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leriexoxo · 3 months ago

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MOVIE NIGHT EXTRA pt.2

Pairing: Leeknow x reader x Chan

Tags: Smut, threesome, spanking, free use, praise kink. oral sex, unprotected sex, spanking, soft dom Chan, bathroom sex, exhibitionist/voyeur, 18+ mdni

Word count: 3k

Summary; Minho didn’t really have control of his legs anymore but he found himself moving closer to you both so he could get a better view, his hand which was closing over his bulge had slipped inside the waistband to grip his hardened member. Chan twirled his tongue, lapping up your mixed juices and tasting your new arousal, he was pussy drunk. One thing Chan could do all day long other than fucking you senseless was eat your pussy, he could draw out multiple orgasms with just his tongue Chan pulled his face off of you and turned his head slightly to leeknow, if you didn’t put him out of his misery soon, the poor boy was going to explode. “You want a taste?” Chan asked, his voice hoarse with desire. “Please?” Minho asked, his eyes wide and dark, “Can I really?” he said looking between you and Chan, trying to confirm if he didn’t hear wrong.

PART ONE

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I just watched Chan hyung fuck y/n

I just watched y/n watch me, watch her get fucked?!

Minho kept chanting in his head over and over as he stared back at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was painfully hard and in desperate need of release, as he looked down at the tent in his shorts he couldn’t help but feel ashamed, knowing he witnessed something he shouldn’t have and jerking off to it seemed entirely too wrong. What was he supposed to do though?

He shuddered as he recalled the vivid picture of your sinfully erotic facial expression as he watched Chan take you under the blanket, the way your tiny hands gripped the blanket and your bottom lip drawn between your teeth as you tried so hard to not make any sounds.

The feral look on chans face when his hand closed over your obviously hardened nipples; which he could clearly see through the blanket, and when he buried his face in your neck chasing his own pleasure.

It was sinful. Sexy. All of it.

Minho never pegged himself for a voyeur, hell the furthest he had seen anyone else in action was from watching regular old porn. He had always thought you were hot, the way you walked around in chans tees, occasionally one of the members’ hoodies which he assumed you just picked up from the clean laundry pile assuming it belonged to your boyfriend. You were small and curvy in all the right places and your ass? Leeknow was weak for your ass, still you were his best friend’s girl, and you had ALWAYS been off limits.

He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face, desperately willing the boner to go away, he was so horny that if he tried relieving himself there, it was going to be obvious to you and Chan because he knew you both were well aware of his predicament, seeing as both your eyes followed him as he escaped to the bathroom.

“Minho… are you okay?” a soft voice came from behind him, startling him into a jump. A deeper snicker followed the voice, and Leeknow’s eyes lifted and locked with yours through the bathroom mirror, with Chan walking in at shutting the bathroom door behind him.

When had you both come in?

He mentally face palmed himself for failing to lock the door behind him, he was so out of it that he hadn’t noticed you both enter, “Uhhhh…” Minho started, eyes darting around the room and avoiding your shy smile and chans cocky smirk.

“Looks like you enjoyed the show a little too much Min” Chan teased

“Babe!” you whisper yelled, using your elbow to nudge Chan.

“I-I’m so-sorry, I-I didn’t mean to keep looking, she just-you both looked so fucking hot” he said, eyes following Chan who walked to the sink beside him to turn on the faucet.

Seeing and hearing Minho talk about you like that made you feel a little shy and embarrassed but the tingling in your core had returned. You didn’t know why but this present situation just seemed too erotic to be real.

You stood in the middle of the bathroom semi naked with cum slowly dribbling down your legs, Chans broad back rippling as he looked between you and Minho who just stood there like a kid who got caught in a cookie jar, so obviously aroused judging by the huge tent in his shorts and also judging by the looks of it he had to be massive, almost if not the same as Chan but with a delicious curve to it, it was clear Minho had nothing on under the shorts but who would blame him? It was already bed time before the movie and you were naked under the hoodie too, your mouth watered at the mental picture forming in your head.

“It’s okay, I didn’t mind it, and she didn’t seem to either” Chan answered for you. “Are you gonna do something about that though?” he said gesturing to Minho’s boner making the boy turn red.

“No uh… I’ll just leave you guys alone...” he rushed out, backing towards the door, almost tripping over his own feet.

Chan locked eyes with you for a second, a silent question passed between you both before he nodded in confirmation “You don’t need to leave, the kids are definitely gonna see that problem as soon as you step out there”

“You can stay Minho, it’s okay” you finally spoke up. “Don’t leave on our account”

Minho’s hand hovered above the knob, and surely as Chan had said, he could still hear the members being loud in the living room, it sounded like the movie had ended but they weren’t going to bed just yet. He hesitantly stepped away from the door, using his left hand to shield his bulge and turning to watch you and Chan.

“Come here baby girl, let’s get you cleaned up” Chan said giving you his hand as you walked to him, he picked you up like you weighed nothing and placed you on the high bathroom counter.

Chan spread your legs open and moved to stand in front of you, you locked eyes with Minho again, he was staring at you or rather the point between your legs, his mouth agape and paying rapt attention, making you start to squirm under his gaze. Chan smirked at you knowingly; he knew you were getting horny again with the audience. Minho however, had no idea that cleaning you up meant that Chan would get on his knees and bury his face between your legs without warning, and this time the moan that fell from your lips was finally audible and Minho thought he was going to die.

“Fuck! Channie” you moaned, letting your head fall back against the mirror, eyes never leaving Minho’s

Chan mumbled something incoherent against your cunt but squeezed the soft flesh of your thigh and lifted it to rest over his strong shoulder.

Minho at this point didn’t really have control of his legs anymore but he found himself moving closer to you both so he could get a better view, his hand which was closing over his bulge had slipped inside the waistband to grip his hardened member.

Chan twirled his tongue, lapping up your mixed juices and tasting your new arousal, he was pussy drunk. One thing Chan could do all day long other than fucking you senseless was eat your pussy, he could draw out multiple orgasms with just his tongue

Chan pulled his face off of you and turned his head slightly to leeknow, if you didn’t put him out of his misery soon, the poor boy was going to explode. “You want a taste?” Chan asked, his voice raspy with arousal.

“Please?” Minho asked, his eyes wide and dark, “Can I really?” he said looking between you and Chan, trying to confirm if he didn’t hear wrong.

You put your hand out to him, beckoning him to you. “I’m fine with it if you are”

“Come on man, we can share” Chan said trying to reassure Minho, moving completely out of the way to show him your swollen and glistening cunt clenching around nothing

“Fuuuuck” Minho whined at the sight, immediately taking Chans previous position in front of your cunt. Chan moved to lean against the shower glass, pulling his own sweatpants down preparing to watch the scene unfold.

You watched Minho stare like he was studying your pussy, he was so close you could feel his hot breath on it but he wasn’t trying to make contact yet, it was like he was admiring you, and you started to feel self-conscious under his heavy gaze, as if sensing your eyes on him, he looked up and made eye contact with you and you almost squeezed your legs together in response. Minho gently widened them further and moved to close his mouth around your swollen nub, his tongue moved in precise circles around your hole licking and sucking like a cat with milk.

The feeling of utter bliss fell over you, moaning his name you treaded your fingers into his hair and gripped, attempting to hold him in place so you could grind on his tongue. Minho hummed in appreciation as he let you have your way, his hands started to caress the soft flesh of your inner thigh before moving to join his tongue on your pussy.

“Can i?” he asked looking up at you, you almost melted off the counter with the view of his face all messy from your juices

“Please...” you moaned, not really sure what you were begging for, but you just needed to cum, the feeling was much for you.

Chan watched with a dark gaze as Minho slipped the first finger into you, then the second, his cat-like tongue going back to attach itself to your clit. The way you arched into it squealing unintelligibly could only mean one thing.

You were dangerously close.

Chan desperately wanted to fuck you senseless again right in that moment, but he knew there was something much better you would enjoy.

“Do you wanna fuck her Min?” he asked, lazily stroking his fat cock and pushing off the wall to go towards you both.

Minho’s brain short circuited. This was too good to be true; it felt like he was in a fever dream, his head snapped to his hyung, and back to you, as if unsure where to look to for approval. “W-what?!”

“I see the way you look at her; I know you’ve been wanting to”

“B-but hyung! I-” Minho stuttered, but his cock jumped at the sound of that, which didn’t go unnoticed by you and Chan

“Look! She wants it too” Chan said, gently grabbing the back of Minho’s neck to turn and look at you “Don’t you baby? You want to come on his cock yeah?”

“Please… I want it Minho, I want you” you said reaching out to him. Everything was happening so fast, it turned you on so much you that you thought you were going to explode; from the sneaky sex in the living room to being caught and watched and now to Chan wanting to watch his best friend take you, it was all too much, you had been holding out your orgasm since you sat on that counter for them and now you just wanted someone… anyone to fuck you dumb.

“You’re crazy! Both of you” he said, as he pulled his shorts off completely.

Chan picked you up off the counter and placed you on your feet to face him as he took your former place, he gently guided your head towards his dick maneuvering you bend over for Minho, ass bare and legs spread.

“How ‘bout you take this off for us baby girl” he said pulling at the bottom of your hoodie.

Instantly you pulled it off and tossed it aside, your hands going back to wrap around Chan before tentatively swallowing him down inch after inch. Chan hissed at the warmth encasing his cock, his hand gathered your hair into a ponytail as he started to guide you up and down his thick length.

Minho moved to join you both, it was the hottest scene he had ever seen in his entire existence, the dirty slurping sounds your throat made as you took Chan, who in turn had the sexy look he usually made with his face when he ate or heard something he really liked. Minho grabbed two handfuls of your soft ass cheeks and spread them apart watching as you reacted by clenching on nothing again.

“You guys are so fucking hot…” he whispered to no one in particular as he positioned his tip at your soaked entrance

When he sank in, he was met with no resistance, it was like your pussy sucked him in and gripped him there, immediately he stilled himself trying to think of anything unsexy so he wouldn’t bust his load 3 seconds in. You were so warm and tight and you moaned so loudly that if you didn’t have Chans cock stuffed in your mouth, you definitely would have alerted the whole dorm.

You began rocking back to meet his thrusts as soon as he started moving again, he set a fast and solid pace knocking the breath out of you, in front of you Chan was starting to gently fuck your face, his hand still gripping your hair tightly. You felt the delicious pressure on both ends, the fire igniting in your core threatened to overwhelm you, the sensation of being used by both men in such a primal way awoke something on you that you didn’t know you had.

“Fuck that’s right y/n, back it up just like that” Minho growled and spanked your ass that was slapping against his skin

“She’s taking us so well isn’t she? Fuck I’m getting close” Chan said, caressing your back and moving his free hand under you to capture your soft breast that swayed with each thrust Minho gave.

You couldn’t speak, your mouth worked sloppily on chans cock, pushing him to reach his orgasm as you neared yours. Strings of grunts and moans bounced around the bathroom as each of you got closer and closer.

“I’m. So. Close, y/n” Minho grunted out each word with each thrust, his palm still coming down on your already red ass in hard spanks, he was fucking you so good that you had started to drool all over the place, you looked up to Chan, eyes pleading as you could only hope you were also passing the message that you were close across to him.

Chan seemed to understand because he pinched your oversensitive nipples, a quick way he knew to speed you up

“We’re close too” he said to Minho.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he bucked his hips into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat and triggering your gag reflex, causing your throat to clench around him.

Once.

Twice.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK” He yelled as his orgasm took over his body, his cock shooting loads and loads of cum down your throat as he held your head in place.

“Cum on my dick baby, come on, cum with me” Minho followed with his hand reaching under to rub against your clit.

A second later your body jerked, pussy clenching on Minho’s dick as you came hard on him, his thrusts became more erratic, giving one last hard thrust before erupting inside you, hot cum filling your tight pussy and spilling back out as he slowly pulled out. His dick was covered in white-a mixture of both your juices.

Your legs started to give out as Minho stepped away from you but he caught you and swept you into his arms. Chan reached over and placed soft kisses all over your face and neck, whispering praises in your ear;

“You did good baby”

“Took us so well”

“I love you so much”

You felt warmth and butterflies travel through your body after hearing them both praise you like this “I love you too Channie, and thank you Min” you replied weakly.

“Shhhhh” Minho whispered, placing a soft kiss at the top of your head “I should be thanking you both”

“I’m gonna go fill up the tub for her, let’s really get her cleaned up this time” Chan said, smiling fondly at Minho and nodding at the silent thanks his eyes sent his way.

You were already slipping in and out of consciousness when one of them dipped your body into the bath tub with your favorite bath bomb in it. They cleaned you up and Chan must have carried you back to his room because you recognized the familiar scent of his sheets as he laid you on them and tucked you in. The night hadn’t turned out the way you had expected when you suggested a movie night, but you sure weren’t complaining at all.

We should do these movie night extras more often

You thought to yourself, smiling contentedly as sleep finally took over.

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Authors note: FINALLY! I finished part 2. I want to say thank you to everyone who liked the first part and re-blogged it, this one is for you. Also I want to start a tag list so if you want to be added, just let me know!

Thanks again for reading, please leave a like, comment and re-blog if you enjoyed it!!!

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atinyniki · 2 months ago

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my mooties ! (in no particular order) pt. 1 || pt. 2

@skzoologist: my life. my heart. my soul. my darling dearest. my wife. my butterfly. my best friend. soulmate, if you will. my life would not be the same without you. i think about you and everything you have done for me every single day. thank you for being with me through all my struggles. i don't believe i'll ever be able to repay you the same way, but i'll always be here for you no matter what. there is no one else i would have chosen to be my best friend, absolutely no one could ever compare to you. your artwork is so fucking phenomenal, i still have the drawing you made set as my lockscreen. your writing is so amazing and perfectly angsty, i haven't found anyone who can write like you. i love our dynamic and how i can speak so freely with you. our personalities are so vastly different and i think that's the reason i find it so easy to speak with you. i wouldn't trade you for anything, zehina. thank you for showing me what a true friend is, i love you sosososoooooooo much cutie (yes you're cute shut up) <3

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mirisss · 1 year ago

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Chapter 9

Stray Kids OT8 x hybrid! afab! reader

Warnings: anxiety, mentionings of a breeding facility, verbal and physical child abuse, neglect, spiked collars, blood, injuries, scars, suicidal thoughts, being apathetic, panic attacks, low self-esteem, I think that's everything,

This chapter involves flashbacks into (Y/n)’s past, so it’s a lot of angst but there are also fluffy moments in the chapter.

Wordcount ≈ 3.2k

Thank you guys for your patience! I hope you like this chapter!

Please reblog!

Taglist: @ayoo-bangtan, @lose-lose07, @kingcarrot-thecarrotking, @starjane312, @reighlee-greaves, @hi-39024, @queenmea604, @septicrebel, @justayoungandwisefangirl, @imasimplol, @k-p0p-4ever, @detectivedoodle, @hehe-24-hehe, @jinnie-ret, let me know if you wanna be added!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 10,

“He’s here, come on, (Y/n), we can go home and watch a movie and maybe draw some more,” “That -” YAWN “- sounds nice” “Haha, tired I see,” And so we got in the car, I barely sat down before my eyes were closing. The last thing I remember is hearing a low humming from Hyunjin as I rested my head against his shoulder before I fell into a deep sleep.

Hyunjin’s POV

As soon as we sat down in the car, (Y/n) fell asleep with her head resting against my shoulder. I managed to move around to buckle her seatbelt without waking her. I leaned my head against hers as I lowly hummed an unfamiliar tune. Every now and then, (Y/n)’s body would twitch a little, not enough to wake her but enough to keep her from being comfortable. I recognized the twitching, Jisung does it sometimes too. I have done it a couple of times.

Anxiety.

Her anxiety is making her twitch, shiver, flinch even. That explains why she’s tired all the time, the anxiety twitches are keeping her from resting properly. I wish we knew more about what she has been through so that we can help her.

Her ears twitch every once in a while too, though after doing some research on bunny hybrids, that was a normal trait for them. Her breathing was slightly too quick to be relaxed, but the way she nestled into my shoulder made my heart race. She was so cute. I loved her just as I loved the other members. She might not have been with us for that long, but it didn’t matter. Now that she’s in our lives, everything feels complete.

I looked up and out of the car window, seeing that we were only about two minutes away from our apartment. “(Y/n), sweetie, bunny, wake up, we’re home,”

(Y/n)’s POV

“(Y/n), sweetie, bunny, wake up, we’re home,” Home. That is such a nice word. I slowly came back to consciousness as I heard Hyunjin’s sweet voice calling my name. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that I was resting against Jinnie’s shoulder. As I understood what I was doing, old habits took over me and I jerked myself away from him. “Sorry,” “It’s alright, bunny. I don’t mind. It was cozy. Now, come on, let’s go home,” “Home,” Before I could stop myself I repeated the word home, Hyunjin looked down at me, his eyes looked glassy, almost as if they were filled with tears. “Yes, home.”

The car came to a stop and we got out of the car. Hyunjin stretched out his hand and smiled at me, his eyes darting almost nervously between his hand and my eyes. I carefully took his hand, afraid that this was all a dream and if I moved too quickly, it would disappear. We went into the building, the elevator was empty for the first time since I came here. Elevators usually spike my anxiety. Reminding me of my past.

Flashback

When I was nine years old I was still with my first owner. The breeders who had my parents. They weren’t exactly mean, but neither were they nice. They only cared about the hybrids they had of the highest quality. I was not one of those. They fed me enough to keep me healthy, but they gave me no love. They never spoke with me, they never pet me, they barely even looked at me.

I hadn’t seen my parents or siblings since I was three. I felt isolated and lonely. The only friend I had was a desert fox who lived in the cage beside mine. He was also an outcast like me. The breeders said his personality wasn’t good, it didn’t fit his species. I didn’t understand what they meant, he was the nicest person I knew, before I got to know SKZ that is.

One day, one of the breeders came up to me with a scary man. The unfamiliar man stared at me with a weird, creepy look in his eyes. I backed away as far as I could in my cage. My whole body shivering, my instincts screamed at me to run but I was stuck. I couldn’t escape. “I believe this one fits everything you wanted. Quite, small, obedient, ugly.” The breeder and the man laughed loudly, the creepy man agreed, saying he’ll take me. I began crying. Begging the breeder to let me stay. The fox boy in the cage beside me raised his voice trying to stop them from taking me.

“No! Don’t take her, take me. Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t take her. Please, please, let her stay. NOO!” “Please, I want to stay. Please, I don’t want to go, please, help,” “(Y/n)!” That was the last time I saw him. He screamed my name as they dragged me out of the room filled with cages of neglected hybrids.

The creepy man dragged me out of the breeding facility with a spiked collar. The spikes dug into my neck, causing permanent damage to my skin. Silent tears ran down my cheeks as no sound would leave my throat. It was my first car ride, and I didn’t want to ever get in another car, at least not with this man. I was nine years old, and he hit me, laughed at me, called me names, and told me how he would cut me and torture me for his own pleasure.

When we arrived at wherever he was taking me, he once again dragged me along with the spiked collar. There was a tall building in front of us, and we were walking straight toward it. I tried calling for help as I saw many people around us, some of them looked but after seeing the man who was dragging me they all looked away, others didn’t look at all.

When we came inside the building, we went into a strange small room, a loud *ding* could be heard as the doors opened. The tiny room was packed with people. I didn’t want to go, but the man pulled me inside, the spikes had now penetrated my skin completely, and drops of blood ran down my neck. “Nice toy you got there boss,” A few people said the same thing, as they all stared at me. Their voices harsh on my sensitive ears as they all laughed loudly.

“Yes, we all will be able to enjoy this one. I made sure to buy a young one, so it will last long,” They spoke about me as if I were an object and not a living being. “Mm, so many fun things to do with such an ugly toy. I know it’s young but I hope it becomes prettier in the future,” My heart hurt from hearing what they said. It was true. I wasn’t pretty, that’s why the breeders didn’t keep me. It was why I didn’t deserve love.

During the five years, that I lived with that man and his friends, the elevator was a common place for verbal and later on, physical abuse. Whenever someone saw me walking around the building, they would drag me into the elevator, hitting me, kicking me, spitting on me, pulling my ears, my hair, or my tail. They would curse at me, scream at me, and tell me why I didn’t deserve to live. After five years, they kicked me out after I became numb to their advances.

I stopped speaking. I stopped crying, I stopped eating, I didn’t react to anything anymore, no matter what they did, I never reacted. I felt nothing but emptiness. I wanted nothing more than to die. If this was all my life was worth, I didn’t want to continue. When I stopped reacting, I stopped being fun for them so they kicked me out. Hoping I would die on the streets, all alone. Alone. That was all I knew how to be.

Elevators always remind me of the scars around my neck, the scars that littered my body from the abuse it suffered all those years, and most importantly, elevators remind me of how ugly and worthless I am in the eyes of many.

End of flashback

As I was pulled into a flashback, my breathing picked up, I couldn’t breathe, my eyes couldn’t seem to focus on anything, my knees felt weak, I found my own eyes in the mirror, it felt as if I looked into the eyes of my terrified nine-year-old self.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n), bunny, hold on, it’s okay, just breathe, hey, I’m here,” Hyunjin’s voice seemed far away as if he was in another room. I felt his gentle touch on my arms, I knew it was him, I knew I was safe, but my body didn’t understand. The doors to the elevator flew open with a *ding*, I used my full strength and pushed myself out of the elevator, landing on the floor outside. My arm hurt from landing on it awkwardly, but all I focused on was getting as far away from the elevator as possible.

“(Y/n), please breathe, please,” My eyes slowly stopped darting around, they focused on Hyunjin’s eyes which were filled with tears as he looked down at me. Worry was written all over his handsome face. I didn’t want him to cry, especially not because of me.

Third Person POV

(Y/n) looked up at Hyunjin as he leaned over her. The hybrid was lying on the floor, shaking, struggling to breathe, teardrops running down her cheeks. The dancer leaned over the scared hybrid, trying to calm her down, his own eyes and cheeks stained with tears, his heart hurt from seeing (Y/n) like this.

One of (Y/n)’s arms reached up and gently caressed Hyunjin’s cheek. Her hand was cold against his warm cheek. She still trembled as she tried to catch her breath. Before she knew what she was doing, she leaned her head up, her hand gently guiding Hyunjin’s head down. Their lips barely met, the kiss so gentle it almost didn’t happen, but it did. Hyunjin’s heart raced a thousand times quicker as he realized what they were doing. He was kissing (Y/n). (Y/n) was kissing him.

Hyunjin broke away from the kiss, a surprised look on his face as he looked down at the bunny. (Y/n) too looked surprised. She hadn’t realized what she had done, it seemed to be pure instinct. “I’m sorry,” (Y/n) whispered as she looked away, her hand falling from his cheek. “It’s okay. I liked it. Um, how about we get off the floor and go inside the apartment, to talk about what happened,” (Y/n) nodded in response, too embarrassed to speak.

They went inside the apartment, first going into separate rooms to change clothes. (Y/n) got dressed in the fuzzy pajamas that Jeongin reminded her they had bought, it was warm and cozy. It smelled of Jeongin and Felix. (Y/n) inhaled their scents, it calmed her down. She still felt embarrassed over kissing Hyunjin, she had never done something like that before. Her first kiss. Her first kiss.

Hyunjin was changing into some comfortable clothes too. His mind completely focused on what happened only minutes prior. (Y/n)’s soft lips against his own. Her cute eyes opened wide as she realized what she had done. Her small hand against his cheek. The way she pulled him in. It was intoxicating. He wanted more, but he had to hold himself back. (Y/n) probably didn’t mean to kiss him, she wasn’t ready, he thought. Especially after what happened in the elevator.

Hyunjin walked into the living room and found (Y/n) sitting on the couch. One of her legs bounced anxiously on the floor. “Hey, do you want some water or tea, or maybe some hot chocolate?” “Water please,” “Alright, I’ll be right back with it,” (Y/n) was nervous, and anxious, thinking that she had truly ruined this now. She kissed Hyunjin without his permission, he was probably going to call the others and tell them that she couldn’t stay. That was what (Y/n) thought.

“Here you go, bunny,” (Y/n) carefully took the cold water bottle from his hand, opened it, and took a sip. The cold water calmed her burning throat from the panic attack she had just a few minutes ago. “Would you be okay with telling me what happened in the elevator?” “It sparked some old memories,” “Could you tell me more about these memories? You don’t have to but I want to be able to help you, we all do, if you don’t feel ready to talk about it now, that’s okay, but please don’t be afraid to open up about what you’ve been through,”

He spoke with so much sincerity in his voice and so much love in his gaze as he looked into the hybrid’s eyes. (Y/n) took a deep breath before she told him of the flashback she had. New tears clouded her eyes, Hyunjin embraced her in a calming hug as she cried and told him of all the horrible things the man had put her through.

“Oh bunny, I’m so sorry, no one should ever have to go through such things,” Hyunjin held (Y/n) tighter as he did his best to calm her down. They stayed like that for a good 20 minutes until the door opened. Minho, Felix, and Jeongin stepped inside. Once they came into the living room they found Hyunjin and (Y/n) curled up on the couch together. The hybrid was still slightly shaking from crying and going through all of those memories twice.

“What happened?” Felix said as soon as he realized that (Y/n) had been crying. “It’s a long story and I don’t think (Y/n) has it in her to tell it again or be present for it to be told,” Hyunjin answered, Minho noticed that the tall boy’s eyes were glossy, he too had been crying. “Alright, we’ll talk later. Now, do you want to watch a movie, eat something, sleep, or something else?” (Y/n) sniffled a little before she leaned away from Hyunjin’s warm embrace. “I’d like to take a bath if that is fine,” “Of course, come on, I’ll set it up for you,” Jeongin said as he gave her the wide smile she loved.

Jeongin tried to cheer (Y/n) up by joking around and smiling. His presence did make her feel a bit better. Once again, he reminded her of that fox from the breeding facility. Warm, safe, familiar. His eyes were kind, with so much love and adoration in them. His touch was warm and gentle. Jeongin was happiness to her. “Do you want some bath salts in the bath?” “What’s that?” “Oh, they’re like tiny crystals that make the bath smell nice,” “Do you like those?” Jeongin smiled even wider at the question. “Yeah, they’re nice, we have a couple of different scents, this one’s my favorite!” He held out a little bottle with blue crystals, opened the lid, and let (Y/n) take in the scent. The hybrid inhaled the scent, it instantly reminded her of Jeongin.

“Do you like it?” “Yeah, it, um, it smells like you,” “I’ll put some in the bath then,” Jeongin poured a few of the crystals into the warm water filling the tub. “There we go! Your towel is here, the same spot as always, and you have your clothes here, and I think that’s all,” Jeongin was about to walk over to the door and leave (Y/n) in the bathroom. “Wait,” (Y/n) took a hold of his hand.

“Hmm, what’s wrong?” “Can you just stay with me for a little while longer, I don’t want to be alone just yet,” “Alright, I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to,” They sat down on the floor, (Y/n) still held onto his hand. Jeongin kept an eye on the water in the tub, making sure it didn’t fill too much. “Can you hug me?” “Of course,” Jeongin turned off the water before he opened his arms and (Y/n) scooted closer into his embrace.

“(Y/n), remember what we talked about earlier?” “About all of us facing challenges in the past?” “Yeah, you don’t ever have to be ashamed of what you’ve been through, none of it was your fault. We won’t ever hurt you, nor will we let anyone hurt you,” (Y/n) held onto Jeongin just a little tighter. “Can I tell you something about what happened today?” “Of course, if you want to tell me, then I’ll gladly listen,” “I’m embarrassed and worried about it,” “It’s okay, whatever it is, it will be fine,” “I kissed Hyunjin,” Jeongin looked down at (Y/n), not believing his ears.

“What?” His voice was shocked, yet his eyes still held nothing but love and adoration. Making (Y/n) feel a little less worried. “I kissed Hyunjin. I didn’t even notice, I didn’t know what I was doing, it just happened,” “Okay, do you regret it?” “Um, I don’t know. I liked it, I think. I’ve never done anything like it before. I’m just scared that he’s angry with me,” “I promise you, that he is not angry. I’m certain he’s over the moon with joy. We all love you, and kissing is a sign of love, so none of us would be angry with you for kissing us, we just want you to do it when you want to, we don’t want to pressure you into anything,”

(Y/n) listened intently as Jeongin spoke, his voice brought the bunny comfort. Her eyes explored his face. From his warm eyes to his nose, to his sharp jawline, and stopping at his lips. Something within her, yearning to feel his lips against hers. Even though the kiss with Hyunjin had barely happened, she yearned for more. She yearned to feel love in its purest form.

“Can I… Can you, kiss me?” Jeongin smiled widely, his eyes seemed to sparkle as he leaned a little closer. “Are you sure?” (Y/n)’s eyes once again darted between his eyes and his lips. She felt safe. She felt loved. “Yes, I’m sure,” Jeongin leaned even closer, his heart racing. He was nervous and excited. The bunny felt the same as she leaned a little closer. Their lips were only mere millimeters apart. (Y/n) closed her eyes, fully trusting Jeongin, just as she would with any of the eight boys she now called her home. Jeonging couldn’t help but smile as he too closed his eyes.

~ To be continued ~

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mejcinta · 3 months ago

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When GRRM spoiled that Helaena will unalive herself "for no reason" in season 3 my first thought was that they won't even show her death, or rather somebody (likely Alicent) will find her dead and the motivation will be unclear. Not even sure how it's going to set off the riots against Rhaenyra since Helaena doesn't have a relationship with the smallfolk. It's just so annoying that Helaena in the show exists as a prop to Alicent. Even the aftermath of B&C focused on Alicent's feelings rather than Helaena's grief.

You are very correct. Helaena in seasons 1 and 2 is pretty much a crutch to Alicent's character, used to draw sympathy points even when she (Alicent) is not deserving of sympathy because she is the author of her children's misery just as much as Otto is for hers.

On another hand, I do feel s2 still managed to convey Helaena being beloved by the smallfolk. They offer her condolences during Jaehaerys' funeral procession and Helaena later displays a deep empathy for the smallfolk's struggles, discounting her own misery and acknowledging her privileges at the smallfolk's expense.

Much as it's shallowly conveyed and I hate the writers, I must give them credit. Helaena's main character trait is not even her dreaming ability. It's her innocence. That is her currency in this story, and what will drive the smallfolk to revile Rhaenyra, who will descend into darkness next season (since Emma D'arcy has hinted at it).

But know this. They dropped the ball by turning Helaena into a passive observer who refuses to actively engage with her brothers and her mother. As a result she just...doesn't matter to us as the audience. There's literally no difference between her and the little kids of the show because of her silence and her innocence.

Would be nice to see her stand up and get a stake in this war, but it's too late, and the writers' efforts look so sudden and ret-CORNY.

It saddens me to say that at this point I will be relieved when she dies. Phia was wasted as an actress on this show, when they could have had her character do more and participate actively in the narrative :(

#anon #hotd critical #helaenatargaryen #dreamer queen #fire and blood

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Damage Gets Done - SAS Rogue Heroes x OC - Chapter 8

Summary: Tension runs high as the SAS carries out a potentially disastrous raid on Benghazi

Relationships: L Detachment x Platonic!OC, eventual Reg Seekings x OC

Warnings: Language, descriptions of graphic violence, implied death, Randolph Churchill

Word Count: 4.3k

Tags: @20th-centu-fairy-girl @trenchenjoyer @dcyllom @footprintsinthesxnd

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Diana crouched down to eye level with the jeep's side mirror, squinting against the sun that reflected in the glass behind her as she did her best to tuck every last curl safely away beneath the headscarf she had shrouded herself in. Their raid on Benghazi was fast approaching, and it had been decided amongst the group that the easiest way to smuggle her into the city would be to dress her like a regular civilian, rather than attempt to explain away her military garb.

Once she had finished the task, pinning back one last curl that simply would not stay put on its own, she had moved to stand, but the sight of her own reflection gave her pause. It was rare that Diana remembered much of anything of her mother, but some days she looked so remarkably like her that it seemed to draw long-buried memories back to the surface. She had those same dark eyes, the same curve of the lips and point of the nose. She could almost half-remember sitting in her mother's lap as she put on her hijab each morning, the calming tones of her singing keeping the child from getting in the way. When she was herself, the similarities were hardly noticeable. But now that she dressed like her mother too, those brief, hard years were becoming visible again in the back of her mind, as if watching on through a veil.

"Hey," Jim Almond's voice rang out behind her. Springing upwards to resume her regular posture, she glanced at him with a welcoming smile. "You alright?"

"Yeah," Diana nodded assuringly. "Yeah, I just... I look like my mother." She grinned at the confession, and he couldn't help but return the smile. Jim squeezed her shoulder affectionately, and their heads both turned as Stirling's voice came from over by the well where he stood with Randolph Churchill. Since the Prime Minister's son had arrived, she had managed to avoid speaking to the man, but it appeared Stirling was not going to make it easy on her.

"You've been summoned, milady," Almonds teased, and she slugged him gently in the shoulder, kicking up sand as she marched over.

"Oi," Diana greeted, tipping an imaginary hat to Stirling as she rested a hip against the side of the well.

"Diana, it seems you haven't yet been introduced to Mr Randolph Churchill, here," David spoke. His tone was jovial, friendly, but she could tell he was teasing her, and sent him a sideways look as Churchill reached for her hand, pressing dry lips against the back of her palm. She did not attempt to disguise her grimace, especially as she heard Pat and Johnny chuckling at her discomfort from back by the truck.

"A pleasure," He greeted, maintaining his attempt at a charming smile even as he noticed her wiping the back of her hand against her trousers.

"Winston's boy, eh?"

"... The Prime Minister. Yes."

She shrugged. "Not my Prime Minister."

Randolph let out something between a huff and a laugh. "Oh, you didn't vote Labour, did you?"

Diana's brow raised as she lit one of the cigarettes in her pocket. "I'm Egyptian, Randy."

"Right, yes... Of course... You're a rather striking young lady, you know."

Stirling almost choked on the dirty water he had pulled from the well as he tried not to laugh, and she stomped hard on his foot, digging in her heel. "Yes. I do know. Is that all?" When neither of the men spoke, she nodded firmly, patting Stirling on the shoulder. "Wonderful exercise, thanks David."

Pat was still laughing at her as she returned to the others, his enjoyment only enhanced as she flipped him off, propping herself against the back of the lorry with her elbows.

"He liked you," Cooper teased, a boyish grin overtaking his expression as he jammed a fresh cartridge of bullets into his gun. Beside him, Reg didn't say a word, his brow furrowed, expression thunderous, the only sound coming from him the occasional indecipherable grumble.

"Fuck off," She sang, holding her cigarette between her teeth as she sifted through the bullets they had brought to fill the small pistol she had been given to conceal on her person. To go with her civilian costume, Sadler had acquired her own car - a creaky, unassuming thing with a bad paint job, but an almost brand-new engine that could get her out of a tight spot should the need arise. It was risky, to enter Benghazi alone, to separate herself from the rest of the group, but once inside the walls she would find them again, and finally receive a gun that was worth a damn.

Seekings had scarcely looked away from his weapons since the moment of her approach, checking and re-checking every gun and knife he had on his person as a permanent scowl etched his face. His hat was resting in the truck bed beside Diana, and she noticed, seizing it by the visor and planting it firmly onto his head, forcefully capturing his attention. A smile curled the corner of her lips, and he couldn't help but do the same, finally able to take in her new appearance up close. He missed her hair - the only part of her wild enough to reflect the spirit inside. She looked wrong without it, every inch hidden from the world.

"Chin up, soldier," She teased. Reg hated this plan. He hated it more than he'd ever hated any of Stirling's batshit insane ideas before.

They were putting Diana in danger. More danger than they ever had before. She would take her own car into Benghazi, alone, with nothing but a tiny pistol to protect herself and a cache of explosives hidden under her seat. They were relying on nothing but her pretty face and Arabic tongue to get her into a building none of the others would dare try to breach for fear of a bullet to the skull. And worst of all, she didn't seem to care.

"You're good on the plan?" He prodded.

Diana let out a chuckle at his uncharacteristic concern. "All good."

There was no certainty they'd all see each other again after tonight. And one question plagued Reg - one question he ached to know the answer to yet could never bring himself to ask. Did she remember that night in Stirling's flat? The night she had spent sitting on the hardwood floor in that wonderful dress, the night she had kissed his bruised knuckles and smiled at him and made him feel all kinds of confusing things. If only she cared as much for herself as he did.

In order to avoid any suspicion, Diana was ordered to pass the checkpoint into the port city an hour before the others - a measure taken to dispel any possible assumption that they may be arriving together, but an altogether risky move. If the others were intercepted at the border, she would be in Benghazi alone, forced to carry out her objective and escape without any backup whatsoever. In the Great War, General Hannigan had made his reputation through acts of reckless daring, and it seemed he had passed this lack of regard for self-preservation onto his daughter. A quiet fell over the small group as the time came for her departure, a duffel bag of explosives hidden in a compartment Sadler had hollowed out beneath her seat. Diana seemed unphased, quickly affirming their rendezvous point with Stirling, but the others watched on in grim silence, hesitant to even wish her good luck for fear of jinxing their fortunes. They all knew there was a chance that this could be the last time they were all together. It wasn't an impossibility. They'd lost Eoin. They'd lost Jock.

Tonight had the opportunity to ruin everything.

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The desert road unfurled itself before her, the wheels of the car kicking up sand as Diana streaked across the landscape, radio tuned to a local station as she sang off-key to an Arabic cover of a Billie Holiday song, occasionally interrupted by static from the terrible reception all the way out here.

It was not until the checkpoint came into view that she realised she was driving altogether much too fast, and the breaks let out a terrible shriek as Diana attempted to slow down, jostling the wooden barrier with the bonnet as she rolled to a clumsy stop. Now she remembered why Stirling had initially appeared so horrified at the prospect of letting her drive herself.

One of the soldiers marched up to her window, knocking harshly on the glass until she rolled it down to let him speak. He scolded her in a flurry of Italian that she only partially understood, and Diana attempted to thrust her forged papers at him, matching the man's irritated tone in her own rambling Arabic, spouting meaningless nonsense whenever she ran out of things to say once she as confident he didn't understand a word.

The soldier examined her papers, occasionally asking her questions as he peered closely at the writing. Diana could only decipher a few words here and there - certainly not enough to gauge the soldier's meaning - and so she continued her meaningless tirade in the hopes of moving things on.

"I really like this song!" She declared, brow furrowed, tone angered as she pointed sharply at the radio, the soldier's expression growing more confused by the minute as he attempted to decipher what the frustrated woman was yelling at him. "It's very good! But I'd like to get moving, I'm very hungry!"

"Cosa?" The soldier asked, still clutching her papers.

Diana resisted the urge to roll her eyes, reaching out and tearing the document from his grip. "Is this really the best your lot could do? Fucking embarrassing really." His mouth hung open, gaping as he found himself helpless to decipher a word of her ranting. With a pointed gesture towards the barrier, she finally seemed to get through to the man, who hurriedly ordered for her to be let through.

Nodding to the soldier in mock appreciation, Diana cranked the radio back up to full volume as she passed, resuming her sing-along as she trundled towards Benghazi, taking extra care to regulate her usually reckless driving as she entered the pedestrian-littered streets. It wasn't entirely unheard of to see a woman like her driving alone here, but just unusual enough to ensure that, whenever she slowed down or stopped for traffic, she would hear a wolf whistle or jeer from some passer-by. It was nothing Diana hadn't heard before, but still, her grip on the steering wheel tightened with agitation each time.

Benghazi was littered with administrative buildings and headquarters for the Nazi and Italian forces, with guards at every entrance. This was not a problem. Diana didn't need an entrance. One of the key Italian admin buildings had a side wall facing a nearby alleyway, used almost exclusively by street vendors and tourists, when there were any. But there was not a guard in sight, for the wall had no doorways or windows that could be used for infiltration. Engine rumbling to a stop, she yanked the gearstick, pulling in to park along the side of the alleyway. Rummaging below her seat, Diana retrieved the explosives she had been given, concealing them in a small compartment she had sewn into the bottom of her handbag, hidden beneath all manner of day-to-day belongings.

The only explosive she left behind was a primed Lewes bomb, prying open a loose seam in the driver's seat cushion with her fingernails and burrowing it deep inside among the stuffing. Worst case scenario, the car would be removed by guards hoping to keep the perimeter clear, and provide a helpful distraction come nightfall.

Best case scenario, this explosion would rip a hole straight through the building, killing dozens.

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The moment their truck pulled to a stop, Reg was on the lookout, his gaze scouring their surroundings for any sign of Diana among the sparse, moving crowds of civilians.

"Hey," Almonds hushed voice reached out to him as they clambered out of the truck bed. "She's not coming. Stirling told her not to be seen with us until it's time to go." Reg almost questioned this - questioned why, of all things, Jim knew he was searching for Diana. But it struck him as best not to ask, best not to come face to face with his own weakness that apparently everyone could see. This wasn't the time for it.

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Diana had spent her afternoon in a nearby cafe, sipping on herbal tea to calm the beating of her nervous heart as she waited for nightfall, pretending to read a book as she watched the soldiers walking around in her peripherals. Anyone who had paid enough attention would have noticed that she hadn't turned the page in almost half an hour, but there were hundreds of women in Benghazi who looked just like her. She was utterly unremarkable, utterly unworthy of notice. The disguise was working wonders.

But darkness was falling. And the longer she stayed, the more suspicious her presence would become. Ensuring her headscarf was still on properly, Diana departed, shoving her book back in her bag as it covered the concealed explosives within. She prayed the carefulness with which she handled the bag had not been too obvious as she made her departure, slipping away down a nearby side street.

The car was still there. She made a mental note as she passed, tossing a crumbled paper bag containing a Lewes bomb into a nearby trashcan, one of many lining the back wall of another administrative building. Laying individual charges was never going to do a significant amount of damage, but it would certainly provide ample distraction. If the guards were too busy chasing after exploding bins and cars, they would miss the real targets.

She wanted a cigarette, but frankly, the idea of smoking one so close to a bag full of bombs made her nervous. Diana was just about to throw out her matchbook as a precaution when a lone guard turned the corner towards her, rifle slung lazily over his shoulder, gaze pinned on her from the moment he entered the space.

"What are you doing?" He called, eyeing the matches in her hand with suspicion. His Italian accent was heavy, but his English wasn't half bad. He thought she was a local - that was good, he was searching for some in-between dialect to bridge the language barrier between himself and the Libyans.

"Smoke break," Diana replied simply, trying to maintain the accent of her mother tongue even as she spoke her second language. It was difficult - she had been taught Arabic by Egyptians and English by the Brits, it was not a line she was used to blurring.

The guard flicked his wrist, beckoning her closer as he reached into his breast pocket for a proper lighter. As she plucked a cigarette from the battered box in her bag, he held the flame up to her, just far away enough that she had to lean in towards his chest, dipping her chin to meet it. She could feel his eyes on her, tracing every inch of her face and quickly travelling downwards. His hand reached up, knuckle brushing lightly against her cheek. Diana felt the urge to recoil, nausea dredging up the pitifully sparse contents of her stomach. Instead, she pulled herself back up to full height, a pleasant smile curling her lips as she took a puff of smoke.

"Pretty girl like you shouldn't be out here alone," The guard tutted, a glint of lust in his eye that made her want to vomit straight onto his boots. "Anything could happen."

She let out an easy laugh, shaking her head slightly. "Well, then it's a good thing I have your gun, isn't it?"

He paused for a moment, head tilting to the side as he squinted in confusion. "...What?"

Diana's hand shot out at his face, not even pausing to drop the cigarette, its burning butt scorching the flesh of the soldier's cheek as her fingernails met his eyes, scratching painfully at his corneas. Before the man could scream, her free hand, balled into a tight fist, punched him sharply in the windpipe, and the guard choked for breath, staggering backwards as blood began to run down his face from where her nails had taken chunks out of his eyelids.

Blinded and winded, he groped for his rifle, but Diana seized it in an instant, a kick to the stomach sending him toppling backwards onto the ground. If she had shot him, she would've drawn half the guards in the port. Besides, this was more fun.

"Fascist fuck," She muttered, tearing off her headscarf, curls erupting outwards like a lion's mane as she balled up the fabric, stuffing it down into the guard's mouth so he couldn't speak. With the pocket knife tucked in her boot, she sliced off one of the straps on her bag, using the long strip of fabric to bind the man's hands behind his back. The guard whimpered helplessly, sounds muffled by the fabric that he found himself unable to spit out as his feet lashed out, kicking wildly but never landing a blow, his vision still blurred and useless in the dark.

Diana manoeuvred the thrashing, whining man into a nearby alcove, propping him up against the backdoor of a local restaurant. Delivering a swift, sharp blow to the head, the guard fell unconscious, and she was free to leave his limp body for someone else to find once she was long gone.

But now there was a problem. Her disguise was ruined - her headscarf gone, bag noticeably torn, blood staining her fingernails. A wad of spit was enough to clean most of the visible dirt from her hands, and she realised she had little choice but to get rid of her bag. Carefully retracing her steps back towards the car she had abandoned, Diana tossed the entire cache of explosives into the trunk and made a run for it. Perhaps multiple distractions were off the table for tonight, but this distraction was certainly about to be a big one.

Tousling her hair and undoing the top few buttons of her shirt, exposing a sideways view of her cleavage, she felt satisfied with her new disguise. If she couldn't pass as someone's dutiful housewife, she could at least do her best to blend in with the local prostitutes.

God this was humiliating.

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Reg and the others were waiting impatiently behind a nearby car, anxiously watching Stirling and Churchill approach as soldiers swarmed their truck, which had - until now - been their only means of escape. David approached the group, strolling casually so as not to betray his agitation, although his brow began to furrow as he surveyed the group.

"Where's Diana?" He whispered, leaning in close. Reg thought he might vomit.

"She's supposed to be here?" Riley hissed. One by one, their expressions began to fall with concern.

"I told her to meet us at the rendezvous, she's supposed to-" Stirling had gone from a state of panic to one of confusion, trailing off as his gaze locked itself upon something behind the others. Reg turned to follow his eye, brow raising as he spotted Diana across the street, purposely avoiding meeting their gaze as she strolled through the crowded space. But something had changed since that morning - she looked different. She looked good.

There was no time to express relief, no time to calm the thumping of his heart as Stirling ushered the group out from their rendezvous spot, marching across the street. They were making it up as they went along now - the most dangerous way to be. But she didn't follow, simply stood in a nearby doorway, leant casually against the wall.

"Seekings, go over and pretend to chat her up," Stirling ordered under his breath. Reg suddenly realised what was going on. "Get her over here with us, now."

Seekings slipped away from the group, taking extra care to look at ease, confident, not like he was following orders. His eyes met Diana's, and he stepped up onto the doorstep beside her, the pair standing close. "...You look different," He pointed out.

"It's been an... eventful afternoon," She explained. As she spoke, she maintained an easy, flirtatious smile, ensuring that anyone passing by would still believe she was a prostitute trying to chat up a client, despite the words being exchanged. Reg felt the blood rushing to his cheeks, turning his face redder by the second.

"We've gotta go," He said, and she nodded, following alongside him as they moved to rejoin the others. He felt her gently nudge his side, and slug his arm casually over her shoulder. They would have to keep up this pretence until the very last minute, until they were somewhere free from any prying eyes. But Reg couldn't even pretend to dislike the position he now found himself in, her body slotted against his in a way that just felt right, her shoulder somehow comfortable as it dug into his side. Her hair blew gently with each exhale he took, and he was almost too distracted to pay attention to the others, watching her instead of the guards Johnny was attempting to negotiate their way past. Reg couldn't even understand Italian - in his mind, this was a much better use of his time.

It seemed Diana had realised this distraction, for a sharp poke to the ribs alerted Reg that they were moving again, sauntering past the men after whatever ruse Cooper had concocted had worked. "Start paying attention," She muttered, beginning to smirk.

But there had been no time to formulate a retort before an earth-shattering explosion rocked the ground beneath their feet, a great ball of fire turning the sky red as a building burst into flames a few streets over. It was bigger than the blast from any single Lewes bomb, and Reg raised a brow, looking down at Diana who had begun to cringe slightly. Stirling turned to stare pointedly at her.

"I had to improvise," She shrugged, and Reg almost laughed before his own charges exploded somewhere behind them, and the group broke out into a sprint, making a wild dash for the nearest side road that could potentially promise a means of escape.

The first explosion had been so huge that almost every guard in the port had began running towards it, and once the other bombs went off as well, the place was plunged into chaos, no one sure of which crises they should tend to first.

"Where's your gun?" Stirling hissed as she ran alongside him.

"Like I said, change of plan," Diana huffed, catching a pistol as he tossed it over to her, the group crouching around the corner of a nearby building to evade the scattered guard force.

"Well, y'know," Almonds shrugged. "At least the bombs worked."

She let out a breathless laugh, but no sooner had she stopped running was she compelled to start again, dashing towards a jeep Reg had managed to commandeer.

"You got it?" Diana asked, a grin spreading across her face as he touched two wires together and the engine burst to life, rumbling steadily as they dogpiled hurriedly inside. They trundled away at a regular pace, so as not to draw attention, but it may as well have been a hundred miles an hour for how quickly her heart beat inside her ribcage, chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath, feeling as if it were the first full breath she had taken since the moment she had first arrived in Benghazi.

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Stirling's car ahead had burst through the checkpoint they had passed that morning in a flurry of bullets, picking up speed, the jeeps going faster and faster by the second until they were streaking across the desert. Johnny had been standing atop the back of David's jeep, mowing down the nazis with his machine gun as they passed. As they passed back into safe territory, he turned back to face the second car, grinning elatedly, and Diana replied with a whoop, laughing at their success. She had not quite realised how scared she had been to die tonight until the relief of surviving had settled in, and now she was euphoric, the desert wind whipping her hair wildly in all directions.

Reg had the wheel, unable to tear his eyes from the road for how fast they were travelling, but he began to grin as Riley started singing a raucous drinking song, Diana and Jim joining along by the second verse. Almonds had taken off his hat, jokingly attempting to plant it on her head, but she let out a yelp as the wind caught its brim, tearing it clean off as the hat vanished into the night. They laughed at this too, everything suddenly hilarious as they were consumed by the joy of victory. The jeep's side mirror had been jostled in their hurried attempt to climb in, and rather than reflecting the road behind, Reg could see her - smile visible even in the darkness, both hands trying in vain to hold down her hair against the desert wind.

It may have been the greatest night of his life.

#sas rogue heroes #sas rogue heroes oc #sas rogue heroes fic #sas: rogue heroes #reg seekings #david stirling #pat riley #johnny cooper #jim almonds #oc: diana #fic | damage gets done

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madychi · 1 year ago

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Okay, I’m sorry but I’m very confused because you ret conned a lot of stuff, what is the story at this point?

Alright- no worries, I’ll clarify the whole story (up to the latest part) here.

Eggman attempted to create his own chaos emeralds. But something went wrong. They came out botched, emitting a hazardous mixture of Chaos energy and radiation. Eggman decided to just contain them and lock up the lair they were made in. He completely forgot about them.

Fast forward to sometime after the Metal Virus, Sonic ends up stumbling across this locked down base and busts in to take a look around. He comes across these Botched Emeralds and, not knowing why their so heavily contained, busts them out of containment with the intent to figure out why Eggman is making fake emeralds.

He takes six of the seven botched emeralds. He missed the seventh one. The emeralds react to Sonic taking them. Similar to how chaos emeralds would kinda absorb into Sonic when he goes super, the botched emeralds do something similar. Absorbing into Sonic.

Sonic definitely finds it weird, but nothing seems to happen, so he assumes it was a dud. No harm no foul. He leaves the base, which is no long securely containing the chaos radiation, allowing it to start seeping out.

A few days later Sonic’s noticeably unwell. He knows somethings wrong, he’s got weird sores all over his body, and his face feels numb. So he goes to the one fox he can trust to help out. Tails. This leads to the start of the comic.

Tails is immune to the Chaos Radiation. But he isn’t immune to the actual radiation. The symptoms are similar initially but while infected completely loose their sense of self, becoming mindless and instictual monsters, Tails does not. He keeps his sense of self.

Sonic can tell somethings up with Tails. Ever since he’s come to him Tails hasn’t been well. But Tails is intent on figuring this whole thing out. Sonic is with Tails for two weeks, in which no progress is really made. By the end of the second week, Sonic’s hunger has started to become unbearable for him. He’s tried eating anything he can. But it’s not enough. He even gives in a little and eats a flicky. It’s not enough.

He goes to try and tell Tails that he’s really hungry, but when he gets to him, something kinda snaps in him for a moment. His mind and thoughts are over taken by a deafening static, and all he can think about is his hunger. All he can understand is this urge to consume. He approaches Tails, coming to close for comfort to eating Tails. But he stops.

He notices the face mask Tails had been making for him, and it slowly draws him out of his frenzy. He doesn’t want to think about what he almost did. He’d never hurt Tails- no- of course not.

Tails wakes up from his nap at his work desk to see Sonic had found the prosthetic face he’d made him and was trying it on. He explains how it works, and Sonic brightens up a bit. He feels normal for the first time since this whole thing started. He can’t help but give Tails a headpat. The first physical contact they’ve had since Sonic’s sickness started. If Tails weren’t already doomed, this would’ve sealed his fate for sure.

It’s like being touched by pure polonium at this point. Tails’s eye starts to slip on out, as a reaction to his radiation poisoning. Understandably, he screams at this.

This is when Shadow enters the picture. He joined Restoration HQ to the little town(?) Tails lives in. With Sonic unknowingly around, folk have started to fall ill with weird symptoms. When people started getting symptoms, Tangle had gone out to check things out. She ended up getting too close to ground zero (the Eggman base) and getting infected. By the time she was found, she was already stage 2.

Shadow is here to get Tails and also try and get answers. Surely he’d know something. At least where Sonic is or might be since they haven’t been able to contact him at all. As Shadow’s about to knock on the door, he can hear Tails scream from inside. He bursts through the door, only to met with an eerie silence.

He walks through the house, looking for any sign of the fox, when he hears something. He goes into the very dark workshop, and sees Tails’s Miles Electric on the ground, active, and playing an audio. From this audio recording, Shadow realizes that yes, Tails does know what’s going on. And whatever it is, Sonic’s involved… maybe even the cause.

He doesn’t get to dwell on this long as he gets tag teamed by Sonic and Tails. He does fight back, using a chaos blast at one point. But ultimately, Sonic takes him down. With Shadow seemingly dead, Sonic quickly covers up as much as possibly to try and seem “normal”.

He convinces Amy that the two of them are just roughed up from an encounter with some “sick” person. And when she asks about Shadow, Tails claims Shadow said he had to take care of something and just ran off. Any believes them, and gets them back to HQ with the rest of the people who are able to be treated.

Amy is… worried. She can tell somethings off with Sonic. He’s not exactly able to hide his changing appearance well. But he helps out and takes care of Cream. That and he refuses to have tests done on him. She can’t force him. And she won’t force him to leave if he’s not causing trouble.

Then there’s Tails, who did agree to testing. The results were… not good. She had to break the news to him that he’s suffering from a very severe form of Radiation poisoning. That it’s a miracle he’s even alive. But that’s not the only bad news she has to deliver him. Amy also has to tell Tails that this radiation has cause a tumor to form in his brain. Since she’s told him this, he’s been quiet, and withdrawn in his quarantine cell. He only eats if Sonic brings the food. Or if they force him to eat.

The two have been with Restoration HQ for about a week now. And things have settled into a nice routine. The outbreak is classified and kept from public knowledge right now as to not cause a panic.

Sonic’s hunger is at its limit. He’s tried everything to quell it but nothing works. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone. But when he sees a hedgehog all alone and heading to bed for the night, he can’t help himself. He silently follows, removing his prosthetic face and cloak outside of the hedgehogs room. After a brief internal battle, he sneaks inside the room.

The hedgehog notices him though. He’d hoped he wouldn’t. But he does. There isn’t much of a struggle. Sonic makes sure of it. Still, he can’t help but feel bad for this guy. This wasn’t really anything personal. He was just unlucky. In the wrong place at the wrong time. So Sonic tries to give the kid some comfort in his final moments by holding his hand as he goes in to finish his meal.

And that’s everything. At least everything up to the current point in the comic. After each part, I’ll likely come here and add onto this post!

#chaos radiation au #explanation #hope this helps #everything here was in some way disclosed in the comic #but I don’t wanna spoil future plot points or cause more retcons

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animalsalvationassociation · 9 months ago

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Small Q&A:

No I’m not back but I had a few generalized questions about the blog popping up so I thought I’d answer a few just to clear the air. Yes I am still on hiatus.

Question 1: Watermarks

For anyone confused as to the watermarks that are on my art pieces — @cookiecrumbles52palace is my main user for all of my art blogs except for secondary art accounts like character creation pages on Instagram.

[ Here is an official link to all of my socials. ]

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[ And this is if you want to learn more about me ]

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Question 2: How do art??

“How are you so good?”, “Wow I wish I could be like you!”, “You’re so talented I could never!”

It never gets easier answering this. Every artist/creative would agree with me, these are by far the most asked questions I get on literally a daily basis. They bring me joy and the validation I’ve always wanted but at the same time they make me extremely sad and uncomfortable.

As of 09/2024 I will be hitting my 12 year mark of being an artist and a writer. It’s a rough estimate of when I began, but I basically started in September around the age of 11.

“What got you started?” you ask?

The Ninja Turtles.

When I was a kid that’s all I wanted to do. I wanted to be a comic book artist for a living (my favorite show at the time being Nickelodeon’s 2k12 TMNT) I remember my lonely days of sitting on my bedroom floor spending hours a day drawing just a few panels at a time. And although I was a kid with no friends, starting a new school year in a new house/school/state, I at least had my stories however monstrously drawn they were.

Now nearly 12 years later I’m self taught, I work a part time job in retail, I live at home with my family at 22. And my dream is to be a published author illustrating her own stories. I’ve already illustrated a published book but eventually I want to create for my own novels.

I’m still learning how to adult and take care of myself. And let’s be honest I don’t do a very good job at either of those things, I have a lot of health problems and my emotional state keeps me from doing a lot of things. But I wouldn’t change my situation for the world because even though I’m struggling, I’m happy.

Basically my point is . . . no matter where you are on your creative journey you have a bright future ahead of you. You’re going to make mistakes and hit a million roadblocks, but if you keep working and believing in yourself then you’re gonna go far. My best friend in the whole wide world is my younger self, because she kept pushing even when others had given up on her and I couldn’t be more proud of what she became. Even if it’s hard to look in the mirror sometimes.

Question 3: DM / Asks / Art Requests / Comms

I’m officially sorting through my asks. I’ve been having some spam asks recently and I will be deleting some of the ones I don’t feel comfortable answering. I am sorry but I have my limits, if your ask gets featured then it gets featured I don’t know what else to tell you. (I don’t know how to phrase this kindly)

Adding to that, do not follow me if you expect to get art requests in return. Just because you asked nicely doesn’t mean I’m going to spend my precious free time making something for you. If I wanted to do commissions or requests then I would put that in the bio or in a pinned post.

Art is one of the single most important hobbies for me alongside my writing. It’s a way for me to escape without having to leave my room/house. Please understand, there are plenty of other artists out there with amazing art that would love to handle your commission or requests that probably have so much more free time than I do. And I would be happy to point them out to you because they probably need the money more than I do.

Question 4: Returning??

“Man Cookie, you’ve been gone for a few weeks like you said you would, but do you have a date of when you’ll be coming back??”

Tbh with you, no. I’ve been trying really hard this year to involve myself in Art Fight, and so far I’ve been having a lot of fun doing that as well as working on some other projects like my Voltron fanfic or my novels.

But when it comes to Octonauts I’ve been really nervous about getting back into things. Which is pretty silly but kinda makes sense considering everything I’ve been creating in the last few months all on a whim.

I think my plan is to finally start posting again the second or third week of August. The first week and a half I’ll be at a family reunion, and if I’m correct I should have some time to just relax and get into my own head space.

No promises but I may end up working on a headcanons post for the A.S.A. Au to help solidify some things for our wonderful Octonauts. Not sure when it will be done but I’ve already started on Kwazii’s. Other than that no art until I’m off my hiatus.

I promise I haven’t forgotten about any of you, and thank you for the wonderful comments you left on my last post. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry all over again! 😭

Have a wonderful day and please stay safe/healthy! I love you all! And a special thank you for making it to the end of the post, you’re wonderful. Here’s a cookie 🍪

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tmnt-reticent · 9 months ago

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The pink aesthetic of this blog was meant to be a joke like “haha look at all this cute imagery oh btw this is about religious trauma and emotional abuse and how it tore a family apart” but I think I accidentally managed to trick people with the blog’s look into thinking that it was a cute au so now I’m just terrified for anyone who thinks Ret is cute to see some of the art Ive drawn for it or that like other people have drawn for it or maybe even read the fic WHAJDBWKHD. Bc yall know what the fic is like you’ve read it you’ve read Pathetic you know what’s up. It’s not even that angsty yet btw there is uh. There is stuff coming. Y’all aren’t ready S1 is the most chill season by far.

But yeah just thought I’d yap about that for a bit bc it’s so interesting to me about how much the look and feel of a blog like this can actually do. Its kinda giving like Omori or DDLC where it looks super cute and then it’s like “oh nvm this is fucked up actually”

I’m gonna keep what it looks like for now bc 1. I think it’s cute 2. I think it’s funny and 3. I’m too busy with art fight rn to draw a new banner but maybe one day I’ll make it fit Ret more idk maybe when the story gets more serious.

#rai rambles #tmnt #tmnt iteration #tmnt reticent #tmnt fan iteration #teenage mutant ninja turtles iteration #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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incorrectshantaequotes · 29 days ago

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felt like drawing Harmony, so - here she is! currently enjoying a nice cup of tea

#shantae #not a quote #harmony #ret-2-draw

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rainyraisin · 11 months ago

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Get art dumped

Human Ret Donnie redesign!!! When I draw a coloured ref he’ll wear his overalls but I felt like drawing long sleeves whsjhdkshdkv- I actually designed him a while ago, in my art gcse sketchbook, but I’m not allowed to post those or I could get disqualified so I drew him again 💥💥💥

Another Bloodsoaked Contract design! I have a lot more I’ve done but they’re either on post it notes or I legit can’t share them for spoiler reasons so you’ll have to make do with this silly for now- She’s the first member of Team TEO I’ve designed (I did have a old TEO design on here but she got scrapped 😞💔 RIP lolita lady you were cool but very NPC core). Might redesign her suit a bit eventually.

@cyaneaxo ‘S TURTLESONA WAHHHHH MATRIX MOMENT MATRIX MOMENT!!! The coolest ever fr fr!! Just a goober just a silly!!! It was so goofy looking at all my desaturated pieces compared to her whjshdjwhd- I love Matrix so much y’all their design is so goshdarn cool 😭😭💖💖💖 FOLLOW CYA RN BECAUSE THEY ATE AND ALWAYS DO‼️‼️🗣️🗣️💯💯💥💥‼️‼️

MORE CYA ART!!! THIS TIME OF FP!LEO HE IS GEN SO SO COOL I HAVE BEEN BRAINING OVER HIM FOREVER AHHHHHH!!! FP LEO FANS RISE UP‼️‼️🗣️🗣️💯💥💥💥‼️‼️ I need to draw him more his design is so freaking awesome Cya cooked so hard when it came to the FP sillies 🥺🥺💖💖💖

NANU INCORRECT QUOTES!!! Specifically from MCAT 😈😈💥💥‼️‼️ Spinning them around in my silly little brain Nature Vs Nurture duo my beloved…

NANU PART 2!!! A very quick doodle whqjdhwkdh I wasn’t gonna post it but gotta share Nanu content with the world 😈😈💥💥‼️‼️‼️

Also uh first attempt at drawing Shadow The Hedgehog (he is sm easier to draw than Sonic it is insane 😭😭😭)

Maybe I’ll do a post it note doodle art dump at some point because I am literally drowning in post it notes it is insane

#rai rambles #my art #art dump #tmnt #sonic

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alive-thanos · 2 months ago

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Ooc did you ever get around to drawing the ret sheets :'3

i was waiting for my poll 2 be done </3 BUT I WIL EVENTUALLY i just. exams comin up ..

#230 x 124 #nam gyu x thanos #thanos squid game #player 124 x player 230 #thanos x nam gyu #squid game s2 #124 x 230 #nam gyu squid game #in character #boyfents

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crashfan03 · 11 months ago

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Ret-2-Go!

This is my first real time drawing Shantae btw lmao

#my art #shantae #wayforward #shantae half genie hero #shantae fanart

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passsacaglia · 2 years ago

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[Description in alt text] oh hey it's meredith! I've needed to draw her for a while now

gotta get these art fight refs ret-2-go

#ocposting #wtsl #meredith

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kudosmyhero · 2 years ago

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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (IDW) #22: City Fall - part 1

Read Date: January 22, 2023 Cover Date: May 2013 ● Writer: Kevin Eastman ◦ Bobby Curnow ◦ Tom Waltz ● Art: Mateus Santolouco ● Colorist: Ronda Pattison ● Letterer: Shawn Lee ● Editor: Bobby Curnow ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● Shredder is back in New York ● Victor, the new leader of the Savate Ninjas, opposes Shredder's authority; other underworld elements are becoming emboldened by this ● they've been raiding the Foot's material shipments (ballsy) ● 1) Kitsune has some long hair; 2) title page spash is beautiful ● cut to Raph and Casey being out and about (I love their bromance so much) ● they're looking through the window of the Skara Brae pub, watching his dad drink. that's so sad. I really relate to Casey here. I wish I couldn't say that I know what it's like to watch a parent drink themself to death, but… I know what it's like to watch a parent drink themself to death ● Raph and Casey head home. they pass an alley, and I see a ninja crouching there… uh oh… ● correction: there are a lot of ninjas ● Casey takes a hard blow and is knocked out

● crap, and they capture Raphael ● they put them each separately into the back of black vans

● Casey's hockey mask is left behind on the ground in the alley ● I don't think I've ever seen Raph so apoplectic. he's barely holding his shit together, and that's only because he's bound and gagged ● Karai is in the back of the van with Raph ● she tells the driver to take them to the docks ● oops, and Raph is loose! ● go Ninja, go Ninja, go! ● looks like he throws himself backwards out of the van's rear doors ● and off a bridge he goes ● Karai isn't happy ● back at the hideout, Donatello and April are talking in front of the computer, Michelangelo is reading, and Splinter and Leonardo are sparring ● a katsugi men can be counteracted by a debana waza. i have a feeling this will come up later ● Donnie is showing April that he's got sensors set up in the church where they're currently living ● Michelangelo: "And don't forget Hob and those stupid Mousers." || Donatello: "No, Mikey--nobody's forgotten them." -- I did. I forgot them. thanks for the reminder, writers! ● now that the security system is in place, Donnie wants to test the ooze that April swiped from StockGen ● something sets off the alarms ● Raph comes in screaming that the Foot have Casey ● (in most adaptations of TMNT, it always looks like Splinter is ancient, wizened, and smaller than the turtles. here, he is older but not very old, he is still hale and strong, and he is taller than the turtles. i like this interpretation!) ● cut to the docks. Karai and Alopex are with Casey. he still looks to be out cold ● Splinter and the turtles get dropped off by April, who they tell to wait in the van with the engine running ● Angel coming out of the Skara Brae catches glimpse of Raphael ● Splinter, Leo, and Raph take rooftop positions; Donnie and Mikey are coming in underwater ● Shredder arrives ● (Alopex is so pretty!) ● Angel finds April in the van, and April gives her the rundown of what's happened ● since Casey is the only reason Angel isn't in jail or dead, she heads to the docks to lend her services in the rescue ● Shredder calls Splinter out; Casey wakes up

● JESUS. Shredder skewers Casey in the gut or chest and drops him to the ground ● oh fuck, that certainly worked in drawing Raphael out… ● the fight is on ● Alopex and Karai have a mission of their own that they're closing in on… ● Splinter is trying to get Raph to control his anger during the fight, but I don't think it's working ● Donatello and Michelangelo surface at the docks, but Shredder had predicted an amphibious assault ("We're reptiles, you doofus!") ● Splinter tells Leo to help Donnie and Mikey while he, Splinter, stays with Raph ● Alopex goes after Leo. Leo shouts for Don and Mike to help Angel with Casey ● they have Casey and start making their retreat ● oh crap--Karai got Leonardo with a dart of some kind ● aaah and Leo's katana is left behind like Casey's mask was ● they need to get Casey to a hospital ● Donatello finally notices that Leo is gone ● but Casey is dying, so they don't have time to look for him ● (omg this issue was amazing! I am totally invested in this storyline) ● 👏👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: The issue begins with the Shredder detailing the Foot Clan's recent battles with the Savate to Kitsune. Shredder states he has a plan to defeat the Savate and their other rivals.

Raphael and Casey Jones are on one of their patrols and are taking a break outside the Skara Brae to check on Casey's dad. Suddenly they are ambushed by Foot Ninja. Their numbers are too great and they are both captured and thrown into the back of a van. Inside the van, Oroku Karai tells Raph that they are on the way to the docks. Raph breaks free and escapes, leaping from the van off a bridge into the East River. Karai is pleased, as that was part of the plan all along.

Back at the Turtles' home in the abandoned church, everyone else is doing their own thing when Raph storms in, explaining what happened to Casey and urging them all to go rescue him. Leonardo stresses the need to exercise caution before rushing into another trap. They arrive at the docks and see Casey on the ground, unconscious, guarded by Karai and Alopex. Donatello and Michelangelo swim towards the docks as Splinter, Leonardo and Raphael watch from a rooftop as the Shredder approaches Casey. Casey's friend Angel Bridge, getting off work, sees April O'Neil sitting in her van waiting on the others and asks her what's going on. April fills her in. The Shredder announces to Splinter and the Turtles that he knows they are watching, raises Casey, now conscious, into the air, and impales him through the stomach with his gauntlet blades, severely wounding him. Raphael immediately charges Shredder, causing a whole legion of Foot ninja to attack. Angel, Donatello and Michelangelo grab Casey while Raph, Leo and Splinter fight the Foot. Once they have Casey in the car, they make to leave but Leonardo is hit with a tranquilizer dart and taken by the Foot. The others, not knowing where Leo is, are forced to leave without him to rush Casey to the hospital.

(https://turtlepedia.fandom.com/wiki/City_Fall,_part_1)

Fan Art: TMNT Sunrise by lorna-ka

Accompanying Podcast: ● Shellheads - episode 46

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