#she has the green hair and spike has the pronouns!!

[monty-glasses-roxy]

i think i have a better name for the special wet floor bot, how about wally? or maybe buzzy?

Wally would make sense if they'd seen Wall.E but that's probably not a Fazbear property. I'm sure all of them would love if if they saw it. Wet Floor Bots are now known as 'our little Wall.Es' I think after that one lmao. Only other Wally I know is the one from Where's Wally? books but I doubt they wouldn't have a Fazbear version of that instead like Where's Helpy? or something

Buzzy is good! The Sidekicks AU one do be buzzing around a lot, hence the Bumblebee part of the name. I chose Spike because of a scene idea I have of Roxy spending some one on one time with them before introducing them to everyone else and giving them one of her spiked bracelets as a collar like hers. I just thought it could be a sweet moment where she names them because of just how much they love those spikes. In order to match naming conventions, she also adds 'Bumblebear' or 'Bumblebee' to it as like a last name sort of how her species is treated as her last name too. It has more meaning with context than without, ya know? Still subject to change though.

I also thought it would be a fun little interaction if Roxy kept throwing pronouns at it until it started responding to the ones it liked the most. I asked my mum what she would assume they were and she immediately called it a he so I'm leaning towards making them a she/her and they/them. Little guy wants to be differentiate itself from all the other ones of its kind!

[a-killer-obsession]

Whoops, you got hit by a bus, and now you're in the world of One Piece. But not everything is quite as you remember it...

General Tags: afab reader, she/her reader pronouns, isekai, monsterfucker reader, vampire!kid, werewolf!killer, wyrm!heat, minotaur!wire, everyone has a human form, smut heavy, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent, serious violence, spoilers for Wano arc, starts pre-timeskip. There will be a lot of more intense kinks, please check AO3 for all current tags.

Chapter 2 - To The Brig With Ye

Step 1: Get Heat on your side.

WC: 4.5k

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You were surprised to wake up at all when you came to, in what you assumed was some sort of infirmary. The room tilted back and forth slightly, so you assumed you must still be on the ship at the very least. Your eyes fluttered open, finding a face suddenly far too close to your own.

“AHH!” you and Heat both shouted at once, the blue haired man scurrying backwards.

“Heat, for fucks sake I told you not to hover in her face like that!” A feminine voice scolded. You groaned as you tried to sit up, seeing a blue haired woman, her hair wild with spikes that looked like horns, a small set of round glasses, and a black dress bearing some sort of stylized cross. House. She was using a pipette to drip some sort of dark red liquid onto your exposed wound, which looked and felt nowhere near as bad as you thought it would, considering how deep the knife had gone. Your confusion was explained away as the red droplets hit your skin and you watched the flesh begin to sew itself closed, but it only brought up more questions in its place. You'd never seen something like that in One Piece, but then again this world was vast and strange, and people did always seem to heal fast here.

“Sorry, one more minute,” House spoke to you, drawing up more crimson into the pipette and dripping it onto the wound, the last sliver of open wound mending itself closed. “Okay, all done.”

“Uh thanks, House right?” You asked her, running your hand over the healed flesh, not even feeling a scar. It was like nothing had happened at all, save for the rouge red drips of whatever she'd used that remained on your skin before she hurriedly wiped it away with a damp cloth.

“Um, yes,” she replied unsurely, looking to Heat for clarity as she removed her latex gloves and threw them in a nearby bin. She'd seen the entire exchange on the deck, nobody had told you her name, and yet you somehow knew it. House didn't have a bounty poster, as the doctor of the Kid Pirates she hardly ever left the ship, so while it was understandable that you knew who the big four were, there shouldn't have been anyway you knew her name. “I'm gonna go let the captain know she's awake,” she addressed Heat, a distinct nervous tone to her voice, before scurrying out of the room, leaving you alone with the tall man, who shifted his weight between his feet awkwardly.

“What's your name?” He asked shyly.

“[Y/n],” you smiled.

“[Y/n]...” he repeated to himself, a slight blush to his cheeks, “Did you mean what you said?”

“What bit?” You rubbed your eyes with the palm of your hand, trying to piece together what had happened between getting hit by a bus and getting stabbed. “Oh, the sex dream stuff? Absolutely, baby” you winked at him, making him blush even more.

“No!” He choked on his breath, hands waving in defence, “I meant- the isekai bit!!”

“Ohhhhhh,” you blinked slowly, “I mean it's my best explanation for what happened. I'm like ninety-nine percent sure I got hit by a bus, and now I'm here. This whole world is supposed to be fictional, if this is just a dream then I shouldn't have been able to feel pain, but I certainly fucking felt it”

“And that's why you knew House's name?” He asked, stepping a little closer to the edge of the bed.

“Oh, it didn't even occur to me that I shouldn't know it,” you hummed, taking a moment to properly observe the room you were in now. It was darkly decorated in blacks and forest greens, the occasional violet pop of colour, none of the usual sterile whites and creams you'd expect of an infirmary, with two oversized beds (likely meant for larger crewmates), one of which you were currently laying in. Each bed had a side table, a table on wheels that fit over the bed, and a small plain chair for visitors. The whole room was almost a semi circle, save for the section missing on one side where you could see a door, likely to a bathroom. The opposite corner along the flat wall held cabinets and a counter, probably filled with medical supplies, with a small desk in front of it, a chair either side likely for doctor and patient. The beds were also along the flat wall, with a door to your left and another door in the centre of the curved wall in front of you, a small, green velvet couch to its left. The anime and manga had never shown the internals of the ship, but the curved walls and round portholes along them made you wonder if you were inside the forecastle, just behind the large dinosaur skull that acted as a figurehead for the ship. Your eyes came back to Heat, who stood next to your bed, waiting expectantly for an answer. “Yeah I mean, she's not really a well known character, but I guess you could say I'm a big Kid Pirates fan, so I remember a few more obscure characters.”

“From… a manga, you said, right?”

“Yeah. You're familiar with the isekai trope?” you didn't feel like explaining that it was an anime too, you weren't even sure if this world had cartoons.

“I am,” he mused, “and I guess weirder things have happened in this world. But we're gonna need proof, and I don't know how I'm gonna convince Kid”

You thought on that for a moment, “I think I can provide proof,” you mused, “has the crew been to Sabaody yet?”

“No, we're close though,” he told you hesitantly, not sure how much information he should reveal while he not so subtly eyed your body; you'd all but forgotten you were naked. You probably should have covered yourself up but it felt like a bit of a too little, too late situation. The whole crew had probably seen your tits at this point, not that it bothered you much. It wouldn't hurt to placate him either, it would be good to know at least one person on the crew had a fondness for you when it came to convincing Kid to keep you alive. If things really went tits up here you could always try your luck with the Straw Hats, but given the timing that would be difficult, you would have to stay on Sabaody for two years before you could try and join them. Maybe Shakky would let you stay with her in the meantime. Your preference though was to stay with the Kid Pirates, your favourite One Piece crew, and usually the subject of your sexy dreams and explicit fanfiction searches.

Heavy footsteps outside caught both of your attentions, Heat taking a few steps back to stand at a more respectful distance as the infirmary door flew open. Unsurprisingly, Kid stomped in, followed by Killer, and Wire, who shut the door behind him. Kid stood at the end of your bed, looking at you discerningly, an angry scowl on his face.

“Talk,” he said plainly.

“Boss, I think I can explain,” Heat told him, “what she said about isekai, I don't think she's from this world”

“The fuck is ‘isekai’” he growled, billowing his cape up so he could sit on the couch without catching it underneath him. Killer and Wire stood at either side of him like guard dogs, unsure of your capabilities, weary given the fact you'd appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the sea without a devil fruit power to get you here. There was no way of telling what powers you had or how you might suddenly use them.

“It's a trope, in manga,” Heat tried to explain, “the protagonist is sent to another world. Usually they die and get reincarnated, or some sort of god sends them there, to a usually fantasy world. I think that's what happened here, she claims she knows us because we're fiction in her world, and that she appeared here after she died in her world. Its a classic isekai premise.”

“Bullshit, she knows us from our bounty posters,” Kid huffed, unconvinced by Heats explanation.

“She knew House's name,” Heat replied. There was a pregnant silence as Kid considered that, his eyes flicking between you and Heat.

“Okay, so she's… from another world. If I chose to believe that,” Kid grumbled, “and she knows us because what? We're a comic book or some shit? They got comic books about the great Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid over there?”

“Well… they're not really about you per say,” you replied delicately, knowing the truth would piss him off.

“Then who the fuck could they be about?” Kid puffed up his chest, “why would they write about anyone other than the future King of Pirates?”

“They're uh… about Monkey D. Luffy…” you replied quietly. “Not that you're not also a very popular character!” You quickly added.

“STRAW HAT?” Kid roared, spooking you as he suddenly stood, “fucking STRAW HAT gets a comic book? Nah, fuck that, put this lying bitch in the brig.”

“Wait! Wait!” You quickly shouted, climbing further up the bed to avoid Killer's reaching hands, “I can prove it! I can tell you what'll happen when you get to Sabaody!”

“Sabaody is weeks out,” Kid huffed, “I ain't waitin’ for your lyin’ ass to be proven wrong so you can sit around in the meantime and find an opening to kill one of us. Devil fruit or no, you were obviously sent here to stop the best competition for finding the One Piece”

“Really? You think someone sent me here naked? Slammed me against the mast, no weapons, no devil fruit, no fighting skills, to kill you?” You rolled your eyes, “I can give you other proof, I can”

“Then fucking give me your proof, mouse,” Kid growled, the bed creaking as he leaned over you, his hands either side of your body. He probably wanted to intimidate you with his large form, but really it only served to make you a little horny.

“Killer wears purple lipstick,” you hurriedly shouted, the first thing that popped into your head as you searched for information only they should know. The room went silent before Kid suddenly wrapped a hand around your throat. He squeezed it threateningly, then he threw you back with a frustrated growl, letting you go as he moved to leave the room. He gave Killer a knowing look before turning back to Heat.

“Chain her in the brig,” Kid hissed, “I don't know where she learned that but I don't fucking trust her. Put her in iron too, there must be some trick, witch or some shit”

There was a flurry of movement as you were again left alone with Heat, Killer sparing you an unreadable look before slamming the infirmary door, clearly angry. You didn't like that you had to expose him like that, even if everyone in the room likely already knew that information, but it was him or you, and you had to act in self defence. Not that it'd helped in the end though either, as Heat apologetically dragged you off the bed and clamped your arms behind your back, wrapping one large hand around both of your small wrists at once to secure you as he led you out of the room.

Eyes followed you silently as you were led across the deck, still naked as the day you were born, revealing you had in fact been in the forecastle. Heat took you directly across to the rear of the ship, opening a door and leading you through a galley. The short view you got of the galley revealed a long room, with a serving window and counter on the left that peeked through to a moderately sized industrial looking kitchen. On the right was some sort of stage at the very end of the room, short stairs on either side leading up to the platform that currently held a long table surrounded by six chairs, a small liquor bar behind it. On the main floor between you and the stage were five long tables, a bench style seat along either side. The walls were decorated in band posters, bounty posters, photos of the crew together, newspaper clippings and all manner of souvenirs pinned to the walls, covering them in what spoke of a crew that acted more like a family, with many happy memories together all memorialised along the dining hall walls.

Heat led you to a staircase at the left of the room, following you down into a hall that was noticeably colder than above, likely due to being particularly below sea level. There was a short hall that split into two longer ones, they looked as though they made a loop around a center set of rooms, the walls lined with doors, no doubt bedrooms and storage rooms. He didn't lead you down either of the long halls, instead taking you to the end of the short one where a steep staircase, practically a ladder, led even further down to the hull of the ship. Heat gave you a little shove forward and you took the hint with a sigh, at least thankful that he'd let go of your wrists now so you could climb down.

You waited patiently at the bottom of the ladder beside a closed door as Heat climbed down after you. He fiddled with a set of keys that hung from his belt, unlocking the door and opening it, beckoning you to pass through. Inside was a series of cells, four in total, with iron bars at their fronts, each with a set of bare bunk beds with thin, stained mattresses, and a metal bucket in the corner, likely in lieu of a toilet. Unexpectedly, each cell was also trimmed in what looked like some sort of ancient symbols written along the floors and walls, a dark rusty colour that made you wonder if they were written in blood. The writing looked like something straight out of a dark fantasy show, with the occasional recognizable pentagram or latin in neat cursive letters. The doors to all four cells were open, seemingly unoccupied, and Heat gestured for you to enter the second, which sat directly across from a small desk, decorated only with a plain wooden chair and simple lamp.

You stood inside the cell, shivering as the air was considerably colder now that you were well under sea level, chilled by the cold ocean around you. The walls and floors offered no warmth, plated in what appeared to be stone, seastone perhaps. The wall behind the desk was lined with hooks holding multiple sets of cuffs in different styles. Heat selected a set of iron cuffs, with only three links between each wrist, and you sighed as you willingly held your hands out for him. There was no point fighting it, and forcing Heat to subdue you would only go against your plans to bring him to your side.

“Sorry about this,” he said softly as he closed the cuffs around your wrists. His hands were so warm against yours, reminding you of your current frigid situation.

“Can I have a blanket or something?” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“I.. I don't know if I'm allowed,” Heat replied, a tint of sadness to his voice.

“Maybe we can trade?” You offered, “I.. I only have my body, but maybe I can give you something in return for a blanket?” Was whoring yourself out a good idea? Probably not, given the circumstances, but you'd freeze to death down here if you didn't at least try. Besides, its not like you didn't want to fuck Heat. At this point you didn't have high hopes for surviving this world, but if you got laid with one of your favs then maybe it'd be at least a tiny bit redeemable.

“A trade?” He raised a brow, “like what?”

“What do you want?” You asked him, using your best sultry voice, experimentally pressing a hand to his chest and running it down slowly, pleasantly surprised when he didn't shy away from you. He shivered at the touch, your skin bare against his as your hand reached the bottom of his corset.

“Fuck, okay,” he growled, looking back at the door to the brig to check he had shut it, “on your knees, for a blanket”

“Yes sir,” you purred, perhaps a little too eager for Heat's dick. You would have traded a blowjob for a corn chip, if you were being honest with yourself. You fell to your knees slowly, trailing your fingertips down his midriff till they caught on the belt of his baggy pants. Raised on your knees, you could barely reach the flesh of his abdomen with your mouth as you hooked your fingers in the metal loops on his belt and used it as leverage to lower his pants, pressing your lips to the newly exposed flesh. He made a sharp exhale as your tongue came out to run over the V that led to his cock, pulling his pants down teasingly slowly and looking up at him with sultry eyes as his hand buried in your hair. Finally his pants lowered enough to expose his cock, long and girthy even at half mast, slightly more bulbous at the end with a set of three piercings along the underside, another at the tip, and a base of blue public hair, slightly darker than the hair on his head. He shivered as the cool air touched his exposed cock, quickly overruled by a groan as you took it in your bound hands and pumped the base, promptly becoming erect from your firm, warm touch.

“You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this,” you purred, pressing your tongue to the tip, playing with the piercing and rolling your tongue over the fat head of his dick. He groaned as you took the end in your mouth, only taking a third of him as you began to bob your head, stroking the rest with your hand as you slowly adjusted and took a little more with each movement.

“Oh fuck, that's good,” Heat groaned, his hold on your hair tightening as you slowly worked towards taking all of his impressive length into your eager mouth, drool starting to drip down your chin as you focused on not gagging, breathing through your nose to suppress your natural urges. Your eyes watered as he started to hit the back of your throat, his hips making small thrusts in time with your movements, trying his best to hold back from just grabbing your skull and face fucking you. He'd been pent up for a while now, with a long stint between islands with working women, and a distinct lack of women in the meantime who were willing to risk their safety to sleep with the tall, stitched up man. By all accounts he looked terrifying to most women, so your willingness to get on your knees was certainly a nice surprise, seemingly having no issue with the way he looked. He felt bad at first for taking advantage of you, but the way you kept eye contact and hollowed your cheeks around his cock told him you wanted this, that the blanket was just an excuse to get in his pants. Really he should be the one feeling used, but he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but euphoric with the divine way your mouth was working his cock.

You paused as your nose hit his pubes, your now idle hands coming up to play with his balls, gagging a little as you swallowed around his cock. “Ohhhh fuck,” Heat groaned, looking down at you with his dick fully burried in your hot wet mouth. “Look at you, taking it like a proper slut, you like that huh? Like having my cock down your throat?”

You pulled off his cock with a pop as your thighs rubbed together in a desperate need for friction, you wouldn't be surprised if you were dripping on the floor at this point from how wet you were. “I'd like it better in my cunt,” you replied, stroking him with both hands, hoping above all that he'd take the bait and fuck you silly.

“Yeah? And what would you want to trade for that, huh?” He growled, wondering what game you were playing to be so willing, questioning whether this really was just a trick.

“One of your blankets,” you purred, running your tongue up the underside of his cock and feeling the piercings roll against it. “I want one that smells like you”

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” Heat replied, genuinely taken aback by your answer. He'd never known a woman to want him that bad, let alone just want something that smelt like him. It was making him feel sparks of something unfamiliar, possessiveness perhaps, fondness definitely.

“Because you're sweet, and you're sexy, you're one of my favourites,” you shrugged, “are you gonna fuck me or not? The stone is hurting my knees and my cunt is fucking dripping”

“Fuck,” Heat huffed, pulling you by your hair to stand and crashing his mouth against yours, groaning as he found you more than willing to return his affections. He walked you backwards until your body was flush with the cell wall, nipping at your bottom lip before he pulled away and spun you to face the wall. You arched your back and stuck your butt out for him, your tits squished against the stone as Heat admired your round ass. He gave it a playful spank, making you whine, before he grabbed handfuls of your ass cheeks and pulled them apart to admire your soaked pussy. “Fuck, you weren't lying, you're really fucking wet”

Unable to resist a taste, he knelt behind you and buried his face in your center, motorboating your cunt, your slick coating his face. He groaned against your pussy as his tongue zeroed in on your clit, making you moan and push back against him. His hands held your ass firmly, squeezing it to keep you in place as he sucked and lapped at your clit, before standing back up, running his tongue over your entrance and asshole as he moved.

“So fucking wet for me, so sweet too,” he groaned, taking his cock in his hand and lining it up with your needy entrance, your hips wiggling as you whined pleadingly. “Hold still, fuck,” you only managed to still for a moment before he pressed in, bullying his tip inside you and stretching your underprepared cunt wide. “Ah fuck, so tight,” he grunted as he slid inside you, bringing one hand to your mouth to clamp over it and muffle your sounds as you began to scream at the stretch.

His fingers slid into your mouth and you sucked them greedily, moaning around them as he bottomed out inside you. “Good girl, fuck, good little slut,” he groaned, giving you only a moment to adjust before he was dragging back out again, leaving only his tip inside you as he slammed back in. His fingers left your mouth so he could hold your hips firmly, fucking you hard and fast with the intention of making you both cum quickly before anyone caught you in the act, his cock heavy against your g-spot and stimulating it deliciously with every hard thrust he made. Your palms were flat against the wall, holding you steady as your body took the brunt of each impact, breasts grazing on the stone wall and drool transfering to the cool surface as Heat fucked you mercilessly.

He pulled you a little away from the wall, your tits now bouncing with every thrust as they hung freely until Heat reached underneath you and grabbed them, pulling you up and holding you with your back flush to his chest, one hand groping your tits still while the other wrapped around your throat, slowly travelling upwards till his fingers were buried in your mouth again, muffling your moans against the wet slapping of his body against yours. His teeth grazed your neck, wishing he could sink his fangs into you as they grew in his mouth, canines extending unbeknownst to you and running over your skin, knowing if he made a mark he would be caught. He was having trouble keeping in control of himself as you sucked on his fingers and your pussy fluttered around his cock, gummy walls clamping down around him as your eyes rolled back and you came on his cock without warning. A creamy ring formed around his base as he kept fucking you hard, chasing his own high now and trying to figure out where would be appropriate to cum.

“Get on your knees again,” he ordered, pulling his fingers from your mouth and withdrawing his throbbing cock from your cunt. You dropped to your knees willingly, opening your mouth invitingly for him with your tongue stuck out. He considered just jerking himself off over your face, painting your pretty fucked out expression with his cum, but worried about your inability to clean yourself off down here, so instead he shoved his cock down your throat, holding your hair with both hands as he began to use you rougher than he intended. You moaned around him at the surprising treatment, eyes streaming with unintentional tears as his cock gagged you with every hard thrust, until he finally stilled with his shaft balls deep in your mouth and you felt the hot cum pouring down your throat, his hands pulling your hair while he grunted. You shivered at the feeling, almost cumming again from it, playing with your oversensitive clit as he unloaded in your mouth. He pulled away slowly, the last drops of cum spilling against your tongue as you licked the tip. He slapped your cheek with his softening cock, giving you an appreciative grin as he slid his finger into your still open mouth and played with your tongue.

“I hope Kid decides not to kill you,” he mused as he helped you to your feet, pinning you against the wall again, his hand running up your thigh and hip till it came to rest at your waist. “Would be a real shame to waste a good set of holes like that”

“Tell him to come try me himself, maybe that'll convince him,” you suggested, “unless you wanna keep me all to yourself”

“Mm, tempting,” he mused, running a thumb over your bottom lip, “I don't mind sharing though, besides, I doubt I could keep you to myself even if I wanted to if one of the others decided they wanted a turn. Maybe we'll make you our ship whore”

“I'm not opposed to that,” you purred. Heat made a huff and started stepping away.

“Fuck, you really are a Kid Pirate fan huh?” He laughed, “I'll get you your blanket, but be a good girl and behave yourself until I can convince Kid to let you go”

“I'll be on my best, naughtiest behaviour,” you winked, shivering a little now that you didn't have his warm body to keep you heated. He frowned as he watched you shiver, realising how much you really did need the blanket.

“I'll find you some clothes too,” he said softly before turning to leave, disappearing before you even had a chance to respond.

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[teojira]

[Together in every universe]

Summary: I'd find him in every universe trope + multiple different Raphaels! (2007,2012,2016,2023)

Word count: 1.7k

Pronouns: She/her

Warnings: None that I can think of! Do let me know if I do have to tag something!

A/N: everything I write is extremely self indulgent but this is MAJORLY so, like Jesus christ can you tell I've been attached to him since I was 6?

"Do you think we're together in every universe, Raph?" You mumble softly, your head resting on his shoulder while he breathes deeply, focused on the bike parts in his hand. 

It's a slow day, everyone really doing their own things in their own little parts of the sewers. Mikey and Donnie are working, Leonardo is meditating with Splinter and April and Casey are wedding planning, occasionally sending messages in the family group chat.

He's not really doing anything much with the parts, long past the point of actually trying to fix it, mostly turning them around in his hand. His senses are more attuned to you than anything.

Raph feels your hair brush against him. He fights back a shiver that tries to go through his entire body. He revels in the warmth your body provides, basking it in while he turns his body more so towards you. He snorts softly at your noise of contempt, rolling his eyes as a small smile appears.

"What's with the corny ass question?" God forbid he ever speaks without being a little bit of a dick, but it's part of his charm.

"Ugh, do you think so or not?" You grumble, lifting a fist up to lightly hit him on his shoulder, readjusting yourself to look directly into his eyes.

One of his hands immediately comes to wrap around your waist, sliding your body upwards to comfortably sit on his lap while his other hand none too gently tosses the parts onto the wheel caddy. Resting more of his weight against the weathered down tattered chair, he uses a foot to gently swing it into gentle circles.

Lifting one hand up, he pushes your head back onto his shoulder, resting his head on yours, and hums with content. You can't help but exhale softly, eyes shutting as you brush your fingers against his plastron, gently rubbing the nicks and scratches all over it.

"We are sugar, no doubt about it." With a soft kiss to your temple, he feels your breath even out against his chest and pulls you in just a bit closer. You've always joked that he wants to crawl into your skin, he has no comment.

If you can hear the churring coming out, you make no mention of it.

The bike can wait.

"Raph! I got some extra stuff for Spike. Can I feed him?" You run into the lair excitedly, footsteps loud as you change directions to get to him fast. As you rush to the dinner table, Raphael sits quietly.

Reading a comic that Leonardo left lying around despite him claiming that it was for 'nerds'. Raph never would admit that he's enjoying it, but he's already halfway through before he knows it.

His head shoots up and he lets out a little snort at seeing you bouncing on your heels, your eyes have a twinkle in them while you shake your dominant hand with some fresh greens for the tiny turtle. You're cute standing there, slightly out of breath, even with the sweat on your forehead beading down.

He's never been one to deny you, not of much anyway. It wasn't a secret that he'd let you get away with more than he'd ever let his brothers. He'd let you cling to him at any point but shove Mikey away at the same time, not caring if it got him teasing. (It was worth it to have any contact with you)

"Mmmm, guess so, since you're so excited about it and all." He shrugs with a single shoulder, trying not to show how excited he was.

You were so sweet to him, for no particular reason, and you loved Spike just like he did. He couldn't help but feel his heart clench. He can feel his cheeks warming, bringing a bandaged hand up to rub at it, trying desperately to will it away. 

"Yes! Come on, let's go! I did research and everything to be extra sure that they are safe for him to eat." Grabbing his hand, you're trying to pull him out of his seat with all your might (he finds it funny to watch you struggle). He lifts himself up slowly, enjoying the contact he lets you drag him to his room and to Spike's enclosure.

He's a little embarrassed at the state of his room, almost wanting to drop your hand so he can clean the mess until he realizes you couldn't care less.

You're still holding his hand tightly when you both sit down at the table that Spike's cage sits on. You pause for a second, hesitantly dropping his bigger hand in favor of reaching down and gently scooping Spike up, bringing him up to your face so you can leave a peck on his little head.

"Hi, baby! How are you?" You coo, gently petting the turtle's shell.

Spike basks in your attention, his little eyes staring at his owner with a smug little face, just screaming, "You wish this were you, huh?"

Raphael just rolls his eyes, and under his breath, he grumbles but nonetheless moves to grab the bag of greens, ripping it open.  Spike's lucky that Raphael loves both of you enough to share.

"Raph, is this really necessary?"

Up and down, up and down. His grip on your legs is starting to hurt. You wouldn't be surprised if you get impressions of his fingers in your skin, complete with the scales as well.

"Yea, now keep countin' for me." He grumbles, readjusting his grip on your body to make it more comfortable for you.

Back through the motions, it seems like you're not getting down anytime soon.

You groan as your hair swishes back and forth with your movement. No doubt, hair becoming undone and seemingly looking like a mess.

What's the said movement from? It's from Raphael using you as a barbell, his shell resting on the bench, he's been at it for the last hour and there's no end in sight.

Leo had tried to come 'save' you about an hour ago but Raph growled at him, so he just threw his hands up and walked off shooting you a look that screamed oh well, I tried.

It wasn't uncommon to see Raphael use you in his workout routines, whether it be lifting you up above him, teaching you how to defend yourself, or just using you as a weight. It was his way of spending time with you, but he'd always scoff and say otherwise. His favorite things in the world consisted of you and his workouts, can you blame a guy for wanting both at the same time?

Up and down, up and down, continuously. Alright, this is getting a bit old.

"Raph, babe, we hit 100, Can we please~" You drag the e out. "Take a break so we can eat?" The whine is apparent in your tone, finally wanting to get off this ride.

His arms get weak for a second, despite a year of dating at this point, he still gets weak when you refer to him with any pet name. He never hears the end of it.

"Who's we? Sounds like you're the one hungry. What's in it for me?" Raph teases after he regains his small loss of composure. He gently brings you down to rest on his chest, letting you move to wherever you see fit while he crosses his arms behind his head.

Raph finds it cute when you shift yourself around, moving to where you're sitting on his waist and using your arms to try and cage him in like he isn't massive and dwarves you in every way shape, and form.

I'll give you kisses if you help me make something~" You coo down at the big turtle, gently brushing your nose against his.

"Alright princess, you drive a hard bargain, let's go." He picks himself up, maneuvering you to be slung over his shoulder as he pats your thigh.

"Raph! Put me down!"

"Mmmm, nah, don't think so shortstack."

Raph's nerves are through the roof, he's never been truly apart from his brothers but now he's in high school and his schedule shows that he won't see Leo, Donnie, or Mikey until lunch and he tries his best to not freak the fuck out. Yes, he saved the world, yes he's arguably the most dangerous of the four, yes he has anger issues but he's still just 15 years old for fucks sake. 

He doesn't know the first thing about making friends, not like Mikey does. Donnie likes his geeky stuff, no doubt finding the anime or K-pop club already and joining, Leo is most definitely following April around so at least he's not alone, having her by his side.

His first period is history, a subject he definitely isn't confident in but he should get it out of the way first. He just has to make it to lunch, just until then.

Raph sighs through his mouth and rolls his shoulders, hyping himself up as he walks on and glances around the room, looking for an empty seat.

It's harder than it looks, with everyone already having their established friend groups and seats already filled in. Nervously, he makes his way to the back rows of desks, spotting a single empty one, and rushes to sit down, dropping his backpack on the floor.

He stares down at his desk, nerves fully engulfing him now as he waits for the bell to ring. Maybe high school was a bad idea? Maybe Sensei had the right idea to keep them underground. He should ask to stay home actually.

Movement out of the corner of his eye and oh. Oh.

There's a girl, staring at him as he mentally combusts. Great, she's pretty too and wow this is getting so much worse.

Raph feels his heart beat faster and faster, looking at her and taking in her features, shamelessly staring back.

 His hands shift in his hoodie pockets cracking his knuckles and making quiet pops. Should he say something? Pay her a compliment? Fuc-

"Hey, you're Raphael right?" She greets him with a quirk on her lips, reaching out her hand in a small fist. A fist bump, he can do that, this is fine.

He finds it in himself to smile back, lifting his own and gently knocking it against hers.

"Yeah, you can call me Raph, what's your name?" He sees your eyes light up, a prettier smile on your face now. You turn your entire body towards his own, uncaring that the bell has finally rung, class starting at any moment.

"I'm [name]! I gotta ask, who's your favorite artist?"

"Is that a joke about my name…?"

"I meant as bands but hey, that works too."

"Oh, in that case, it's for SURE Drake!

The first period wouldn't be that bad anymore, if you happily showing him you Spotify account was anything to go by.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ!

[childofsardior]

What? Iggy's Headcanon from my AU? Here we gooo!

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General Info:

Full name: Ignatius Koopa. Iggy was the very first victim of his mother’s realization that she was giving her children long names that could be easily shortened in popular Human's Dimension musicians. Since she already gave Lemmy and Roy longer names, she continued the trend of searching for something that could be compressed into Iggy to mention Iggy Pop. An old Latin name was the only thing she found. By the way, Iggy doesn't mind. He claims that, in reality, Ignatius sounds perfect for a mad scientist, but he's saving his full name for the time he'll be a famous and acclaimed researcher and inventor.

Gender and pronouns: Pronouns are he/him. He claims that "gender is way too complex to be compressed by a single label and even with a one-year-long accurate explanation about how I'm feeling right now could not bring justice to a person's fluidity during the time". If Lemmy asked him to bring a flag for a hypothetical Mushroom Pride, Iggy would probably take the Agender flag with him, even if it's just an "arid and inaccurate simplification and oversimplified approximation of the Koopas and other sentient creatures' complex nature".

Sexuality: He's aro/ace. Again, Iggy's love for accurate explanations will lead him to claim that, of course, one's sexuality is a lot more complex than a single word and the (potentially fluid) result of a mix of innate and cultural factors, educational background, personal experience(s), and even more. But he actually adopted these labels since he found out they are very convenient to quickly describe his lack of attraction - at least, physical and romantic - towards other people, especially if someone is trying to flirt with him and he's like "Oh no". Despite what his siblings think, tho, he would not refuse the idea of a platonic relationship in the (distant) future... if he'll ever find a genius brain that could match his love for science, of course.

Age: He's currently 16 (in calendar years), sharing his age with Roy and Wendy since their eggs were from the same clutch and hatched just a few hours away from each other. He's the one that hatched in the middle, the day after Roy and the day before Wendy. As Royal Koopas mature faster than Humans and such, Iggy could be compared to a 18/19 y.old Human. Just like Ludwig, tho, Iggy has always been even more precocious, being very intelligent and smart since he was a tiny hatchling - but curiously enough he didn't learn how to speak until 1.5 years old, later than all his siblings.

Species: Tarrasquin (also known as "Royal Koopas" or "Dragon-Turtles") - that happens to be a powerful and rare species related both to Koopas and Dragons. The lack of horns at a young age and the number of spikes on the shell may point to the subspecies known as Plains/Field Tarrasquin, while some other details could suggest a "mix" with the Vulcanic bloodline. In addition, all the Koopalings seem to share an innate inclination toward magic and some other unusual details never found before in Tarrasquins, such as tail feathers or natural armors protecting the limbs, along with peculiar tiny gem-like scales scattered around their bodies in different patterns.

Physical appearance: Iggy is a yellow-scaled Tarrasquin with some green accents scattered around his whole body, especially on his head and limbs. On his shoulders and joints, he got some harder, spikier scales. He has long, straight acid-green hair, and blue eyes with the iris detached from the pupils for an unknown mutation. Iggy's Royal Fangs follows a lateral quartet and curved pattern, a slightly rarer variant of the straight quartet one. Some tiny spikes sprouted recently on the top of his tail. He's the tallest among his siblings, and not only thanks to his usual hairstyle - even his green shell is oval-shaped instead of round. He's also very slim, and he looks quite frail for a dragon-turtle. Iggy is actually the most delicate of the family, talking about his resilience and health, and the fact that his body is incapable of digesting meat in the right way doesn't help it.

Personality: Iggy's known as the mad genius of the Royal Family, acting crazy all the time and all. If you meet him in person for the first time, you'll probably agree with the rumors. He often talks by himself, laughs crazily even during dangerous situations, and will always tell you what he's honestly thinking without even pondering his words. He's also easily excited and tends to act hyperactively while he's among other people, while sometimes becoming extremely annoying and even childish when he's hanging out with his siblings. But Iggy's crazed facade is just one side of the coin of his whole personality. He mostly adopts (unconsciously) his extremely mad behavior when he finds himself in new social situations, or between his whole bunch of siblings as a sort of coping mechanism to fight an overwhelming social anxiety. In his comfort zone - usually shared with Lemmy - he'll show a more tranquil and nerdy side, full of curiosity and random facts about whatever he's researching this month. He's also extremely clever and intelligent, mostly in a scientific and inventive way - always thinking about his next projects and mechanical inventions - but somehow a bit naive and usually not very wise. At the same time, he can't really understand most of the things that do not fall into his interests - he can't understand sports, he can't understand politics, he can't understand why Wendy likes so much spending hours at SPAs receiving massages from strangers?? - and nobody can really insult or joke with him, Iggy just won't acknowledge why you're trying to offend him, and will just laugh in response. On the other hand, he actually likes to joke by himself or about his rivals, and even insult his opponents in his own way, leading his siblings to believe he just pretends to not understand how irony works. Most of the time, you will find Iggy content about his next great idea, or way too busy working on his next super-duper-cool machine to worry about life at all, but from time to time even the most clever of the family gets blue. Sometimes he just feels lonely, especially during these days in which he suddenly finds it hard to communicate with others - and he will probably spend them working alone in his labs, talking to himself or even in a deep, thinking silence. He also strongly dislikes being touched without warning, an exception made only for Lemmy, and some days he will just... need a pause from social overstimulation. All of this usually leads to Iggy being one of the most reclusive brothers in the group. In these cases, he prefers to spend time with the weirdest insects in his terrariums or with his Chain Chomp pet instead of being around people. Last but not least, Iggy can usually manage his stress and anxiety when it's about people - he will just go somewhere more comfortable and quiet, be that his room or a lonely tower - but something that really breaks him down is losing or breaking his eyeglasses. It's probably one of the only times you can see him really panic or even cry in fear with wet eyes if that happens during a fight or at a bad moment in general.

Hobbies and passions: Iggy's passions are just a few, but he's extremely dedicated (and hyperfixed) about them. Mechanical arts, absurd weaponry and machines, and futuristic inventions are the first things he's usually focused on, but he loves doing his own research about uncommon flora and faunas, cataloging new animals and plants in his book and PCs. He even "collects" some of them in terrariums and pots, occasionally experimenting with some of his bugs' poison or some weird plant's leaves and lymph. He's also very into videogames since he could put his hands on one, and he's currently the second-best hardcore player of the whole house, just after Ludwig - but recently, Iggy's slowly overcoming him. It's not rare for the two "house geniuses" to compete or even resolve a conflict with a serious match of "Super Smash Siblings", and Iggy is the first one his siblings will ask for help to complete a hard level - since nobody wants to ask Ludwig for help unless it's the only solution left. Aside from video gaming only, Iggy's quite into programming, modding and even hacking. He usually assembles his own and his siblings' PCs and will crack all the games Larry wants in his free time, and while he's not programming some new AI for his latest robotic experiment, he will also spend some decent time on obscure science-related sub-Red.dot, as well on specific sites such as digibutter.nerr, talking with other nerds all around the world exchanging info and nerdy hacks.

Relationships:

With his siblings: Iggy can prove to be a very annoying company, and this is why not all of his sibs like to hang out with him, especially among the older. His younger brothers, instead, are often looking for him for help, to request him some new inventions or hack for their Swiitch or even to ask him to get some new movies and videogames in not-so-legal-ways. His very best pal is Lemmy and they often spend lots and lots of time together, but Iggy has a good relationship with Junior, Larry and Morton, too.

Now, for each relationship with the siblings:

Ludwig: They are rivals, always contending for the title of the real "family genius". But while Iggy just casually claims to be clever and able to do some cool stuff, Ludwig is extremely convinced of his own words and will get quite jealous when Iggy surpasses him - so it's more a very serious rivalry only from Ludwig's POV, while Iggy would be cool about the statement "there are two big-brained Koopas in this house" (three, if you count Wendy in it, but she doesn't have time for this childish type of squabbles). But even if Ludwig doesn't want to admit it, Iggy was the one who inspired him to discover some interest in projecting blueprints for his own war machines and such, and they do work together from time to time when the necessity asks for both points of view. Iggy is also the only one in the family that calls his blue-shelled brother"Luddy", and Ludwig hates it.

Lemmy:  Saying that Iggy and Lemmy are best friends would be reductive. They are basically twin-coded (even if Lemmy is a year and half older than Iggy) and probably the two form the strongest bond inside the whole bunch of Royal Koopa siblings. Since they were hatchlings they spent most of their time together. As kids they played together all day, they started to prank others together, they went on "adventures" together... they even tried out various dye colors for their hair together, always trying to match, and until puberty, they were both short enough to be easily mistaken for actual twins at a first glance - except made for Iggy's need for eyeglasses. Then, things started to change a bit. Iggy's growth sprout surprised everyone, and put a big difference between him and Lemmy's absurd shortness; at a certain point, Iggy started to look for his own identity, stopped dyeing his hair and looked for a peculiar hairstyle instead. Their passions differentiated a lot during their teen years, leaving both siblings with less to share. But even if Lemmy was (and secretly still is) afraid of this at first, in the end their bond didn't weaken. They are still both a little weird in their own ways, and they both follow their interests without caring about what others could think of them. They constantly support each other to the point they can finish each other's sentences, and they also confide only to each other. Iggy is actually a good listener to Lemmy's concerns, knowing them so well, and vice-versa. They would end up being the type of siblings that will just go to live together reaching adulthood... if it wasn't for Lemmy's visceral intolerance for the jungle's humidity and Iggy's impossibility of tolerating very cold climates.

Roy: Iggy is a bit afraid of Roy. Being the frail, nerdy one, Iggy has been an easy target for the family's pink-headed bully since he was a kid. If something in Iggy's inventions goes wrong during a mission, Roy will just beat him up without questions out of anger. They do not interact much, and the green-shelled Royal Koopa tries to simply avoid his one-day-older brother when he can.

Wendy: As with Roy, Iggy and Wendy do not interact much, unless forced by the circumstances. Roy and Wendy acting as twins since they were newborns and excluding him on purpose doesn't help. Wendy finds Iggy too frivolous and weird for her liking, and Iggy doesn't understand any of Wendy's hobbies, passions and tastes in general. Wendy would spend all her savings on new clothing and accessories...? "Why would you need them? We are dragon-turtles, not Humans! We do not *need* clothing!" Wendy would spend a whole day at her favorite SPA, letting strangers touch her with massages, wearing weird masks made of food and even taking Mud Baths?? "Is she crazy? Why would anyone like to be touched or even "beaten" on purpose? And wasn't she the super-clean one that hated dirt in all its form??" On the brighter side, Wendy, as opposed to Roy, never bullied Iggy for his behaviors when he was younger.

Morton: The two spend some nice time together, especially since Iggy started his "let's teach grammar and spelling to our big, dark-scaled bro!". Iggy's the only one who is actively trying to help Morton with his speech issue, and every week they are learning new conjunctions, verbs and words - Iggy's ultimate goal is to prove to his other siblings that Morton is not "just a dumb head" as they sometimes claim - even if they are not doing too much progresses by now. Iggy also allows Morton to keep him company during field research and asks for his help from time to time when he needs to assemble big and heavy pieces, counting on Morton's innate strength. Morton is also allowed to assist him during his "I need some silence, please" working moments, as long as he stays silent. Iggy is also trying to teach him how to catalog weird rocks, but Morton just seems to enjoy the pure act of collecting them and putting them in nice places around his room.

Larry: Iggy and Larry have a decent relationship overhaul. Larry LOVES Iggy, especially when he needs something. Iggy feels quite proud of it, feeling a bit like Ludwig in "big, responsible bro mode". They usually spend time playing videogames together or thinking about unofficial mods to apply to the boring Mushroom Kingdom's videogames (for example, modding their own stylized models in the game to be able to play as themselves instead of as a boring plumber in some popular platforms). Aside from that, Larry and Iggy's other interests don't match much, but Iggy is one of the few who can tolerate the younger for the most time.

Bowser Junior: The two have a good relationship, mostly because Junior loves Iggy's crazy "Bahahaha!"-style laugh and most of all his inventions - the Koopa Heir is even approaching the absurd world of (fantasy) mechanic thanks to Iggy, and is trying to learn how to do some projects himself. He always asks Iggy for some new upgrades to his Junior Clown Car, new pirated Swiitch games (when King Bowser refuses to buy him more), new cool toys (such as the Mechakoopas, that Iggy originally created as toys for tiny Larry and Junior) and some times even for super giant mecha to use against the annoying Mario Brothers. Iggy is also surprisingly protective of Bowser Junior when they are on missions together, maybe because the youngest of the family unconsciously remembers Iggy when he was small and frail himself, in need of Lemmy's protection.

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With King Bowser: Iggy has a decent relationship with his adoptive father and King of the Koopas. He *does* see him as a parental figure, even if he doesn't often agree with his plans and can't really understand the way the King reasons. Bowser will frequently ask Iggy to create new anti-Mario weapons, for Iggy's pleasure, but aside from that the two don't interact very much - especially since Iggy is extremely honest with his opinions and Bowser doesn't really like when someone is questioning his Royal Authority. Iggy is also (currently) the only one who likes to jokingly call Bowser "daddy" or "royal daddy", something everyone in the family dislikes a lot.

With his Mother (OC): During the years the siblings used to live with their mother, Iggy was the curious boy of the house. He was always finding new things to show his mother, from funny-shaped leaves to colorful feathers to new books full of dinosaurs. He was a bit reclusive and shy too as a child, and their mother had to step in and protect him from Roy's arrogance or after a fight with Ludwig, a role that Lemmy took themselves when they started to be old enough. Being his mother and Iggy both a bit autistic and filled with social anxiety, too, they could easily understand each other about how stressful it was to stay among strangers and how stressful overstimulation could get.

With Charlie (his Chain Chomp): Iggy has a Chain Chomp pet named "Charlie". It is not the first one he gets, but it's actually the first one he is being responsible for. When he was younger, he had other Chain Chomp pets (he really likes them) but was too childish and irresponsible to properly take care of them, usually leading to the poor magical creatures to run away at some point. In recent years, tho, he's getting better at pet-sitting and caring, and Charlie seems grateful for that: he's probably the happier, more satisfied, polished, well-fed Chain Chomp of the whole Kingdom, and it's extremely loyal to Iggy - and Iggy only. Charlie would bite anyone that gets too close, except for Lemmy whom it now trusts enough to let him ride its back from time to time.

With the Mario Bros., Princess Peach and Mushroom Kingdom: Iggy doesn't really care about conquering, but he is very much interested in studying native creatures and plants of each Kingdom. During peacetime, he would gladly attend some nerd conventions in the Mushroom Kingdom, and he would literally love to meet Professor E.Gadd in person... if the Princess didn't blacklist him from entering the borders as she did with almost all the Royal Family and the Koopa Troop. Now Iggy would need to request a special permit weeks in advance with a lot of boring bureaucracy to fill and a valid motive to stay in the Kingdom for two days maximum, so... he doesn't really like the Princess for this reason. While with the Mario Bros., Iggy would usually be excited to see them - they are, after all, perfect punching balls for his newest battle machines, and his Chain Chomp loves running after them - but he actually dislikes them a lot since they broke his glasses once years ago, during one of their first fights.

Peculiarities & co.

Right-Handed: Iggy is naturally right-handed. Looking at Ludwig's confidence in using both hands for a long time, he tried to train himself to use his left hand as well, for a while... but then he just gave up, finding it too hard and tedious.

Senses: Iggy's biggest weakness, physically speaking, is probably related to his poor sight. Without his special glasses, he is almost blind - he hatched with a severe visual impairment and during his first years of life it just went worse. When he was around 3, his mother was lucky enough to meet a Magikoopa glassmaker who worked with special lenses and Iggy was able to see decently for the first time in his life. When he was later adopted at the castle, the royal eye doctor took him under his supervision. When Iggy was around 10, he started working on his own, personalized pair of eyeglasses, mixing actual glassmaking science with some Magikoopa's cultural knowledge and a tiny bit of adaptive magic to create the "Perfect Iggy's Glasses" (after a lot of trials and fails and prototypes); his last version mixes the best glass from the Sand Kingdom with some strengthen magic from the Red Robes' Magikoopa Order to make them unbreakable... after the various incidents during the years.

Autism: Iggy falls under the autism spectrum, with many traits close to IRL Asperger Syndrome to be more precise - (NOTE: I am sure a "SMB world" equivalent exists with a nicer name, I just don't know one yet-). To be honest, Iggy always suspected it way before being actually diagnosed with it by the Castle's doctors. He's mostly fine with it, accepting his autistic traits as part of his own uniqueness - and, if you ask him, as a part of his genius, too - but sometimes he would gladly take a break from it... especially when overwhelmed by too much noise or when stressed by social interactions. Iggy is also very much convinced that almost everyone in his family has some (sometimes prominent) autistic traits, but the others are not so willing to take tests or talk with doctors to find out, so we will probably never know for sure.

Vegetarian: Iggy is MOSTLY vegetarian. Not by choice, but thanks to his body being very bad at processing meat, for some reasons. "Mostly", because he actually *could* eat very small amounts of meat/fish from time to time without getting sick, but it happens so rarely that he usually even forgets about it. Luckily for him, he loves all types of vegetables, eats lots of fruit and likes eggs A LOT (probably his favorite meal after carrots and turnips); not very fond of dairy products, but he eats them during the week, and will probably only eat vegetables and fruit related cakes. Will also try to get as much protein as he can from legumes, but since Tarrasquins are considered mainly carnivores, he often needs nutritional supplements.

Fire: All the Koopalings have a peculiar "fire"; when fire-breathing, they all will breathe fire of the same color as their shells. Iggy's fire is currently the weakest of the whole family, but it tends to create a lot of green, urticant smoke that makes it hard to see. It's not too useful in actual fights, but can work as a great distraction in need of a quick escape from a bad situation.

Random Facts:

He's a germophobe, and will sanitize his tools, hands and workspace every time he starts and finishes working in his labs.

Iggy is not having a *real* shower in almost 3.5 years. Instead, he perfectly polishes himself from any type of dirt using his own invention, the "Sonic Shower Sound Waver Filth Remover". He also uses a special gel made by himself to treat and keep his hair up every morning.

Iggy doesn't have many friends, especially IRL. But he sometimes finds himself in a group chat or nerdy forums with the same people for enough time, and he'll start addressing them as his "online pals" or "online weirdos".

One of his "online weirdos" is a guy named Francis and obsessed with butterflies. They never saw each other in person nor via webcam, but Francis claims he's a Chameleon and has the hugest collections of comics, manga, action figures, and video games of all his other nerdy pals, probably of his whole dimension, too. 

One day Iggy and Larry decided to create a videogame together with an easy game maker on PC. Larry wanted to be the protagonist, but couldn't decide about a genre for the game. It ended up looking like a horror-action-but-also-dating-sim game with a cooler and older version of Larry fighting horrible un-deads while also trying to flirt with the cute ones. It was meant as an inside joke between the two brothers and they got bored after three days. One year later, tho, Iggy secretly started to work on it again out of boredom and actually finished "developing" it, even publishing it on an obscure forum of free-to-play games. It now exists in the world under the name of "Larry Koopa: Zombie Heartbreaker".

Francis, Iggy's Chameleon online pal, is the only person who completed said game 100%. Iggy sent him an exclusive physical copy as a joke after learning about this.

Larry won't like finding out his game has been "published" without his consent - and most of all, for free. He will force Iggy to work on a sequel with an even cooler and adult version of Larry as the protagonist in the future, known as "Larry Koopa the Heartbreaker and The Revenge of the Dry Bones Queen". They will get royalties from that one, this time.

Some years ago Iggy started gifting tiny plants for every birthday he attends - usually, his siblings'. They can be flowers, succulent plants, carnivorous plants and even the equivalent of the SMB world of... weed (probably, some tiny variant of Wonder Flowers... we'll call it "Wonder Weed" lel) - but the vulcanic climate and his siblings' negligence will let the poor plants dry in a few days. Roy is the only one who is still happily cultivating his tiny Wonder Weed pots after three years.

Recently Iggy found out about TTRPG games; he tried to involve his sibs in it, convincing Lemmy and Ludwig at first, Roy after a while and Larry just recently. Iggy is currently mastering his first campaign of Thousand Years & Doors, with a party made of Ludwig (High Elf, Wizard), Lemmy (Firbolg, Druid), Roy (Half-Orc, Barbarian) and Larry (Dragonborn, Bard). Junior wants to play with them but knowing his bratty attitude they send him away claiming the game is for "Larry's age and up" only. 

Despite this, they are regretting letting Larry play, too. He's the classic "I only use Vicious Mockery! I'll destroy all my enemies INSULTING their parents and siblings and cousins in a *magical" way! Can I try to open the door exploding it with a bad joke?". Iggy is at least grateful that Larry is still too young, naive and not very into *adult jokes* yet, because as a deeply asexual Game Master he couldn't bear the even more stereotypical.... "18+ annoying bard attitude" (if you know a bit of IRL D&D classes stereotypes, you got what I mean.)

One of Iggy's biggest pet peeves revolves around "adult *spicy* jokes", especially when too explicit. He can't stand them. He hates them with all his heart and spirit. He just cringes so much hearing them that he would prefer sinking into the ground and disappearing instead.

He doesn't like bunnies much - herbivorous animals in general make him nervous, especially small ones. Maybe this is due to Roy always joking about Iggy looking like a carrot and that he could be in serious danger among a rabbit warren…

He's probably the only one in the family who, despite his name and all, can't sing or play any instrument. Ludwig could play a whole orchestra by himself and even more, Lemmy can play the electric guitar & bass, Roy can play the drums and the violin, Wendy can sing and loves to, Morton can kinda play the bass drum and has perfect timing with the triangle, Larry is learning how to play the electric keyboard and the Otamatone and is quite good at mixing and remixing music from his PC... and even Junior is starting to learn something about the transverse flute and the piano.

Once, Iggy tried to work on his own AI that could "create" music for him, of course using others' works as a "base" to train it. His siblings - especially Ludwig - basically threatened Iggy of unaliving him in response. "Go on. Try to put my music inside that bot. Then you'll enjoy eternity as a Dry Iggy, I can assure you". -Lud 

Rumors say that Iggy can instead dance quite well (in his own unique style), and even perform a perfect moonwalk. But nobody knows for sure...

His IQ score beats Ludwig's by a few points. Iggy is extremely satisfied by it, while Ludwig is trying to forget this information every day of his life.

When he was a kid, he created a "Time Machine" way before Professor E.Gadd himself. Iggy really wanted to see dinosaurs, and traveled "back in time" to observe them in their natural habitat. Then one way during his dino-watching, a random dude dressed with modern clothing passed by selling some "Yoshi-to-Fungi" dictionary, and Iggy understood that his "Time Machine" was actually working as a "quite normal, quite boring" teleporter to the Dinosaur Islands instead.

Bowser seized the opportunity using the fast-travel to get his army there, trying to conquest the Islands. But Mario was having a vacantion there and... it... didn't end well.

[gay-little-axolotl]

my designs for the sillies!!

elaboration on the designs + some hcs under the cut (it’s a long one folks!)

Ocean: she/her, lesbian, aroace-spec; her hair is naturally a Fucking Curly Mess, so she straightens it out, sprays it, and uses a headband and hair-clips; Ocean always has a pencil behind her ear in case she needs to write something down, but she always forgets she put it there; she has a coat on her waist because a long-sleeved shirt and a vest is not enough. she must not feel an ounce of cold.

Noel: he/she/they, bigender, gay; his hair is also a Fucking Curly Mess so he just puts some gel on and prays to satan it works; Noel tries to tone it down like his mother told him so he doesn’t wear pride merch to school or anything, but he does wear black earrings and black nail polish

Mischa: he/him, bisexual; I basically tried to make him look like the type of person my mom would point at in the street and go “that’s what satan does to a person!!”; Mischa constantly looks like he’s been hit by a bus, he says it’s because he gets into fights, but he’s just a fucking wreck; backwards hat, bi pin and star of David pin because I saw @lemon69lol’s post and have decided that Jewish Mischa is canon now; Ukrainian flag phone case!!; Ricky bought him these BRIGHT neon green crocs for his 18th birthday and he wears it every day (Noel wants to shred those fucking crocs);

Ricky/Savannah: any pronouns + neos, genderfluid, bisexual, demiromantic?; I gave them the neon space cat headphones and crutches as always, but I added spikes to the crutches so my guy can kick some ableist ass, and an AAC device because of an art post THAT I CAN’T FIND! if someone has that one drawing of Ricky with an AAC device strapped to his crutch tell me because I want to give credit to the artist but I CAN’T; genderfluid + any pronouns pin; shoes that aren’t matching and a dress over pants because fuck the dress-code

Jane Doe: she/they/it/doll, unlabeled; I have no idea where this design came from but, Jane with X eyes, I guess; I think I was originally basing her off of Spinel but fuck, what do I know?; doll is based on my Emilia Jane Doe

Constance: she/they, demi-girl, sapphic; I tried to make her hair resemble Trinity Constance because I ADORE their Constance!; hoop earrings and braces because I said so; rainbow socks because she’s fuckin’ queer; colorful band-aids for reasons I will not be telling you, sorry

uniform insp

[bleeding-hart]

visuals for the marauders

putting this here so I have a reference later when I'm actually writing and posting the fanfic (rn I just have a good chunk plotted out and some scenes in my brain). Also including their pronouns so it makes a little more sense. For their clothing, it's just their choices when they don't have to wear the school uniform (I hate the uniform deeply imo no one looks as hot in robes). I am taking artistic license with their designs bc I can make them look better than their canon designs do easily. If I said something contradicting these earlier, ignore it, I've got shit memory and adhd.

Sirius (he/they/she): long hair, one of those really queer nonbinary bun type things? She wears half goth half casual punk clothing stuff (like fishnet shirts under sleeveless black hoodies/ corsets with leather band jackets, etc. Definitely a spikey black boots/spiked collar type person). Decently pale skin and really dark blueish eyes, like the night sky right before it fades to black or the sea during a thunderstorm. They do their own piercings which has given them more than one infection, but he does have some successful ones (nose bridge, eyebrow, lots of ear stuff, and snakebites). Remus will insist to do it for them if he knows that she has a new idea, and he's significantly safer about them.

Remus (he/they? He/him? Somewhat cis but has a complicated relationship with gender): short golden brown hair that's in a barely noticeably mullet style. Nostril piercing (Sirius said it would look good on him so he did it). Warm-toned light brown skin with a lot of freckles that you generally can't see, dark amber eyes. Dresses for comfort over style, which usually means t-shirts, sweatpants and beat up old sneakers. Their only very noticeable scar on their face is one over their lips and chin. They have more, but the others are more skin toned.

Peter (he/they, sometimes it): generally very cute, light skin with some freckles and messy wavy blonde hair, pale sky blue eyes. Sirius is trying to convince him to let them give him snakebites but he's very on the fence about it (he barely even wears makeup so he isn't the most adventurous about that stuff). Thick/long lashes. Tends to wear muted neutral colors. The only jewelery that he's consistent about is a leather bracelet he always has on his left wrist. Tries to not be visually noticeable, tends to hang around the back of the friend group and let the others get all the attention.

James (he/him probably): longer curly/wavy dark brown queer mullet (tboy energy) and warm brown skin. Dark golden toned brown eyes. People tend to think he and Remus are cousins or something which he thinks is really funny (he's definitely turned around and started making out with him for as a bit when someone asks them if they're related). Usually wears brown dyed or bleached jeans and reddish-brown/brown/green-brown/yellow t shirts and tops for the cohesive and effortless energy. Paints his nails bright colors whenever he can as a contrast to Sirius's chronically flaking black nail polish. Has his lobes pierced but usually just wears gold studs. Wears gold bands around his biceps so he can flex when he wins a quiddich (<- I did not check how to spell that, you know what I mean) match

Regulus (he/him): he prefers to wear more formal clothing because that's what he was raised doing and the layers help him cover up any raised areas on his binder, but when that isn't an option/he's too depressed to do anything fancy, he wears black hoodies that are significantly too large for him (barty or evan's usually). Makeup tends to give hm dysphoria, but he always fills in his eyebrows and he'll put eyeliner on his waterline when he's going to an actual event. He pierced his tongue as an act of rebellion when he was younger and now he just fidgets with it a lot, other than that he just has his lobes done (he got them as a newborn) and he always leaves them empty in hopes that they'll seal up.

I know what the others look like but this is long enough as is haha

[polyonymousboy]

Mine: 1

A/N: HI guys! This is my first time posting a fic of any kind! I hope you enjoy it. Y/N is a Slytherin, Y/N uses He/They/She pronouns Y/N is AFAB (Assigned Female At Birth)

Summary: Y/N and Mattheo have been hooking when they see each other at parties, this party goes differently.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, sexual themes, and angst.

Word count: 1,175.

[Name] walks into the party in the Room of Requirement, the room looks how it usually did on a Saturday night party; trashed, a bar with all kinds of alcohol to mix together. The room was dark, despite the flashing purple, green, and white strobe lights that moved different directions and flashed different times to the songs. [Name] is only there for one thing, really. Mattheo Riddle. She spotted him with his regulars. Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Draco Malfoy. They’re talking, passing a joint on a couch. Through the beaming lights [Name] made eye contact with Mattheo. He takes a rip of the joint, the boy with black curly hair then opens his mouth, letting the smoke almost escape before sucking it back in. It’s… sickeningly hot.

[Name] walks to the bar, asking the bartender for a Glasgow Punch. Turning his back from the other Slytherin. Though, Mattheo didn’t waver, taking in what he could see. He looked to have on a mini dress, black velvet, black lace trim on the bottom. The dress was so tight to where there was hardly anything to hide. The stockings look like hell to take off and put back on. They are terribly distressed, not hiding much of the skin that seemed to shine through them. His thoughts ran right to their first night together. 

~

“Fuck,” [Name] said, breathily. Their hands found home in Mattheo’s curly locs, kissing their neck, as he was feeling up and down her thighs, pushing the same very black mini dress up. Their lips locked together, [name]’s legs wrapping around Mattheo’s waist. 

~

“Hey, mate, you ok?” Theodore awakened Mattheo from the trance. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Mattheo quibbed. 

[Name] sat at the bar, contemplating what to do at said party, it didn’t seem fun without their always reluctant friend, [Friend name]. He looks around, trying to find something, or someone, to take their mind off of everything. The ghost of Mattheo’s delicate hands roaming his body. He was snapped out of it when he felt someone pick them up off their seat, and set them down. 

“What the bloody hell…” [Name] was turning to see a boy in a suit. He slowly tilted his head up to see the face of Cedric Diggory. Who has a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“I see you’re here alone,” Cedric took a step back, making space between the two. 

“Yeah, [Friend name]  wanted to study for an astronomy test,” Spike says, slightly glaring at the taller boy. He went to take his seat back, offering Cedric to sit next to him. He took the offer. 

“I noticed you’re early,” Cedric comments, looking at the options for a drink, taking quick glances at Spike. 

“Yeah, thought I would be early for a change,” [Name] looked back to where Mattheo was sitting with his friends. Trying to get out of an awkward conversation with a drunk Cedric. Oh, but Mattheo was watching the whole thing. Once their eyes met, Mattheo knew. 

[Name] turns to see Cedric smirking at them, a sort of look in his eyes that had no pure intentions, “You wanna dance?” 

“Uhm..” [Name] started to look around the room, wanting to find an escape through someone, alas, no one close enough. 

“‘Uhm’ isn’t an answer,” He looks [Name] in the eyes, while he takes a swig of his pint. 

“Merlin, help me,” [Name] whispered under their breath, putting on a fake smile, “Yeah, we can dance.” [Name] instantly regretted that. Cedric chugged his drink, and pulled [Name] off of the stool. 

“Party Monster” by The Weeknd starts to boom over the crowd. [Name]s heart raced. “This isn’t right. I can’t do this. I don’t want this. What the hell am I doing?” [Name] frantically thought, desperately looking for a way out of this predicament she got themself into. Right when he looked forward, he saw Mattheo, blocking Cedric’s way. “Oh merlin,” [Name] almost sighs in relief, when Mattheo snatches you out of Cedric's grip. 

While Mattheo, almost harshly, tugged [Name] through the crowd of dancing people. The energy that radiated off of him intimidated [Name]. At that moment they knew [Friend Name] wouldn’t have approved. [Name] couldn’t help but be scared about what might happen when they get out of the Room of Requirement. Once they got out they walked in silence to the Slytherin common room, at a slower pace. All [Name] could do was think about what would happen, what could happen, what he would say, or do.

“Do you like him?” Mattheo spat, breaking the silence, lighting a cigarette. [Name] looked at him in shock. As if the two of them weren’t hooking up almost every party they saw each other at. “I- why would you think that? We’ve been hooking up almost every party we see each other at, and yet you have the audacity to assume that I like my friend?!” [Name] grew angrier at the end of her sentence, making the two stop in their tracks. Mattheo turned around, looking [Name] in the eyes, “Well, you accepted the offer to dance. Didn’t you?” [Name] looks at him in disbelief and laughs, “Do you really think I wanted to dance with anyone else other than you at any of the other parties, including this one?! Merlin, Mattheo,” [Name] begins to pinch his nose bridge. “Do you really think I came to this party without [Friend Name], my best friend, just to get shit-faced, dance with a couple of guys, and then get railed?!” All Mattheo did was turn around to keep stalking to the Slytherin common room. 

[Name] scoffs, starting towards the fuming boy. Once they got to the common room, [Name] had so much, yet could only say so little, “You- I- How?” [Name] is interrupted by Mattheo, “You’re mine. Got that? No one else's.” Spike’s eyes widen and his gaze shifts to a look of incredulity, trying to process what was just said to him. “... Yours? Yours? You call me yours, Riddle, yet I can watch you snog a girl in the Three Broomsticks, acting like we didn’t sleep with each other two nights before that. You call me yours, yet you let any girl come and sit in your lap at parties. You- you know what?! If I’m really yours, then you should convince me from going back to that party, and getting with Diggory, just to spite you,” [Name] inched closer throughout the whole thing, shoving Mattheo back, with his pointer finger, to enunciate his irritability. 

[Name] exited the Slytherin common room, leaving Mattheo. Instead of heading back to the party, [Name] went to find his best friend. He looked in the Astronomy tower first, spotting [Friend Name], from the silhouette with [hair color], a mess. The tears that had blurred their vision the whole walk from part of the lowest castle, to the highest, their nose sniffling, breaking the silence. [Friend Name] turns, and sees [Name], distraught. Standing up, and going to their friend, “What happened?” 

A/N: I hope you guys like it 😭

[froggy-anon]

Luci "Eclipse" Medici-Vega - intro

Basics:

Name: mw2 and b4: Luciana Vega, after mw2: Lucifer Medici-Vega Callsign: Shadow 0-6, Shadow Alfa, Eclipse Birth: spring of 2000 Sexuality/gender: bisexulal, nonbinary afab/ transmasc (later) Pronouns: they/them, they/him (later) Rank: Shadow Company Cyber Defense Division member, DOD operative Status: Alive, WIA Nature: Gifted human Affiliations:CIA, DPA, Task Force 141, Shadow Company, Konni Group (formerly), KorTec, Armistice- Allegiance Eyes colour: Amber green, physiological anisocoria Hair colour: Butterscotch a2 Nationality: Russian, Lithuanian, American Ethnicity: Baltic, Slavic Height: 1,7m Marks: anisocoria, scar on the palm of their left hand, 5 stab scars on their neck, 2 scars on their face, various self-harm scars on their body, prosthetic pinky and ring fingers of their left hand (post mw3) Languages: American English, Lithuanian, Italian Preferred weapons: push dagger, throwing spikes, SAKIN MG38, P890, Renetti Timeline: Beyond Two Souls AU! Modern Warfare Reboot Timeline Likes: their girlfriend, animals, science fiction books, ice skating, John Price, their step-brother, colour purple, living in a cottage, indie rock and alternative music, Soap’s pranks, Shadow 3-1, out-of-country missions, playing piano Dislikes: people speaking too loud, cishet men, TERFs, being told what to do, black ink pens, high-pitched noises (she has tinnitus), Velikan, meeting new people, crowded spaces, falling asleep, microfiber cloth Relatives: srg. Noelle Graves Vega (partner), Ethan Medici (adoptive father), [...]

Background: UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Personality: UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Trivia:

They're my self-insert basically so they're similar to my other on Ether from The Boys AU whose intro and art I'm working on. Also I made a whole model for them and posed them in blender lol Their first appearance in the timeline is in mw2 Their faceclaim is Kristen Stewart :3 Their powers are heavily influenced by game Beyond Two Souls Their surname "Vega" is their girlfriend's favourite star.

[ltleflrt]

Character Statistics

Basics:

full name: Caelnir Tav

titles: none

nicknames: Cael

gender: Male

pronouns: He/Him

sexual orientation: queer/demi-ace/demi-aro

marital status: None

age: 52

place of birth: Mantol-Derith, in the Underdark.

residence: On the road with his little brother Kestrel. He still considers Mantol-Derith a home of sorts, though he hasn't been back in decades.

occupation: Bard

species: Half drow, half human

known languages: Common, Elvish, Undercommon, Drow sign

Appearance:

height: 5'7"

build: Slender, athletic

eyes: Right side green, left side brown.

hair: White, with some dyed blue streaks. Short on top and long enough to reach his hips in the back, but he keeps the long parts braided and tucked up in a bun.

tattoos: Hymn lyrics on his face for Eilistraee and Vhaerun, the two aspects of the Masked Lady.

other distinguishing features: Scars across his face and neck. Both ears are pierced 4 times. Freckles.

style: Casual and comfortable for every day life, but he does like to dress up in ruffles and laces when he can. He wears some plate armor when he's traveling, because he trained as a paladin.

Personality:

positive traits: Compassionate, friendly, perceptive, creative.

negative traits: Sarcastic, sometimes paranoid or anxious, feels like he needs to become proficient in everything.

likes: Music, new instruments to learn, cats.

dislikes: Bullies. Being treated differently by both drow and humans because of his mixed race.

fears: That his loved ones won't come back from where they've gone.

phobias: Spiders

hobbies: Music, writing, sometimes sketching.

skills: Learning new instruments, writing, sword fighting, ambidextrous with instruments and weapons.

quirks: Cannot experience reverie and sleeps like a human. He's a night owl because sunlight still gives him headaches sometimes. Is religious, praying daily and participating in ceremonies when he can.

pet peeves: People who can afford to pay rewards but do not offer, or refuse to pay when asked.

Family:

mother: Jayne Tav (human, Harper)

father: Elamshim Mizzrune (drow, Knight of the Silver Dark)

siblings: Kestrel Tav (half sun-elf, younger half-brother), Demagh Tav (half-drow, adopted older brother, @joasakura’s OC)

spouse/lover: Astarion is his thiramin (soulmate)

children: none, and does not want any.

pets: scratch, owl bear cub, makes friends with EVERY cat he meets.

notable close relatives: Demagh Tav, Jaheira (godmother).

best friend: his brothers Kestrel and Demagh.

rival/nemesis: none

Faves:

time of day/night: Full night.

weather: Windy and warm.

breakfast food: Grilled mushrooms with eggs.

dinner food: Anything with mushrooms.

snack food: crunchy grubs

colours: Deep reds.

songs: The hymn to The Masked Lady that he has tattooed on his face.

Other random stuff:

a cherished item: His mandolin, which belonged to his mother.

first love: Demagh Tav, although that was mostly an extremely strong Friend Crush.

usual mood: Calm and happy, but can suffer spikes of anxiety.

defining moments: Deciding to stay with his father in the Underdark when his mother left them for the surface. Meeting his little brother Kestrel when their mother brought him to live with Caelnir's father because she was dying. Nearly failing to rescue Kestrel from a giant spider attack. Moving to the Night Above (the surface) so that his sun-elf brother wouldn't wilt in the Underdark. Making the choice not to take his paladin vows yet (he keeps saying he will do it eventually, but never has).

[mad-raptorzzz]

[ID: Sketches of the Mane 6 from MLP friendship is magic. Twilight is a dark purple color with darker purple long hair around her hooves. She has a light purple mane and tip to her tail with mustard yellow streaks. Her horn is light purple and curves upwards. She wears glasses. Applejack is a big Clydesdale with golden hair and large hooves. She has her mane in a braid and has a bob tail. Rainbow dash is small and compact with small scars on her body. Her wings are a lighter sky blue compared to her body. Her mane and tail are messy and rainbow colored. Pinky Pie is a small, round pink pony with a very messy, curly main and tail. Her main and tail are light cotten candy blue with pink and yellow streaks. Fluttershy is a tall pale yellow pegasus with a long light pink main and tail with moss green streaks. Rarity is a small, light grey unicorn. She has a dark purple, shiny, and well groom mane and tail. Her nose is a very pale pink and she has a small straight horn. /End]

Just very rough sketches of the mane 6 before they are all friends. I have been seeing a lot of MLP art lately and wanted to try to design these gals. I will try to do them each individually and show how I think they changed throughout the series (obvious ones being Twilight becoming an alicorn and I like to think Fluttershy kept some bat-like qualities) Oh and I have to do spike too of course

Basic headcannons:

Twilight forgets to eat a lot when she's alone and friendless. She's like very skinny at first, but eventually gets to a healthy weight because her friends remind her to eat. I mean look how buff her brother is, she's got buff genes. She is also buff, just small and buff. She's ace in my headcannon because I relate to her a lot

AJ is literally just a Clydesdale. I know it's nothing new. But yep. That's it. Lesbian. Also nothing new

Rainbow dash is gonna be based on a peregrine falcon. She has scars from hitting things a lot. Definitely a lesbian. *stares at lesbian AJ above*

Pinkie is small and plump, but wicked strong. She grew up breaking rocks her whole childhood. Also Pinkie is for sure gender fluid and uses/accepts all pronouns. Also pan.

Fluttershy will be based on a swan, very elegant. Keeps bat pony traits and consistently has trouble sleeping when there's a full moon. I do ship her and discord, but more of a QPR type relationship.

Rarity was also very skinny prior to being friends, but this was because all the fashion models were very thin and she felt like she needed to be. Unicorn beauty standards are very harsh unfortunately. However, she is also encouraged to take care of herself by her friends and gets to a healthier spot. I like trans Rarity headcannons.

[delightfuldevin]

Pokemon Battle Frontier: The Green Guardian

(Except Ash and his friends don’t exist and are replaced by my self insert)

The origin story for my Pokemon self insert and his partner Fairy the Celebi. Basically that episode of the anime, but rewritten so that I take the place of Ash and his friends.

Author’s Note: I go by they/he pronouns, but since this takes place before I transition, I use she/her pronouns for my s/i. Also her name is shown as [—]. Shoutouts to @kakusu-shipping this one’s for you bestie <3

*****

The portal closes behind her and her eyes adjust to her new surroundings. All around her are trees and giant spiky vines. It's certainly the strangest forest she's ever seen. She reaches out to touch one of the vines. It's nearly as hard as a rock, and it's thicker than her entire body.

Well, she can't stay here, so she starts walking, weaving around the giant vines as best as she can and avoiding their spikes. They seem to go on forever, as does the forest itself. Surely there must be other people somewhere.

After walking for a few minutes, she realizes that the vines are getting closer and closer together, making it harder to weave around them. They all seem to be coming from a common source, and this is it. The closer she gets, the thicker the vines get. She gets down on her belly and scoots under one last vine, and behind it, she finds an odd little creature lying on its belly on the ground.

The creature is green with wings and antennae. It's about the size of a baby, and at first, it freaks her out and she stumbles back. But then, she realizes the creature is hurt, covered in scratches and breathing really slow. Cautiously, she crawls up to it and gently puts her hand out to touch its large bulb-shaped head.

"H-hey... Are you okay...?" she asks, though she doesn't expect the creature to be able to answer. It flinches at her touch, one of its eyes opening slightly.

"Bi...?" it replies, then immediately passes out again. Retracting her hand to her chest, she ponders for a moment. She doesn't know what to do or how to help it, but she doesn't want to just leave it here.

She looks around in the immediate area and finds some berry bushes nearby. She collects a few and brings them back, offering them to the creature. "Hey, it's me again," she whispers to it, gently patting it to wake it up. "You should eat. Do you like these?"

It opens its eye again and tries to reach for one of the berries, but its arm falls back to the ground. Hesitating just for a moment, she picks the creature up and cradles it in her arms, then tries to offer it a berry again. Both of its eyes open and it takes the berry, putting it into its mouth and chewing slowly.

After eating the berry, the creature already seems to get better, a few of its cuts healing. Even its breathing gets better. "That sure helped, didn't it?" It looks up at her and smiles, then curls up on her and closes its eyes again. "You're still pretty weak, though. I should get you out of here. Maybe I can find a vet who can help you."

Still cradling the creature in her arms, she stands up and starts weaving through the vines again. She had only wanted to find a way out of this weird forest, but now she has another reason to get out as quickly as possible. She doesn't get very far, though, before a blue-haired woman suddenly appears, slashing through vines with the help of a group of hairy creatures with long claws.

"Oh, hey, you found it!" the woman exclaims excitedly. Another small creature runs up from beside the woman, calling out "Plus! Plus!" Startled, the girl takes a few steps back, hugging the green creature closer against her chest. "Don't be scared, I won't hurt it. I'm here to help."

"Wh-who are you?" she asks in the most demanding tone she can muster.

"My name is Solana." The woman gestures to the small creature beside her. "And this is my partner, Plusle. I'm a Pokemon Ranger." Solana speaks gently, giving the girl a soft smile. "Can you tell me your name?" The girl pauses and thinks to herself.

"What's... a Pokemon Ranger...?" she finally asks. Solana is patient with her, still smiling and trying her best not to make her uncomfortable.

"I protect Pokemon, like that one you're holding." The girl looks at the hairy clawed creatures behind Solana, Plusle who stands beside them, and then down at the creature in her arms. Pokemon... "That one is a Celebi. Have you heard of it?" Solana continues.

"N-no..." She doesn't bother telling the ranger that she hadn't even heard the word "Pokemon" until just now.

"Celebi is a very rare and special Pokemon, and bad people could come after it while it's weak like this. You have to come with me so we can help it get better and keep it safe. Can you do that?" Her eyes are still on the cre—the Celebi—in her arms. Then, she looks up at Solana. She wants to help it, and the ranger definitely knows more about this than she does.

"Okay. My name is [—]."

"Great! Let's go, then! There's a city nearby with a Pokemon Center. I can administer some first aid care to it now, but we'll need to go there to treat it fully." As she follows Solana, she asks her a few questions about Pokemon. The ranger doesn't seem surprised with how little she knows, maybe because she's a kid. Pokemon are creatures with incredible powers that live all over the world in unison with humans. Celebi and Plusle are just two of hundreds of different kinds.

"Celebi is a time traveler, protecting forests of the past, present, and future. It might've gotten into some kind of trouble in a different time period and used the last of its power to travel here to save itself," Solana continues. As they finally reach the edge of the forest, some tall buildings come into view. "Ah, there we go! Fuchsia City!"

As they exit the forest, the girl turns around and notices the giant vines start to disappear one by one. "The vines..." she whispers in awe. Now she understands. Celebi must've created those vines to protect itself while it was weak, but now that it's left the forest, there's no reason for the vines to remain. Celebi truly is an incredible Pokemon.

She resumes following Solana to Fuchsia City, but they both stop in their tracks as a giant robot appears coming toward them. "What is that?!" the girl cries out in surprise.

"Remember the 'bad people' I mentioned?" Solana groans back as an answer. "Plusle, get ready!" she calls, and her partner replies with a "Plu!"

"Oh great, a Pokemon Ranger..." one of the grunts mumble, and it's then that the girl realizes that there are two people inside the robot, both wearing uniforms with a big red R on the front. "You know what we came for, so hand it over!"

"I don't know how you found out Celebi was here, but you're not getting it!" Solana yells back. As she and Plusle engage in battle with the robot, the girl starts running.

"It's okay," she whispers to the Celebi as it slowly opens its eyes. "I'll keep you safe."

"Cele..." it mumbles back, worry in its big blue eyes.

"You're not going anywhere!" the other grunt calls from inside the robot. He pushes a button and a long claw shoots out from the robot's hand, pursuing the girl. She throws Celebi just as the claw grabs her. Floating in the air with its little bit of strength, Celebi calls out to her. "Damn it, I got the kid instead of the Celebi."

"It's alright," the first grunt says. "We'll use her as a bargaining chip. You hear that, Ranger?! Give us Celebi, or the kid's getting crushed!" To show they aren't bluffing, the robot grabs the girl in both hands and closes its claws around her. She whimpers, but doesn't cry out, trying to keep a brave face.

"Damn! Plusle, hold off your attack! We don't wanna hurt [—]," Solana calls. Plusle looks up at the girl with worry, then angrily stares at the robot, waiting for the chance to attack again.

"Clock's ticking, Ranger. We don't have all day," the grunt taunts, making the robot squeeze tighter.

Finally, the girl can't take it any longer, her fear taking over her as tears prick her eyes. "Help! Get me out of here!"

When Celebi hears her scream, a sudden burst of power returns to it. It summons a telekinetic wave that attacks the robot, severing its arms. The claws fall to the ground and Solana rushes to pry them open. Once the girl is out, Celebi sighs with relief, then passes out again, falling from the air. She runs over to catch it, holding it close to her like before.

"You were still so weak, but you used the little power you had to save me... Thank you." Solana looks over at the two of them, then back at what's left of the robot.

"Thanks, Celebi. Plusle and I can take it from here. Right, Plusle?" She looks down at her partner. Plusle charges up electricity in its cheeks, smiling deviously.

"What just happened...?" one of the grunts mutters as the two of them recover from the shock of Celebi's attack.

"Oh crap!" the other yells as Solana and Plusle rush in to attack. It doesn't take long at all for Solana to send them running. After all the commotion, she's finally able to call in backup for the disposal of the robot parts.

Walking up to the girl, Solana puts a hand on her shoulder. "You were so brave today. Thank you for helping me defend Celebi."

"I should be thanking you," she replies with a smile. "You and Plusle did all the heavy lifting."

"You should take it to the Pokemon Center in Fuchsia City now. The other Rangers and I can handle the clean up." She nods and starts heading to the city.

"Bye, Solana! Thank you for everything!" Waving back to Solana behind her back, she quickly travels the last bit of the route to get into Fuchsia City.

Though she finally arrived in a human city, she doesn't let herself get distracted, hurrying to the building labeled Pokemon Center. She rushes inside and finds a lady behind a counter.

"Hi! Welcome to the Pokemon Center. Here, we can heal your injured Pokemon to full health. Would you like to heal your Pokemon?"

"Yes, please! This Celebi needs to be healed quickly!" the girl exclaims, holding the Pokemon out to the nurse.

"A Celebi! How rare! May I?" The nurse takes the Celebi and turns around. The girl starts to panic when she notices the machine the nurse puts Celebi on.

"W-wait! What's that thing?! What does it do?!"

"It's alright. Watch." The machine blinks a few times, letting out a little chime. Then, quite suddenly, Celebi rises from the machine looking completely healed. All of its injuries are gone and it seems to be full of energy. Happily, it flies over to the girl, latching to her neck. She giggles as she pats its head. "See? Your partner's as good as new!"

She pauses when the nurse says that. Partners? Solana and her Plusle are partners. Best friends who work together and take care of each other. Sure, she helped save Celebi, and Celebi saved her, too. But, they don't have that kind of bond... Celebi is a wild Pokemon... "O-oh, no, Celebi isn't my partner. I just found it and came to get it healed..."

"Oh, well then, now you can release it back into the wild! It's completely healed now, so you don't have to worry!" the nurse replies.

"Yeah, thank you..." The girl sighs as she leaves the Pokemon Center. She should be happy, and she is, but she can't help her sudden feeling of loneliness. Even after learning from Solana about humans having Pokemon companions, she never expected Celebi to become her partner. After all, she just wanted to help it get better. That's it. Now that that's done, there's no reason for Celebi to stay with her.

She stops at the edge of Fuchsia City and Celebi, who was flying beside her, comes to float in front of her so that they're face to face. "So... I guess this is it, huh? Stay out of trouble okay? I might not be there to help you next time..." She would be if she could.

Celebi doesn't say anything in response. It floats closer to her, pressing its forehead against hers. She smiles and pats its head again, stroking the soft tip. "You should get going now. I'm sure you have somewhere, or I guess some when, you need to be."

Still, Celebi lingers, and it gets harder and harder for her to say goodbye. She turns away from it, and finally, Celebi rises higher into the sky, emanating a bright green glow. In seconds, it's gone, probably in some other time already. She sighs, blinking away the sharp sting in her eyes. Maybe she doesn't need a Pokemon partner anyway...

She doesn't know where she'll go next. Maybe she'll just explore the area around here. She is still new to all this Pokemon stuff, so it could be nice to learn some more about them. But, before she can even take a single step, she hears a woosh! and a bright light flashes behind her, the sound of a tranquil bell filling the air.

"Bi!" She gasps and turns around when she hears that familiar little chirp, a bright smile on her face.

"Celebi?! You're back! B-but, why... what're you..." She trails off when she notices the little green and white sphere in its hands. The only ones she's seen so far have been red and white, but still she recognizes the object immediately. "A Pokeball...?"

From what she learned from Solana, Pokemon who partner with humans are captured in Pokeballs. Pokemon who don't have Pokeballs are wild and can be captured by other people. So...

"You want to be my partner...?" Celebi smiles and puts the ball in her hands. She presses the little button in the center, and the ball activates, getting about twice as big as it was. Still smiling, Celebi touches the activated Pokeball and is absorbed inside. She gasps as the ball wiggles a few times, then locks. Immediately, she lets it back out and Celebi is back floating in front of her again.

Giggling, it latches onto her neck again and she wraps her arms around it, spinning happily. "So, you're really my partner now aren't you? Can I give you a name? How about... Fairy?"

"Cele!"

"Hehe, I'll take that as a yes! Fairy it is then!" She hugs her new partner tightly. "I promise I'll always take care of you." And unbeknownst to her, Fairy makes the same promise back.

[thetantiger]

Quick Bio: Naomi Foulshade

Race: Satyr Class: Demon Hunter Specialization: Vengeance Pronouns: She/Her

Naomi is a pale-skinned Satyr with long, leafy black hair, fel-green eyes and large curled horns. She has dark green Illidari tattoos, long claws and a spiked body. She chose to join the Illidari and flee the Legion after having a general disdain for their oppressive methods as well as her own personal issues with other Demons (and, hey, the Illidari pays well). Adjusting to life in the Alliance after the Demon Hunters were released from their prisons was a learning curve to say the least, with Kaldorei looking at her strangely and guards harassing her until she brandishes her Illidari signet. Since then she has found a group of friends, however, and recently joined the Shadows of the Faithful.

Links: Naomi body ref

Related Characters: N/A

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[formerlycookierunauprompts]

Hehe,I’m ready to ramble about DRAGONS!-and a fallen hero!

1.devil passionfruit dragon cookie bio!

"i like sssseeing cookiesss run in FEAR!"

name: devil passionfruit dragon cookie

species: dragon (first one ever)

allignment: evil

apperance: devil passionfruit dragon cookie is a relativley  thick average height cookie with brown dough, they have silky tourqouise hair tied into pigtails with little eyes at the bottom and another eyeball on their shoulder, they have some seeds in the hair and darker markings on their face,they have spikes on their hair and four wings. they wear They wear scarlet scale armor with magenta accents and a red gemstone in the middle of their torso. They wear armor shoulder blades that have two spikes going up. They wear a helmet with five spikes going up and a diamond shape in the middle. They have a red tail that fades to a palm green. Both of their legs have two light green spikes on the side.

desc:Devil passionfruit dragon cookie embodies the Darkness of Fear, a corruption of their original Virtue of Courage. They were the original owner of Pitaya dragon cookies's Sword and souljam (I think?) on the armor, being stripped of it upon their descent into villainy.

personality: devil passionfruit dragon cookie A true troublemaker decorated in bright red raspberry syrup, they are shown to enjoy enjoy pulling destructive pranks when the other fallen heros became evil. they are shown to especially enjoys throwing their Passion devil Bombs, which blow up like fireworks. Surprisingly, the smoke from their exploded bombs smells sweet and can relieve one of all stress in the world.

in the far past,they were given the task of teaching the cookies courage,but when they descended into villany,they sought to bring fear to all cookies and make them remember their name.

2.the dragon oc with TRAUMA! 2.1: who they are now

name: Dragon fruit cookie

pronouns: they/them

rarity: dragon

type: support

title: The dragon of the petals

apperance: Dragon fruit Cookie they have long pink hair with two mini pigtails sticking out at the top that resemble cherry blossom petals. They wear a long sleeved white blouse with puffy shoulders and a bell-shaped, two layered skirt with the first layer being pink and the second being white. Their wings are a cherry pink color with a darker pink inside.

when they loose their power They sport a black conductor's hat and a black uniform with oversized sleeves, as well as a white necktie. they also have a gold star-shaped accessories near the ends of their sleeves.

personality:They are a ardent towards  their nation as one can be and refuses to back down when it and their comrades are threatened. However, their passion can often boil over and lead to actions fueled solely by their strong emotions and unmoving beliefs;Dragon Fruit Cookie is never one to hold their tongue—and their bow—when their dignity or that of those they cherish is insulted.

Though, Dragon fruit cookie Cookie is a serious, smug, and intellectual perfectionist, and does things with absolute precision. They speaks in a formal and calm accent and is often brief with their words, to the point of rudeness. their facial expression generally defaults to a composed and confident smile, but there are instances where they don't bother hiding their displeasure or exhaustion (such as when faced with a preventable failure or  Pitaya dragon cookies foolhardiness).

qoute:

pre gacha:Grrr... You dare challenge me?

draw: "Ssso you want to see my true form? i ssspouse so..Only on one condition"

2.who they were before!

"the lotus dragon is cruel!? no,the lotus dragon protects all!"

'faded elegance-dragon fruit cookie costume'

name: hibiscus cookie

species: plant cookie

apperance: hibiscus cookie was a average hieght cookie with pale hibiscus colored dough and fairytale pink eyes, she Has lavender hair that goes down to her back and almost swings over one of her eyes. she wears a cameo pink dress with a lotus flower print on it

personality: hibiscus cookie was a kind and gentle plant cookie,wanting to know more about regular cookies. She is incredibly friendly,being nice to every single cookie she comes across in the forest. she was so excited about her lotus rite and gain her powers (like the gem mermaids seafoam rite) but was shocked and confused when she didnt get any powers.she cares deeply about her sisters and her handmaid,Purple hydrenga cookie. however,she is quite naive,blindingly trusting deadly nightshade cookie since he got her out of a trap by hunters. she gave him her flower before he betrayed her trust and sold the flower on the black market and then left her heartbroken and her trust destroyed.with the help of lotus dragon cookie,she became a dragon and lost her old personality entirely,now being cruel and power hungry,yet still holding a sense of compassion and her respect and admiration to lotus dragon cookie,being ever so grateful for them helping her in her darkest time.

costume desc:"Beneath the quaint, moonlit surface of the lotus forest, lived a Cookie whose laughter was brighter than any flower. Hibiscus Cookie embodied the bright lotus dragon and pink Flowers, with a smile so beautiful and pure that everyone in the Kingdom were mesmerized! But the Vines of destiny are unknown, as is the future... The light of the Little Lotus of the Dragon cannot shine forever." Yep,good ol trauma.

Oooo!! This is very interesting! I do hope to see more of Dragon Fruit Cookie in the future!

[ask-the-elden-lords]

Evelyn's Character Sheet

Name: Evelyn Elise Wylde

Alias: Evie, Evy, Eve

Title(s): N/A

Race: Unknown

Sex: Female

Age: 18 years old

Height: 6 feet (72 inches)

Weight: 159 pounds (72 kilograms)

Notable physical features: Silver hair that reaches down to her back when not braided or done up in some way Pointed, elf-like ears Radiation green eyes with slitted pupils Button nose Freckles Soft lips A scar that runs through her left eye, the origin of which is unknown Three gunshot scars in her stomach, the origins of which are traumatic and a sore subject A vivisection scar spanning the entirety of her chest, the origin of which gave her PTSD and is a subject so sensitive that she will only tell the story to those she trusts, and even then she must be coaxed into it A series of various torture scars that pepper her body. These scars are new and she will refuse to talk about them under any circumstances 6-pack abs and a well muscled build Quote: "a bit thicc" Razor-sharp teeth and fang-like canines A pair of black and red draconic wings, with green accents A black and red prehensile draconic tail with green accents and a bladed tip A line of sharp bone spikes growing out of her back that run along her spinal column from the nape of her neck to the end of her tail Sharp nails that are actually retractable claws A set of horns that very recently started to grow out of her head Well tanned skin Calloused knuckles and strong hands with a grip like iron Australian accent Smells like the forest

Profession: N/A

Faction(s): Humanity, the ASF, Drone Colonies of Copper 9

Alignment: Neutral Good

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relations: @worker-drone-alex, @doll-the-zombie-drone - lovers (polyamorous relationship) @n-sanity - lover (former), close friend @ask-wylde-and-co Emma, Oswald, @v-the-worker-drone, @solvar-the-drone, @emily-the-lost, @nate-doorman-elliot, @thad-the-jock - siblings @xen-or-xavier-wylde, @v-the-murder-drone @theblackcubeofdarkness, @scottish-drone-r-deactivated202, @love-lust-clown - parents @doctor-wylde - Grandfather with father/daughter dynamic and relationship, so they refer to each other as such @ask-wylde-and-co Natah - (Great)Grandmother @khan-loves-doors, @asknoridoorman, @director-raphael-turner - Grandparents(?) @ask-wylde-and-co Elizabeth, Asmodeus, @eva-the-inventor-deactivated202, @james-comes-back, @serial-designation-x - Aunts/Uncles @hazo-the-drone - cousin @ask-wylde-and-co Slyvan, Cyn, Alice, @user-darkxwolf17, @popular-violet, @buksu-a-deer-drone, @first-workers-lizzy - close friends @tdm-xi - worstie

Personality: Massive tomboy Aggressive, loves the thrill of battle Always ready for a fight Switch Gets really shy and easily flustered when around someone she's crushing on, but becomes more confident if/when the relationship solidifies and they start dating Often hides her face in her scarf when she's feeling shy Extremely touch starved and will melt if given even the slightest amount of physical affection from someone she likes Has trust issues and is slow to warm up to people Was recently rescued after having been kidnapped and whatever she experienced has given her extreme anxiety and haphephobia - the irrational fear of being touched She allows some people to touch her, but only if she knows and trusts them Secretly a goofball cinnamon roll who loves to snuggle, but only reveals this side of her when around her friends and loved ones Also secretly loves fashion Adores praise, with her favorite being called a "good girl" Autistic - high functioning Has a hard time telling whether or not someone's being sarcastic Fears the Absolute Solver and will urge those infected by it to be "cleansed" as soon as possible every chance she gets Hates loud noises Insecure Doesn't like it when people laugh at her because it makes her feel made fun of, which she despises and doing so will instantly put her in a bad mood Has abandonment issues and mild separation anxiety Extremely hard on herself Terrified of driving her loved ones away Deathly terrified of being isolated for long periods of time, to the point she'd rather break her own bones Has a few cat-like tendencies

Important lore tidbits: Immortal thanks to her great great grandfather, who's name has been stricken from history Over the centuries will slowly lose her humanity and transform into an eldritch monster, also thanks to her great great grandfather Possesses supernatural/magic powers, also also thanks to her great great grandfather Specializes in Pyromancy, aka fire magic Can return from death after a time, but will come back with temporary amnesia that slowly fades over the course of the next 30 irl days The self-resurrection process can be slowed, but not stopped Has a Phoenix familiar named Sol Wields a variant of the Absolute Solver that she's bonded to her very soul and made an extension of her will and being Possesses a large and varied collection of weapons she can pull from at will and regardless of location Also has a variety of toxin-based abilities, though she's yet to reveal them Drives a motorcycle

Drip:

Evelyn's theme song:

The vivisection scar's origin:

[childofsardior]

"It's max-power Ludwig time, baby!" but it's my very self-indulgent take on him for my personal AU!

I'm going to talk about my personal version of Ludwig related to my very self-indulgent AU - so I'll warn you: you're going to find LOT of comfort/self-indulgent details and stuff here! Canon x OC included!

↓↓↓ Prepare for the infodump below!! ↓↓↓

General Info:

Full name: Ludwig von Koopa. He specifically put the "von" there instead of "van" to sound more like a noble. Chose this name after one of his favorite Human World's composers (after trying out a few different ones) when he was around 7 and stuck with it - yes, Luddy's been a musical nerd since he was an hatchling.

Gender and pronouns: He's a trans man. Pronouns are he/him. Very aware of this since he was very small, started to correct people with his chosen name(s) and right pronouns as soon as he realized that they were all wrong, and probably stupid from his point of view, even his mother - he had to bite her a couple of times before she understood it wasn't a game. Since Tarrasquins are related to dragons, his transition was a bit different from most species. Nowdays he almost never talks about his queer background, except made for people he blindly trust like his siblings - for occasional gender-related or name-related jokes, especially with Lemmy - or with his GF, usually for the same reasons. He's also confident enough to indulge in typically "feminine" behaviours time to time, without feeling ashamed, especially when hanging out with his sister Wendy. He's Ludwig von Koopa after all, he doesn't gives s**t about other people's opinions.

Sexuality: He doesn't like to use labels, but if asked to pick the closest one to describe himself Lud would probably say "something close to pansexual, but only with people smart and sharp enough to catch my attention." Dated a guy when they were teen, for a while. Now he's dating a girl named Estrela. If Estrela was a guy or an enby-koopa, he would litterally not care.

Age: He is currently 19 and a half (in "canonical" years) and the oldest among his siblings. Considering my Royal Koopas maturing faster than Humans and similar creatures during their first 25 years of life, you could compare Ludwig to a 21-23 years old Human in terms of mental maturity. (Could not say the same about sentimental maturity, but only 'cause Ludwig's always been a bit troubled in sharing genuine feelings even with trusted pals, and he has yet to learn how to manage it. But this is has nothing to do with his species development nor his age.) Birthday is November 12th (Scorpio).

Species: Tarrasquin (also known as "Royal Koopas" or "Dragon-Turtles") - that happens to be a powerful and rare species related both to Koopas and Dragons. The lack of horns at a young age and the number of spikes on the shell may point to the subspecies known as Plains/Field Tarrasquin, while some other details could suggest a "mix" with the Vulcanic bloodline. In addition, all the Koopalings seem to share an innate inclination toward magic and some other unusual details never found before in Tarrasquins, such as tail feathers or natural armors protecting the limbs, along with peculiar tiny gem-like scales scattered around their bodies in different patterns.

Physical appearance: He's a yellow-scaled Tarrasquin, resembling mostly the Vulcanic subspecies like Bowser. He's got blue long hair and tail feathers along with a sapphire-colored spiked shell. He has gray-blue eyes, and a single Royal Fang in the middle of his upper jaw - even if a couple of smaller Royal Fangs are recently growing on the sides of his mouth. Like most of his siblings, his head and shoulders are covedered of green scales/skin, and he also has some of it over the back of his hands. Sapphire-like scales appear all around his body, four of which can be clearly seen on his cheeks. He's quite short for his age, but if you compare him to the others you can guess he's among the oldest siblings, considering his body proportions and a more mature appearance.

Personality: Ludwig's arrogance is quite famous around the Dark Lands. He's extremely full of himself, and doesn't miss an occasion to remember you how superior he is. This is how most people see him from the distance. Actually, Ludwig's character is quite more complex than that. He surely likes to mantain his "I'm clearly better than any of you" mask, especially with his enemies, but he's actually way more chill than that if you start to know him - and if he consideres you your equal, he can actually show his softer and sillier side to you, and prove himself a nice company. He doesn't know what proper "anxiety" is, but he's quite nervous and always on the edge - trying to be perfect, to prove himself and his siblings to be the best leader, to prove everyone (but mostly himself, again) he's a great and talented artist and musician, and so on. He's also a bit lunatic, and had to train himself to be patient during the years, considering the amount of tiny Dragon-Turtles running and creating chaos around him. It's not so common for an insult to land on him - since he rarely cares about other people's opinions, even when they have actual good opinions about him - but when it happens he could grow red with anger or just give the cold-shoulders treathment for a while, depending on who you are. He also rarely feel completely calm or relaxed, his mind always trying to fix some problem or coming up with something new even on background, but from time to time he needs a break too and will probably spend some days playing some instrument in his room without a purpose, or playing video games alone or with Larry and Iggy, like he used to do a lot as a kid. Last but not least: he kinda looks like a guy that never cries or gets emotional, but it's inaccurate. Ludwig rarely cries or weep nowdays, but when he does it's always dramatic and theatrical - even his sibs become a bit afraid of him, never knowing what to say or how to help, when he breaks like that; he'll probably just go to his room playing his piano while crying until he's too tired to continue and probably will just fall asleep. But on the brighter emotions, he is also very much easier to be moved by kind actions than it seems. If any of the people he cares about surprise him with a special gift for his birthday, or prepare something cute thinking about what he loves most, or even just giving him a drawing about him and Junior conquering the Sky Kingdom together - this happened for Lud's 18th birthday, and was Junior's gift - he will probably be surprised, a little embarassed but mostly filled with a mute joy he'll do his best to hide... probably failing, considering those big wet eyes.

Hobbies and passions: They say he's a kind of prodigy, being so young yet skilled in dozens of different things - from battle and magical techniques to various arts - but the truth is that he works really, really hard for everything he wants to learn. He's a bit jealous of Iggy and Junior to be faster and more intuitive learners than him. His main passion revolves around music since he was a kid, but he actually likes to do A LOT OF STUFF - some in a "I'm sooo good at it" way, some other just as hobbies. He likes to play videogames (and even used to do it on a competitive level for a short while), enjoys TTRPGs with his siblings, likes to paint with spray paint from time to time, knows how to sew, learned how to fence and he's quite proud about it, loves to pose and even compete with his sibs (mostly Roy and Wendy) in some cool-poses showoffs when they all feel to... he also enjoys to hum and sing when happy, and he literally learned to speak German to make an impression with a perfectly-faked accent when needed. A current inside joke in the family is claiming that naming what Ludwig can't do would take less time to talk about what he can do - Iggy's even taking notes every time they find out something new Lud is not capable of - the first thing wrote down is "Luddy can't be humble". Talking about music only, his favorite genre has always been the classical one, but contrary of what everybody around him think, he actually enjoys a lot of other genres and also has a bunch of favorite contemporary singers and bands among his infinite list of musicians he likes or likes to take inspiration from. He just strongly dislikes that sort of "music" that only consist in "random and horrible noises, like the sort of thing that Larry listens to". He can himself play dozens of instrument, mostly are the classical orchestral ones but he knows how to play a bunch of modern and electric instruments too - he was the one learning-while-teaching Lemmy how to play the electric bass and the electric guitar, after all; his favorite and main instrument is the piano, followed with the violin and the cello just after. He likes to compose - or at least, try to - his own stuff since he was 10, just after learning the piano basic from Kamek and Bowser themselves. His own first pieces were not exactly... melodious, and now his "4th Symphony" is a recurring meme his brothers and sister like to tease him about. But nowdays he's getting quite good, and has even started to conduct a small orchestra on his own, all made of young people from the Dark Lands and all around the near Kingdoms. He's also fantasizing about making this passion his future main occupations, maybe as a composer in the film's industry or something like that...?

Relationships:

With his siblings: Being the eldest among 8 has not always been easy. Even if Junior has been mostly raised and educated by Bowser, Kamek and a bunch of loyal servants, the other 6 where very much his responsability after their mother sudden disappearance - of course Kamek and the others were taking care of the newly adopted kids, but you know... they needed time to settle in and Ludwig was their main point of reference for a while. So he had to force himself to grow up even faster than before, in terms of responsabilities and leadership. That said, nowdays he still consider himself the leader of the whole "Koopalings" gang - even if most of his siblings can perfectly take care of themselves and often laugh or complain if Lud tryies to impose himself too much, especially when he's doing that in his presumptuous and arrogant way. Still, when things get hard, they all know that they can ask their big brother for help.

Now, for each relationship with the siblings:

Lemmy: They are in good terms. They do not spend too much time together, but when combined can become the Unsufferable Duo Of the Eldest and literally use their Age Superiority to assert dominancte on the others. Lemmy is also one of the few Ludwig can actually confide in, Lemmy being the biggest heart and probably the more emotional mature in the family - but Lemmy's the one EVERYBODY confides in, so it's a bit of cheating.

Roy: They used to fight often when younger, Roy being the only one bold enough to confront the big bro authority. Now they just respect each other, and while Roy trusts Ludwig's cunning brain, Ludwig can fully trust Roy's loyalty, sharpness and strenght, especially for missions that involves fighting and conquering.

Iggy: They are engaged in a mutual, mostly positive rivalry about who is the real family genius. Spoiler: both are, but in different ways. Iggy is an intuitive type, and learns mostly by watching his sourroundings and experimenting, while Ludwig is a studious type, that prefers knowing all about theory before trying things out. Iggy can't really understand music and arts in general - he enjoys them, but in a very "superficial and bland" way, in Ludwig's opinion - and Ludwig can't understand what is so cool about classyfing rocks, animals and plants, and will never get the green-shelled brother curious hyperfixations. Ludwig is also refusing to aknowledge Iggy's higher IQ score than his. But they can actually work together if needed, especially when some project or blueprint or plan needs full-brain power.

Wendy: They get along very well. Their shared passion for music is a good start - when Ludwig tries to compose something more "modern" than usual, it's always to have Wendy singing along with him playing the piano or the violin - but they can generally do various things together and enjoy their mutual company - from going to the SPA to planning the conquest of the next Kingdom. Also, Wendy is probably the only one among them Lud doesn't dare to anger, and also the only one he consider *almost* equal to him.

Morton: Ludwig loves Morton's blind obedience. Then if he thinks too hard about it, he feels bad. Actually, Morton follows Ludwig's lead because he trusts his brother, not because he's a sort of perfectly obedient puppy like some other brother jokes about. The two are in neutral-good terms. They do not spend much time together normally, but during missions Ludwig can count on Morton's natural protective nature to be sure the younger ones won't get too hurt, especially Junior - and this applies to some of the older siblings as well, from time to time.

Larry: The relationship between the two is a bit strange. Like the most of the group, Ludwig can't really stand Larry for too long - the latter is a 13-years-old Royal Koopa acting as an average 13-years-old Human boy most of the times - but as the Big Brother he must set a good example and hide his irritation while he tries to teach his younger brother the art of war and such. But it's hard. Larry is easily distracted and doesn't like to listen to others anyway. Even if Lud manages to get his attention, the azure brother will probably stay on his cellphone all the time. Larry loves to work with and actually playing electronic/techno music, but also trash and YouPipe-worth-meme-songs, "an insult to real music" in Ludwig's opinion. Larry also wants to prove himself as a good leader for the group, even if "lacking with basic leadership knowledge", and tries to fight with Ludwig about it from time to time. When tired or in need of a day off, Ludwig allows Larry to "play the leader for a while", knowing that Wendy or Roy will actually take the real role instead.

Bowser Junior: This one is a complex field to navigate, full of bitterness and mixed feelings. Junior being the only biological child of Bowser makes him the official Heir, but also, somehow, more "important" than the others in terms of social rank and authority. And Ludwig doesn't like this. He can't truly behave normally around Junior; he hates the fact that a child has the right to tell him what to do, especially when he does so in a very bratty and unsufferable way - luckily, Junior is growing up nicer than in the past, but still a kid remains. Ludwig is also jealous of Jr. even if he's never going to admit it aloud, since the little brother still has one parent to take care of him and love him, and this parent is the King of the Koopas himself. "If only I was Bowser's son..." he finds himself thinking about sometimes, but tries not to elaborate further. Ludwig tries to avoid Junior when he can, and Junior does the same since he doesn't like the way Ludwig yaps about everything. But...! Very recently the two have started getting along a bit more. Ludwig noticed Junior proving himself to be much more clever and empathic than he thought, and is now searching for something in common to share. Lud tried to talk Jr into the world of music like he did with most of his siblings, but hasn't been very successful yet. Junior on the other hand convinced his blue brother to paint with him, and Lud discovered that, in fact, he likes it. So they do paint together, from time to time, or wander with Iggy, Morton and Larry around the Dark Lands metro to draw fancy graffiti all together. Ludwig too needs to feel again like a kid or at least a teen time to time.

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With King Bowser: Ludwig is one of the few Koopalings that not address to Lord Bowser as a "father". He was almost 10 years old when they all were officially adopted by the Royal Family, and always saw the King as "the King". He is very loyal to the Crown and likes to think about himself as Bowser's first and most trusted general, and always showes his most serious and adult size when reporting to him. On the other hand, Ludwig feels a bit nervous and insecure in everyday life situations he spends along with the adoptive parent, when Bowser's just acting as Dad-Bowser and not as King-Bowser-Koopa. Behind his back, Bowser desperately and secretly hopes Ludwig will start addressing him as "dad" one day.

With his mother: He had a very good relationship with his mom (OC)- taken aside that short period of time she couldn't understand why he wanted to be "addressed as a boy" - but it ended well anyway. He also liked to think of himself as their mom's favorite child. Now he doesn't want to talk about her, especially with Junior.

With his girlfriend: He and Estrela (OC) met almost a couple of years ago in Ludwig's personal orchestra, and they have been dating for one year now. Before meeting Estrela, Lud had a poor opinion on Koopa Troopas/Common Koopas in general, especially if civilians or commoners. Then he met this super skilled violist, they started to flirt a bit after some time but then Ludwig kind-of-insulted her for trying to reach "a Royal" and... well, she decided to make him pay for that, planning something quite "funny", and in the end Estrela proved the Royal Koopa that even "commoners" can outsmart the "great Ludwig von Koopa". He was startled by this to the point he totally fell in love. They are both enjoying their relationship now, sharing interests and passions and all, joking all the time and being silly together when none can judge them, even if Luddy still has to learn to be less arrogant with his loved ones - lukily for both he's doing enough progresses already to prevent the relationship to become toxic or bad. Ludwig loves Estrela's strong personality and the fact that she can literally - and will likley, if needed - stand up to him from her 1,40 m (around 4.5 ft) of height and cute Common Koopa appearance. And he loves the way she plays the viola, of course. In his mind, maybe influenced by Lord Bowser's way to think, he's already picturing is future wedding... along with their royal palace and personal realm in the Kingom of the Sky.

Relationship with the Mario Bros., Princess Peach and the Mushroom Kingom in general: He strongly dislikes the two plumbers, and do not approve his sib Lemmy's friendship with them. He mostly hates Mario, considering him the real threat among the two. He would very unlikely call a truce between the Koopalings and the two Humans, unless it was his last option. Peach knows him since he hatched - and she tries her best to treat well the young Royal Koopa siblings, since she used to know their mother - but he doesn't really care about this, claming that since he can't remember it, it doesn't count. He is not very excited by the possibility to have Peach as their step-mother, but during her forced staying at Bowser's place after the occasional kidnapping, he sometimes asks her if she wants to take a look at his last music sheets or if she wants to listen to some of his new pieces. And for the Mushroom Kingdom, he merely saw it as the future Dark Lands' personal granary until he met his GF, who's from said Kingdom. Now he is a bit more aware of it, and nervous about eventual future attacks King Bowser could plan against it.

Peculiarities & co.

Ambidextrous: He trained himself to be almost perfectly hambidextrous, mostly thanks to his piano training. Nobody remembers if he was naturally right or left-handed in the beginning.

Senses: In contrast to what his name could suggest, his sharpest sense is hearing - he can not only hear a whisper on the other side of the royal dining room, especially if it's about him or something he may be interested in, but also got an almost-perfect pitch. If he looks like he didn't hear you, he was either too concentrated on his own toughts or just... blantantly ignoring you.

Body quirks and special abilities: He is way lighter than it looks like, probably due his shell peculiar conformation and unusual lightness, and sometimes it even seems like gravity isn't working on him as it should - he can in fact jump quite hight, flutter jump and even floating in the air for a short time when fighting. He can also walk on clouds without any power-ups or magic, a privilege usually related to winged or sky-born creatures only, such as Paratroopas or Lakitus. Nobody seems to know why, since Ludwig has no wings (even if he secretly wishes he had) and such. Last but not least, he is also able to control thunders with his own hands when things get really hard - in a similar way Luigi can do after knowing the secret technique in Mario&Luigi Superstar Saga.

Random Facts:

His Royal Fang is one of his weak points. He doesn't really like it, and mostly tries to ignore the fact that, of all the possible Fang patterns, *that* specific one happened to him. Mostly, it makes it hard to play woodwinds instruments - he only plays his portable harmonica without much trouble - drinking from everyday glasses - he almost always drink from straws, but gets easily embarassed if he needs to order one when dining in a fancy restaurant - and kissing his GF. This one specifically frustrates him a lot.

His GF finds his Royal Fang cute.

Like most Tarrasquins, he can purr. But since purring only occurs when they are extremely satisfied or happy or comfortable, it's very rare to hear him purr.

He's base respect for any other living creature not related to him is 0, especially with Goombas or other "simpler species". Once beated, outsmarted or both at the same time, he will probably reconsiderate your existance and include your kind in his "this one earned my respect" list. Hopefully, he'll grow out of this when he gets older and wiser.

He owns something like 14 pianos (one of which is possessed), around his various fortress and all. He wanted a super fancy piano for his 18th birthday, like one with a custom color, made by hand and with his name engraved in gold on the front of it, from the best piano brand of the world. Bowser gifted him a huge, golden pipe organ instead, thinking it would have been cooler.

Ludwig is scared as heck of pipe organs.

In the end, Kamek was the one gifting him his "best piano". Bowser is the one that loves to play it the most.

Ludwig is also scared of deep water. That is funny considering he once piloted a submarine. If asked, he will give a bunch of explanations about that claming that staying inside an advanced submarine is very different from swimming in open sea where you can't see nothing under you. Plus, your hair can't get wet as long as you remain inside of the submarine. His brothers and sister often speculate about how to convince their big brother to learn how to swim.

He likes to act fancy and classy when he's at social events and similar. His pompous attitude helps a lot with that. But he has the tendency of stain his clothing without noticing and does so almost every single time he dines out.

Even with the adult and serious appearance, he would never give up French Fries when there is the option in the menu.

He can also legally buy and drink alchool now, following Dark Land's laws, but even if he enjoys some champagne from time to time, he's more a juice type. His favorite one is orange juice, and always keeps a bottle of it near before an all-day-playing-music session.

He hated brushing his hair when he was a kid, and hated even more the idea of cutting it. His mother gave up when he was 3, and Kamek and some servants tried to run after him once, following the little blue rascal around the whole castle for the whole evening. Kamek was the one that eventually convinced him into taking care of his curly bush of blue feathers - but it took him 2 years.

His natural hair is actually curly, like his mother's was. He straightenes it with an hair straightener after every bath, and uses tons of hair spray every morning to recreate in his iconic hairstyle. This hairstyle was actually heavily inspired by Madame Flurrie's one, after a 12-years-old Ludwig watched one of her theatrical perfomance (on TV) for the first time. He was fascinated by her hair that looked like wings and looked very elegant at the same time, and decided he would have based his personality around that style for the next years.

He didn't know at the time that that specific winged hairstyle was very popular among actors and artist of a certain level, especially from the musical field. When he found out, he was even more amused and claimed it was "destiny" that his tastes happened to be so refined and elegant.

Only recently Lud started to try out new hairstyles, or to be more accurate, some "custom variants of his classic one". He likes to keep them looser when conducting his orchestra or playing in public. He keeps it "sharper" for fights. He would NEVER tie them up.

His GF actually loves when Lud has uncombed hair, and thinks he's way cuter this way. He hates it.

He also loves and hates being called "cute". He actually got angry when Estrela called him "cute" or "adorable" the first times. Now he secretely enjoys it, but still gets quite embarassed.

He'll grow a tuft of feathers under his chin when he'll grow up. Since it's not too common for Koopas to grow facial hair, he will keep it with pride and add it to his style.

When he's sourrounded by his siblings when in need of some peace but can't escape the situation, he takes his professional headphones and put on some classical concerts, german heavy metal music by unknown indie bands or Pure Cosmic Silence, depending how desperate he is.

He loves the smell of ginger. He also likes the smell of gingerbread. One time he ordered a ginger perfume, but the store mixed his order and sent him a very unusual gingerbead perfume instead. He tried it anyway and found it amusing. He would now put gingerbread perfume on himself from time to time. He claims it's a peculiar but great scent, just like him. His siblings mostly thinks he smells like a cookie.

He is also secretly almost-parent-like proud of his siblings any time they manage to do well something he teached them first. This applies mostly with Larry and Junior, especially for the latter being a very quick learner.

He sometimes has a recurrent dream in which he finds out he's actually an only child and goes to party just after. For some *unknown* reasons this mostly happens after spending a very long and tiring day with Junior or Roy.

Four violinists in his orchestra are Piranha Plants, named, respectively, "Todd, Justin, Scott and Ashby". They joined Ludwig's orchestra in an attempt to escape military service, but they didn't know how to play a single thing at first. With time, the quartet became very good with the violin. They will still be present in Ludwig's personal orchestra when he will be a professional composer, as some of the best musicians of the orchestra.

He really dislikes the harpsichord as an instrument. There is not a specific reason about that, he just... really doesn't like the sound it makes, and thinks of it as an overrated baroque instrument. His GF really likes it instead, and they sometimes have silly fights about that.

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I have been waiting actual months to be able to talk about my Night Shift OCs and @green-eyes-and-orange-ties has given me a reason with their 30DaysOfEchor challenge so here is their info for the week 1 prompts:

Character 1: Ino Aristos

Full name: Leucothoe Diana Aristos (maiden name: Jones)

Nickname: Ino, due to her parents being big classics nerds, as Ino was the original name of the Sea Goddess Leucothoe ("white goddess"), Loco, Dia, birdbrain

Pronouns: She/They (FtNB)

Age: 22 (Birthday: 6th August, Leo)

Disabilities: auDHD

She was born Veil-Touched after her mother got stuck in a veil anomaly while pregnant with her. She was born with black wings, though they are barely usable, she can flap them, often doing so subconsciously as a stim. As she's aged, feathers have began to grow on other parts of her body, such as her ankles and chest and the back of her neck. She also has a small magic where her hair can move like a limb, which she can use to pick up small objects.

Her mother and father are happily divorced, as they were in a lavender marriage and ended up with Ino after a very emotional night where they decided they both wanted a kid, and her father is now married to another man, and her mother is happily single. Ino's cousin happens to be one Miles Beaumont on her mother's side, they grew up in the same area so were quite close before Miles went to study law. Ino is also expecting a baby in late may/early june with her partner Atlas.

She considers home to be wherever she finds her people: her family, her wife, her friends, even the veil itself, but physically her apartment is in Downtown Echor, just about in the cheap enough for the two of them when only one can work (her VT traits make it a bit hard to get a job)

Character 2: Atlas Aristos

Full name: Atlas Kore Aristos

Nicknames: Kore, Kora, Crabcake, Nebula

Pronouns: She/Her (MtF)

Age: 22 (Birthday: July 9th, Cancer)

Disabilities: Autistic, has a slight lisp due to weird teeth (I'll elaborate later)

Became Veil-Touched aged 13 after her father, who disapproved of her transness, locked her outside during a veil event (he has since lost custody of all three of his kids and is serving time for child-abuse and neglect). She has spikes on her arms and ankles, tiny horns on her head (which she hides with up-do's), blood that glows when it reacts with oxygen, all of her teeth are sharp + her canines stick out over her lip, and has "nebula hands", where her hands, which are usually a sort of soot black due to being VT, become covered in blue fire that sparks, making it look like a nebula, with the sparks as stars and the blue-fire-on-black being the space holding it together

Eldest of three sisters. Her parents are also divorced, her father getting full custody of her but not her sisters from age 10-13 because "he wanted a son to carry his bloodline on", saved by her mother after the Veil incident. She is married to her partner Ino, who she met online on Tumblr after Atlas started a "life as a teenage shade" blog, which Ino related to as another teenage VT. They are expecting a baby together later this year in late May/ early June. She has always wanted a cat and a border terrier after Ino showed her pictures of her dads' border, but none of the apartments she's lived in have allowed pets.

Home is her partner's arms. Home is the dancefloor at secret VT clubs and bars. Home is the bathroom at her mom's house where her sisters taught her how to do her makeup. Home is under the veil lights, dancing with the love of her life. Home is the tucked away apartment in downtown Echor she shares with her wife, which she's going to share with their child, where she can be herself and happy.

I hope you like them!!! You might recognise Ino's description from the November chapter of LRPD, I threw her in as a fun way to torment my favourite punching bag Angelo Volta. So excited to do this again next week!!!