure to deny the claim confirms it for April. She tries, but fails, to hold back her unadulterated joy.

“OH. MY. GOD.” She leans all the way to the edge of her seat, her nose but centimeters away from touching yours.

“APRIL—!”

She immediately cuts you off, grabbing your shoulders and squealing with wild abandon. April then lifts you both from your seats to spin and twirl about in a loving embrace. Beneath you, Mayhem has not seemed to be disturbed in the slightest by the sudden shift in volume.

“This is— Holy shit!” She slaps her hands on either side of your face, causing your cheeks to become slightly squished. “You know what this means, right?”

“That I can die and go to Heaven now?” You feel your head slip down. There was no other way to deal with this other than a swift and merciful death.

“No, dummy! It means you have to tell me everything! Have you told him yet? Have you asked him out? Do you think he feels the same? Have you kissed? What—“

You reach up to pinch April’s cheek in a bid to get her to stop her bombardment of questions. Thankfully, she closes her mouth, looking at you in anticipation.

“If you would stop grilling me for one second,” you release her and push off to fall back into your seat, “I can tell you.”

She eagerly sits back down as well, hands placed politely on her knees. “Go on.”

“Not yet, not really, don’t know, and no.” You lift up a finger to correspond with each response.

“Verbose, as always,” April teases you.

“W-Well, what do you want me to say? I’m bad at this sort of stuff. I don’t know when it started exactly…” You look at your short nails. You had previously bit them all off in a fit of anxiety a couple nights before.

April straightens a bit, and gives you a sympathetic look. Her eyes flit briefly back toward the street, wondering if Raph would be back sometime soon. Then, she places a firm, reassuring hand onto your own.

“Hey, it’s cool! You can tell me or not tell me whatever you want. I’m just really happy for you. You and Raph would make a super cute couple.” She tosses a playful wink at you, and you can’t help the small smile that starts to tug at your lips.

“And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. And if you ever need any help— well, not that you need help. I’m not like, super experienced in love. But, I can be your wingman! Or, you could—“

You cut April off, wrapping your arms around her neck to give her a tight hug. You couldn’t ask for a better friend than her. She falters a bit, but wraps her arms around you as well. You weren’t usually the one to initiate hugs, and was pleasantly surprised at your closeness.

“You sure know how to ramble, huh?” You squeeze her neck a smidge tighter.

“Har-har,” she sighs, rolling her eyes at you.

You separate and give a genuine smile. “Thanks. Seriously.”

The two of you grab at each others’ hands, lacing your fingers together and sitting knee-to-knee. You really missed hanging out with April like you used to, spending countless days together working on homework and pulling all-nighters. Sitting with her like this, it’s as if no time has passed.

“I gotta ask, though.” April cocks her head, looking at you expectantly. You nod for her to continue.

“Why Raph?” She smiles at you, her eyes sparkling.

The face you pulled must have made her backtrack a little, so she quickly adds, “You know what I mean. Like, what about Raph specifically made you…fall in love with him?”

She titters a bit at the end, like a giddy kid getting to say a curse word for the first time. You giggle along with her, your ears burning and toes tapping.

“Do you have a couple hours to spare?” You look wistfully out into the street, and suddenly you become aware of why all of you were out here in the first place.

“Speaking of Raph…” your eyebrows crease in worry. You tried to ease off and let him take care of dealing with the bad guy, but now you were tempted to go with April and investigate.

“Yeah, we should probably go check. Hey, Mayhem.” She reaches down and shakes him a bit, waking him up from his nap.

“Think you could go pop in on Raph, make sure he’s not dead?” She jokes.

Mayhem takes his sweet time getting up, arching his back, and splaying his toes to stretch them. He chirps, confirming that he’d oblige. You watch as Mayhem once again blinks out of existence.

You wring your hands, looking out into the unusually empty street. You could swear you saw more people out there before.

“I’m sure he’s fine. He’s just getting a few extra licks in for us,” she states confidently. April shadow boxes the air a bit, illustrating her point.

And then from behind, you hear a familiar, distressed voice.

“DRIVE, DRIVE AWAY NOW!”

—-

Raph’s loud voice came crashing in as Mayhem teleported him into the tank, along with a slightly dented bike. Raph looks like he’d just been in a fight with a cheese grater, cuts and scratches covering his entire body.

April and you gawk at the visibly shaken turtle, before turning to each other in disbelief. You weren’t sure a praying mantis could do all that damage. She looks back at Raph, giving him a quick, “Don’t have to tell me twice!”

April shoots from her seat and takes control of the Turtle Tank, turning on the ignition in an impressive display of speed. The wheels screech against the pavement, the smell of burning rubber wafting in the air as she peels out into the street. It’s interesting to see April handle herself so well in high-stakes situations, like the ones you’ve come to find yourself in more and more frequently.

Not content to just sit there and do nothing, you go to follow Raph, who has planted himself in the back area of the tank. He sits on a bench, still desperately clutching the bike in his shaky hands. You gently coax his fingers off of the metal, and move the bike out of the way.

“What happened back there? You look like you’ve seen—“

“Cat. Big Cat. Huge.” His words come out choppy and full of horror.

You blink, but reach out to place a hand on his chin. You lift his head up and to the left, examining for any serious injuries. “What big cat?”

“Mrs. Nubbins,” April squeaks out. You turn, looking out to see an enormous bug-cat hybrid bounding toward your vehicle. Its massive tail whips back and forth in a menacing show of force, the appendage sending several nearby cars flying into the air.

You cry out in terror, and April tries her best to take a sharp right turn at an upcoming intersection.

You do your best to get a good look at the beast, a little bit in awe. Weirdly enough, you spot a small figure sitting at the top of the cat’s head. It’s as if it was being controlled by a tiny man. You could only assume who would be the one to occupy that role.

“‘EY, COME BACK HERE! I AIN’T THROUGH WITH YOUSE YET!” A faint voice called out from behind the tank, loud enough to reach your ears.

“April!” You call out. Repo Mantis was definitely not a villain you were itching to meet anytime soon. The thunderous pounding of cat paws were quickly approaching, and you could feel the suspension begin to work overtime as you were launched about an inch into the air.

“Workin’ on it—!” April barked back at you. She yells, trying to manage a series of tight maneuvers. The tank veered left and right, dodging various environmental obstacles such as other cars and people in a hasty chase that took you into the deepest bowels of the city.

Raph was still stuck in a haze, and you couldn’t help but grab onto his hulking form for some sense of support as you were threatened to be tossed about the back seat like a bag of loose groceries. You grab his face, trying desperately to get him to come back to his senses.

“Raph, now’s really not the time to check out!” You shout encouragingly. But, nothing happens. The same pain-stricken, pale-looking face looks out into the middle distance.

You grumble, praying that this wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass.

“Let’s go,” you exclaim, lightly slapping Raph across the face.

“Come on,” another smack to the opposite side.

“Don’t make me do something drastic,” you warn, repeatedly slapping him back and forth across the face. No response.

You bite back a groan, but muster up all the courage you can. Surely, you weren’t about to try it. It wouldn’t work. You had no choice, you told yourself.

You sucked in a quick breath through your nostrils, and lean forward, awkwardly smashing your dry lips onto his. This should be a lot more romantic than it is, and you take a brief moment to savor the act. Even though you were mostly joking earlier, you breathe in his scent and are instantly intoxicated. You let yourself linger a bit too long, parting your lips ever so slightly. If breathing in his scent was getting you going, tasting it was a whole other experience. But, you remember you’re all being chased by a turtle-hungry giant cat. The residual force from the tank’s erratic movement forces you to part from Raph’s lips. You note how surprisingly not terrible they felt.

But, to your exasperation, Raph remained shell-shocked (you laugh a bit in your head). Well fuck, time to pull out the big guns.

You angrily grab Raph’s right hand, rolling it over to expose the meat of his thumb. Then, you sink your teeth into it, chomping down as hard as you possibly can. If this didn’t work, you were truly worried that Raph might be in some fear-induced coma.

Then, to your joy, you hear Raph’s signature yell grace your ears. You’d never been so grateful to hear that goofy noise in your entire life.

Raph is a bit disoriented, but he looks down to the source of the strange sensation he was feeling in his hand.

“What the— What just happened?” Raph blubbers. He rubs the back of his head a bit, then lifts up his right hand to his face. For whatever reason, you just kept on biting, your head rising along with his appendage.

“‘Ur ‘ack!” you mumble, mouth occupied with Raph’s hand.

His eyes shift back and forth to your teeth and you, mouth coiling into a tight squiggle. A couple drops of sweat seem to fall down his face.

“Uh, can you—“ he wiggles his hand a bit. He looks a little embarrassed.

Oh, right. You unclench your jaw and release him. You awkwardly chuckle a bit, looking at the small marks beginning to form on his hand that mimic your bite pattern. You have to almost click your jaw back into place, having held it open that wide for that long.

“Sorry, it was kind of my last resort,” you admit. You give Raph a light smile as you pat his face, pleased to finally have him back to his senses.

You briefly see him lick his lips, putting his hand in his other one protectively.

“Well,” his eyes continue to shift, almost unwilling to meet your gaze. “I’d hate to know what your other resorts were.”

You look at him, a bit puzzled. You guess he really didn’t remember you slapping him. Or doing that…other thing. Maybe you’d just keep that bit of knowledge to yourself for a while. You stared at the slightly flustered Raph, cheeks dusted pink, and shallow breathing coming out in quiet puffs. Then, something small seemed to snap inside your psyche. Nothing huge, but suddenly you looked at Raph a little differently. You hated to admit it— oh, who were you kidding, you quite liked admitting it. Seeing Raph, the 6-foot-something tall, brick shithouse of a guy, in such a state before you made you feel things. Things that were somewhat inconvenient while in the middle of a high-speed car chase.

“I could show you again sometime.” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively at him. You’re not exactly sure where your sudden lurid charm came from, but you kind of liked it.

Raph attempts to respond, rapidly forming silent syllables with his mouth, but otherwise remains speechless. Your eyelids drop, letting yourself study his minute expressions. Raph can’t help but ogle you a bit, but quickly shakes his head to bring him back to reality. You all were still on the run from Repo Mantis and his freaky cat Mrs. Nubbins.

“Oh, please,” he chastises you. Raph then pushes himself off of the bench, shaking his limbs out to clear his head.

April, seemingly unaware of the intimate moment the two of you shared in the back, calls out to Raph. “Where’s the garage?! I’ve kinda just been driving around wherever for a while!”

Raph whips his head around, moving back to the front of the tank to help April. “You lost ‘em? Nice work!”

You stay in the back for a minute, smiling at the back of Raph’s head. Oblivious to your loud and crazed environment, you let your index and middle finger lightly brush over your lips. The lightest touch, and you can feel yourself getting worked up again. You really needed a cold shower.

You peek out the back window, where thankfully, the cat beast was nowhere to be found. You had to remember to commend April on her driving skills when you got back to the lair.

April lets Raph take back his chair, and he begins steering the tank down a couple of narrow alleys, attempting to find a way back into the lair.

“So, are we just gonna leave Repo Mantis and his cat roam about out there?” April looked at Raph and you questioningly.

As if you were both on the same wavelength, the two of you responded with a resounding, “Yup.”

Raph and you suddenly felt a bit claustrophobic within the Turtle Tank.

—

The three of you emerged from the back, walking out into the garage and letting out a collective sigh of relief. April wheeled out her recovered bike beside her, running her hand over the seat.

“Donnie can buff out the scratches, if you want,” Raph offered.

“You know what,” April looked at the two of you, a tired look in the eye. “I think I’m gonna try taking the bus. Public transit is great.”

You nodded lazily, placing your hands behind your head and leaning back. “I hear that. Biking is so exhausting.”

Mayhem jumps up onto April’s shoulders, knocking his head against her own. He has had enough action for one night as well, and she nods. “Okay, okay. Let’s go to bed.”

You hesitantly glance from Raph to April, rubbing the back of your hand. You don’t exactly know what to say. You were tired as shit, but you could tell Raph was giving you a look that made you feel like he wanted to tell you something.

Giving you a knowing look, April bumps your shoulder and says, “I’ll give you a minute. I’ll send Mayhem to come back and get you, you’re sleeping over tonight.”

“Oh, uh…” you mumble. You were once again eternally grateful for April, and your rock a bit on your heels. “Sure, okay.”

“G’night, Raph. Thanks again for rescuing my bike!” April calls out as she shoots the two of you finger guns. Then, Mayhem teleports her away.

Raph, having finally let himself truly relax for the first time in several minutes, lets his large hand rest upon your shoulder. You turn to face him, giving him a look of naïveté.

“Yes?” you coo. You make a show to bat your eyelashes at him.

He looks down at you, his jaw tightly set. You could almost see the gears turning in his head. You resolve to save him any embarrassment and try to ease the tension.

“I know what you’re going to say,” you assure him. You reach up and run your fingers over the calloused skin of his hand.

“Wait, you do?” he squawks. His eyes search your face, looking for any sign of what’s going on inside your head.

“Pumpernickel?” you jest.

“Not even close.” Raph shakes his head disparagingly down at you.

You give a gentle snicker, and take a daring step closer. You resume your earlier expectation of Raph’s scratches from the cat, noting one that seems to have cut his mask up a bit on the left. You strain yourself to reach up and give the mark a cautious poke.

“Does that hurt?” You lean up, prodding at Raph’s face.

He stutters a bit, red beginning to color his features. “N-No, I’m fine! It takes a lot to really hurt me, haha.”

You allow your fingers to rub a bit at the affected area of his cheek. “True, you are pretty resilient.”

His shoulders slump a bit, and Raph looks up at the ceiling. “Say, uh…back there? You–”

You guess you had delayed the conversation long enough, retracting your hand. “Yeah, I don’t know why I did that. I don’t usually bite people.”

“Oh, yeah. That. The bite.” He glances back down to observe his hand, turning it around for you to see. “I’m actually kinda impressed, you did more damage than Mrs. Nubbins!”

Genuinely shocked, you grab at his hand to look closer. “What? No– You’re joking.”

“Yeah, look– I think you broke the skin!” He waves his hand mockingly in your face, chasing you a bit around the garage. You run away from his taunting, laughing along as the two of you scurry about.

“Don’t show me your wound!” You smack at his face, as Raph leans over to trap you in a side hug.

“I think it’s lethal, Doctor. What’s your prognosis?” He leans closer, his tone suddenly going deadly serious. You smirk and go along with the spontaneous medical roleplay.

“Hm…I think it’s infected. Better let me administer the antidote,” you state. Grabbing his hand, you place a wet, sloppy smooch on his thumb. You look up at Raph, and laugh at his dumbstruck expression.

“Ew, why’d you use so much spit?” He gripes, wiping his hand on the front of your sweater.

“It’s healing. I have the healing spit of a dog.” You can’t help but stare and take in the image of him leaning into your embrace, guffawing at your ridiculous statement. You could feel the familiar love pangs in your chest, and you stand a little taller to look him in the eye. If April were still here, she would be on the sidelines cheering for you to take the leap. You decide to borrow some of April’s energy and confidence, and you go for it.

“Hey, if you’re not too busy, would you wanna go do something with me? Preferably without the interference of any Foot dudes or giant, deadly cats?” You cock an eyebrow up at Raph, hoping your flawless transition wasn’t too much of a whiplash for him.

Raph immediately stops his laughter, and looks at you with a new glint in his eye. He is a bit taken aback, but responds with a swift grab of your hands.

“Uh, sure! Sure, I would love that.” Raph’s voice raises an octave.

You couldn’t believe it. After weeks, if not months of dreading it, you asked Raph out! You two were going to hang out alone, finally. You swore to yourself that even one minor villain threatened to interrupt your plans, you’d…well, you don’t know exactly what you’d do. Probably violence. You were too exhausted to think about plans at the moment though. You could save that for tomorrow. You give him a quick nod, letting yourself shamelessly smile from ear to ear.

You both look at each other to confirm for a moment that you, in fact, just asked him out. The world seemed to stop rotating at its axis. Raph’s stomach was doing backflips, but he tried to control his breathing so he could look you in the eye properly.

“I’m really glad you asked me that, if I’m gonna be honest,” he smiles warmly at you.

“Aww, really?” You can’t help trying to hide your shy expression in the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, I don’t usually kiss before the first date,” he says out of the side of his mouth. Raph then hits you with his own suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

Before you can fully process his bold admission, Mayhem appeared onto the top of your head once again to whisk you away to April’s apartment. He had remembered your less-than chaste kiss from back in the Turtle Tank, you realized. Your bug-eyed stare and beet-red face was the last thing Raph saw before you were taken away in a burst of shimmering energy. He chuckled to himself, standing alone in the garage for a minute to smile.

author's note: here's the followup to stakeout!! thank u for reading (read on ao3 if you’d like to see the rest of the series)

taglist: @saspas-corner

[serpentmessmer]

tag game!!

tagged by my darling @pregnancykink

Do you make your bed? i'll at least straighten it out, in large part because my cat loves sleeping on the bed and she prefers when it's made

What's your favorite number? multiples of 5 always make my brain go brrrr but also for some reason i really like the number 37

What is your job? i hang out with animals

If you could go back to school, would you? like college yeah maybe if i could afford it without it being a financial stressor sort of thing lmfao

Can you parallel park? yuuuup, i don't have to do it very often but i can absolutely do it

A job you had that would surprise people? i legit worked at a mine, doing gold mining stuff (preparing/photoing core samples, printing sample bags, weeding the core warehouse)

Do you think aliens are real? oh absolutely. with the size of the universe being what it is, there is no doubt in my mind that there are living beings elsewhere

Can you drive a manual car? yeeeeee, i've got a little '81 toyota sr5

What's your guilty pleasure? as prev said, i do not feel guilty about pleasure

Tattoos? i've got 10 i love getting tattooed

Favorite color? greens, but specifically very yellow-grey leaning greens, i like the swampy dusty colors

Favorite type of music? see, the thing is i kinda listen to everything/i don't really delineate by genre??? and my favorite changes by season because i'm really out here going based on the vibes. recently it's been a lot of the pop-punk i listened to in high school tho so like mid-late '00s pop punk but i listen to a lot of metal and ambient and pop and hip hop, it's more "does it fuck?"

Do you like puzzles? i do, and like p much all of them i love games that are really puzzle based especially

Any phobias? yea for sure but i'm not going to list them here though where somebody can use them against me lol (spike im just keeping ur answer bc same)

Favorite childhood sport? i am deeply uncoordinated and unathletic and well i ended up playing golf in high school and that's about it. i was less a sports kid and more a going outside and being a gross menace kid

Do you talk to yourself? oh absolutely, on the regular

What movies do you adore? the way my brain screams ANNIHILATION every time this movie comes up lmfao, but some others are mandy, dinner in america, the mummy, the second lotr specifically, and jesus christ superstar which i do rewatch at least once every year. i like movies they're fun

Coffee or tea? generally more tea but that's because most roasts of coffee give me hellish stomach cramps and not a lot of places have white coffee which is the only one that consistently doesn't fuck my guts up something fierce

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? a vet, but i am not mentally/emotionally strong enough for that and i am not nearly good enough at math to do all the sciences required lmfao ive just always really loved animals

for tagging i'll hit @rmilkies @wetusb @kennyyomega @ashes-acedia and @saltbind

[nomsfaultau]

Daily ask №32

Finale edition!

This has went on for entirely too long, and since I cannot keep this up, I have decided to officially close the daily asks. So, this is a finale of sorts.

1. What was your favourite question out of all? Or just a question that you found particularly interesting.

2. What was your favourite edition out of all? Aka a favourite ask.

3. Did you expect for this to go on for as long as it did? A month? That's not too long but still. What were your general thoughts about it at the start?

4. What questions you hoped I'd ask but I never did? Just in case you have those. Or take this as a space for rambling.

5. Replying to Tubbo from like the 4th or 5th ask, yes the wife revival does work on your wife too. And Rosalind. Boom they're alive now (if they still want them to be) woohoo

6. Any final words from you or the fault crew? Hope they had fun too in theory. With all of the scenarios that I put them into anyways.

Thank YOU for answering all of those questions, giving me the opportunity to ask them in the first place and giving me the opportunity to get to know you and your creations better. Sorry if I was ever annoying or uncreative or anything like that. GOOD LUCK!! CONTINUE CREATING BECAUSE WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!! FAULT MY BELOVED

I'll probably send asks after that too but maybe not every day. So.. be ready : D

its been an honor

1.Undertale ask. Or the swap one. Very difficult to choose. Brain went brrrr and I had to stop myself from making a whole fic.

2. 15, the one about all the symbolism in that bad boy. And Evil Mole. Also the questions about Ranboo inspired new plot points given I was forced to really interrogate that part. 

3.I did not! Very long time, and like ~150 questions! I was honestly amazed you kept thinking up more and in such different directions. I think at the start it would be in that format of asking about the mcyt characters involved that it was initially, and so figured there’d be five of them. Obviously that was blown out of the water ^-^

4.I thought Niki might come up, but honestly she’s still in the oven so information given would be subject to change. Or potentially the NPCs. 

5.Tubbo: welp we did a whole lotta character growth for no reason! 

But for real though everyone is super stoked about it. Makes getting help from Rosalind’s family easier, plus she can safely get supplies from human civilization without needing to worry about discovery. Probably doesn’t really get rid of 100% all Tubbo angst since they still like made that decision and know that about themselves, but still. Feel like everyone (-tommy) might have some reserves because well Foundation employee, but The Blade remembers how she tried to rescue Tommy and so she’s cool in his books. The Rosalind and Wilbur dynamic would be so complicated between the human + Foundation, but nice? helped? nonthreatening? 

As for Martha. Oh she is so confused and so old. Very lovely lady, but life on the run is not meant for her at all. Not necessarily shocked about all the anomalies since she was less skeptical than Rhodes. Also her husband is now the kid she raised, which is like strange ngl. Freud would have a field day with this one. 

6.They’re mostly relieved with the scenarios, since they tend to be a nice laidback break from the Foundation. Plus the cookies were nice. Nom. 

As for me, thank you for caring so much about the story I’ve poured so much love into! From the start I kinda just intended to throw Fault out into the void to get it out of my head, and the fact little Creetures have decided to gather around a poke it is very warming. Especially having actual conversations, translating abstract numbers into real people. Making it seem real. Like, talking, connecting with someone through it, its very overwhelming in a positive way.

[thebest-medicine]

7. How does tickling make you feel?

37. Spontaneous tickles, or a planned session?

38. Share a line from a book that you like.

7. How does tickling make you feel?

It’s…. Hmm this is such a good question. It feels like love, like silliness and playfulness that makes you feel light. Like nervousness and panic and play and safety and REALness. It’s grounding. It’s fun and competitive and makes my brain go brrrr. It feels intimate and makes my heart race and my toes tingle and my thoughts blank except for everything in the moment. It feels like being present. And like being hugged. Soft. Kind. Teasing. Wonderful.

37. Spontaneous tickles, or a planned session?

I did answer this one in another ask but I will elaborate!!!!!

I think there’s so much space for planning out sessions to try new things and allow for improvisations and fun play and spontaneity

38. Share a line from a book that you like.

“I have learned this for certain: if discontent is your disease, travel is medicine. It resensitizes. It opens you up to see outside the patterns you follow. Because new places require new learning. It forces your childlike self back into action. When you are a kid, everything is new. You don’t know what’s under each rock, or up the creek. So, you look. You notice because you need to. The world is new.”

Book: To Shake the Sleeping Self

Author: Jedidiah Jenkins

Ask me more things!

[badass-at-fandoming]

Nod Squad OT3 (Beckett/Anatole/Lucita), Beckett/Sascha, Julia/Dakota, Nines/LaCroix?

Hi friend! Thank you for playing this game with me. I kept this ask as a talisman all yesterday, knowing I would have time to answer it today! :D

I ship all of these! Not in the "makes brain go brrrr" way, but more in the "my friends really like this and I love watching my friends experience joy" way. A perk of having such creative tumblr friends is I get to frolic and ramble in all the worlds they write down and make art of.

1)What made you ship it?

Nod Squad OT3 caught my attention because like, what do you mean there are actual canon friends in the World of Darkness? Who are they? What are doing? Then, uh, Beckett happened. XD I started liking Beckett/Sascha largely because of your skyline series, and hours of chatting on Discord. After playing Bloodlines, I wasn't in the mood for Nines/LaCroix to do anything besides barbecue Ventrue Tower. Then, the sheer amount of meta, fic, and art convinced me. And of course Ming Xiao comes too.

Julia/Dakota is a little different. I ship it because they're canon in the game. It would take A LOT for me to designate a canon lesbian romance as NOTP. [spoiler] When Dakota put on Julia's clothes, I thought it was the classic romantic thing of wearing a partner's clothes because one misses them. Dakota mentions she misses Julia earlier, even. Then I was puzzled on how they both have the same trouser AND blouse size (and wondered if it was simply storytelling convenience or sexism thinking all attractive woman are one shape). Then I mentally chided Julia for being angry way out of proportion; then I remembered compassion and reminded myself of Julia's ambient stress levels. I didn't get the scene was meant to be like, sinister or relationship-breaking until the game ended and I looked up Single White Female's ending.[end spoiler]

2) What are your favorite things about the ship?

Reverse order. I love Julia and Dakota's color symmetry and the fact they exist. Nines/LaCroix is like watching one of those videos of a great ape recognizing themself in a mirror (the melting of anger to wonder, tenderness). Beckett/Sascha because I love a recovery. Nod Squad for the banter and the humor.

3) Is there an unpopular opinion you have on the ship?

The tumblr VtM fandom regulars are like, 2 people per continent on Earth, so IDK if it's possible to have an obvious unpopular shipping opinion. I guess LaCroix/Nines numbers are up there, but it's defo not as popular as shipping an OC with a Bloodlines character. I will say that I wanted all the Shadows of New York Steam achievements, but I didn't want to play the Good Ending, so I had my rather Lasombra-like friend play it for me. XD

Thank you again for the ask @ryttu3k :D :D :D

[desperatecheesecubes]

All righty y’all! As a celebration of passing 3K comics read and the new year here’s a list of comics I personally think are Worth Your Time. I only included runs I’ve read at least a good chunk of so if you’re personal favorites aren’t here I might not’ve read em yet, or just haven’t read enough to pull of my favorites in the case of longer runs

In (mostly) alphabetical order:

Another Castle by Andrew Wheeler and Paulina Ganucheau : A fun cast of characters, a princess who kicks ass what more could you want, really.

Aquicorn Cove by Katie O’Neill: in fact just go ahead and read everything Katie has written. It’s all lovely and heartwarming, full of diversity and genuine characters. I could not recommend enough. Great for all ages!

Avatar Katara and the Pirates Silver/ Suki Alone/Toph Beifongs Metal Bending Academy: These standalone stories have been excellent. They really fit in with the tone and pacing of the show. I can’t wait for Azula’s solo to release.

Avatar The Lost Adventures: On the sillier side of what ATLA was (mostly) but a good fun time over all.

Avatar Free Comic Book Day Issues: they’re free!

Batgirl (2000): Cass’s batgirl run is phenomenal actually. Really, for real, you should try it.

Batgirl (2009): Stephs batgirl run is shorter and you can pick up the entire thing in TPB form easily. This era of Batfam comics also has a special place in my heart, I feel like a lot of writers found their stride here. There’s room for hope and all that.

Batgirl (2011- the Gail Simone half): if you’re on Tumblr im sure you know the problems with this run. I just really love Babs, this was one of the first comic series I ever read, my introduction to Babs, and also Gail is an excellent writer and some of the stories in this run are just phenomenal all around- looking at you issue 30.

Batgirl Special (1988): you want some QUALITY BabsGirl content?? This is an excellent start!

Batgirl The Greatest Stories Ever Told: collects a number of classic BabsGirl stories from the pre-crisis Batman comics. As well as some post crisis comics I’ll be putting on this list on their own anyway.

Batgirl Year One: The definitive post crisis Batgirl origin story! I loved all the nods to what Babs goes on to do (work with black canary, become oracle etc etc) and the art is very fun.

Batgirls: Can you tell I like the batgirls? The art is fun, the stories are low stress. It’s a fun run to just pull up and have a good time with. The earlier runs definitely dealt with heavier narratives but not everything has to be doom and gloom to be good.

Batman Cataclysm and No Man’s Land: You’ve probably heard people talk this arc up before. They’re not lying to you! It’s long, and there’s a lot of batfam members active in it but it’s absolutely worth reading if you enjoy the bats

Batman Second Chances: collecting Jason’s post crisis origin (issues 408-416) plus a few other stories this is definitely worth the read if, again, you like the bats.

Batman Death in the Family: the one Jason dies in and Tim’s pre N52 origin!

Batman Knightfall: Bane comes in and absolutely wrecks Bruce’s shit what’s not to enjoy

Batman Court of Owls/Night of Owls/City of Owls: man the Court is such a cool enemy concept for Bruce. Some of the only good things N52 gave us IMO

Batman Death of the family: I just really enjoyed the whole family having to come together I won’t lie

Batman Fear State: this was an absolute mess but it was a FUN mess

Batman and Robin (2011): alright don’t murder me but I though this run had more depth of writing than the 2009 run did…. Like both are good but I kinda think this one’s better…. In fact just go ahead and read the whole Robin Requiem arc

The Batman Chronicles 5 and 10: some absolutely stellar Babs stories!!!

Batman Eternal: look at the whole batfam (at the time) go! Makes my brain go BRRRR

Batman Incorporated (2012): also known as the one Damian dies in and the one where Jason pisses himself and it becomes a plot point for some reason! Fun!

Batman Batgirl: More good Babs content!!

Batman Battle for the Cowl: All hell breaks loose in the batfam. Good chaotic fun really

Batman One Bad Day Two Face: I think Two Face is the best Batman villain and I’m tired of pretending otherwise

Batman Urban Legends 1-6: Jason almost adopts a son, Tim comes out as bi, Grifter gets up to some stuff

Batman Wayne Family Adventures: literally all fluff!! Everyone can use some fluff now and then

Birds of Prey (1999) I’m a black canary Stan I don’t know what you expected

Black Canary (1993): the best stand alone ack Canary solo. Dick and Helena steal a tank in this run, there’s a story that talks about Dinah putting on her mom’s uniform for the first time it’s all good stuff

Black Canary (2007): this is less stand alone and needs some arrowfam knowledge to truly enjoy but I want more people to love Sin (I still want her to be red canary)

Black Canary and Zatanna Bloodspell: a BC/ZZ graphic novel what more do you really need to know?

The Brave and the Bold (2007) issue 33: I will never emotionally recover. Another good Babs story!

Christmas With the Superheroes (1988): a collection of stories that are holiday inspired! Some great moments in here and a nice variety

Convergence Batgirl: I really enjoyed stepping back into Stephs batgirl run. A nice what if scenario

Convergence Superboy: Kingdom Comes Supes pleading with 90s Kon just got to me OK?

DC Festival of Heroes/DC Pride: more short story collections

DC First batgirl/joker: another Babgirl story recommendation? It’s more likely than you think

Earth Prime 4: this is a fun stand alone Stargirl story. You don’t have to watch the tv show to follow it (I say this with certainty because I myself don’t watch the show)

Extraordinary by V.E. Schwab (if you’ve read Vicious the novel first): hard to talk about this without spoiling the plot of the novel but if you read and enjoyed that this is also good yes

The Final Night: the 90s had some real bangers didn’t they? Also known for the time Hal died (for realsies)

The Flash (2011): flash fans will probably passionately inform me there’s better flash stories prior to N52 but I haven’t read em and *I* think this run is damn enjoyable. And this is my list and I can put whatever I want in it

Gotham Academy: zany wacky hijinks ensue

Green Arrow by Mike Grell: Grell knows his shit

Green Arrow (2001): look at the Arrowfam get together!!!

Green Lantern/Green Arrow Hard Traveling Heroes: politics in comics can be good actually

Green Lantern Legacy/Alliance: some of the DC graphic novels are excellent really

Identity Crisis: this story made me insane I love it

Injustice Gods Among Us: it’s not a ‘what if Superman were evil’ story so much as a ‘what if Superman lost his way and broke everyone’s hearts and then also the world’ story

Legends of the DC Universe #6-11: some great stories of Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Oliver queen and Barbara Gordon!

Let them live! Unpublished Tales from the DC Vault! #2 and #5: great Dick and Ollie content

Marvel Adventures Superheroes #1: Spidey, Hulk and Ironman have to dog sit, what could go wrong!

Nimona by N.D. Stevenson: I would die for literally every character you don’t understand

Nubia and the Justice League Special: Nubia has a really long day and we get to vibe with the Justice league gang circa 2021/2022 I’m certainly not complaining

The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang: very cute. Family friendly!!!

Robin Year One: Dick Grayson as a young Robin!

Sensation Comics featuring Wonder Woman/ Sensational Wonder Woman: Wonder Woman stories can be something so personal actually

Shadow of the batgirl: CASS!!!

Showcase ‘94 #12: more Babs!!

Starfire (2015): Kory deserves more on goings I’m not kidding

Stargirl/ Stars and S.T.R.I.P.E./Stargirl spring break special : I love Courtney she’s such a good character

Supersons: I will mourn the loss of Jon forever

Superman the death of Superman and all its subsequent parts: yeah this is a certified banger storyline. Plus it gave us Kon-the boy of all time

Superman the wedding special: whoops Clark got kidnapped and Lois has to save him!

Superman/Shazam first thunder: and then Clark adopted Billy…. Right?

Superman smashes the Klan: yeah I see why this is called required reading

Task force Z: I am willing to die on this hill

Teen Titians by Kami Garcia and Gabriel Picolo: they’re not the TTs of main comic continuity and that’s OK

Teen Titans year one: who gave the artist to draw all the kids so small and remind me that oh my god they’re just children

Thor (2014) and The Mighty Thor (2015): I love Jane

Truth and Justice (2021) #4 and #6: more batfam stories

W.I.T.C.H.: nostalgia isn’t blinding me this is good comics

Wonder girl (2021): we deserve Brazilian characters actually reflecting the culture correctly but I also really enjoy Yara.

Wonder Woman (1987) #90-100, 160-161, 206-213: definitely not the ONLY good WW stories but some very good Wonder Woman stories

Wonder Woman agent of peace/Wonder Woman black and gold/Wonder Woman come back to me/Wonder Woman Hiketeia: More Wonder Woman stories!

Worlds finest (2009): 2009-10 batfam my beloved

[lunastars21]

Elnor ramble (My Crackship)

Okay so imma explain this bullshit ship I came up with that's so least likely to happen at all in the sonic universe. Konor x Prince Elias is the ship in question. First off who are they in sonic! Konor is a thug that works for fang the sniper and kidnaps princess Sally, they get sent to prison in the end and eventually die by food poisoning caused by fang. Elias is a prince and eventually king of the Kingdom of acorn, and Sally's brother, who we leave off in a cliffhanger when Archie got rebooted where he tries to get his crown back from evil wizard naugus.

These two have never met

Ya still with me here? Kay cool, so why ship them? Especially since fuckin Konor helped to kidnap his own sister in the comic! Well I got two reasons why this suddenly happen, number one: my Elias and Konor are different from their Archie counterparts, Konor has more of a personality and doesn't die, and Elias is more of a missing prince that's just assumed dead and is never thought to be found. Their stories are completely different but still remain sorta to their roles in the Archie comic, Konor is still a troublemaker, and Elias is still royalty. Number two: shower thoughts be damned, I was planning Elias during that lol, I was listing off things, like how Elias has a bad sense of directions and always gets lost, being in the most bizarre areas. Or how he calls himself a hero prince, leaping Into action to help people without a second thought. And lastly, I decided to make him gay, yes in Archie he's married to a nice lady but he just gave me main anime protag vibes and gay energy I couldn't resist.

Now who else did I give gay energy? Oh yeah Konor, and that's when it clicked. I made two Archie characters have a gay trait and that immediately made me hook them together. But that's not all! The trope also gives a good dynamic. My Konor has more personality than his 'just evil thug' Archie counter part, he's shy, hesitant to do things, and stresses out a ton, but when it comes to miss Nic or his brothers, he throws it all aside to defend them. So you basically have a brave hero royal who doesn't back down from a fight, with a shy thug who's afraid of a ton of things and doesn't like fighting. Put them together and you get a hero royal trying to protect an outcast scaredy cat, it's absolutely great and I loved it once I put it together.

Would they clash based on their different roles and such? yes of course, but at the end of the day, they get through it and act like a fuckin anime Rom com, going through dangerous adventures together and being Fuckin cute. Maybe even a part were Nic, Karl, and Jeff, give Elias a set of quest to prove if he's worthy of being with Konor! The brain rot be going BRRRR.

But that's all for now! Maybe later I'll show more art of this unlikely duo or type more nonsense, if you read all this, thank you I appreciate it :] and now you understand why I draw them together lol xD

[pqrachel]

Lore Dump Questions

It's been a bit since I've done something like this, but I found a giant list of character design questions here. And so I'm gonna pick some of my OCs and generate a couple random numbers from 1-253 for each of them and and then just ramble and explore the characters a bit.

So yeah just an insanely long rambly bit of character exploration below the cut...

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So the first character I'm doing this for will be Taylor Che. He's one of my main 4 Blanksford cast and I've been trying to figure out some stuff regarding where I'm taking his story.

36. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? So I kind of haven't thought about Taylor's family like at all. Gabby has one sister, Aeri and Madi have no siblings, but Taylor I just don't know. So I guess right now I'm making the decision that he's got two brothers. I know Taylor figured out he's genderfluid around 15 / 16 years old in upper school. I've got a story in progress about him figuring that out and there's tension between him and his first boyfriend. And I think him having to figure that out mostly on his own makes a lot of sense. Maybe one brother is older and already moved out and doing his own thing, and the other is younger and not super able to help him think about that kind of thing. I think his family would be respectful but not like too helpful if that makes sense. I don't want to decide too much on a whim, but that seems like a decent starting point for when I want to come back to his family later.

158. What is your favorite animal? Why? I haven't done a lot of ecological set-up, but Taylor's born in Blanksford which is like a pretty dense city. I know Gabby's into birds, Aeri's into dinos (dino fossils aren't nearly as common due to the ecology of Solthra, but this is a question about Taylor), so I don't know what Taylor would be into. Maybe something aquatic but the only aquarium in Origia is in D-City, so that might be better for Madi since she's born in D-City and could have had some family trips their with her parents before they got divorced when she was 12. So I guess for Taylor I could do like city cats that'd be cool and I don't have any actual pets either so maybe giving Taylor a pet cat could be cool. I could even make Jaspurr from my Colostle story be Taylor's cat. Because I've done story crossovers a bunch and I really like Jaspurr and I haven't touched my Colostle series in a while and it'd be a shame to not use my lil cat design, so that seems like it could be a lot of fun.

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Okay new character, let's keep with the Blanksford characters I'm focusing on in my latest wips, so Artemis. I'm still trying to place her fully in the story. She's a vigilante that the majority of the population hates, and Taylor's coming around to seeing her side of things, and it's creating some tension that makes me want to flesh out her character a bit more so let's see how this goes.

15. What does your voice sound like? This is a question I don't think about too much. Like even when watching shows / video games I just don't think about a character's voice that much. The only character of mine I have a voice actor head-canon for is Aeri who I'd want played by Ashly Burch because Life is Strange brain go brrrr. But for Artemis I don't know. I spent a bit looking for voice actors who I'd like to see but that's so far out of my wheel-house. Like I'd want her voice to give villainous vibes. Maybe the VA who played Sylvie *checks notes* Sophia Di Martino. ...but after rewatching some clips that's not really right either, but Tom Hiddleston could be a fun voice for Taylor. I don't know...

49. If you died or went missing, who would miss you? Damn straight at her insecurities. But she's got no remaining family until she got her powers no serious friends. And afterwards Blank had to be coerced to even help and doesn't really like her that much even though they sort of work together. There's something going on with her and Taylor but it's complicated. Definitely in the future, I think Taylor would miss her, but where the story's at in my head, that a bit ambiguous on his feelings.

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OK next character, let's do a big jump out of Blanksford and to Mystic Mysteries with Dawn Ronik. Her story is all over the place so this good be interesting.

66. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? So I've got bits of story from Dawn's past and all the way up to her growing up. And in her past right around the time she fell into the portal to the mystic plane, she wasn't too brave. But she was super curious part of the reason she explored enough to find the portal even at such a young age.

96. Who would be the one person you’d never tell your fear? This is a fun question because Dawn's actually pretty solitary after she returns to the mortal plane leaving behind Tehl. She has a kind of short relationship with Ashly Smith who is a character I've reworked to fit Dawn's story. And I think despite all she shared about her time in another plane living with an "aberration," she probably would have kept her fears a little more to herself, since it never served her to talk about it and since it was more of an abstract thought, it'd be much hard to share that with Tehl growing up having to make their own language to communicate, since they were two completely different species. (Although saying that now I realize I might have my timeline a little wrong but I think the sentiment and what it means for the story is still true.)

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Another weird character, umm... how about Twii'Jay. She's a character so new I haven't even drawn her yet. But she's the ringmistress of a travelling circus called the Cirque Destinae.

20. Do you wear any jewelry? I think on-stage she'd be very flashy and would like have jewelry, but when she's not working it's a bit tedious and she'd prefer wearing less accessories and being comfy more than anything with her clothing and accessories.

33. Is there someone in your family you wish you were closer to? So Twii'Jay is actually demonic. Her grandparent is an incubus making her a quarter-demon or a half-elf with how I have that all working. She very much wants nothing to do with her parents and she doesn't have any siblings. So as far as blood family goes the answer is a strict no. But found family like the circus is something she's super devoted to and she loves all of her crew very much.

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Okay one last character... let's go with Dee. She's the slime girl researcher I drew a bit ago, but I don't really have to much ideas for her other than being a way to explore the world by literally having her explore it. (Very similar to my initial concept for Dreya but she's now become a whole thing with the merfolk side of my Mystic Mysteries stories, so maybe Dee will last longer in me exploring...)

92. When and where were you the happiest? Like I said I don't have to much ready for this character, so going on-model. She'd be happiest making a new discovery about the world. She's pretty curious and at one point she's working with another character named Cass who's a gravity sorcerer and I think they'd be happy figuring stuff out. And since Dee was born under strange circumstances and doesn't remember / doesn't have a past. I think her getting to interact with someone and truly let loose thinking about a topic with someone would make her pretty happy.

175. What is your responsibility to the world? Why? Again, she's a researcher and that's something she chose to be and really believes in. While yes she finds lots of topics interesting. She's the only known slime-being, but she feel connected to the naglings and the misunderstand "false angels" as a whole, so she'd really like to be the one who shows humans the truth regarding the angels, and how misrepresented they are in the churches view of the angelic plane and its connection to the mortal plane.

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Okay I lied this is fun, I'm gonna do another one. Let's bring it back to Blanksford and do this for Katie Moore, she's Gabby's sister and I've only recently introduced her when I did the Blanksford Pride comics in June. She's still a bit underdeveloped but that's what's gonna happen when I focus on developing so many OCs independent of a specific story and I'm just having fun fleshing out side characters. (Arthur, if you're reading this, and I mean this in the best way, but I totally blame you for my obsession with writing OCs, you've shown me how fun it is and I've taken it to be my own thing and it's just so great <3 lol)

108. Who or what, if anything, would you die for? (or go to extremes for?) My initial reaction was to say she'd go to extremes for Gabby, but that's the obvious answer. I think she's got her own friends that she's close to outside of Gabby's friend group (that I don't plan on writing), and even within the main friend group, I like thinking her and Madi have gotten close, and at some point down the line. Katie would defend Madi or go to extremes for her if she had to. She's closer to her parents than Gabby is so maybe them too (again I haven't written them at all so idk for sure).

159. What is your least favorite animal? Why? This felt like a fun last question to end on it'd be totally subjective but right now I'm imaging Gabby's digital pet bird Mango annoying Katie when they were growing up and now Katie doesn't like birds all that much. Probably not like a deep hatred but her go-to if asked this would probably be birds.

[basicallyjaywalker]

Number 23 for the Spotify Wrapped ask game?

Hey anon!

Ah yes, Whumptober!

I actually didn't realize Hayley Kiyoko (yes, the same Hayley Kiyoko who was in Wizards of Waverly Place and Lemonade Mouth AND sang Girls Like Girls, Cliff's Edge, and Sleepover) who sang this until a video from her came on my wrapped

Funnily enough, this song was also for the 23rd day of whumptober too! I did a Zane whump that was VERY rushed and if/when i go back and re-edit/redo my 2023 whumptober will get a glow-up

The song itself is really fun, electronic and crunchy. Makes my brain go brrrr

[bisquid]

Numbers go up make brain go brrrr

[yuzu-adagio]

the number of people running tournaments on here makes my autism brain go brrrr (positive)

the number of people making up format changes mid-tournament makes my autism brain go brrrr (negative)