#proud turtle mom

[hitwiththetmnt]

Absolutely had to draw @turrondeluxe’s Kirby for the Barbie Premiere ✨

[buglaur]

Thank you for fisherman core cc

#pufferaskboxworldtour

always happy to provide for the fisherman sims out there, they were severely lacking in the fashion department. and hopefully there's more where that came from if i can figure out how to do stuff properly because that set functioning correctly was a miracle 😭 i was pressing buttons hoping they'd work

[tblsomedoodles]

Your puppy was having trouble with fireworks too? Awww, poor baby. I was the designated puppy cuddler last night too! How long did the fireworks last for you? I swear it was like... till 2 am for me. Which sucked. I had work today

Yeah, she's only 4 months old so she's never heard them before lol. It didn't help that my neighbors where the ones setting them off so it was inconsistent and every time i tried to take her outside between them, they'd start setting off more as soon as i put her in the grass.

And wow, 2am was pretty late! I do not envy you lol. I'm somewhat lucky that it only went on until about 10pm for me, b/c my town has a sound ordinance that goes into affect at that time. But yeah, she was not a fan.

Thank you!

[foxesscramble]

(More of) the Foxes doing the WIRED Autocomplete Interview

Question: What is Renee Walker hair color

RW: Whatever I want it to be. Currently a lot of pastels.

Question: Is Renee Walker gay

RW: You tell me.

Question: Renee Walker charity events

RW: Oh, I set up a lot of them. I have some animal rescue ones coming up as well as an event at the local homeless shelter. I have some bigger ones coming up that I will share more information on if anyone is interested in helping out. 

Question: Is Renee Walker adopted

RW: I am. My mom adopted me when I was, gosh, thirteen I think? A lot was going on at the time. She’s a lovely woman, my mom. I’m very blessed to have found her.

Question: Renee Walker pets

RW: I do have a lot of pets. I like to post pictures of them. They're all rescues. I have two bunnies, a cat, a turtle, a hedgehog, three hamsters, and a lizard. I love them all dearly. My friends rotate who watches them when I’m out of town for various things. Except for Neil, he tried once but I think my lizard was rude to him so he refuses to come over anymore.

Question: Who is older Andrew Minyard or Aaron Minyard

AM: I am.

Question: Why was Andrew Minyard arrested

AM: Boring.

Question: Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard rivalry

AM: Not a question.

Question: How old is Nicky Hemmick

NH: Wouldn’t you like to know? You should never ask someone their age it’s improper. What if I wanted to pretend I was 25 forever? Couldn’t you just get on board?

Question: Nicky Hemmick husband

NH: My favorite topic. It’s Erik Klose. For the record, we are engaged not married no matter how much I wish we were. It’s taking forever. What if we just go to the courthouse?

Question: Is Nicky Hemmick related to the Minyard twins

NH: I am. They’re my first cousins. I’m also, well was I guess, the twins guardian for a couple of years. 

Question: What languages does Nicky Hemmick speak

NH: My first language is English but I learned German as well from my years abroad there. Erik is from Germany too so that’s how we talk to each other for the most part. The twins also speak it so it’s like a super secret code language when I don’t want other people to understand it. Neil and Andrew do the same thing. They literally went out of their way to learn Russian solely for that reason.

Question: Nicky Hemmick sexuality

NH: I’m gay. I’m proud too, even if it took a while to come around to it. My folks weren’t great about it growing up, but it is what it is. I’ve been out and proud for years now. I’m wishing all the seasoned and baby gays out there all the luck and happiness.

Pt. 1 》 Neil Josten, Matt Boyd, Kevin Day

Pt. 3 》 Allison Reynolds, Dan Wilds, Aaron Minyard

[derehono]

24.02.2022.

The day that changed my life forever.

24th of February 2022 should have been my usual day. No, not usual. A wonderful day. I should have been checked with a doctor, gave notice to teachers in high school of my absence, and then fly away on vacation, my parents wanted it so much.

On 23rd of February 2022 I felt happy. I had a secure, happy life, preparing to finals, hanging out with my friends, already having an offer from university.

Until 5AM 24.02.2022.

I had not a single class in my school since then.

I haven’t seen my friend group in 2 years.

I didn’t have my finals.

We did not have that vacation.

“Daughter, wake up. This old psychotic man attacked us. We are leaving.”

That was my first photo of the day, trying sarcastically keep myself normal. I remember that actual emptiness, reading my classmates texts about how their windows were shaking because of explosions, the sky was orange. They sent that video.

He called it “a special military operation”.

I collected random clothes, some hobby stuff just to keep my sanity, grabbed my pet, emptied my safety locker. I was scared that russians would intrude into our home and steal all my savings, so I throw away key to that lock. This key became my symbol of war, I have never found it even after return.

When I with my parents and pet got out of flat to car we heard for the very first time air raid siren. We would hear so many more of them, we would learn to differentiate them, but then we were confused.

It was my second photo. People were going away. Foot, cars, bicycles. I remember such a surreal picture. Some moms were carrying their toddlers, one woman was carrying a bucket of water with turtles, other people were carrying cages with parrots, with dogs, with cats, with exotic pets despite air raid siren, temperature, rain. Everyone was so confused and scared.

Few days later the road we were riding was occupied. Bridges destroyed. Factories burnt. Supermarkets demolished. Houses in ruins. Road in holes. On the side of the road burnt cars with “DO NOT TOUCH, POSSIBLY EXPLOSIVE”. That gut wrenching feeling seeing photos of dead bodies and recognising the place.

But back then it was still lively, not a road of death. I remember reading news then. First victims, first shelling. Invasion from East. Invasion from Kharkiv region. Invasion from Crimea. Invasion from Chernihiv. Invasion from Zhytomyr. And we were in Zhytomyr region at that moment. Explosions in Kyiv. The border was destroyed.

I felt nothing. Just emptiness.

This precious girl was keeping my head cool all the road. She was also scared and irritated, but she was so strong, such an amazing girl. I am so proud of her.

We were heading to my grandparents who lived closer to West Ukraine, so we would be safer. The road that takes usually just 4 hours but that time it took 13 hours. 13 hours of driving exhausted and nerved. We saw soldiers, trucks, jets, how barricades were built, signs were removed.

But we made it. We were lucky. Lucky to be alive, to have family alive and mostly close to West, further from russia. Even though, part of my extended family still was under occupation in Chernihiv region, suffering from such close border with belarus.

When we arrived, we were just silent. Then collected mattresses for shelter, asked grandpa to grab some patrol (we knew that they would definitely destroy reservoirs and literally next day the started doing that), and just fell asleep in something that we arrived in, being so scared.

That day I also cut ties with russian friend who I am shamed to admit having. He was proving me that this is just a military operation, no one would be harmed.

Then, arrived spring that I will never forget but at the same time never remember. I remember 10 people in one floor house. I remember the whistle of rocket that woke us up. I remember sirens. I remember news. I remember losing hope. I remember first photos after deoccupation of Kyiv region. I remember how forgotten friend of my dad suddenly called him saying that his city is fully destroyed, his neighbour right on his eyes was exploded attempting to get into the car and evacuate.

I remember my first mental breakdown. How I was crying in the darkness, but quietly so no one would notice.

We were able to return home three months later. But we are just lucky. Someone would never return. Someone is not even alive to see their home again. Someone’s home is forever destroyed.

I was lucky that I have secured my place at foreign university before war, but my whole family is still in Ukraine.

War is not over at all. 20% of Ukraine is occupied. So many displaced civilians, so many deaths. No one could even count, we do not have any access to bodies. Only way to identify is to deoccupy and find mass graves. No other means. Children are suffering from PTSD even in such a young age. Almost in every city, big or small, you would find graveyards covered in Ukrainian flag, grave of the soldier.

Maybe media does not talk that much of us, but it doesn’t mean that everything is alright. Avdiivka is destroyed, right now operation searching for people under debris of the civilian house after attack is undergoing.

And this is happening all the time.

Who was punished for Olenivka? Who was punished for destruction of Kakhovka Dam? Who was punished for all fully destroyed cities? Who was responsible for all that absolutely atrocious videos torturing Ukrainian soldiers?

Please, remember, Ukraine is still on fire. People are still dying. Soldiers cannot even counterattack because they do not have enough ammo, just for protection. Information war is also waging, sharing all that misinformation, Nazi narratives, russian propaganda.

Remember.

Help.

Share.

russia is a terrorist state.

Glory to Ukraine.

Glory to the Heroes.

[marymary-diva17]

You will be amazing on day

zuko and mom reader

life had changed for you when you had married Prince ozai, for the sake and wellbeing of your family and village. As the duty of daughter and wife had been something you are balancing, that was until motherhood had came into the equation. Now your had become a lady of the nation and a soon to be mother, in the royal family. You had made a promise to love your children and care off them, along with teaching them well in hopes they didn’t become like their father.

zuko “ mom” you are feeding some turtle duck by yourself in one of the palaces, many gardens when you had heard someone calling you. As you soon looked up to see it zuko, he soon reached you.

y/n “ hello my son why has made you run away the way here”

zuko “ I wanted to show you the gift uncle iroh sent me” zuko soon showed you a earth king blade as he sat down next to you.

y/n “ wow this is amazing craftsmanship and the words are wonderful as well”

zuko “ It say never give up"

y/n " yes it those your uncle might have a good reason for you giving you that my boy"

zuko " yes mom ... umm mom what is your family like" you had gotten very quiet when you had heard zuko asking about your family, you never told zuko or azula about your family. As your husband and azulon hadn't allowed you to speak about them, or even allowed you to go see them as well.

y/n " ......."

zuko " mom are you okay"

y/n " I'm good hey hey don't you come feed the trutepl ducks with me"

zuko " okay mom" you ahd given zuko some of the bread and he was feeding the ducks.

zuko " mom do you ever think I will be gifted in fire bending like everyone else in the family.even you are gifted as well"

y/n " well yes one day you will be an amazing fire bender but it take many years to master, fire bending my boy you and you are good already I love the moves you do"

zuko " even if I fall on my but"

y/n " yes even if you fall on your butt" you soon brought zuko close to you making him laugh, and bring him into a warm embrace. Him and azula are you most valuable treasures.

y/n " you know you coming from a very long line of proud fire benders"

zuko " I do"

y/n " yes and one day you will be added to that list of amazing fire bender"

zuko " thank mom"

y/n " you are welcome"

zuko " mom when I get older and I will be the best prince you can be proud of"

y/n " oh zuko I'm already proud of you and all you have done now, and I know you will do many greta things when you are older"

zuko " will you be there when it happens"

y/n " yes I will but if I'm not there I will be there with you in spirt and heart, no matter where you go I will always love you"

zuko " yes mom"

y/n " if you want to run along and play with your sister and her friends you can, you don't have to stay here with me"

zuko " I rather stay here with you a bit longer mom"

y/n " okay you can and hey I will tell you some great stories of spirts, so you can learn about them as I know your uncle has been telling you enough"

zuko " yes mom I will love to hear more stories"

y/n " well that good to hear" you had sat with zuko feeding and watching the turtle ducks in the pond, as you had been telling zuko tales about spirts from all the nations. You knew zuko will be amazing one day but he will have to go through a long journey, in life and experience many things as well but one day he will be amazing. Deep down you are hoping the ozai doesn't try to control him, as you couldn't bare the thought of your kids becoming like their father when they could become their own person in the end. There was also the hope that you will be there to see the grown up, and see their future selves.

[ssturniolo]

if your requests are open <3 You and Chris have been taking it slow after you guys confessed, but one day in his room you and Chris get caught sharing a kiss by Nick and Matt walking in and they’re going ballistic

Secret

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - request <3

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - swearing, kissing, I think that’s it?

𝔞/𝔫 - Nick and Matt don’t really go ballistic but I hope this is ok! <3

You and Chris have been dating for two months now, and have done a great job keeping it a secret. Even from his brothers. They HAD in-fact noticed that you two were hanging out alone more often, but because of Chris’s commitment issues, they never suspected anything.

“Where the fuck is Chris” Matt groaned, annoyed at Chris for taking so long.

“Yeah, the movies starting in 20 minutes, someone go tell him to hurry” Nick agrees, glancing down at his phone to check the time.

You guys were going to see the new ninja turtles movie, well… you were supposed to but at this rate, you weren’t gonna make it.

“Im on it” you say, already heading down to Chris’s room.

You enter the room to find Chris, frantically searching for something.

Looking up at your questioning face, Chris sighs, rubbing his eyes. “I’ve been looking for my phone for the past 10 minutes and I have no fucking clue where it is” he says, his voice laced with frustration.

“Here, just sit on the bed, I’ll look for it” you command, already searching through his room.

After only searching for about 2 minutes, you find his phone sitting on the edge of his desk, under some papers.

“It was here the whole time dipshit” you say, holding up his phone so he can see.

“Oh my hero” he jokes, getting off his bed and walking over to you.

Sliding his phone into his hoodie pocket, he rests his hands on your waist, backing you into the wall.

“In all seriousness though, thanks I never would have found it” he says, moving one hand up to cup your cheek.

Before you can respond, his lips were on yours, his body pressing you against the wall. Running your hands through his already messy hair, you tilt your head, deepening the kiss.

“What’s taking you two so lo-” Nick starts, freezing once he sees you two.

Jumping apart, you look at the doorway to see an amused Matt, and a shocked Nick. Glancing at Chris, wide eyed, you open your mouth to explain, but close it again at a loss of words.

“When… why… how… um, how long?” Nick stammered, still in shock from what he just saw.

“Um, about two months” you say, letting out a nervous laugh, your eyes flickering between Chris and his brothers.

Before either of them could respond to that, Chris clears his throat, clearly nervous. “Are… are you mad?” He questions, his voice quiet.

“Are you kidding me man? This is great! Just never would’ve expected it” Matt says, pushing past Nick to dap Chris up.

Turning back to Nick, who’s still standing in the doorway, you raise your eyebrows. “You good man?” You ask, a laugh escaping your lips.

“Never better. I’m so happy for you guys” he says, beaming at Chris like a proud mom.

“Hate to break this up but we gotta go, the movie starts in ten” Matt says, already walking up the stairs, Nick shortly following.

Turning to Chris who’s already looking at you, you smile, grabbing his hand in yours.

“I’m glad our secret is finally out”

“Me too”

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There is A LOT of dialogue in this one and I’m not sure how I feel about that but I hope y’all like it!

XOXO - Zoe

[music-tourney]

Here are all 72 songs we are entering in the tournament

Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles

Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane

Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues

Sweet Caroline By Neil Diamond

All along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix

Pinball Wizard by The Who

House of the Rising Sun by the Animals

California Dreamin’ by The Mama's and the Papa's

People are strange by the Doors

Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones

Mrs. Robinson By Simon and Garfunkel

Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Good vibrations by the Beach Boys

What a wonderful World by Louis Armstrong

21st Century Schizoid Man By King Crimson

Space Oddity by David Bowie

You really got me by the Kinks

Spirit in the Sky By Norman Greenbaum

Respect by Aretha Franklin

Feeling Good by Nina Simone

I'm a Believer by The Monkees

White Room by Cream

Piece of my Heart By Big Brother and the Holding Company

Season of the Witch by Donovan

Like a rolling stone by Bob Dylan

Be my Baby by the Ronettes

Son of a Preacher man by Dusty Springfield

She's not there by the Zombies

Complication by the Monks

Heroin by the Velvet Underground

Ain't Too Proud for Beggin by the Temptations

I want you back by The Jackson 5

Alice's Restaurant Massacree by Arlo Guthrie

Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison

Eight Miles High by the Byrds

Come A little bit Closer by Jay and the Americans

So Long Mom (A song for World War III) by Tom Lehrer

Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash

Suite: Judy Blue Eyes by Cosby, Stills and Nash

Change is gonna come by Sam Cooke

You Can't Hurry Love by the Supremes

Happy Together by the Turtles

Tainted Love by Gloria Jones

Dream a Little Dream of Me by Mama Cass

Maybe This Time by Liza Minnelli

Don't Rain on My Parade by Barbra Streisand

Puff the Magic Dragon by Peter, Paul and Mary

Good Times, Bad Times by Led Zeppelin

Ain't no mountain high enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

This boots are made for walking by Nancy Sinatra

Sitting by the dock of the bay by Otis Redmond

Cactus tree by Joni Mitchell

Crimson and Clover by Tommy James and the Shondells

I Got You (I Feel Good) by James Brown

Georgia on My Mind by Ray Charles

River Deep Mountain High by Ike and Tina Turner

My Way by Frank Sinatra

For What It’s Worth by Buffalo Springfield

Fire by Arthur Brown

Blackberry Way by the move

The Girl From Ipanema by Stan Getz And Joāo Gilberto

Can't take my eyes off you - Frankie valli

Green onions by Booker T. & The M.G.’s

Stand by Me by Ben E. King

Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows By Lesley Gore

Monster Mash by Bobby Pickett

Wichita Lineman by Glen Campbell

I Say a Little Prayer by Dionne Warwick

Aquarius (Let the Sunshine In) by the 5th Dimension

The Impossible Dream by Jim Nabors

Return to sender by Elvis Presley

It's not Unusual by Tom Jones

[spinningalbinoturtle]

Lotr characters and their dogs (and other pets)

Frodo

Canonically not a dog person but also just has cat person vibes

He has two cats one of them is a chubby gray kitty named Luthien and she is incredibly spoiled. A birthday present from Bilbo

His other cat is a stray who hates everyone but Frodo- its super scrangly and Sam calls it Gollum and it stuck

After the Quest Frodo gets a little beagle service dog that helps him with PTSD and other medical stuff

Sam

Pre Quest had an old basset hound named Fingon. His dad said they didn’t have room for it but Sam insisted on feeding it and when he moved in with Frodo it came along.

Post quest he has a border collie named Ellie (short for Galadriel) who helps him replant the shire

He also keeps chickens at Bag End and spoils them a bit. They are just for eggs

Also has a little dairy cow for fresh milk. Her name is Bell after his mom

Merry

The Brandybucks have a pack of mastiffs and they love Merry. Frodo is terrified of them

They also have several feral maine coones that lounge around their manor and also love Merry but hate everyone else

Has a full size horse post quest which he is very proud of and scares the other hobbits. Its name is Theoden

Pippin

Lets be honest with ourselves Pippin has a lab who has the exact same personality as him and they go everywhere together. Its name is something really basic like Buddy

He also keeps turtles and has a whole menagerie for them. They’re all named after different foods

Aragorn

Aragorn has a husky/malamute that he found on his travels north. He howls back and forth with it and is convinced he can understand it. When he becomes king it sits at the foot of his throne and occasionally will randomly howl in the middle of a meeting.

Horse girl all the way. Brego is his bestie. Man takes excellent care of his horse and buys all kinds of extraneous shit for it.

Boromir

Denethor has a pack of vicious looking dogs but Boromir has a Dalmatian that loves him so much

Faramir adopts it for a while after Boromir dies but Faramir is much more of a cat person, so ultimately its adopted by Aragorn and becomes mates with his husky. The puppies go to his and Arwens kids

Legolas

This could go one of two ways-either he has a super graceful hunting dog like a greyhound or whippet or he has a little pomeranian he dresses up and treats like a baby

He has tried to domesticate the spiders with little success maybe because he’s also killed a lot of them

Gimli

Gimli is a terrier person. He has a little Scottish terrier who sits on his lap all the time when he’s working. Gimli made it a little sweater and it hates Legolas (its jealous of Legolas stealing Gimli’s attention).

He also keeps canaries and they are very well cared for and all have names and he’s the only one who can tell them apart

Eowyn

Has a massive Rottweiler who is super intimidating to everyone except Eowyn. It has bitten Grima multiple times. Around Eowyn it acts like a little puppy.

She also loves her horse as all Rohirrim do.

I could also see her as raising ferrets or chinchilas as well

Faramir

Firmly a cat person

Doesn’t mind dogs but vastly prefers cats

Has six of them and they’re all rescues. Their names are : Mithrandir, Radagast, Varda, Melian, Beren, and Pippin.

Eowyn indulges her crazy cat husband even when their house is overrun with kittens

Arwen

Also firmly a cat person

She’s fine Aragorn’s dog but that’s just cause its well trained

Usually just has one or two cats at a time. They’re a special breed from Lothlorien and they’re really beautiful. They like to sit on her lap and purr. They’re also vicious mousers.

Eomer

Has a big great dane who hangs out in Edoras. Its super sweet and dorky. Everyone loves it.

[blu3-ja3]

Hello! So I want to establish O'Connor a bit more and how she views each member of the 141. All of these will be in first person not my typical 3rd person limited. We're going youngest to oldest so Soap up first.

!TRIGGER WARNING! Panic Attacks, Misguided Grief

1) Smart but Forgetful

Soap is a smart young man, in a way that's terrifying at time. I've watched MacTavish make a bomb from fertilizer, random metal scrap and a broken lighter. Ghost seemed turned on proud of his sergeant on that particular mission. It never fails to amaze me to watch MacTavish work out how much it would take for him to level a building. But he also has a nasty habit of not wearing proper protective gear when dealing with demolitions on and off the field. On the field I can let it slide but when we're on base it worries me to no end.

I've scolded him a great many times before I just started scolding Ghost as well. More often than not the two were together when Soap goes about his explosive work. Price found it hilarious that I've made it a rule that everyone has to carry a set of closed fingered gloves for Soap, that way if they're on field with the man and he starts his work they can give him the gloves so I don't have to treat chemical burns that could easily be prevented.

2) A Simple Gesture

The first time the young sergeant saw my scar he was kind and far more interested in my sleeve. It was late out. I couldn't sleep and figured working out until I was ready to collapse would be the best course of action. I was in a compression sports bra and sweats, I wasn't expecting anyone to be awake so I didn't bother wearing my typical long sleeve turtle neck. I was distracted and didn't notice Soap appearing in the door to the workout room.

"Who did your ink Cap?"

"JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH! MacTavish where the hell did you come from?" I practically jumped out of my skin as I turned around.

"My room? You okay Doc? You seem a bit jumpy." Soap tilted his head to the side with a concerned smile on his face. I suddenly felt very aware of the fact that the sergeant could see my discolored and scared arm and body.

"I'm fine, I'll just leave you to your work out sergeant." I made a move to grab my bag and leave

"Wait! Captain I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I can leave. I was just curious about your sleeve. I've seen some glimpses of it, I'd like a better look but it makes you uncomfortable then I'll leave." Soap offered with a shy smile

" My son, William, drew most of them." I relaxed a bit as Soap approached

"He's an incredible artist, would it be okay if I got a closer look?" Soap asked as he gestured to my arm.

"Would you like to help yourself to one of his sketchbooks? I have one in my office if you'd like to get a better look." I laughed as Soap took my left arm turning it staring intently at the pieces.

"If Will doesn't mind, I don't want to intrude."

I smiled "I'm fairly sure he wouldn't mind Suds"

3) A Mother's Grief

It hurts how similar Soap can be to William, both are incredible artist who are constantly doodling on any scrap of paper. But the similarities didn't seem to stop there, they're both terribly smart and passionate. They care deeply for those they've befriended and had a mischievous streak to them. I think often about what kinda of shenanigans the two would get up to with the other sergeants.

At times though it hurts to be around the young man. He makes me wonder what William would be like as he got older. I cried for hours the night Soap called me, mom. I felt guilty, so incredibly guilty. I thought I was replacing Will with the young sergeant and it killed me. I went to Price after another night of tears and guilt.

"Maevis you alright?"

"No, no I'm really not John."

"What's wrong? Did Oliver do something?"

" No, Jesus, it's about Sergeant MacTavish."

John tensed "What about him O'Connor?"

" He called me, mom last night, he was having a rough go of it. I found him and did what I could, I eventually took him back to his barracks. I tried to convince myself he just called me ma'am but Soap has never called me Ma'am. I feel like I'm being eaten alive by guilt! Like I've replaced William without me realizing. How could I? Will was... Is my baby, he's my boy. I love him! How could I do that to him?" Tears streamed down my face I couldn't stand to look at John.

"Oh Maevis, you muppet. You've done nothing wrong. You still love William, I know you do because you still have the charm made of his ashes. MacTavish called you mom because you did what you always do. You're a care taker Maeve, a mother by instinct and you treat everyone like your child. You haven't replaced your son, you would have done the same thing if Will was alive. You're being too hard on yourself Maevis." John had pulled me into a hug until I finally stopped shaking.

"We both know if Will was here he'd be instant friends with the boys. And he'd hold no ill will towards you being a mother to them."

"Yes you're right, you're always right John."

4) An Artistic Collaboration

Soap is constantly coloring in the tattoos on both mine and Ghost's arms. He was a very tactile person, constantly platonically touching everyone in the 141. MacTavish was quick to notice the missing piece on my sleeve, a decent sized spot above my wrist.

"So what's going there Doc?"

"Well it was ment to be another piece William was drawing specifically for me but he never got around to it. There are simple sketches in his last sketch book but nothing finished."

"Do you mean the horse?"

I nodded in confirmation as Soap turned my arm to start coloring another tattoo with the skin safe markers he was given by Roach.

"Yeah, I wanted to get a kelpie or an undead unicorn. William was enthralled by the idea and wanted to draw it for me. He uh... You know..."

"Yeah, if you'd like I could finish it for you. Why the clovers as filler? It makes coloring you so difficult!"

"I like clovers, used to call Will my lucky clover. Sergeant?"

Soap looked up from where he was focusing on my arm, his hand stilling as he removed the light green marker from my skin.

"If you'd like to, I'd be honored to have your artwork complete my sleeve." I watched as MacTavish's eye lit up with excitement.

"You're not joking Cap? You'd get my art tatted on you?" I nod smiling as the sergeant moved to grab his leather sketchbook.

" Id still like the undead unicorn or kelpie but you're free to do what you'd like with the concept... Are you going to finish coloring my arm or am I going to walk around with a half colored arm?" Soap waved his hand at me as he continued to draw. I chuckled before getting up to leave to go do my rounds.

5) Motherly Advice

I'm sitting in my office filling out paperwork and going through the medical bay inventory. I see my door open from the corner of my eye. I see the tall tale mohawk of one sergeant MacTavish

"How's she cuttin' Suds?"

"Um Mom? Can I ask you a question?" I smiled a bit at the name before calming myself. The boys only call me mom, outside of the usual teasing, if something was serious.

"What's wrong Johnny Boy?" I turned to face the man , setting down my pen as the scott sat across from me.

"You've been in a relationship before right Doc?"

"Um well yes but it wasn't the best example of a relationship..."

"I know but it was with a man, yeah?"

"... Yes? MacTavish can I ask what's this about? Because it may be better to ask Price, lad"

" How did you know you were gay?!" MacTavish seemed to be flustered as his cheeks were a bright pink.

"You were married to a man, yeah? And now you look at so of many of the nurses with such infatuation or at least you stare at any woman like she's the best view you've ever seen! I know what that means Doc.... So how did you know? Cause for most of my life I liked Bonnies but Gho- someone has made me question everything!"

"Tav my boy deep breaths yeah, do you want me to be honest?" Soap nodded furiously.

"I don't know, Oliver was my only partner for a very long time... I was only 16 when we started dating, got married just before I was deployed at 18 and I divorced him when I was 20. I didn't date while I was raising Will, I was so busy being a single mom while active duty, I was recovering from this," I gestured to my heavily scared body. " Then Will passed, I couldn't bring myself to go out let alone date... But you're right I taken a liking to many of the lassies I've seen. But I truly don't know if that makes me gay."

" Is it only ladies that catch your attention?"

"It seems so, yes... But why ask me John? Why not talk to Kyle or Price, the two who are in a very openly gay relationship. Both of them are most definitely more qualified in both regards..." I mumble the last bit.

" I don't know, you were the first person I thought of. "

" Let me ask you this then. This someone, does he make you happy?"

"Yes..."

"Do you trust him?"

"More than anyone I've ever met."

" Then what does it matter if you're gay, straight, bi, whatever?"

"What if he doesn't like me back?"

"You're talking about Ghost, right?"

Soap blushes furiously before replying "Yes I'm talking about Ghost... "

" I know he's not the most expressive or forthcoming but he's different with you John. You know that right?"

Soap nods before something seems to click, he stood up rapidly and rushed towards my office door.

"I'm sorry, I've just remembered something I've gotta go! THANK YOU FOR THE TALK DOC!" Soap's voice echoed down the hall.

A few days later, Ghost and Soap made an announcement that they are dating.

"Wait, you weren't before?" Roach asked

"No, what made you think that?" Soap asked

"Well you were constantly leaving the Lieutenant's room after some very... Loud activities..." Roach smirked "You two seem to forget who's barracks are next to Ghost's!"

It was evident even through Ghost's mask that the man was blushing.

"Oh quite your teasing Roach! Honestly we're happy for you boys, you two deserve happiness!" I smile sweetly at the two young men.

I'm happy that everyone has found someone, and while I'm happy to have helped the young sergeant he's helped me realize my neglect towards myself and my relationships.

COD Master List

[somerandomdudelmao]

Does Casey ever swear in front of the turtles or does he only swear in his brain or when he's alone?

If he does swear in front of the other turtles, does he get in trouble for it or do they not care?

I feel like Donnie would be proud of him (he taught him to swear in turtle) but Leo, Raph, and Mikey would be a little less approving-

Oooh, Cassandra definitely taught him a billion swear words. (Donnie then doubled that number) And turtles don't even try to argue with his mom's authority, so Casey can swear all he wants and not get in trouble. But 99 percent of the time he's just too polite and gentle to do that.

He's shy with conversation when it comes to Raphael, though. He tries not to swear in front of him, because Raphael, of all the turtles, is most like someone with "hey, language" energy.

Casey just doesn't know yet that Raph's inner monologue is one loud "FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKK" that starts in the morning and ends in the evening

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Last week, Diew stood up for himself when Jan was bring an ass, and this week, he stood up to his mom when she was treating him like a particularly incapable child, and these are all things that he can do because of his relationship with God (well, writing about this show hadn't gotten less weird, lol)

But, it is vitally important to acknowledge that this confidence in himself isn't a result of Relationship Magic, or Miracle Kisses (most often seen as Miracle Dick), it's because he's with someone who accepts him for who he is. God hasn't pushed him into anything, he hasn't said a single thing that invalidates Diew, he supports him and shows an interest in the things Diew enjoys, and happily participates in those things.

God talks to the turtle.

He made sure there was a place for Khun Shy to be taken care of if Diee decided to go on the trip.

God loves and accepts Diew for who he is, and that is enough for Diew to see his own value, and find the courage to assert himself when he's being harassed or undermined.

And I'm so proud of him.

This show is really leaning into the healing power of being accepted, but making it clear that that healing doesn't mean you have to stop being yourself, and it's really lovely and refreshing.

Anyway, that phone call with his mom was awful, she was awful, and it was a great window into the basis of a lot of Diew's struggle with his self esteem. It was very satisfying to have him call her out for her bs and end the call on his terms.

[yourlocalartsonist]

MONTHLY MFIP UPDATE✨✨

9/24 | Month 2 | Next Month | Month 1

Hey folks 🦐 I finally got the chance to make this month’s MFIP Update cuz god damn life was kicking my ass. College is fine for the most part tbh, just a lot of reading and writing cuz of the specific classes I chose. HOWEVER I have 💥FUCKING PMDD💥 so um skill issue on my part but it’s why I’ve been kinda exhausted as shit this week and was late with the update so my bad folks! (Also for more info on PMDD, click here! I don’t wanna spend this post yapping about it but wanted to leave a resource to spread awareness just in case :3). Also, Imma be tagging some of y'all who have been reading/supporting MFIP consistently just for this post, so yk you guys actually know these updates exist. I was gonna do that for the first ever update but as with many things, I forgor, so I'm doing it now! They’re supposed to come out on the 18th of every month, but yk sometimes life happens and I’m a lil late. It won’t be any earlier than the 18th tho so look out for these once it hits that date! Anywho, cheers to this month’s update!

Alrighty folks we be starting with the Art~!

Alrighty so obvious new thing, WE GOT RAPH’S REF SHEEEEEEEET TEEHEEEEEEE

BRO IM SO HYPE ABOUT IT! It turned out so genuinely amazing and I’m ridiculously proud of it! Especially cuz I honestly thought Raph was gonna be a harder design to figure out yk? I’m not used to drawing his body type, I wasn’t as familiar with his outfit, and even tho I’ve sketched him a few times before, I was just a bit nervous with Raph. Funfact, he’s also been the hardest to figure out how to write back when I was first starting MFIP. I genuinely don’t know why, but I got there eventually (I actually really love writing him now—) and same thing happened with his design!

Since MFIP’s taking place a few months after the Krang invasion, i’m able to take creative liberties and update the boys’ designs more! For some clarification btw, in my story’s lore, the invasion took place in September 2020, and MFIP starts on March 2021. Anywhizzle, my ideas for the boys’ designs is to combine their movie look with their show look, cuz while I do LOVE the black on them, it doesn’t feel right to me to not make them still unique in their own ways. These guys are all about authenticity, so why make their gear exactly the same, ya get me? I basically recolored his show gear to be black and red (and added a lil asymmetry on his legs) cuz I think it makes Raph feel older and more sure about himself, just feels right for him! I also just think the red fade on the black is hella cool! Fun lil color theory i think application, the black is more of a really dark, inky blue, so it makes the red pop out even more! I decided to make a bow out of his mask tails, too! I don’t wanna spoil the entire lore reasoning for it yet (it’ll pop up in the story), but I can indeed say it’s intentional that it looks a little like a lunamoth with damaged tails :3 I also took a BUNCH of creative liberties with his sais’ handles, since we haven’t really seen it much so like idk gaslight yourselves into thinking it’s always been this epic✨✨

Also I gave him his shorts back because FUCK YOU I LIKED THE RED TRIMMMM—

OH I ALMOST FORGOT yes he has longer eyelashes! I saw he grows to have really pretty eyelashes in the future cuz of his turtle species, and I wanted to lean into that by showing they’re starting to grow now :3

Bullshit Gag Because Yes‼️‼️

There ain’t shit to say about this, I just pulled a silly. I saw the fact Donnie was supposed to have a “Doctor Donatello” persona in the deleted episode where Dale turns into a werewolf. I’m really heavily on the train of Leo being the team medic and into medicine in general. I don’t think it makes sense for Donnie to be the medic judging by his sensory issues and this mf being as much of a germaphobe as my mom, and in my opinion it felt too stereotypical anyway to have Donnie be the medic. Ofc, to each their own, and this is just my interpretation of it, but I thought it’d be funny if Donnie still had this persona and was passionate about it, but was like horrifically bad at being a doctor. I made this dumbass sketch that I’ll finish sometime in the future (it’s gonna be a chapter in Arc 3 probably) and I just wanted to share it with yall~

THEY’RE HUMAN NOW⁉️

My ass wanted to show off cuz I’m sketching out some ideas of what my human designs for the boys culd be. I already did Leo’s like ages ago so he’s not on here but I’m realizing as I’m typing this my dumbass forgor to post it so um my bad I will do that in a few days—

But I wanted to design (or more accurately, redesign cuz I did draw em once a while back but I’m not satisfied with them) and I think I ate so far so uh yea. There isn’t any logic to sharing this, I just thought it was cool😭

And actually, imma share them here too just so y’all can see my boy ;w;

(A lil outdated cuz I didn’t give him lips at the time)

Okay there we go~

As you can see, I want all the boys to look kinda etherial and like they'd turn heads, and I think I am SUCCEEDING SO HARD SO FAR CUZ DAMNNNN THEY'RE ALL PRETTY AS SHIIIIIIIT TEEHEE✨ Also am tryna make sure they actually look Blasian since that's what the canon of my story says they are. I'll talk about them more another time when I have all of them on here~

But yea that's all for art this time folks :> ONTO THE NEXT THINGGG

Chapter Progress Time Whoop Whoooop‼️‼️

I didn’t make much progress on anything this month due to college—again, it’s fine, but there’s a shit ton of time management going on in my part to just manage everything and make sure I’m on track—BUT I am indeed still working on chapter 10. We’re up to 20 pages now which is only two more pages written from last month, but it’s kinda cool writing Donnie and I feel like I’m getting a better understanding of him! One thing I’ve been tryna do is understand autism better as a condition cuz I do wanna acknowledge and show bro’s autism instead of just ignoring it due to a lack of understanding. Donnie ain’t Donnie without it, ya know? I don’t know everything and tbh I would say I still have A LOT to learn on the subject matter, but I’m tryna expand my knowledge every opportunity I get and experimenting with how to better show it! This is to say tho, I’M NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, NOR AN EXPERT ON THE AUTISM SPECTRUM. This is what I’m finding and comprehending via my own research, and can tbh end up being wrong so please don’t quote me as a reliable source, I’m still learning ;v;

I remember one of the things I kept hearing about was autism leading people to struggle with empathy. The best way I heard it being described was someone bringing the example of when their friend was upset. That person can’t truly feel their friend’s emotions because they’re not the one experiencing it, so can’t properly understand how it’s making their friend feel. But they can see that their friend is communicating their sadness, and they still try to comfort them and make sure their friend knows they’re there for support. I understood it as bringing logic to emotions in a sense; collecting data and figuring out how to handle the situation based on the data rather than using intuition alone.

I’ve been using that to figure out how Donnie might handle more emotionally subtle situations, where he might try to rationally work through what’s happening and kinda substitute it in place of natural empathy. Like the little tidbit I gave above! Instead of just automatically being able to get vibes that the other person is upset, I felt maybe Donnie would instead notice the fact their tone is kinda different from before; it’s basically a data point. With that data point in mind, he could connect it to past experiences where a tone change could indicate a mood change, and as a result he might conclude that Salena’s tone change means she’s upset. I comprehend it as manually working through empathy rather than it being second nature, if that makes sense. Obviously and thankfully Donnie isn’t gonna spend the entire chapter playing a guessing game or anything with Salena’s emotions, it’s just one lil moment that I thought was cool challenge to myself with when writing him! I really love putting myself in the characters’ shoes when I’m writing them or their dialogue. I highly recommend it as a tool too, since it's helped me a lot with staying in character!

Last Lil Segment Y'all

Aight so, I wanted to try doing something cool if y'all are up for it. I really love rambling about my story and lore and characters blah blah blah, but I don't really know how to do so tbh. I'm not that familiar with how social medias work cuz I just never took it seriously, and I don't wanna just keep being like HEYYYYY ASK BOX IS OPENNNNN like I'm screaming from the top of the hill either. Sooooo insteaddddd

I think it'd be fun to do Q&As here! Or at least something similar. I'll open my ask box again and feel free to send any questions you want; it can be about the story, past lore, design questions, getting to know the characters, absolutely anything! Then when I'm gonna do my update for the month, I'll compile all y'all's asks, (prolly will have to tag to make sure you guys know I answered it, or if you ask anon then uh idk look out for the monthly update) and then answer them during the monthly update as the last section! I think it'll be a cool way to make this feel more interactive, and gives me an excuse to ramble. Don't be afraid to ask potentially spoilery questions either! If it's something I can't spoil yet or even give hints or vague answers about, I'll just say so in the update!

Anywhizzle, That's All Folks~!

I'm glad there was so much to talk about this month! I actually deadass thought it would be short but I should know better with my yapping' ass💀✨ But yeah, thanks for reading everyone! I hope y'all enjoy the rest of your days, and I shall see you next month~ Bye :D

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By the way, if you guys think you’d like to be tagged whenever an MFIP chapter is posted, lmk in a reblog or comment (no asks or dms plz, too inconvenient) and I’ll be sure to tag so it’s more reliable than tumblr notifs :3🫶

ROTTMNT: Moths Fly In Packs

[milkytheholy1]

Everything Ends: The End.

A/N: So apparently I deleted the ending to this series, so I am so sorry to anyone who's been trying to read the series.

"MOVE!" you yelled over the boisterous sounds of explosions going off inches away from you, shoving April to safety every now and again. She thanked you curtly, she couldn't offer you anything more unless she wanted to get blown up with everything else.

Casey was only a few paces ahead of you, stuck fighting the Kraang's lackeys and mutated Foot soldiers. You and April were trying to save him but got caught up with your own problems.

Another swing from your fist and the Kraangified-Foot soldier crumbled to the ground, ever since the Foot recruited actual people instead of their paper army, they were slowly becoming unstoppable. April had shouted something out to you, but thanks to the previous explosion, your hearing was a little off.

Another kick from your converse sent one of those gooey creatures skidding back, growling and whining before readying an attack. You weren't really trained for combat, sure, Leo taught you a few moves if ever the scenario arose that you needed to defend yourself or buy the others some time.

But nothing could have prepared you for this, fighting aliens from a different dimension who sought to destroy the future. You had to admit, it was a hard scenario to study for. Luckily, April had been teaching you along the way, having picked up stuff over the many years of knowing the Turtles, the girl was a natural.

"(Y/N)! We have to get to Casey!" April hollered once more, finally, the endless buzzing in your ear came down to a faint ringing sensation. You nodded your head in understanding, running as fast as you could to avoid the deadly claws of the slime creature on your trail, "I'm trying!" you snarked.

April was holding her own fairly well, with a metal pole by her side, she swung the thing like a regular baseball bat. With each violent swing, she took down a horde of those creatures without breaking a sweat. She laughed to herself, proud that she was able to do this without the brother's help; not that she didn't appreciate it when they did help.

Noticing you running past her like a headless chicken, April stalked behind the creature, closely examining the frantic path you were taking. With a nod of her head, more to herself than you, April dashed over to a wall, hiding behind it like a shadow in the night.

A clanging sound caught your attention as you scrambled around the streets of New York, hurdling over debris and smashed cars. Haphazardly looking around, you caught April dinging the metal pole against the wall, she soon smiled when she caught your attention. Miming, she pointed to the wall with her finger, giving you a quick thumbs up, which you returned, before dipping her head back behind the wall.

With your silent plan, you dashed towards the wall, taking a hard left with the monster following closely behind. But before it could nab you, April swung the metal pole directly into its face, knocking the creature out instantly; it all felt like a moment from a Tom and Jerry cartoon.

You both shared a moment of accomplishment, cheering and hollering about your small victory. But the loud, voice-cracked wail from Casey halted any further celebratory dances. April gripped her pole a little tighter, "C'mon, we gotta go help him."

"S-stay back! I'm warning you, I'm crazy!" Casey rattled out, back against the wall. There were far too many for him to face alone, and with just a hockey stick by his side? It would be impossible for him to come out unscathed. The Kraang monsters continued in on their approach, the green eyes of Casey's mask bouncing from one creature to another, "I swear I'm crazy, who knows what I'll do next? Have you even met my mom? She's crazier than me!"

But the beasts didn't care, they just growled and snarled, claws ready to pounce. Casey released a small whimper, clutching his hockey stick with all his strength. He sent a fleeting glance to the key perched high up on the tallest building in all of New York, a sense of disappointment flooding his bones.

"APRILLLLLLL O'NEILLLL!"

A swift kick to the head here and a mighty punch to the chest there. After a few minutes of commotion, Casey was finally able to see the peeking heads of you and April, fighting the crowds and boosting his morale. Wide eyes soon turned into determined ones, and once more, Casey gripped his hockey stick with purpose and scrambled to help you.

You marvelled at how well you all worked together as a team when, essentially, you had no prior training together. April would whack a foe into confusion, then you'd come in and offer some painful punches and fleeting kicks anywhere you could land, and finally, Casey would come in for the final blow.

Once enough of the mob was down, you turned to Casey with hopeful eyes, "You need to go!" he nodded his head along, but with the crowds getting right back up, his lip began to tremble. You recognised that face, it was the same expression Leo gave you whenever he was worried about you. He had a different one for every Hamato Clan member: Raph's was a furrowed brow while Donnie's was a jutted lip, Mikey was given puppy dog eyes and Splinter a hand on his hip.

But when it came to you, Leo's whole face changed. His lips would go flat, dipped at the ends in a small frown. His brows would lift enough to give him creases, but his eyes...his eyes were always what gave him away. They'd go big and shaky, he always looked like he was on the verge of tears. Battling his inner demons, begging them to let him stay with you but knowing he had to go off and do superhero shit.

Perhaps with Casey looking up to Leo like a father figure, he might have learnt a few things.

In a much calmer voice, you gave him a warm smile, "Go, we've got this." He fled the scene quickly after that, putting his trust in you and hopefully he wouldn't regret leaving you to fight these creatures alone. You turned back to see April riding one of the varmints, screaming and raising her metal pole in the air; you would have been impressed if you weren't back immediately into the action.

---

Wind flew past Donnie's ears, his limbs falling slack and yet, he felt as light as a feather. But the overwhelming feeling of gravity pushing down on his chest startled him awake, only to realise he was in the air and falling fast. Hysteria settled in, perhaps a panic attack; he used to be prone to them when he was younger but he thought it was a phase he grew out of.

An unconscious Mikey drifted past him, although Mikey was a lighter build compared to himself, the youngest brother was dropping quicker. Donnie tried getting closer to the box turtle, eventually landing on swimming toward him, not his finest moment. But it worked. Grabbing onto Mikey's arm, Donnie pulled him tight against his chest, conjuring all his ninpo energy into protecting them both.

Purple formed around them, a hard barrier that in theory should save them a few broken bones and in the worst-case scenario, death. Donnie could see the ground getting closer, soon there would be an impact and he'd see if he was strong enough to protect not only himself but his brother, who he cared deeply for.

Velocity wasn't on the brother's side as they came crashing down into the hard concrete of the New Jersey docks, rubble and pavement scattered along the ground, the purple light that engulfed the duo cracked and shattered. Donnie's head was pounding while his legs ached, flinching upwards he caught his walking appendages hanging off the edge of the concrete mass he had found himself lying on top of, bruised and dirty.

"Mikey!" He gasped, sitting up quickly and regretting it. If Donnie thought the throbbing sensation was bad before then this was like nothing he had ever experienced. But that didn't matter, he had to check on Michaelangelo.

Shaking Miguel's body only brought up more fear and bile in Donnie's throat, he just had to wake up, he had already lost one brother. Thankfully, Mikey woke up with a scream, lungs intaking so much air Donnie feared he would pass out again.

"Easy, Miguel, breathe. That's it, just in and out...you're okay, we're okay." Donnie's hushed words brought Mikey back to a state of normalcy. Looking around he caught the familiar sights of Jersey and cringed, "W-where?"

"Jersey." Donnie answered curtly, quickly checking for any major injuries, "I think, at least, it smell's like Jersey." When he found nothing but light scratches, he arose and moved closer to the water, looking up at the Technodrome coming through the clouds. Mikey soon joined him, eyes wide and hands shaking, "Is he-"

"Leo's still up there, yes." Donnie sighed, he should be there with his brother. Fighting alongside him, sometimes he may despise his 'twin' dearly, but even with all that background knowledge, Leo shouldn't be alone.

"W-we need to find the others, how do we get back?" Mikey spluttered out, brainstorming was never his favourite thing in the world, and currently, his brain hurt too much to even think about thinking. Donnie rubbed his chin, "While I agree, we have no immediate way to find them and get to them before, effectively, the world ends."

Mikey huffed, but when an idea imploded in his head he clicked his fingers in glee, "I got it! We can use my mystic hands!"

"Sigh, Mikey. No offence, but every time you've used your, quote-on-quote, 'mystic hands', it's never worked. So please, praytell, why you think it would work now?"

"Because I believe it will."

"Just how like you believe in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy?"

"Santa is real, Donnie. How do you explain the presents under the tree an-and the cookies?"

"Mikey that's- ugh, you know what? we'll just swim."

--

Leo stood alone as he faced off against the Kraang Leader, watching as he circled him. Without his brothers by his side, Leo felt a little powerless. All the biggest, baddest foes he had ever fought were alongside his brothers, all working as a team to take down a common enemy. But right now, here was a common enemy with only one brother left to fight it.

He had no doubt that Mikey and Donnie would find a way back up here to help him, that's if they made it of course. God, he hoped they made it.

Leo grew impatient with the Kraang, glaring, assessing him as he paced in a wide circle around him. His fingers fluttered along the handles of his blades, deciding that he had to be the one to strike first. With a running start, Leo charged towards the Kraang, clashing his katanas against the metal armour with a fiery passion.

The Kraang Leader wasn't that impressed, he had seen better combat in the Battle Nexus in 1847. But Leo pressed on, making small cuts and scratches against the alien metal. The Kraang barely felt any of it, the armour too thick for the blades to penetrate the skin, or even cut a metallic limb off for that matter. With each swing, Leo grew tired, using all his energy to make the most damage.

The Kraang used this opportunity to slash Leo with the back of his hand, sending the teen flailing towards the grounds of New York City. In a quickly-paced thought, Leo threw one of his katanas towards the floating pile of concrete he called a battleground, while the other was crushed in the palm of his hand.

He tried to aim for a delicate landing but ultimately skidded down tall skyscrapers hoping it would break his fall. His one blade was lodged in the windows of the building, tearing it apart as he plunged down to the bottom. Once on the ground with shaky knees and a panting chest, Leo dislodged his katana and steadied himself.

He looked up towards the floating mass above, brows furrowed. A rich blue light brought his attention back down to his weapon, Leo took a moment to breathe before he would vanish and reappear back into the fight.

"LEO!" Called a voice from the distance, he knew that voice anywhere. You were panicking, he could pick that up from your tone alone. Before Leo could even respond your arms were thrown around his neck and your face was pressed snuggly against his plastron. Leo wrapped his arms around you, basking in the smell of your shampoo mixed with the copper smell of blood and sweat.

"I was so worried about you," you huffed out, refusing to move from his grasp. Leo's hands shuffled up and down your arms, slowly pulling you away from him so he could get a proper look at you, "Hey, don't worry. It's not like I'm going anywhere." he smirked. But on the inside he was hiding pain, he was still hurting.

"Where are your brothers?" you asked, finally taking a minute to look around and see that he was on his own. Leo grimaced, "I got separated from Mikey and Donnie." was all he said. You raised a brow, "Ooo-kay," you hummed, "So, where's Raph?"

Leo's eyes widened, he could see it in your own gaze that you were just as confused. The red-eared slider couldn't look at you, instead opting to turn away and look at the cracked concrete ground. Your fingertips traced along his jawline, willing him to look back at you. Although he moved his head to face you, Leo kept his eyes down, "We- I couldn't save him."

You gasped, hands covering your mouth as your pupils shook and salty tears began to build up in the corners of your eyes. Leo gripped your hands, needing to feel some form of contact with you. Even in a possible apocalypse, you were always warm. My little toaster he would often say.

"Are April and Casey-" he trailed off, you nodded your head, "Yeah, no yeah, they're fine. Casey's heading for the key just like you planned, me and April are protecting him."

"What about dad?"

You stilled at the question, Leo watching your face very carefully. Your tears had been running freely down your face, your nose was stuffy, your eyes red and lips trembling. Leo's grip on you loosened a little as realisation kicked in, "Oh," was all he said. Pulling away, Leo looked back up at his floating battleground, his one-stop tour.

"I-I need to go, I have to get back up there and end this."

"On your own?" you questioned, sounding slightly mad. Leo knew he needed to tread lightly, he didn't want to scare you but with his track record over the last few hours he doubted he'd be able to stop you from losing it. He pulled you in for another bone-crushing hug, "I'll come back to you, I promise."

"And you never break your promises." you pressed, a silent agreement that he would return otherwise you'd search all heaven and hell until you found him again. He leaned in and pressed a deep kiss against your lips, you didn't even have time to react before he was pulling away. He flicked his attention down to the glowing blue blade in his hand, "Make sure Casey gets to that key, it's our only chance." he spoke, sounding like a true leader.

You gave him a brief salute, a small smile gracing his lips. In a quick flash, Leo was gone and you were left alone. A shuddering breath passed through your mouth, so not only had you lost Master Splinter but also Raphael too? Those Kraang bastards can rot in hell. With a new vengeance fueling your thoughts, you dashed back to the fight and joined April.

--

When Leo reappeared in front of an awaiting Kraang Leader, tensions were high. The monster in question stood with his mechanical arms folded along his chest, a devilish smirk gracing his features, "Oh, I see you've returned then? Good. I was looking forward to an actual fight with you, finally, I'll be able to put you out of your misery."

"Funny?" Leo lightly laughed, getting into a battle stance, "I was gonna say the same thing about you, Squiddy." The Kraang growled, moving faster than light and heading straight for Leonardo. Although this wasn't Leo's first time battling a, quote-on-quote, 'God'. Leo dug one of his katana blades into the ground, disrupting the concrete and rocks. He then skidded along the floor, avoiding the grasp of the Kraang.

He sent the demon a quick smirk before running at him with his weapons raised high. Each slash was accompanied by a beaming blue light, flashing in and out of existence just like Leonardo. Just like the Kraang, Leo was fast and it quickly grew tiresome for the villain.

"Enough!" he yelled, grabbing Leo by the throat as another portal appeared. He squeezed his windpipes before throwing him to the ground, but Leo got back up again. Coughing as he stood, Leo braced his arms out in front of him, weapons still in his clutches.

"C'mon, Pinky, is that all you've got?" if he couldn't hurt him physically then damaging him mentally would do the trick. Leo narrowly avoided a red laser blast shooting his way, using his swords as a barricade more than actual killing and cutting tools. The occasional red beam would scrape his arm or graze his thigh, but Leo kept fighting.

"You think you're going to win? Your fighting will only lead to everyone around you dying! Think, Leonardo! We will outlast you all, you insignificant, fragile beings. You might even live long enough to see this world crumble to dust and be blown away! Everyone and everything you have ever known will be gone! And what will you have left?"

"Hope. I'll have hope." Leo hummed, running forward one final time and slashing at the Kraang with everything he had. He was making good marks too, hitting the Kraang in the joints of the suit, scrapping his blades along tender muscles. At one point he was able to scar the Kraang's actual face. But like life, all good moments are immediately crushed by the bad and Leo was slammed against the ground once more.

Though this time it really hurt like hell.

The Kraang watched on from the distance, smirking widely as Leo's body shook on the ground. Leonardo blinked his eyes open a few times before they remained that way, spitting out some blood to the side and groaning in pain. He held his stomach as he stood on quivering knees, using his katanas as an aid.

Cuts and bruises littered his arms and legs, some were bleeding while others were crammed with dirt and small rocks. Leo panted, his weapons illuminating a deep blue, runes running along the bladed edges. The Kraang cackled, slowly walking over to him.

--

Casey huffed and panted as he made it to the top of Metro Tower, he wiped away the slickness of sweat building up on his forehead. His mask was pulled back and his hockey stick strapped to his rear, he could hear static coming through the makeshift com device Donnie had given him when they were all in the Turtle Tank.

"Casey? Casey, come in? Casey, do you hear me?" Leo's voice filtered in and out of existence. Casey rapidly shook his head, even if Master Leonardo couldn't see it, "Yes, Sensei, I'm here. I've got eyes on the key, just tell me when you're home free and I'll pull this sucker out."

Leo grimaced, shining red eyes getting closer and closer towards him. With a jerky breath, Leon spoke, "Casey, listen to me. When I get to the other side, you close that door."

"W-what? Sensei, no!" Casey struggled to speak, his breathing was becoming random, his chest was tightening. Unfortunately for Leonardo, his heroic sacrifice was broadcasted to everyone, including you.

You crumbled to the ground, tears streaming down your face, "Leo..." you muttered out under a muted breath. April dropped the metal pole from her hands, her eyes were wide and mouth agape. Donnie and Mikey were still on Staten Island, arguing about how to get back into the fight to stop Leo from doing something stupid.

"Casey, it's the only way." he carried on, "The Kraang are too strong, he's not gonna stay on the other side unless I keep him there." His blades were pulled close to his chest as the Kraang swung a fist.

"B-but, there has to be a-another way!" Casey desperately begged, hand hovering over the key. Leo gruffed, taking another punch like a champ, "W-we tried, Cass. This is the only way."

Leo's words broke you, not him, you couldn't lose him too. You had already lost so much, this family had already lost so much. What would you do without Leon by your side? You begged and pleaded to whoever would listen, your voice going hoarse, "Leo, please don't do this!" you cried.

Leo swallowed down a choking cry, his throat closing tightly as the words left his lips, "Pfft, you're the one who said we should keep fighting for what's right no matter the consequences."

"I lied, I was wrong, just please don't do this...I'll never get to see you again." you whispered, big eyes staring up at the Technodrome; he was up there somewhere.

Leo held back another sniffle, but a tear rolled down his cheek along the edges of the red crescent moons that coated his eyes, "Of course, you'll see me again, I still owe you that pizza date." The coms fizzled out for a brief moment, Leo fully pulled back into the boss battle.

"Outmatched and alone, yet you persist." the Kraang laughed, "And for what? Honour? Redemption? Sacrifice? All meaningless."

"We'll see about that." Leo growled, running into the fight once more. He threw one of his blades towards the Kraang, but it missed him completely. With a hero's sacrifice on his mind, Leo leapt up against the Kraang plunging his other katana into the Kraang's chest plates. The Kraang Leader let out a ferocious roar, yanking Leo off of him.

He quickly pinned Leonardo to the ground, his breath fanning across the reptile's bruised face. Leo's com continued to buzz in static, Casey's voicer wavering through, "Leo, please, please don't do this!"

Leo's hands gripped the Kraang's shoulders, trying to wrestle him away to no avail, "Hey listen," he starts. Leo's head dips out of the way when drool pools beside his mask, "Future me would be super proud of you, I just know it. I'm proud of you."

The Kraang above him laughed, his grip on the turtle tightening, "Weak words, weak actions. I have forever known what you fail to understand, strength will always prevail."

Leon smirked up at the Kraang, his eyes half-cast, "And what you failed to understand is that I missed on purpose." he quickly grabbed the katana handle sticking out of the Kraang's chest. Once the leader of the Kraang realised what was happening he quickly tried to pull it out, but it was already too late. The moment the blade left his suit, the two of them were already in the Prison Dimension and the rouge blade was left to fall to the grounds of New York.

"CASEY! NOW!" Leo yelled, growling at the Kraang, using all his willpower to keep him in place. With reluctance on the other side, Casey tugged the key out with as much force as he could fathom. And when he did...

The top of the tower began to explode, along with the Technodrome. The world lit up in yellow and orange flames, the sky covered in smoke and dead alien tentacles. But the monsters are still attacking, still fighting on even when their general is nowhere to be seen. You've managed to find yourself a plain of broken glass, the jagged edges cut your palms but the weapon proves to be useful.

You slash the creature's throat, watching as it oozed green. It dropped to the ground, and then another and another. More and more of these creatures fell to the floor, a hive mind but the mind had been separated. You could finally see April from the other side of the street, between you laid bodies of countless ooey gooey aliens.

"T-they did it.." you muttered, hand going to your mouth out of shock and then morning. He was gone, Leo was gone. Forever trapped in the Prison Dimension. Tears poured down your cheeks, "Oh my god, April...He's gone." you bawled out. April watched you from the other side of the street, sadness written across her face. But what started as sorrow contorted into fear, "Watch out!" she yelled.

A breath spluttered past your lips, the whole world momentarily fell silent. You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, it almost hurt. Your vision was going blurry, you could nearly make out April's wide-eyed expression. Following her gaze, you caught the silver blade coated in red.

"Oh..." you puffed out, looking back up at her with your own horrified expression. You suddenly felt faint, like you could pass out at any momen-

--

"You've been portal-chopped!" Leo bragged, folding his arms over his chest while he floated around aimlessly. Of course, he was absolutely terrified. Trapped alone forever with a dangerous enemy who despised him and the air he breathed.

The glare he received from the Kraang could have killed him. With a burning vengeance, the Kraang launched at him. Leo was thrown through brick wall after brick wall, he was shot and blasted by lasers, punched and kicked until he bled. But he never fought back, he had no reason to. Everyone on Earth was safe, his brothers, April, you.

As long as Squidward was here, he couldn't harm them. And the only way to keep Squiddy in the Prison Dimension was to give him a target to let out all his anger. Maybe the Kraang would kill him immediately, he hoped that would be the case; he didn't want to suffer.

Or maybe he'd grow bored of beating the ever-living shit out of Leo and move on, letting the poor turtle die from a punctured lung or something.

"You think you've won, YOU WRETCHED LITTLE PEST!" the Kraang screamed, his face a deep red instead of the pastel pink it was before. With another punch to the face, Leo whistles, he thinks he might have swallowed a tooth with that one. But he's okay with that, who needs teeth anyway?

That sounded like something you would say, like that time you had cracked your baby tooth on a chicken nugget. Leo remembers howling with laughter and you had just shrugged it off, "It's only a baby tooth, besides if I do lose all my teeth I can just eat mush for the rest of my life. Like, realistically, who needs teeth anyway?"

He smiles at the memory, at least he can still remember it too; probably means he don't had an concussion...okay so maybe he did have a concussion.

But he'd die happy if you were his final thoughts, you and his family. Mikey, Donnie and Raph would be sat in their respective chairs for a movie night, April crashing on the beanbag with you huddled to his side. Jupiter Jim would be on the screen until Splinter would crash the movie night and force everyone to watch Lou Jitsu.

"You ruined everything! And now you, you will face my wrath all alone!" The Kraang seethed, veins popping out of his head. The metallic fist of his suit was littered with red splotches, and they only seemed to increase the more he hit Leo.

What would Christmas have been like? Leo starts to wonder, eyes blinking shut into an inky abyss. It would have been your second Christmas together as a couple, or was it your first? The details were starting to get fuzzy. No matter, Leo can see how the day would go anyway.

Mikey would have woken everyone up bright and early, you and April would have stayed over the night before. You'd all sit by the tree and spend the morning opening presents and such, many 'thank yous' and fake 'I love its' chorused around the room.

A team effort to create such a beautiful Christmas spread, which would have taken hours to make but only minutes to eat; especially with Raph around. The feelings made him feel all fluttery inside, warm even.

"WIPE THAT GRIN OFF OF YOUR FACE!" The Kraang screamed, rolling back his fist and with a powerful blow sent Leo out into the empty space of the Prison Dimension. A trail of dirt and smoke followed behind him, a broken sob the only sound in the area. Leo weakly pulled out the photo Casey had given April earlier that day, he had swiped it just before the mission to retrieve the key in the first place.

He looked at that photo now, you were still a family just...smaller. A lone tear rolled down his cheek, clutching the photo to his chest Leo's body rattled with cries.

--

Donnie watched in awe and guilt as the Technodrome ceased to exist, gone like the entire alien population. Given the context clues, Donnie knew Leo wasn't here anymore. It was almost more frustrating than losing Raph, at least he knew with Raph there was no chance of getting him back. But with Leo? Donnie would have to live with the knowledge that he was somewhere out there, unable to come home.

Something wet fell onto Donnie's cheek, with a slow glance and a shaking hand, Donnie found a tear. He- he was crying? The emotionless bad boy who had to maintain a perfect image was...crying? From his left he could hear Mikey panting for breath, with a deep sigh he spoke out, "Mikey, give up already. He's gone."

Sometimes Donnie hated being the realistic but pessimistic one. Mikey shook his head, eyes focused and brows furrowed, "Leo never gave up on us, so I'm not giving up on him."

The tears that blotched his usually happy-go-lucky face dripped onto the concrete below them, turning the light brown into a dark grey. He continued to push and pull his arms out, fingers flexing and turning just to create something. He believed he could do it, he knew he could do it, he hoped he could do it.

When all yearning seemed lost, orange flicks of light burst out of the air. Slowly, more and more appeared all ranging in colour. Donnie's brows shifted, flinching upwards as he jumped to Mikey's side, "Mikey, whatever you're doing keep going!" he cheered. This was amazing, never before had he seen something like this; and by his younger brother no less!

But Mikey wasn't strong enough, his skin flacking away, leaving behind an orange-tinted body. Mikey gave a shakey look towards Donnie, fear in his eyes. The taller brother quickly attempted to soothe him, "I'm here, Miguel." the moment Donnie touched Mikey a powerful energy burst through him. Michaelangelo's left eye lit a neon yellow, "It's- it's not enough! W-we need Raph here!"

Donnie's eyes filled with sorrow, "But he's not here, Mikey! We have to open this portal now!"

Mikey flinched at Donnie's tone, but when another hand graced his shoulder, his posture relaxed. Looking to his right, a lime green hand caught his attention, "R-Raph?" Mikey cried. Raphael's form was lit with white accents, looking the exact same as when he appeared to Leonardo.

"I'm here, Mikey." his calm voice sent a whole new wave of emotions over the remaining brothers. Mikey's right eye was now lit to a bright yellow, a true sign that his power was increasing. With a curt nod to Donnie, Raph faced the portal and helped his brothers balance the mystic power flowing through them. Little by little the portal opened more and more, Mikey released a painful scream as his entire being chipped away.

But it wasn't strong enough, even with the three brothers using all their might. Donnie shook his head, a few more tears dribbling down his cheeks, "It's not working!"

"I-I don't know what to do!" Mikey cried out, his hands shaking. A shiver crept up Donnie's spine, turning his head away from the partially formed portal, he caught a small figure in the distance. The figure was lit all in white, a ghostly green aura surrounding them. Stepping forward, the height of the individual shrunk until they were just above Donnie's hip.

"D-dad?" Donatello questioned, his voice wavering. Splinter placed cold hands along his two son's arms, wrapping a comforting tail around Raph's legs. Although Mikey and Donnie couldn't feel his usually warm touch, they did feel a warmth radiate their hearts.

"My sons." Splinter spoke.

With the final member of the Hamato clan beside them, Mikey let out a roar as the mystic magic spluttering from his hands formed an orange portal. Every ounce of love, grief and hope went into creating it.

The view inside the portal swiftly changed from the docks of Staten Island to the deep purples and navy blues of the Prison Dimension. The entire place was desolate, save for a few spiralling rocks and the lone body floating without meaning.

"Leo?" Donnie questioned, but once he caught sight of that blue bandana, Donnie all but screamed his name, "LEO!"

Said turtle slowly turned around, eyes wide and blurry. A small smile lit up his face, even if the action caused him to wince, "Took you guys long enough." he joked. With an outstretched arm, Leo waited for his brothers to pull him in. Donnie formed a long extension of his bo staff, like a fireman's ladder it effectively reached Leo long enough for him to grab a hold of it and slowly pull him back.

But a dimmer shadow lay lurking in the dark, the Kraang Leader leapt from crumbled buildings to burning cars; clawing his way to the injured turtle. His right eye twitched, no doubt from the pure anger that fueled him, "You shall not escape me, Leonardo!" he wailed.

"No, no, no, not again." Mikey mumbled out, he shrieked and a powerful orange wave burst from his chest. Leo held onto Donnie's bo stick for dear life, while the Kraang was sent flying into the deep depths of space, "NOOOOOooooo!" his voice fading out.

With the threat now gone, Donnie continued to pull Leo back into the real world, all while the possibility of Mikey accidentally closing the portal was very real. When Donnie's hand grabbed at Leo's, his bemused twin swore he'd never let go. Leo collapsed into Donnie's arms, nearly bringing the soft-shell turtle down with him.

The genius carefully laid Leo down onto his shell, closely examining him and frowning at all the possible internal injuries that no doubt plagued his body. Mikey looked at Leo with a smile, the flakes of his skin had not been restored when the portal closed, and Mikey's whole frame began to shake.

"I-I feel like jelly..." were his last words before he passed out, colliding with the floor. Donnie and Leo called out his name, but it fell on deaf ears. Donnie left Leo's side, how was he meant to look after two brothers all on his own?

The spirits of Raph and Splinter watched on, and although they felt present, they couldn't do much to help but look on in worry. Leo looked over to their father, fresh tears falling, "Dad..." he whispered. Splinter switched his attention to the newly crested leader, his ears twitching, "Blue-" he stopped. He grabbed his ears, a painful expression on his face. Raph grabbed his father's shoulder, "Pops, what's wrong?"

"I-I feel another." was all he said, looking off towards the city. Leo tried to follow his gaze, but any head movement caused a tremendous amount of pain, "Is Mikey?" he trailed off, unwilling to truly finish his thought.

Splinter shook his head, "No, his spirit is still very much in reality."

"I can confirm Mikey is just tired, maybe?" Donnie shut one of Mikey's eyelids. Leo cringed while moving to a sitting position, "Maybe?"

"Weeeell, he could be like this for an unknown number of days."

"Donnie, you just described a coma." Leo pointed out, Donnie shrugged his shoulders, "Oh, did I? Weird. Anyway, from what I can gather he seems to be fine. Vitals are steady and his breathing is fine, we just need to get him somewhere comfortable and wait."

"Dad," Leo wanted to ask his father what he meant by 'there is another', but found that his chance was gone. The spot where Raphael and Splinter stood was empty, blank, void of any supernatural spirits.

"Donnie, we need to get to the others. I need to see (Y/N)."

"And how do you suppose we do that, Mikey's unconscious. And if you haven't noticed, you're severely injured? Besides we have no way of getting out of here." Donnie threw his arms up in the air, today had been a very long day.

"Where is here exactly?"

"New Jersey."

Leo cringed, "Ugh, New Jersey? Are you kiddin' me?"

--

The blue handle made it harder to sit like a normal human being, but that was the least of your problems. What alarmed you more than anything is that you wouldn't be able to see you're family again, explain to them why this had happened; tell them about the double life you lived.

But you smiled in comfort at the thought of possibly being able to see Leo again, heck, maybe even Raph and Splinter if that afterlife place was real. Though you were certain you were the only one comfortable with dying, April and Casey were surrounding you with guilty chants and pleas to keep your eyes open.

They were good friends, well April was. Casey you had only known for a few hours, but he seemed like a nice kid. There was no doubt in your mind that you would have been good friends in the future. Speaking of the future, you could see it in Casey's eyes that this had happened before. Something about the look of deja vu that crossed his face.

Had you died in the future?

"(Y/N)?", you creased your eyes shut as a blue portal formed in the distance. The light hurt, and you would have made a joke about heaven and shit, but now didn't feel like the right time. Leo was being held up by Donnie's right arm, limping over to you with hurry. April and Casey moved out of the way, rushing to help Donnie who was carrying an unconscious Mikey over his left shoulder.

Leo's jaw dropped when he caught his blade plunged into your chest, his throat ran dry. His hands moved to cup your face, thumbing away the tears that were threatening to break through "H-how?" he stuttered out.

You let a whimper fall past your lips, your breath cold, "Just my l-luck, right?" you tried to smile. Leo held back a sob, not you, he couldn't lose you. One of your hands managed to grab a hold of his own, squeezing with everything you had left, "I'll say hello for you." your sweet voice becoming breathless.

Leo squeezed back with just as much love, "You better look after them up there, my dad may be a ninja master but he's also pretty senile." You tried to laugh, you really did, but it ended with you in a coughing fit. Leo looked panicked, holding your shoulder to keep you upright, "Hey, calm down, I still need to take you on that pizza date. I-if you leave, then I'll make you pay for the n-next one."

"I'll p-pay for all of them." Leo looked into your eyes, watching the life drain from your face and the colour of your cheeks pale, "Please don't go." he whimpered, lip trembling. You rubbed a bloodied hand against his cheek, cooing at him, "I have to say goodbye."

"What if I don't want to say goodbye? Please, just let me be selfish this once. Stay with me." he begged, invading your personal space as much as he could, he needed to feel you before he lost the chance. You once again smiled, this time, however, your lips barely moved.

"I'll be waiting for you, I promise."

That line almost broke Leo, "A-and you always k-keep your p-promises." You nodded weakly, Leo leaned in closer, smushing his lips against yours. You followed along, the last of your remaining strength sent into making sure he knew you loved him. You held back the trembling lips and the cracked voice, he didn't need to hear that.

As you kissed, Leo could feel the lack of your presence against him. He could no longer feel you pushing. Pulling away, Leo didn't need to look to know. He just tugged you into his chest, kissing your head and relaying that he loved you.

"I love you so god damn much." he wheezed, tightening his hold on you. And that's where he sat for hours, scared to let you go. His remaining family all bowed their heads, the clean up on New York could wait. Leo's cries for you to come back, to wake up, echoed along the city streets. But he knew deep down, that everything must come to an end.

[lingy910y]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

thanks @energievie, @suzy-queued, @burninface, @sgtmickeyslaughter, @mybrainismelted

@gallapiech, @thepupperino, and @reganmian for tagging me :3

name: ling

do you drink coffee? nope

what's the best thing you ate today? an egg sandwich that i eat almost everyday for breakfast </3

tell us about your first pet (or if you haven't had a pet yet, what's your dream pet?) two turtles that my mom gave to her friend bc they got too loud as they got older

if your life was a book, what would you call the current chapter? departure (shaking crying throwing up) <- that is not part of the title

what's something you did recently that you're proud of? working, it's my first job and while it's not stressful i'm very socially awkward so it takes a lot for me to travel 2 hrs back and forth everyday and interact with new ppl in a new environment

what was your first dream job growing up? is it anything like the job you have now? i wanted to be an author and still want to, it's not like working with kids at all but it's just a summer job

what’s the name of the latest playlist you made? "grievous glory: patrochilles" i have to physically resist myself to not create a playlist based on whichever ship i'm brainrotting abt at the moment and as you can see it's bad. the name came from ppl suggesting achicleos is a more fitting name for them. grief of the people x glory of the father yknow.............

tagging @deedala, @michellemisfit, @blue-disco-lights, @jademickian, @iansw0rld

@creepkinginc, and @heymrspatel

[secret-sadist-somnophiles-stuff]

Dwayne takes Dylan down.

Mom and Dad had left Dylan in charge of the house while they visited family in another state. Dylan took this as an opportunity to be the biggest dick he could be, and make life Hell for his younger brother Dwayne. Every way he could.

As Dylan sat in their Dad's chair, instructing Dwayne to vacate the house while his cheerleader girlfriend would call, and he was going to fuck her sore in Dwayne's room, Dwayne snapped, and laid a choke hold on his stronger, older, and frankly hotter older brother. Of a physically twinkish form and disposition, nineteen year old Dwayne nearly herniated himself physically and mentally to contain the stronger twenty-four year old. He knew fully well Dylan would grind him into a paste if he didn't see this through once he had started started. So he pumped his guns - such as they were - against his brothers neck and held on for as long as his slight musculature could against Dylan's struggles, which petered out, leaving the young man senseless in the chair, and Dwayne both winded, and with an unexpected physical victory.

Exhausted Dwayne sat in the floor until he recovered his breath. As he stared as his older jock brother's banging body, an unexpected stirring grabbed his loins, and thoughts jumbling in his mind suddenly crystallized. No. Not tonight. Dylan's bitch cheer leader would not be the sore one. Swallowing hard, Dwayne reached out, willing himself to stop shaking, and taking the buckle of his brothers belt firmly in one hand, and the warm leather strap in the other, Dwayne unbuckled Dylans belt and slowly withdrew it from about his still waist, relishing the noise as it slid from his belt loops. Relishing more the sense of power he had over the still form of his brother. Relishing most the feeling that absolute power gave him.

Suddenly energized by all of these new feelings and sensations, Dwayne took his brothers feet, and stood up. Dylan slumped in the chair, and slid to the floor, his head hitting the wood hard. Dylan moaned deliciously, and Dwayne's felt his own precum drip into his shorts. Now Dwayne moaned. He dragged his senseless older brother into Dylan's own room, and somehow threw him onto the bed.

In throwing his brother onto his own bed, Dwayne fell against Dylan, and the smell of the older man inert under him almost made him cum. He quickly removed Dylan's jeans and rolled back his expensive turtle neck, revealing Dylan's freshly shaved muscular upper body. Bitch cheerleader must like her men smooth before letting them near her, Dwayne thought, disappointed. He cheekily took a look under his trophy's underwear, and was delighted to see older brother had both a bush and a cock to be proud of.

Damn but he smelled - and honestly looked fine helpless.

Dwayne straddled Dylan, dry humping his brother's crotch to firmness and fully erectness.

Impressed with his brother's bulge and hot toned body, Dwayne wondered what to do next. Fuck his unconscious former torturer? Fuck himself on Dylan's excellent cock? Both?

Such are the decisions of the virgin predator faces. To chose the route of predator, that of power bottom extraordinaire, or sit - literally, on the line that divides them both.