#raelyn rambles

[raelyn-dreams]

Do you ever think about how all of Crazy:B ran away from their home situations except for Niki, who was left behind because he stayed?

Do you ever also think about the fact that Crazy:B's hangout spot is Cafe Cinnamon, where Niki also works?

Being in Crazy:B has allowed Rinne, HiMERU, and Kohaku a safe space to start healing their family lives (Rinne reconciling with Hiiro and his father to rule how he wants to, HiMERU beginning to understand Kaname and himself while Kaname recovers, and Kohaku advocating for himself and no longer feeling trapped), while Niki now has people who will stay by him no matter what, who help him see his own self worth.

Niki gave them a steady foundation, and they all came together to make it a home.

[oll13v3r]

Comic idea???

OKAY OKAY OKAY

I am pretty sure Ive posted about this a lot, but I have some progress related to ideas!!!

I could maybe call it something along the lines of "Ladybugs and __" (I haven't decided what goes in the blank spot yet) because ladybugs are closely tied to raelyn!!

It's going to take place in a world entirely made up of elves and animals. (I dont know how much magic the animals have yet)

The different types of elves are as follows(For now) :

Wood elves

Wood elves live in rule-oriented village. Because they are able to harness and control the wild and unbelievably beautiful powers of plants or nature, their society is based heavily on keeping that control, or else it all falls apart. Appearances: wood elves tend to have a variety of skin tones. They also have rounder ears that tilt up and down with emotions.

Some examples of wood elves: (Raelyn they/he) and (Elder-Berry he/him)

Lunar elves:

Lunar elves live in small cities where everyone helps each other out. They believe it is very important to be educated on various different things, including psychology, so people can help themselves and others regulate. They are nocturnal. They get their powers from the moon (maybe some form of natural diety or in universe God, but I dont know yet) and they can create light with that magic. (Probably more but I'm not sure yet) Defining characteristics: Lighter skin as to be more moon oriented, and due to less sun exposure, softer down-turned ears, and hair with glowing particles in it.

An example of a lunar elf: (unnamed, he/him)

Solar/fire elves:

Solar elves live on their own in small nomatic families of about 10-15 people in a group. They primarily act as traders, going between elf groups, almost like peacekeepers of sorts. Most solar elves don't get a lot of experience with other ideas besides those that they hear from their families, because of the constant moving in and out of areas, so generational issues are very common within them. Powers: they are the least powerful of the elves, which is why wood elves tend to look down opon them. They can create fire. That sounds likea very powerful ability, but because they don't have any teachings besides those from their parents, a lot of groups don't know how to use their abilities.

Heres an example of a solar elf: (Orian, he/him)

Demons (Maybe) :

Demons are a type of elves that got sent away from the (maybe) gods/dieties of the world because they were seemed as dangerous and unruly. They live in almost wastelands, and have developed into different types of elves over the centuries based on Christian sins. They all have an extremely toxic environment due to generational trauma, but those who are able to fight it form in small groups of found family. They have different magic depending on different type of demon, and for now I haven't fully fleshed them out. Physical traits: Demons have horns (color and shape differentiating between types), red/pink skin tones, hair covered tails, and piercing eyes.

An example of demons: (front, Oliver he/him) and (Unnamed, he/him)

Water elves (Maybe) :

Water elves are my least favorite elves, so I haven't given them that much thought yet. These elves are so drastically different than other elves, because they were sent down to the sea as a blessing from the dieties for being considered to be perfect. Because of that, their entire culture is based heavy on being greatful to the dieites and elders that came before you, even if they don't treat you with that same respect. These elves tend to think of themselves as better than other elves, leading to a lot of messy confrontations whenever they do interact with other kinds of elves. Their culture is also big on beauty standards, more so than other elf types. You're seen if you have long eyelashes, bright colors in your skin, and a well kept and loved tail. There isn't all negatives, though, because they can be extremely loving and curious of different things outside the ocean, especially younger eater elves. Their magic allows them to gain a tail on command, gain legs on command, and to breathe on both water and land. Physical traits: Extremely colorful skin, fin-like ears, long, beautiful tails, and pupils with interesting shapes.

Example of a water elf: (Millie, she/her)

If you have any ideas, such as naming recommendations, I'd love to hear them!! Feedback would also be wonderful!! I will be adding more to this because I have so many ideas, but much thumbs hurt from typing all this out. Feel free to make ocs for this!! I don't think a comic will be out anytime soon, but it is a passion project, so any kind of encouragement means the world to me. (likes aren't very encouraging by the way) But have a wonderful day!!

[rainyydxyz]

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Since its october I just want to say that I'm allowing trick or treaters in my anons so if anyone comes across my blog during whenever it starts,, uh yeah.

And for seconds, PLEASE SEND ME ANONS ASKING QUESTIONS ABT MY OCS !! Any of them, please I'm on my knees 🙏

W/o nametags are: Raelyn, Melody, Sol, Ivory, and Withered Orchid Cookie. And if you see me posting any other ocs ask abt them too.

Oh and everyone except Spade is a fanchild, so... yip.

Ask about their relationships, personalities, likes, dislikes, PLEASE I JUST NEED A EXCUSE TO RAMBLE.

[oll13v3rdoesart]

Its me again guys .... With a different @..... /silly

Here, i will be posting guess what, art!! I will mostly be posting digital art, traditional art, small writing tidbits, orignal songs, and covers! I will not be reblogging things here (besides art of my characters), just so I can keep everything on topic and organized !!

Most of what I draw is oc stuff, fanart, and self insert stuff. It's mostly silly wholesome stuff, but occasionally i draw angst and I will try my best to tag that properly

I will NOT draw/write:

Heavy gore

All the requests I get. I will do them if I want to.

Anything sexually explicit

Comission status: Closed !

Art trade status: Open!

Asks: Open! Feel free to ask me about my characters, art, myself, or my interests!! If you ask on this blog you might get a little doodle too... teehee...

Organization!! Here are all the tags and what they mean for my blog! (if I remember to tag everything )

asks - Ask answers!

Digital art - Digital art...

My oc - One of my characters!

[Character name]: Example: Raelyn - will include all art and information on a specific character of mine!!

Headcanon - All of my headcanons !!

Ramble: Random thoughts running in my brain.

That's all for now!! RULES:

NO SEXUAL COMMENTS OR ART TOWARDS MY CHARACTERS !! You can think they're hot as much as you want, but I don't wanna hear about it.

NO SHIPPING MY CHARACTERS UNLESS I'VE EXPLICITLY SAID THEY'RE TOGETHER!! It makes me uncomfortable.

ANY TRANSPHOBIC, ABELIST, HOMOPHOBIC,RACIST,SEXIST, OR HATEFUL REMARKS TOWARDS ME OR ANYTHING ON MY BLOG WILL RESULT IN AN INSTANT BLOCK !!

DO NOT VENT, SHOW SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT, OR SHOW ME GORE (even if mild) TO ME WITHOUT PERMISSION FIRST.

Yes my art is cringy and full of self-insert bullshit, but I already know that. :]

[artemisia-black]

For the Ask game: (Also please give your honest opinion on this, no sugar coating!)

☕️People erasing everything about a character in order to make them fit into a simple stereotype for fanfiction/fan media

☕️ Fanon characterizations of traditionally masculine characters (idk I was quite interested in figuring this out a while back, and would love your insight! I don't mind if you go a little off-topic or anything if you feel like the prompt is too vague, I love your rambles!)

Firstly, I always give my honest opinions when I answer my asks. I occasionally temper myself with civility as I think it’s possible to be honest and direct without resorting to harshness or negativity, which can sometimes border on bullying. 

To answer your questions: 

☕️People erasing everything about a character in order to make them fit into a simple stereotype for fanfiction/fan media 

By its very nature, fanfiction is a transformative medium. It provides a space where creators are free to explore and reinterpret characters, settings, and narratives. 

Some of the simplification of characters in fanfiction might actually stem from the challenges of craft.  Creating complex characters demands a decent understanding of human psychology, motivations, and relationships and a willingness to tolerate messiness. When writers pare down well-rounded characters to mere stereotypes, to me it often suggests a craft issue. 

There’s also something that I call the “ "TikTokification" of fanfiction, where things that weren’t previously consumable begin to take on some of this consumption culture. So there’s an added pressure or a desire to be the ‘next big fic’ on top of how artists do appreciate engagement on their art (while people can write for themselves, there’s an element of wanting engagement and community). 

This pressure can encourage the use of popular tropes and stereotypes as shortcuts to popularity. While tropes are not inherently negative and can be storytelling tools, their overuse, especially when it sidelines character complexity, might contribute to a homogenisation of fan-created content, where nuance is sacrificed for the sake of virality.

☕️ Fanon characterizations of traditionally masculine characters

I start this with the same preamble to the previous ask. Fanfic is transformative. This freedom is one of the medium's greatest strengths. 

In fanon, traditionally masculine characters sometimes undergo significant reinterpretation. While this can challenge and expand on stereotypical portrayals, there is also the risk of reinforcing traditional gender roles or simplistic views of what masculinity can entail.

Hegemonic masculinity (developed by Raelyn Connell- run and read her stuff if you’re interested), is a concept that explore the socially constructed practices that uphold men's dominant position in society and justifies the subordination of women, and other marginalised ways of being a man.  

Side note: Connell is very clear that these practices are not linked to a body (are not immutable or linked to how a person’s body is) but are socially constructed and are very context-specific. 

When fan fiction reinforces hegemonic masculinity, it often does so through several distinct mechanisms, some of which may not be immediately apparent to the writers themselves. This inadvertent reinforcement can manifest in a variety of ways:

Glorification of Alpha-Male Tropes: These tropes celebrate the traditionally "strong" male character who exhibits dominance, aggression, and control as desirable traits.

Uncritical Replication of Traditional Gender Roles: Sometimes, fan fiction can perpetuate traditional gender roles where male characters are positioned in roles of power, decision-making, and action, whilst female characters are relegated to supportive or passive roles. This replication often goes unchallenged, reinforcing the idea that these roles are natural and immutable.

Sidelining Non-Conventional Masculinities: Characters who do not conform to traditional masculine norms—such as those who are more emotionally open, non-aggressive, or who occupy traditionally feminine roles—might be marginalised or less developed. This sidelining serves to maintain the centrality and perceived normality of hegemonic masculinity by implying that other forms of masculinity are less valid or interesting.

Imposing Traditional Gender Dynamics in Queer Relationships: In some instances, fandom might mould characters within queer relationships to fit into a heteronormative framework, where one partner adopts a distinctly "masculine" role and the other a "feminine" role. This practice can inadvertently affirm the idea that relationship dynamics must align with traditional gender roles to be valid or recognisable. And can reinforce the notion that even in queer relationships, the hegemonic concepts of masculinity and femininity are the standards to which all dynamics should conform.

[tiny-feisty-gay]

I saw in one of your tags a mention of a novel? As someone who is enjoying your Chaggie fics (they're really good!) I'm curious as to what you write when fandom isn't on the brain :D

First of all thank you for enjoying my fics! I love engaging with fandom and the fact I can contribute creatively to the things I love brings me a lot of joy <3

Fair warning there is so much under the cut here oops, you gave me an opening to talk about my original shit and now I'm running with it lol

I have several projects at the moment, but the one with the most traction and an actual finished first draft is an urban romantasy following a chronically ill werewolf and the suffocated coven heir vampire with PTSD (and a service Hellhound) who she falls in love after an abandoned new vampire stumbles into her job, confused and bloodthirsty. The major throughline is a combination of found family, romance and going against what's expected/socially acceptable to find happiness and self-worth.

The one also has the most art!

The MCs from that one are Marie and Alex <3

I have a few other stories set in the same universe as this one ^ Including a hunter/vampire story (Daisy and Vel, feat. Eidolon, Vel's mount, who is my interpretation of a kelpie)

This one was originally inspired by Reinary's song May I Have This Dance and then I just ran with it lol

And a witch/werewolf story (Amaris, werewolf and Raelyn, witch); follows a werewolf collar tech (Raelyn) and the werewolf she met as a child, before she realized what was really happening (her family trains werewolves as guards -- I'm still working the plot of this one because I've had a hard time balancing it in a way that isn't harmful to actual people, and it might end up scrapped or reworked into something else, but I love the characters so they get a mention lol)

I also have a multitude of others, including (another) exes-to-lovers between a muralist and tattoo artist who dated in high school; the muralist bailed after high school in an effort to run away from home/family troubles and left a lot of hurt feelings behind.

Then I have a siren/selkie story where the siren's voice has been stolen by a now-popular singer, and the (chaotic) selkie finds out and wreaks havoc trying to free her.

Irie (top, siren) and Anchor (bottom, selkie)

And most recently, a platonic succubus and the grumpy/intimidating witch she falls in love with while trying to figure out how to navigate and hold onto meaningful friendships.

The first one is obviously my most fleshed out, but basically I write a lot of sapphic romance/romance-adjacent and primarily fantasy.

There's a few other ideas I've shelved temporarily while I figure out what I want to do with them too. One is a full rework of the novel I wrote when I was eleven, which was very much Mary-Sue princess goes on quest to save the kingdom lol. There were dragons and unicorns in that one xD

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to ramble about my original works! I love talking about them but obviously my fandom content is more popular lol

[garthcelyn]

Okay alright you know what time it iss. After I have escpaed from prison, it's time for anothe eve's weird question time: would you rather have an animated adaptation of your book or live action? Who would play or voice the protagnist (or all the character if you want to ramble. Please do)

Congrats on escaping hellspace prison!

Okay so, funny story, this current version of Risen actually started out as a video game concept similar to Fire Emblem lmao (I might still have my documents on it somewhere-).

buuut I've actually thought of what it would look like when it's not a book and I think a kind of Arcane type animation would be really cool, think it has the right vibes for my dirty deco world. I can't really see it as being a live-action at all, not with everything that goes on (I'm also not the biggest fan of how cgi is rn lmao).

I have a video somewhere on voice claims that I'm gonna see if I can dig out, but thanks to that One Dragon Age Playthrough I did as Cooper for character building (currently doing one for Casper, you cannot ever escape these two specific ocs), I can't help but think Alix Wilton Regan as her voice claim, mostly for the accent. I don't have a 100% one for Raelyn yet, but I think I originally leant towards Vella Lovell? Val's is more of a jokey one (Lauren Lopez specifically as Linda Monroe in Black Friday) but I don't have a canon one for her yet, but Finn is Matt Mercer.

Funny you asked this whe you did, because I'm currently debating ditching the novel and writing it as a script (since screenwriting is what I'm trying to break into lmao)

[munofmanyminds]

Ezra only lifted a brow in obvious scepticism when she claimed not to be angry. 'Suuuure' he might as well have said, but he remained quiet waiting for her to continue, because for some reason he felt certain that she would. He'd more or less demanded - rather than asked - that she tell him why she had such a highly emotional response to something he considered a very brief and innocent interaction with her mother. She'd never reacted quite this violently before, and Ezra couldn't quite shake the feeling that something unknown to him was going on. Were they having some kind of dispute? If so, he'd like to know. If only because it would make being around the two of them a little easier. Patiently, he waited for her to ramble her way to something that would make any kind of sense to him. At first, it felt like she was trying to tell him that she didn't want him around because she disliked it. Despised him even, considering the excessive heat of her anger. His frown deepened a little in response as he tried to discern what he could have done to make her hate him. Then... as her words continued, the frown disappeared, replaced by slightly widened eyes. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, breathing through his nose as he took in everything about her - the way her hands pulled at her sleeves, the way she chewed on her lip, the way she averted her gaze. Well, fuck. He might not know what was going on, but he was definitely sensing a direction.

"Raelyn..." this time, her name was spoken firmly, "look at me." She was not getting off this easy. Coffee forgotten, he placed a palm against the counter - right in her line of sight - as though to make sure he'd gotten through to her. He waited for her eyes to meet his, and then levelled her with a stern look. "I'm not a mind reader. So tell me."

Black. Of course he took his coffee black. Raelyn didn't offer him a response other than a nod, tight-encased feet practically gliding across tile as she reached for the coffee pot her mother had made this morning. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck — she was going to be trapped. She was going to have to listen to her mother coo at Ezra , watch his eyes as they took in her mother's much curvier and well-endowed form, swallow her pride when she opened the door and he went to her instead of Raelyn... Anger turned into a furious envy that made her stomach flip, and as she stomped over to hand him his coffee, she was no more than a few feet away from him when his words caught her off guard. The mug nearly slipped from her grip as her head shot up, eyes wide and guilt-struck as they met his. ❛ I'm not angry,❜ she snapped in reply, nostrils flaring, completely falsifying her claim as fury was painted on every delicate feature of her face.

Then, her shoulders sagged, and she set his cup down. For some reason, the idea of lying to him made her feel ill. ❛ It's just... if you... When you sign that contract, you'll be here all the time... ❜ Raelyn started, her words being carefully selected, her breaths deep and needy as if oxygen was scarce in the air around them. ❛ I... I can't have you sign it. I can't be around you every day for god knows how long, ❜ Knowing her words were likely making no sense, coming out of nowhere, Raelyn frowned, beginning to yank her sleeves of her sweater down and over her hands, winding the fabric around one another. Her chin was down against her sternum, eyes averted towards the counter he was leaning against, chewing momentarily on the corner of her lip as she fought for words before looking back up to meet Ezra's eyes; if it had felt hot before, her face was scalding now.

❛ The idea of listening to my mother try to... Watching you... ❜ Rae scrunched her nose, ❛ —God, it's stupid. This is stupid. ❜

[telepathy-supremacy]

I feel like people need to understand that liking a character does not automatically mean that you think they're perfect flawless beings?

Like, my fave is Belphie. I love him, his storyline is very interesting, I think he can be kind and compassionate, I love how straightforward he is, and he's the adorable youngest sibling.

He's also a fucking menace who literally offed MC, had an entire plan to commit genocide, is snarky, sassy, part of the anti-Luci league, and a manipulative brat.

These things are not mutually exclusive. I very well understand that Belphie is certainly not a completely morally-amazing character; however, I still love his development, his sibling relationships, and his general personality.

In conclusion: The characters you like do not define your personality. You can like characters because of something in your real life, but when consumed normally, fictional characters are...pretty harmless drawings.

If you want extra reassurance: I am yet to murder anyone lol.

[dandylion240]

Day 17 - Bonus Date

Caiden: I wouldn’t say you’re scary

Raelyn: then why do you keep leaving?

Caiden: um I don’t know. I guess I can’t think of anything to say

Raelyn: so it’s better to walk away then to just listen to me ramble? What if I were one of your suspects and you needed to ask me questions? Would you walk away when you couldn’t think of something to ask or say?

Caiden: of course not. This is different though.

Hunter: not much different. You still want to get to know the other person. Isn’t that what interrogations are for.

Caiden: I don’t want to interrogate her. 

Hunter: that’s not what I meant. It’s just...don’t you want to get know her?

Caiden: of course I do. 

@shahkiertai @katmk36

[raelyn-dreams]

Rereading some Hiiro stories in preparation for VS Audience and I've never really noticed this before but I actually really adore how Yuumasu writes him? It feels super respectful characterization-wise by showing how his upbringing and intelligence aren't mutually exclusive, and the Hiiai relationship is very much a two-way street whenever I see them together in their stories, which is what I wish more writers would focus on!

Anyways all this to say please read Keito Lecture, Keito Lecture my beloved.

[dcrknesshums]

raelyn couldn't actually believe they had gotten away with it; convincing her mother to let her disappear for a whole weekend. it had been a miracle jaqueline hadn't caught on to raelyn's new... hobby. the way she seemed to have more pep in her step around the house, the way she floated from room to room instead of hiding away upstairs; how much more FREE she felt. the weight of a secret would normally bring one to shy away from the potential of it being exposed, but something about getting away with it thus far made raelyn feel mighty powerful.

standing on his front porch, the blonde struggled with a bag she had, naturally, overpacked. one would think, being an olympian, she would be used to strict, limited baggage and would fall into a natural rhythm of packing just what was necessary but — this was huge for her. and she was over the moon. grinning at ezra as he opened the door, the blonde wobbled a bit as the bags suddenly felt ten times heavier under his gaze, and she flushed; ❛ y-yeah i uh... i might have gotten a little excited and... ❜ raelyn gestured to the bags, a sheepish glow to her features, realizing she was rambling. ❛ — yes, please. ❜

Closed starter for @dcrknesshums

It wasn't the easiest relationship Ezra had ever had with a submissive. Raelyn was young and still living at home, with a mother she was loathe to disappoint, and while the older male would have preferred to get the woman into a more... stable and independent situation, he'd resigned himself to a different role. So he didn't comment. Offered no advice and generally kept himself out of matters concerning that particular relationship. Instead he focused on giving her room to breathe - on being her safe space. And for now, it worked, even if it meant he had to compromise in a way he wasn't used to as a Dom.

Thus far their interactions had been limited more or less to an afternoon about once a week. So Ezra was highly cognisant of the significance of this weekend when he opened the door to her. "Hi sweetheart." A gentle smile graced his features and he immediately moved to push the door open for her. "Need any help with your bags?"

[waywardnerd67]

Writing Your Story: Chap. 14 - One Without The Other

Summary: Raelyn has a dream of how to kill Raymond and she devises a plan to end things once and for all. After spending an amazing weekend with Dean she finishes her manuscript dedicated to the Winchesters and Castiel then emails it to her agent. All that’s left for her is to figure out a way to carry out her plan without Sam, Dean and Castiel stopping her from what she has to do. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel and Raelyn Nichols (OFC) Pairing: Dean X Raelyn (OFC) Warnings: Angst/Slight Fluff Word Count: 3020 A/N: *takes deep breath* Okay, this is a big chapter and even thinking about it has me tearing up. This chapter and the next were the hardest to write. I was constantly having to stop and take a moment to get over my own emotions under control. Remember there are still two chapters left after this one to read. As hard as it will be for you to read it was hard for me to write. Italicized parts are Raelyn’s dream. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

Raelyn looked out at the ocean from her beach chair. The sounds of the waves relaxing her body. All around her were families enjoying the perfect Santa Cruz weather. A shadow enveloped her and she looked up to see who it was. “Chuck?” she asked uncertainly. He snapped his fingers and another beach chair appeared next to her. “Hi Raelyn, mind if I join you?” He took a seat and slipped on a pair of sunglasses. Still in disbelief she looked over at him as he took a drink from a fruity looking drink with a colorful umbrella in it. “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?” Chuck nodded at her, “Yes. Though I have to say this is much better than the dreams you have been getting.” She scoffed, “No kidding, you think? Did you know about Raymond?” Chuck set his drink down and remained silent. “Chuck?!” He nodded slowly. “Yes, I knew about Raymond. He is the reason I am here. Raelyn, you’re the only one who can kill him.”

Raelyn’s eyes snapped opened. She looked around to see she was still the hotel in Santa Cruz. She looked over to see Dean sleeping peacefully and tears sprung to her eyes. He bare chest was rising and falling in even deep breaths. His hair was extra wild from their love making the night before which brought a smile onto her face thinking about it. After a few more moments of watching him sleep she grabbed his button-down shirt putting it on and slipping quietly out of bed. She made a call for breakfast to be brought up to them. She grabbed her laptop powering it on and bringing up her manuscript. After her dream she felt an urgency to finish her manuscript as soon as possible. She heard Dean stirring just as she was bringing in their breakfast. She grabbed a piece of bacon and went over to the bed. He was leaning against the headboard rubbing the sleep out of his eyes adorably.

“Hey pretty boy. Bacon?” she held a piece for him. He leaned up grabbing the piece with his mouth and pulled her down onto the bed. She was giggling as he hovered over her. “Hmm, that was good but I think I would rather have something else rather than bacon.” He leaned kissing her and she tasted the maple and saltiness from the piece of bacon he ate. “You mean I rate higher than bacon, eggs, pancakes and coffee that is waiting for you?” She heard Dean’s stomach growl as he lifted his lips from her neck. Raelyn chuckled at his conflicted expression but when his stomach growled again she pushed him up off the bed. 

“Come on, let’s eat so the food doesn’t get cold.” He helped her off the bed with a pout, “Okay, but I’d much rather being eating…” Raelyn smacked his shoulder as he grabbed her around the waist walking behind her. “Dean Winchester!” He shrugged as they sat down at the little dining table in their room. “What? Just being honest.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her while smirking. She shook her head while laughing as they both began eating their breakfast. “So, what would you like to do today?” Dean asked as they were cuddled up on the couch watching a rerun of Dr. Sexy MD. Raelyn thought back on her dream.

“What do you mean I’m the only one who can kill him?” she asked as Chuck watched a family playing in the sand. “I can see why you love it here. Weather is gorgeous, the view is amazing and happiness everywhere.” Raelyn sighed in frustration as Chuck rambled. She snapped her fingers in front of him grabbing his attention. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude or disrespectful to you but we’ve been looking for a way to kill Raymond for months. So, if you know of a way it would be great if you told me.” Chuck smiled at her proudly. “No need to apologize. I guess I am stalling because I want you to enjoy this moment you’re having in this spot. Enjoy the happiness you’re feeling. The love of your soulmate.” Raelyn bit her lip nervously as she felt her cheeks heat up. Chuck began to snicker, “Raelyn, don’t be embarrassed about you and Dean being together. I have been rooting for you two since I created you both.” She looked down at her hands in her lap as Chuck sighed. “Raelyn, I want you to know that even I did not see the full outcome of what is going to happen until now. Part of the reason I created free will was so I could not see every outcome. You know, to keep things interesting.” She chuckled, but noticed his sad look as he stared down at the sand.

“Raelyn? Hello, Raelyn?” Dean was waving his hand in front of her face. She shook her head, “Sorry, I guess I kind of spaced out for a moment.” She smiled up at Dean as he softly laughed. “No kidding, so what do you want to do today? We don’t have to check out until three o’clock.” Raelyn looked around the room and then up at Dean whose attention was on the TV. A new wave of tears flooded her eyes as she watched him laughed. “I think I just want to stay in and relax. Watch bad TV, take a nap, eat room service again.” Dean looked down his eyebrows wrinkling in concerning. “Raelyn, is everything okay?” He asked as he took his thumb wiping the tears running down her cheeks. She sniffled and quickly wiped her eyes, “Yeah, everything is perfect Dean. I’m just happy being here with you.” She slipped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. She felt his chest rumble as he mumbled, “Woman and their crying when they’re happy so confusing.”

For the rest of the day, Raelyn and Dean lounged around their hotel room. While Dean was taking a nap before they started their drive back to the bunker Raelyn worked on the last few chapters of her manuscript. She poured herself another glass of whiskey before hitting save one final time and downed the glass. She powered down her laptop and glanced over to Dean sleeping on the bed. After packing up all their stuff she laid down next to him. She began kissing his chest and he stirred a little. Her lips traveled up to his neck leaving open mouth kisses over it and she smiled as he groaned. 

He had not shaved since they left the bunker and his stubble tickled her lips as she kissed his jaw down to his soft full lips. She straddled his hips and looked down as he peeked open his eyes. His large hands roamed over her bare thighs as he smiled up at her. “Something I can do for you sweetheart?” he chuckled as she leaned down kissing him deeply. She pulled back slightly her lips just hovering over his, “Yeah, you can make love to me again.” She looked into his lust filled eyes and his lips came up to hers as he rolled her over onto the bed.

Over the next two days Dean and Raelyn drove back to the bunker only stopping in Utah again to sleep. Dean had set her Bluetooth speaker on the dashboard so Raelyn could spread out across the front seat which she did. She would have her back against Dean’s side as his arm rested across her midsection while he drove with his other hand. His fingers would drum against her stomach to the beat of the music and she would let out a small giggle when he would tickle her. 

They were almost to the bunker when their song, as Dean had claimed it to be, came on. She had switched positions at their last pit stop and now had her feet resting on Dean’s lap as she leaned against her door. She looked up when she heard Dean starting to sing their song. “Where the water meets the land. There is shifting in the sand like the tide that ebbs and flows. Memories will come and go, all of these years. When we were here are ending, but I'll always remember.” The lyrics hit Raelyn hard and hearing Dean sing them was overwhelming. Flashes of her dream came to mind as he kept on singing.

“What does this have to deal with Raymond?” She asked Chuck as he turned towards her. “I tried to steer Raymond onto the right path, but somewhere along the way he just fell down the wrong path. I wanted you both to live long lives. To find happiness and love just like all my other children, but Raymond’s path directly effects your path.” Raelyn could not help but notice the guilt in Chuck’s voice. “We’re connected more than just a twin thing, aren’t we?” Chuck nodded, “You two are opposites. He is evil. You are good. His choices of becoming what he has reflect the choices you made to be you.” Raelyn was starting to get a clearer picture of why Chuck was beating around the bush. “You’re saying there can’t be one without the other. I have to kill him because in the end we cancel each other out.” Chuck looked up at her nodding. “In order for Raymond to die you must die too and by each other’s hands.” Raelyn sat back with a heavy sigh.

Sam and Castiel greeted them in the library of the bunker. “Wow, you both look so tanned and relaxed.” Sam commented. She smiled as he hugged her. She excused herself to her room to unpack. She could hear Dean telling them all about their weekend together. As she was finishing unpacking, Castiel came into her room. “I’m sensing something is wrong with you.” Looking down at her laptop she chuckled. “Nothing is wrong Cas, I promise.” He stared at her for a moment and she gave him a big smile. “I’ll join you guys in a moment and show you all the pictures I took in Santa Cruz with the camera you got me.” Castiel smiled giving her quick nod and walking out of her room. 

She pulled out her journal with her pictures in it and she looked over the last three entries she wrote. Tears slipped down her cheeks and she quickly regained her composure. Grabbing the pictures, she went back out to the library with a smile on her face. The four of them sat around eating pizza, drinking and laughing all night. Raelyn sat back as Dean laughed at Sam’s cosplay as a Storm Trooper during St. Louis Comic Con. Castiel telling them of his visit with the Wayward Sisters helping them track down more of the creatures that came through the rift from the bad place. She quietly committed this memory in her head knowing that in the next few days everything would change.

The next couple of days Raelyn spent holed up in her room editing her manuscript. Thankfully, Morgan was available to beta read it. Once she received it back from her she sent it to Eric with the strict instructions for it to be printed as is. He was slightly confused on why but he told her that he would do as she wanted. She had also gone into town with Dean saying Eric had sent her some papers she needed to notarize and mail back to him. On Saturday night, a week since Dean and Raelyn had been in Santa Cruz, she cooked them all a huge dinner. She had bought a grill putting it right outside the garage and she grilled up steaks and some vegetables. She also made homemade mashed potatoes, salad, rolls along with an apple pie and cherry pie.

Sam, Dean and Castiel had walked in the bunker from meeting up with Jody and saw the feast on the library table. “Raelyn?” Dean called out as she walked in with the last pie setting it on the table. “What is all of this?” Sam asked as he walked around the table. “I wanted to do something nice for you all. The three of you do so much for me and honestly the world. The least I could do is cook you a feast to enjoy.” Dean looked down at the pie as if he may start crying. “Go wash up and then we can eat.” Sam and Dean fought their way to the kitchen sink as she laughed at them. 

Castiel stuck back looking at Raelyn strangely and then following the boys. They all enjoyed a large dinner and Dean had nearly ate a whole pie by himself. After the boys had cleaned up everything, they all decided it was time to sleep off all the food they had ate. Dean was asleep within minutes of laying down next to Raelyn. Once she knew he was in a deep sleep she slipped from his grasp and got dress. She looked down at him one last time and kissed his forehead gently as not to wake him. “I love you, Dean Winchester.” She whispered and left before she lost her nerve. She looked around for Castiel as she approached her car and saw him nowhere. She drove out of the garage and jumped on the highway heading east.

She had just hit Kansas City when she need to stop for gas and something to drink. She was stepping out of the bathroom when Castiel popped in front of her. “Jesus! Damn it Cas!” she yelped as they stood outside. “Raelyn, what are you doing here? Sam and Dean will be wondering where you are.” She pulled Castiel into the bathroom with her and locked the door. “I can’t tell you what I’m doing. You just have to trust me.” She said as Castiel frowned. “You’ve figured out a way to kill Raymond. You’re going to do it yourself, but why?” Raelyn shook her head as she grabbed the object in her back pocket. She pushed her back against the tile floor. 

“Cas, you can’t tell Sam and Dean what I’m doing. I’m the only one who can kill Raymond.” Castiel gritted his teeth, “No Raelyn. Sam, Dean and I can help you. You have to trust us and tell us what you’re doing.” Castiel stepped towards her, “I’m sorry Cas.” She side stepped revealing the sigil she drawn in her blood on the wall. She hit it with her bloody hand and Castiel was blasted away. “You’ll understand one day. I hope.” She whispered as she tossed her phone into the trash can and left the gas station.

Raelyn pulled into her old driveway. The for sale sign still posted in front of the mailbox. As she parked in the driveway she looked at the house it seemingly bigger than she remembered. She picked the lock, thankful for Sam teaching her how to do so and walked into the living room. She sat down in the middle of the room taking a cleanse deep breath and closing her eyes. She remembered what Chuck taught her in her dream for reaching out to Raymond. As she sat there perfectly still in the dead of night she repeated the same thought in her head. “Raymond, meet me at home.” She felt his presence before hearing his chuckling. “Well, well color me surprised.” His dark tone filled her ears as she opened her eyes seeing him leaning up against a wall. 

She stood up as he pushed himself off the wall. “You knew. You knew this whole time, didn’t you?” she asked as he nodded. “Do you want to die? Is that why you have been baiting me?” Raymond smiled wickedly at her. “I knew either way, no matter what, I would win in the end. Either we would kill each other ending everything or I would kill everyone in your life and essentially killing your soul right out of you where you would want to die.” She glared at him as he continued to laugh. “You see, I was going to drive you to our death one way or another. No matter what, we were both going to die.”

Raelyn pulled out her gun pointing it at him as he did the same. They circled one another seeing who would react first. She heard a familiar rumble driving up to the house. “Scooby gang is here now. Are you going to chicken out now that lover boy is here?” She hardened her stare at him as the front door busted opened. “Raelyn! Stop, please!” Dean yelled as Sam and Castiel were right behind him. “I’m sorry Dean. I’m so sorry.” She said as tears streamed down her cheeks. She turned her head looking at Raymond in the eyes and gave a short nod. Two simultaneously gunshots went off and Raelyn felt an instant burning pain in her chest. She fell backwards and could hear Dean yell out her name. 

She looked over to Raymond whose eyes were closed and a small satisfied smile was on his face. “Raelyn! Raelyn?!” Dean’s panicked face filled her vision as she began to cough gasping for air. “Dean…” she rasped as he applied pressure to her chest. “Sammy! Call an ambulance!” He yelled out. “Dean.” She said again this time it was harder to get out his name. The metallic taste in her mouth was making her gag and she was starting to feel light headed. “Raelyn, you can’t leave me. We’re soulmates and we’re supposed to have a long life together. Hey! Hey!” She felt him smacking her cheeks and she opened her eyes. She looked longingly into his dark green eyes. She placed her hand on his cheek, “Dean, I love you.” Raelyn’s hand slipped away from his cheek and her eyes closed. The last thing she heard was Dean’s sorrowful wail, “No! Wake up! Damn it, wake up! Raelyn… no, I love you too.” With that everything around her was gone.

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[fireinclined]

paola & ava

paola was created by cassandra in an attempt to resurrect forté by recreating her consciousness from her personality cube. this failed miserably, as the memory section of the cube had been completely erased, and the “purpose” section had been altered as well. the result was a being named paola, who had all of the mannerisms and personality traits that forté had had…at the beginning of her life.

but forté had been alive for thousands of years, and over that time she’d become a bitter and jaded woman- cassandra didn’t see any of forté in paola, and resented her for it. paola was naive and optimistic when she first came into being inside of cassandra’s ship- ava was the first being she interacted with, and cassandra was the second.

paola was very sweet and naive after coming into being- she was incredibly curious about everything, and while ava was more than willing to help her- giving her info directly into her “mind,” cassandra was always angry at paola.

after leaving ioavis, cassandra went to a tiny, nearly uninhabited planet, save for thea- an ancient being who teaches all of the galaxy’s augurs. all them except those that can’t reach her, that is. while training to be an augur, thea also helped cassandra work through her anger and learn, at the very least, to keep herself from lighting things on fire.

cassandra came to terms with the fact that paola wasn’t forté, and would never be her. about a yeah into cassandra’s training with thea, she apologized for being so mean and angry at paola, and for expecting her to be someone she’s not. paola, a little less sweet and naive, accepted, and cassandra and paola started over.

though paola had no interest in music the way forté did, she did feel the need to find an outlet to express herself. this came in the form of painting. paola asked cassandra to buy her paints, and paola began painting the plain white walls of the ship- each piece would stay up a few days before paola would wash it away and start again. over time, paola began to paint her smaller, more humanoid robotic body.

over time, paola became more and more sarcastic, and could even be mean- almost like forté. but…paola always believed in cassandra’s abilities, and even when she seemed cynical, she was never devoid of hope the way forté was. in fact, she was so unlike forté, who was unwilling to believe in a greater cause, that when the memory core was restored and paola chose to view it for the first time- she felt nothing.

none of forté’s memories struck a chord with her. it was like watching a film, and paola came out of it greatly disliking forté. couldn’t cassandra see that forté was a bitter and mean old woman, who didn’t care about anything besides cassandra and herself?

paola has never approached cassandra about how she feels about forté, recognizing that cassandra sees forté through rose tinted glasses.

paola downloaded loads of medical information, and acts as a medic for cassandra and anyone else who hangs around her. she has little to no mechanical knowledge, despite living within the ship itself, instead leaving that to cassandra.

expressing her emotions with sound

paola not being able to express her emotions through facial expressions or crying is kind of her thing. if you thought cassandra was emotional, oh boy. paola feels everything so strongly, but she can’t adequately express it. so dial up jokes aside, she does express her emotions in sounds.

a low, humming noise means she’s content. a blaring, alarm like noise is when she’s angry. dial up noises could work for surprise tbqh. and when she’s afraid she emits a very quiet constant sound that sounds a bit like a single note played on a flute.

paola’s insecurities and growth 

this was originally just a ramble about paola, so it might sound weird

thinking about how paola was terrified of cassandra leaving her behind in favor of her life in nyc- and in paola’s mind, in favor of splinter. how paola uses sarcasm to cover up all of her many insecurities and comes off much meaner than she wants to be, how she eventually talks things out with cassandra and grows to really respect and admire splinter, and how she appreciates how happy he makes cassandra. how she will never admit this because that means she was wrong, but will do random acts of kindness because she doesn’t really know how to say ‘thank you

paola & painting on other people

i’ve mentioned that paola will paint designs on herself, but i don’t think i’ve mentioned that paola also paints on cassandra as well. it’s very calming for the both of them, though it’s sometimes hard for cassandra to sit still that long

paola might paint on splinter’s hands, if he’d let her.

she will paint designs on the turtles’ shells from time to time- this is actually something that’ll be in “winter in the woods” when paola bonds with the turtles. she explains why she paints on herself and cassandra and they ask her to paint on their shells. and in turn, they paint on paola- by the end of the day, she’s covered in paint and nonsensical designs. AND SHE LOVES IT. she keeps that design for over a week before washing it off.

also: because she’s simply not around as much as splinter and cassandra, paola’s relationship with april and casey is weak until season 3. paola was forcibly offlined during the invasion, and had to be put back together. paola found herself the only real adult figure when she came back online, and really bonded with april and casey during that time.

so, after that paola might paint april’s arms and face, and- please imagine paola doing casey’s war paint, but a much more refined and intricate design

paola’s body

paola’s body came with the ship, and in verses where paola is not present, ava will make use of the body, albeit far less frequently.

there’s a disconnect between ava and her bodies- she views them as things she lives in, like houses, as opposed to bodies, which is the view paola has on them.

paola has 2 back up bodies on board cassandra’s ship, though they’re from keandra’s ship, not cassandra’s. cassandra’s ship came with 2 robot bodies as well, but one was broken beyond repair. when ava inhabits one of these bodies, the eyes glow blue instead of green, though their eye color is not a conscious decision on either robot’s/ai’s part.

if paola is damaged beyond repair, paola goes into a sort of sleep mode and goes offline. she just needs to be connected to some other system she can move into- usually cassandra’s star map, since earth computers feel weird to be inside. if they’re by the ship, then cassandra will hook her up to the ship or a new body. she can usually switch between bodies while online, but she loses this ability when knocked offline.

paola & idioms

because paola always corrects splinter and cassandra when they use idioms referencing body parts she doesn’t have, the second she uses one such idiom, they’re all over her about it.

paola: i’m all ears splinter and cassandra, in unison: I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T HAVE EARS PAOLA

ava

ava is a highly advanced ai (strictly ai, and not sentient like paola) that was given to raelyn when she was promoted to the rank of captain, to help guide her through the galaxy and in her role as captain. 

ava “lives” in both the ship and in the space map- she’s wherever cassandra needs her to be.

ava’s greatest strength, however, is her ability to understand emotions and how people will react to things. ava doesn’t experience emotions, no, but she knows how emotions will make people (specifically the people around her- cassandra and paola in particular, and later on splinter as well) act, and uses this to her advantage.

she’s not manipulative- at least…not maliciously? like, if she witnesses a fight and sees a way for it to be resolved healthily, then she’ll take steps to make that happen. (this’ll make more sense after a certain point in witw, because right now i’m tiptoeing around a large spoiler that i actually want to stay secret.)

ava doesn’t…’care’ in the way that you and i care, but rather understands that the people around her are good people and operates as if she did care, because she knows if she was capable of it, she would.

with jayjay and owl- the reason she kept silent about their presence until they were off world was because she literally asked herself “what would cassandra and paola do?” and the answer was “make sure these scared children are safe.”

ava’s sense of humor

ava has such an…odd sense of humor

cassandra: how do i look? ava, in a chipper voice: terrible!

it’s something paola and cassandra are working on- she gets it from paola honestly.

cassandra: how do i look? paola, in a very, very sarcastic tone: absolutely awful. paola, adding in a much more serious tone: you look fine, cassandra

but ava forgets/doesn’t get using a sarcastic tone, and rarely amends what she says. so she just comes off as mean

[loganvanderbilt-blog]

There was no time to stop and think about how seeing her was going to make him feel, Logan was just relieved that she was safe and the only thing he wanted now as to bring her home. The drive to Garret’s was short and quick, mostly since he was going over the speed limit the entire time. It wasn’t like Logan to be this rash but after spending a whole night full of worries patience wasn’t a virtue he could afford any longer. Or maybe he was lying to himself and what he was feeling was some form of intense jealousy at the one thing that kept him from freaking out and filing that missing person’s report; the picture she had posted somewhere in the middle of the night. It was hard to stomach after she had kissed him only a few days ago, they still had to discuss that topic but seeing her with Dexter only made Logan think that maybe it had just been a spur of the moment thing for her, maybe to keep him from rambling on. Logan sighed as he finally mustered enough courage to knock on the apartment door, then leaning against the frame as he anxiously waited for her to answer. Hopefully Raelyn and not anyone else, he prayed silently. @raelynswinter

[fireinclined-archive]

HELLION

who is hellion?

so in an ironic twist of fate, life inclined cassandra would be the most reckless, thoughtless, and violent version of cassandra and to be quite honest, i don’t think she and splinter would ever be friends, let alone her becoming the mother of the turtles.

people who are life inclined should have the ability to heal and to kill- it’s only the limitations added to the capellan gene pool that made it so that life inclined people could not kill without dying themselves. that ability still exists. just as regular cassandra can be a wildfire or a campfire, life inclined cassandra can be a healer or a killer, and what hat she’s wearing can change very quickly.

life inclined cassandra- who we’ll call “hellion” bc tbh that’s what she is, feels cheated out of her ability to kill- one half of her inclination is closed off to her. so to compensate for this, she has trained herself to be EXTREMELY skilled in battle. like holy shit, she is a huge fucking threat. and she lives for the thrill of battle, because she can also use her ability to heal in battle…on herself.

she’s so reckless with her own body- i’m not sure if she can, say, mend an a limb that’s been cut off back onto her body, but she has some serious skills. so she’s self destructive bc who cares!!! she can just heal herself!!

in this same vein, she doesn’t care about the safety of others. who cares! i’ll just heal them! she pushes people to do things outside of their comfort zone in a bad way, she’s vulgar and mean, and quick to resort to violence. she won’t kill innocent people but..she’s very comfortable with the idea of killing.

hellion joins the foot clan after arriving on earth, but is uncomfortable when she realizes the turtles are just kids, and after one significant event, she defects

hellion’s change of heart

cassandra once said splinter’s kindness is what she loves the most about him and that he reminds her of all the good that’s left in the galaxy on the bad days. that’s really fucking important!! in ANY au.

so…i’m thinking specifically in the manhattan project, when they’ve captured and drugged splinter, hellion looks in his eyes that are full of hurt, and there’s just…something about him. something about him that when shredder starts his fight with splinter and splinter clearly doesn’t stand a chance, hellion whips out her Super Cool Space Gun™ and shoots shredder right between the eyes (or..not, because that would derail the rest of the series but i really am in love with the idea of hellion just. casually killing him). in the ensuing chaos, hellion suddenly switches sides, since she has no loyalty to the foot whatsoever.

at the end of the fight, splinter asks her why she helped him, and the real reason is that she could sense the kindness in him, and…hellion has lived a life deprived of kindness, so much so that she craves that mineral kindness. granted, that’s been mostly her own choice, but still.

what does she tell him? “you remind me of someone i once knew.”

which…isn’t a lie. the last person who had that kind of kindness in hellion’s life was keandra, and he’d been repulsed by how violent and mean hellion had become, and their friendship ended on a bad note. hellion goes to leave after saying this, then stops and adds that she’s not a threat to them anymore, and that they might see her around, but she’s got a bunch of stuff to work out.

hellion’s redemption arc

after the manhattan project, hellion lays low, with the foot after her for her betrayal. she doesn’t really do anything noteworthy until the invasion, which is the height of hellion’s redemption. she sets up a clinic and for the first real time ever, uses her powers to heal others more than herself.

after the invasion is over, hellion sets up an illegal clinic somewhere for mutants (and humans too, but mostly mutants.). in order to make it legitimate some day and also just so she knows how to better help people, she starts putting herself through medical school

hellion’s capellan turtles

she’s got a huge soft spot for children. so…let’s say even more auish capellan turtles au, since that’s the only au where she actually gets the opportunity to raise them. hellion at this point has recognized that theon was abusive and that she doesn’t want to raise her children that way. instead…she looks back to her mothers.

 she remembers evelyn’s playful roughhousing, and so she tickles them and lets them ride on her back and picks them up and spins them around. she remembers cammilyn’s reassurance and the way she encouraged cassandra to the best she could be, and so hellion encourages her children wholeheartedly in whatever they pursue. she remembers raelyn’s grace and wisdom, and struggles to be the same. 

hellion would still be violent and get in fights but never, ever would she even consider laying a hand on her own children. or tearing them down with her words. she is so fucking soft with her family in a way she isn’t anywhere else.  

she wouldn’t join the foot because now she has a reason to care about herself- she has to be there for her kids. she’d probably?? start her transformation into a Good Person™ because of her kids, not splinter. idk where splinter would even fit in in this au 

hellion’s turts would be a lot rougher, a lot rowdier, and with zero respect for authority (…other than hellion’s tbh). they’re punks, rebels without causes…a lot like hellion herself. but she’s raised them to respect good, innocent people, so they don’t hurt anyone…without reason.

hellion trying to discipline her kids is?? so laughable because she tries not to yell so she’s just trying to put them in time outs or w/e but they’re just running around and screaming and she’s just standing in the middle of this chaos, having a silent breakdown

if any of the boys hit each other outside of the socker boppers, the punishment is much more severe. they lose tv privileges, have to do chores for the brother they hit, etc, etc. i’d imagine since this is one of the biggest and most important rules- don’t hurt each other- that the turt who’s being punished is lowkey shunned for a few days. its not something hellion enforces or encourages, but it’s something that’s developed over the years nonetheless 

hellion & the turtles’ living situation

they live on her ship until they’re five! and they probably? share a room until then. however they probably all end up running to hellion’s room in the middle of the night because her bed’s the biggest and her room is actually? pretty far away from theirs. so they all go to her and snuggle w/ mom.

when they turn five, hellion realizes they’re gonna need their own spaces, so she buys the old cabin in the adirondacks that’s paola’s cabin in the main verse, fixes it up and gives everyone their own room. she sleeps up in the cabin as well, although the cabin is probably JUST for sleeping- most of their day-to day activities happen in the ship.

things to note 

they’re still capellan turtles- they’re all taller than normal, they all get an inclination, etc etc. another thing to note is that hellion does not know about new capella- therefore…they don’t know any of their extended family and believe that keandra, who they only know a little bit about, and hellion are the very last capellans.

they’re probably also a little more awkward around humans because not only were they raised by an alien, they were raised in the woods, away from other humans (as opposed to living right under them)

hellion!donnie

well, first of all, hellion really tries to help donnie grow and flourish intellectually bc whoa hello this kid is smart. she encourages him wholeheartedly and tries to help him with his projects where she can. since the turts are probably living in hellion’s ship, whether that’s on earth or not, donnie probably followed her around when she does repairs on the ship when he was little. she’d ramble on about what she was doing, and donnie would just absorb it all.

since i’d imagine there isn’t much to fix on the ship the way there probably is in the lair- the ship was made to last a long time, and designed to be lived in- that probably takes a lot of weight off donnie’s shoulders- that, and he has his mom to fall back on since she was doing repairs since before donnie was born.

hellion still loves astronomy with all her heart, and teaches all the turtles, but especially donnie, about the galaxy the way her grandmother did with her. when he’s like…14 she teaches him how to drive the ship.

another thing i realized like, twenty minutes ago, is that the hellion turtles would never learn ninjustu, unless splinter were to come into the picture later on. but even then, hellion never makes the boys’ focus on fighting. when they’re older and hellion is a few more years removed from the person she was before the turtles, she realizes she doesn’t want them to follow her footsteps, and is hesitant to teach them to fight at all. she doesn’t want them to put their self worth into fighting, because that’s what she did, and after she got the turtles and gave that up?? hellion lowkey had an identity crisis. she latched onto the role of mother to give her a sense of purpose and identity.

until they run into the kraang, which…again, unless splinter comes into the picture somehow, is the ONLY ones they’ll run into, all hellion teaches them is self defense.