#thank god for splinter lmao
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towerofluin · 4 months ago
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Your extended sainw donnie feels like ”i need an adult” ”You’re the adult” ”i need an adulting adult” post for some reason-☀️y
oh he totally is lmao, like he can lead a situation,,, but are you really gonna make him do that? look at him, hes hasnt left his desk in two days!
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luckycharms1701 · 8 months ago
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AAAAAAAHHHHHHH i love them!!! look at all the little kitties!!!
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Uh shabam the boys with kitties for @luckycharms1701 blurb (it took, SO much longer than I ever would've thought idk what happened I'm sorry 🧎)
All except Mikeys are a little rushed tbh(I wanted to draw Mikey bad(now I can get to tactical Mikey wips))
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somanyratsinthewalls · 5 months ago
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Congratulations Mo 🥹🩷
Ordering Crimson with Kitten and a sprinkle of stork thank you
I LOVE YOUR FICS TOO OMG🩷
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OMG HI THANK YOU SWEET BABY FOR REQUESTING! I like totally went overboard with this one and I think it made me realize that I have to write a Kid slow burn. I keep writing waaaaaay too much for Kid One Shots.
Pairing: Eustass Kid x Fem!Reader
Prompt: Hurt/Comfort to Smut x Breeding
WC: 2400 lmao fuck
Warnings: KINDA HEAVY- potential assault of some sort but it doesn’t happen (don’t worry we’re cool!), comfort, protective Kid, Kid with feelings, Killer is also here for reasons, p in v sex, cream pies and breeding yay, unprotected sex, fingering, good girl type shit.
I'll Protect You (+18)
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It was a whirlwind of blood, cannon fire, and flying metal. 
Cuffs were tight behind your back and you weren’t sure how you got into this position. You receive a hard kick to the ribs. You spit blood. 
“Aww, little Kid Pirate girl isn’t so tough now, huh?” Your captors laughed down at you. 
You had been a part of Kid’s crew for awhile now but this was your first confrontation with other pirates in which you had found yourself bested. You were overtaken by several powerful enemy pirates and swiftly hauled off to a secluded closet area away from the fray and away from the safety of your captain and his crew. 
“She’ll make a fun little play thing for us I think… heh heh…” One of the brutish pirates chuckles down at you, nudging your cheek with the bottom of his boot as you lay bound on your side. The moist wood of the ship was splintering your cheek and one of your eyes was swollen to the point of obstructing your vision. 
“T-they’ll kill you, fucking bastards..” You spit out with all of your might, but it came out quiet since there was very little air left in your lungs. 
“Hah! You think they’d come for you? See how easily we were able to take you away? They don’t give a shit about you.” Another of the men sneered at you. 
“Come on, let’s get her out of those ugly punk clothes. She belongs to us now.” A taller, thinner man said as he reached for the buckle of your pants. 
“Get the fuck off me!” You choked out. 
“Stop playing hard to get, sweetie, I thought you liked red heads?” Another enemy pirate chuckled as he used his sweaty hand to rip your tank top, exposing your breasts. 
You had almost given up and resigned yourself for whatever you were about to endure when the door of the closet was blown clear off its hinges. The men around you straightened up and turned around immediately taking their hands off you. 
In flash of long blonde hair and blue and white, the men around you had fallen to the floor in pools of blood, sliced to pieces. 
“Kil-“ You try to speak but your mouth was full of blood again and you cough. 
In an instant you were scooped up in Killer’s huge arms, tucked into his chest to cover your now exposed body from any other prying eyes. You were fading in and out of consciousness while Killer carried you across the deck of the Victoria Punk. As your head lolled back you could see Kid facing away from you out of the corner of your eye, no doubt destroying what was left of the enemy pirate crew. 
“Captain! Y/n’s hurt! Bringing her inside!” Killer shouted at your captain. 
You were able to catch Kid’s eyes as he turned around. His expression changed so fast in that brief moment of eye contact it was almost as if Killer was carrying you in slow motion. You saw shock turn to blind rage as Kid noticed how damaged your body was. He no doubt saw your torn clothing… so god help those pirates if he assumed the worst had happened to you… 
You lose consciousness before you make it to the first aid quarters.
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Your vision is too blurry and your head too fuzzy to make sense of your surroundings. All you could hear was a far-away, muffled yelling… a voice you could just barely recognize. 
“LET ME IN THERE NOW, HEAT! THAT’S AN ORDER FROM YOUR CAPTAIN!” It sounded like Kid was underwater, miles away, but you could still make out the words being exchanged. 
“Captain! I-I’m sorry but she’s been sedated! Waking her up now would only put her in more pain!”  You could just hear Heat outside the room pleading with your irate captain. 
“I DON’T CARE IF SHE’S AWAKE! SHE NEEDS HER CAPTAIN!” Kid clearly was not in the mood for reason. 
“Captain… The threat is eliminated. You need to rest, and so does she. We all do. Heat has assured us that y/n will be fine in a few days. If you trust your crew, you’d back off.” Your ears perk up further as you hear the logical and clear voice of reason, Killer speak to his captain. 
Several moments of silence go by and you felt yourself passing out again… 
“FINE!” *SLAM* Kid must have grabbed Heat and pushed him against the wooden wall of the ship. “But if anything, and I mean ANYTHING changes in her condition… I’m in there. Got it?” You hear kid spit at his crew. 
“A-aye captain.” You can nearly hear Heat choke out at Kid. 
You black out again. 
— — 
You hear whispers and see a faint light behind your eyelids. 
“Hey…. Hey y/n…” 
Your eyes flutter open completely for the first time in several days and you’re met with a mane of blue hair and a Glasgow smile. 
“AH!” You shriek and jolt up. 
“AH!!!” Heat pulls back and screams louder. 
“Gods on fucking bikes, Heat! You can’t wake people up like that!” You breath heavily, leaning up on your elbow, hospital sheet clutched to your chest in your other arm. 
“Like what? I literally just look like that!” Heat snips back at you, comfortable now seeing you’re alive and well. 
“Maybe a surgical mask or something, geez… Nearly shit myself…” You sigh out. 
“Are you body shaming me?” Heat brings his hands to his scarred, grey cheeks in fake offense. You smile weakly. 
A few moments of silence go by. 
“Do you… do you remember what happened?” Heat asks you. 
“Yes.” You respond instinctively. You don’t elaborate. “Can you get Kid? He asked if anything changed to come get him.” You ask without looking up from your feet at the end of the hospital bed. 
“How did-? Yes, y/n… I-I’ll get him.” Heat stutters as he swiftly exists the Victoria Punk’s makeshift medical bay. 
Without having the energy to thank your crew mate, you just sat on the hospital bed and pulled your knees up to your chest. You hugged them close into your body and stared out the porthole on the opposite wall. It could have been seconds, minutes, or an hour… but you found yourself lost in the point where the ocean met the sky, rocking back and forth in the window before you were startled by a gentle knock. 
Too gentle from what you’re used to on this ship. 
“Yes-“ you try to call out but your voice was hoarse. 
You hear the door behind you creek open and a heavy body thumps in with large boots. The door shuts. You don’t turn around.
Nothing is said. You can hear Kid’s heavy breathing. He was upset. You were sure you knew why. He was angry that a member of his crew had been so easily captured and needed to be rescued and put on a week of bed rest. You were pathetic.  He was here to tell you that you weren’t worthy to be a Kid Pirate anymore. Tears formed in your eyes and your throat felt tight. You clutched your knees harder before you finally spoke. 
“Captain-“
“I killed them.” Kid interrupted you immediately. 
“Y-you.. what-“ You turn your neck and wince, muscles still sore. 
“Every single fucking one of them. Killed them and threw their bodies in the sea. Set their ship on fire.” Kid paces across the room slowly, his jackboots creaking on the wooden floorboards. 
You tried to swallow down the lump in your throat. 
“I-I apologize c-captain. I-I was w-weak-“ You try to square your shoulders as you turn to face your imposing captain, but your voice trails off. “But I.. I… I… ” Your voice falters and squeaks. 
“You what, y/n?” Kid stops pacing and takes a step towards you. 
“I.. I was so fucking scared, Kid.” You spit out and succumb to violent sobs that wracked your whole body. “So fucking scared…” You cry and whimper into your knees as you pulled them impossibly closer to your shaking body. 
You were so engulfed in your own emotions that you were startled when you were scooped up entirely and pulled into Kid’s huge chest. 
You didn’t know why he was holding you, but you couldn’t help but let it comfort you nonetheless. You cried into Kid’s leather clad chest for awhile until he finally speaks. 
“I don’t want to ever hear you apologize to me again. Not for that shit. You fought hard. It was my fault.” Kid pulls your head out from between his pecs so you could look up at him. He gently uses his flesh hand to push your damp hair from your eyes while he cradles your body in his giant metal arm. Your wet eyes bat up at him and he can’t help but melt. “It was my fault that I couldn’t protect you. I’m never letting that happen again, you hear me?”
“But Kid, I-“ You try to protest, knowing you were too weak to be a part of his crew.
“You hear me?!” Kid pulls you closer to him by the back of your neck now. You inhale sharply. “I’m never letting anyone else touch you again. If they do, I’ll fucking slaughter them just like I did those bastards. You’re mine.” Kid becomes heated as he moves his face even closer to yours. “You hear me?” He repeats, but this time in a soft whisper against your lips. 
“A-Aye Captain..” You barely breath out through your trembling lips. 
“Aye, Captain what-“ Kid starts to run his hands up and down your torso, still not kissing you fully.
“I’m yours.” You finally get out. 
Kid hums in satisfaction just before pressing his painted red lips into yours. 
You sigh into the kiss, releasing so much anxiety and stress from yourself, knowing that Kid want you to stay, and wanted you in this capacity. 
Kid ripped the hospital sheet off your body and kisses down your neck to your breasts, quickly attaching his hungry mouth to your pert nipple. Small pants leave your parted, swollen lips. Kid pulls back from your breast to admire your naked, quivering body beneath him. 
Kid stands at full height, he then hunches slightly to drop a large ball of spit from his lips to land right on your bare pussy. You gasp slightly at the lewdness. 
Kid then leans down and presses his forehead against yours while undoing the buckle on his belt. 
“Tell me this is okay… tell me if you don’t want this, we can stop… tell me you want me…” He whispers softly to you as he strokes himself above you. 
“Yes. Touch me.” You meet Kid’s gaze and cup his jaw in your hand, truly magnifying his size against yours. 
Kid wordlessly moves his hand to your sex as he smears his own saliva across your clit. You throw your head back and sigh. 
“Have to get you ready for me…” Kid says tenderly as he pushes two large fingers inside of you. “I don’t want to hurt you…” Such softness you had never seen from your captain before was only adding to your arousal. He stroked your g-spot gently as he whispered sweet praises to you in assurance. “Such pretty sounds, baby… You’re doing so good getting so wet for me… you ready to take my cock?
“I-I need you… Kid… please…” You plead, wanting him inside of you so badly that you could swear your slit was dribbling out onto the bed beneath you. 
Kid nods his head against your forehead and takes his fingers from your clenching hole. You groan in frustration, but only for a moment as Kid returns and slides his massive member into you. You squirm at first, so unused to such a massive stretch. It didn’t hurt, but it was going to take a little work to get it all in…
Kid hears you whimper and tries tor assure you. 
“I know baby, it’s a little big… we’ll make it fit… you’re gonna feel so good…” Kid coos at your boneless form on the hospital bed as he gingerly thrusts the first half of his cock in and out of you. 
With each few thrusts, Kid sinks his cock a bit deeper inside you and with each additional centimeter you squealed. You moaned but you never protested, as your gushing slick coated him further, he was eventually able to sink himself balls deep inside of you. 
“See, pretty? I told you it’d fit.” Kid smirks and presses his flesh hand on your lower tummy while his metal arm holds your legs apart. 
“Ahh, Kid don’t do that I’ll-“ You protest and try to push his wrist. 
“You’ll what? Cum? Squirt? That’s the point, love.” Kid chuckles and rips your hand off his wrist. He pins your wrists together above your head in one hand as he presses on your belly with the other all while he relentlessly fucked into you. 
You shriek. Your vision turned starry for a moment and you feel liquid gush from your lower half.  Your eyes roll back in your head and your thighs twitch from the stretch to accommodate such a large man between them for so long. 
“That’s my girl… my fucking girl…” Kid grips your face with his hand and forces you to look at him. “Let me make you mine.” Ge growls at you. 
“Y-yes, Captain.” You make out through your post orgasm haze. 
“Mine…” Kid grunts and slams his hips so far into yours that it made you cry out. He came hard and heavy deep inside your cunt. 
Kid’s feet shuffle against the wooden floor as he tries to pull himself off of you. He pulls back and lifts your chin to face him. You were cock drunk and exhausted, still recovering from your wounds. 
“Come finish the rest of your treatment in my quarters. You’re not staying in this shithole anymore.” Kid says as he nuzzles his nose against yours. 
“You’ll have to take it up with the doctor, but I have a feeling you’ll be very convincing.” You place a gentle kiss against Kid’s lips. 
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**A/N** This was too much plot with not enough porn? I can admit that but IDK I HAD FUN WRITING IT? I hope y’all like it!
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hatekawa · 7 months ago
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Okay this idea regarding the Three Months Au has been floating around in my head for a solid two days now and I NEED to spill it out so. uh. here's my alternative ending for your au (so I guess i made an AU for your AU????) gonna keep it anonymous so I don't out myself as completely cringe LMAO
--okay, so. there's this episode of Doctor Who, right? it's called "A Christmas Carol", and a lot of weird shit happens, but one of the big plot points is this woman called Abigail. Abigail has a terminal illness, and was basically put into some kind of cryogenic chamber, which keeps her alive indefinitely-- but only as a frozen body. She's basically asleep while she's inside. She can leave whenever someone lets her out-- something the boy who loves her does, every single Christmas, so he can spend a day with her once a year--but the countdown to her death only stops ticking when she's asleep and immobile inside the cryo chamber. Eventually, her countdown gets down to one day left to live. And the boy leaves her in there for years. Until he's old and close to death himself, he never lets her out for fear of having to watch her live out her final day.
OK. CONTEXT PROVIDED. STAY WITH ME BRO.
--same situation, but with 3 months Mikey. Draxum and Donnie build something that does manage to "halt" the effects of Mikey's mystics on his body-- but it's something like the cryo chamber, where it only works when he's completely frozen and asleep inside. Mikey's 3-month-long prognosis is still intact (probably a bit shortened by the time the machine is built), but they manage to extend it by keeping him in that stasis chamber until Draxum and Donnie can find a true cure. For special occasions, like birthdays or holidays or really big fights, maybe they'll let him out-- but the countdown is still always in the background.
and, uh. maybe they don't find a cure.
days and months and years of trying, and they never find an actual cure. the only thing they have is whatever original invention Donnie and Draxum made to put Mikey into stasis-- and that countdown gets shorter every time they let him out. soon, it gets down to some miniscule time frame-- two weeks left, maybe. then a week. then five days. then three.
Donnie stops taking Mikey out of stasis.
he tells himself that he can still find a cure, or some way to reverse the effects. Mikey no longer leaves the stasis chamber to celebrate birthdays or Christmas. raph and leo and donnie and april all become adults. splinter or draxum die of old age. april probably gets married. huge universe-ending battles are fought and won. the world keeps turning and shit.
--and mikey sees none of it. asleep in the back of donnie's lab, while his brother spends decades trying to cure him; too scared of watching mikey live out his last day to take him out of stasis.
even as his family lives, and ages, and probably eventually dies-- mikey stays frozen in time. dying, but never dead. forever fifteen years old.
wouldn't that be kinda fucked up? :D
I have never watched Doctor Who so thank you for providing me context also OH MY GOD. YEAH, THAT WOULD BE FUCKED UP.
I just- Okay. I couldn't resist making a fanart of your idea
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dreamstormdragon · 3 months ago
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03 Leatherhead for the ask game, if you're interested! :3
OH
YOU'VE COME TO ASK ABOUT MY BLORBO BLEEBUS!?
MY JOY?
HIM?
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So...
I LOVE THIS BOY
This was the first version of Leatherhead I've ever seen and while I love ALL versions... Yeah, no this one's the best one, I take no arguments or exceptions lmao.
I'm legit pissed we were robbed of a Rise LH because I feel, in general as a whole he's not utilized ENOUGH.
Especially 03 LH.
This boy, is literally the turtles big brother? He shares a direct origin with them, with the Utroms!
Like, seriously you know what? We got to see Turtle Tots, where was my "Baby LH?" I doubt he mutated to an adult already.
I really wish we had gotten a chance to see his life actually growing up with them, as family because I can only imagine.
The way he re-finds himself, after that loss, thanks to the guys and especially with how fast they went,
"BIG BROTHER? BIG BROTHER?! OURS NOW!" collecting sibling figures like pokemon trainers on route 1. I love how, the writers leaned wholly into his role both as a combatant and an intellectual. He's not afraid to defend himself... or acknowledge, there's even limitations to his own prowess.
I always loved reptiles as a kid, like I was the kid who was always tuned into animal planet and stuff, so getting into this show, ALREADY LOVING REPTILES? And then THIS GUY APPEARS?
Big crocodile man?
YES?
Plus, my first introduction to TMNT was Good Genes which featured him quite heavily, so he's always been a favorite of mine, due to that memory. His bond with the guys, especially Donnie is just so darn sweet and seriously, we needed just more of this guy in general. I love how Master Splinter just readily accepts him as another kid, his boys brouught home for him.
"Ah yes, my sixth son, the crocodile. 4 turtle sons, a caveman son and a crocodile son."
As a whole I just adore this guy!!!
Also, I HATE HIS BACK TO THE SEWERS DESIGNS massive downgrade L level downgrade. DEAR GOD
NO
We don't accept it. That design didn't happen lmao
ALso, Fast Forward season 2 was supposed to show that he lived that long? That he was STILL AROUND? (And given the oldest on record was a whopping 122 years old? I think a mutant with access to tech to keep himself healthy, would absolutely be still around. Frankly, I'm stunned FF season 1 didn't have him as at least a DECENT ADULT for Cody to be around. (Then again if Leatherhead saw Darius Dunn HOLY SHIT he'd be dead...)
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dotster001 · 2 years ago
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Pact Marks, Chapter Six of the Sheep Saga
Summary: it's the end of the exchange program, and you're wondering why no one told you your human form would have new tattoos...
A/N: been a while since I've done one of these, but for those of you who are new, you don't have to have read the other parts. Just know that MC is a sheep in the Devildom, and a human back home.
Chapters One Two Three Four Five
You were standing in front of your mirror, back in the human realm, just staring. After an hour of this, you decided to pull out your D.D.D. and text your boys.
Hey so was no one gonna tell me about the seven demonic tattoos I was gonna get in my human form?
The responses came even faster than expected.
Where's mine?!?!?
Send me a pic! 🩷
Incoming video call from Mammoney
Incoming call from Belphie
I bet Beel's is on your stomach 😂
Incoming call from Catan
Pick up the phone
How dare you decline a call from the Great Mammon!
You sighed and snapped a picture of Lucifer's mark on the back of your right hand, and sent it to the group chat.
Incoming call from Asmo
Incoming call from Mammoney
Incoming video call from Beelzebabe
You pulled down the collar of your shirt, exposing Mammon's mark right above your heart, took a picture, and sent it.
Lmao Mammon's a simp
Shuddup! I bet yours looks lame as hell. Mine looks swag.
Simp
You're just jealous cause I was first and got the best spot 😎
Voicemail inbox full
"God damnit," you muttered, deciding not to send any more pictures until they calmed down, and someone apologized for not telling you about the tattoos you now had to figure out how to cover up.
Incoming video call from Mr. Pride
You declined the call. If you did that in the Devildom, you would have probably been hung from the ceiling. But Lucifer wasn't here so…
Pick up.
I'm busy.
You just got there.
Pick up.
You ignored the text messages you were getting.
Incoming Video Call from King Himbo.
You hesitated a moment before ignoring the call from Diavolo. But he surely had better things to do than….
A portal opened up right behind you, and Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer entered your tiny bedroom.
"So this is a human bedroom," Diavolo said, looking around the room in awe. "So fascinating!"
He gripped the edge of your bed too hard and it shattered into splinters.
"Oh, um I'll buy you a new one, ha ha," he said apologetically.
"Why are you guys here? What happened to 'exchange program is over, we might never see you again'?" You asked, a little too loudly, but they didn't seem to care.
"That was because we foolishly forgot how easy it was for one human to take down our entire government," Barbatos said with an eerie smile on his face. The chill in your bones got worse when Lucifer pointedly glared at you.
"Just show me the other marks, so I can take pictures of them for my idiot brothers."
You froze in place, not sure how you felt about three of the most powerful demons in all of existence standing in your bedroom just to take pictures of your tattoos.
"Also, how dare you decline mine and Lord Diavolo's calls?" Lucifer growled.
"Technically I didn't decline them, just ignored them…"
"Pact marks. Now."
With a pout, you lifted up your pant leg , showing Levi's mark wrapping around your leg. After the picture was taken, you lifted the back of your shirt to show Satan's mark on your upper back. This continued for Asmo's mark on your left hip bone, and the twins' marks intertwining on your right bicep.
"Thank you, was that so hard," Lucifer sighed, turning to go.
"There, exchange program over for real now, I'll send you a new bed frame soon," Diavolo said, making no move to actually leave.
"Young master," Barbatos said warningly.
"Can I not take advantage of this chance to explore the human realm with a human?"
"No, you promised you'd do your work after you saw the pacts," Barbatos said, pulling Diavolo through the portal with surprising strength.
The portal closed and you were left alone again. It took less than two minutes for your D.D.D. to start ringing and buzzing again. You turned it off.
....
Tag list- @leonia0 @eccedentesiast-sapphic @your-next-daydream
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raphaelesbian · 3 months ago
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2012 Splinter, 4?
:D
4) What they would do if they had one month to live.
oh man this is making me tear up a bit to think about fhaskldghksldg (/pos). I have a lot of thoughts on this tbh!
Like, to some degree, we ALMOST have a canon answer for this. Not specifically a month, but the back half of season 4 is haunted by Splinter's imminent death. I don't know that we really know HOW he seems to know, but you can tell from his actions that he knows he doesn't have long. I need to rewatch that season tbh lol, but it stood out to me that he basically puts his energy into trying to prepare his sons for his death. Requiem is the standout, with Splinter taking Leo aside and explaining is reasoning back in the first ep for making him leader, and telling him that when Splinter passes, he hopes Leo will step in as sensei/father to the others.
Which, yes, objectively I think that was NOT a good thing to tell him LMAO, which a lot of people point out. But also, the man was scared!!! It's one of those things where I feel for him bc oh my god your kids are mutant turtles in the sewers what are they going to do without you????
fsaklghdkslg rambling a bit, but yeah so in general I think he would really dial in to trying to make sure his sons will be okay without him. passing on any knowledge he hasn't yet, and just in general spending more time with them. Which also reminds me of this bit from Requiem fhskldag
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like, he LEAVES THE SEWERS!!! for a PARTY!!!!!!! he just wants to spend time with them bc he knows he doesn't have much time TT_TT
okay lmao but like, outside of that, like let's say Shredder is dead or just not a threat in some way. maybe a bit cliche, but I imagine him wanting to bring the boys to Japan. Just to see it again and show the turtles where he grew up, the stream he used to play in, where he met Shen... And he wasn't there for the farmhouse arc, so I think he would especially enjoy getting to be outside with his sons, not in a city but in nature.
thank you for asking!!!!!! fhklasghklsg <3 <3 <3 I can literally talk about Splinter for hours probably
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Heyo! Love your work btw *chef kiss* I'm obsessed with your poly turtles stuff. Could you maybe do some Christmas poly headcannons? Seasonal Activities they do with their s/o, possible gifts they receive, fav cookies/treats, fav Xmas music. Idk just some festive stuff? If you're busy that's cool 😎 your poly turt stuff has me needing more haha. Thanks!
Ok, I'm pretty sure I got this before Christmas and it's now May. I'm so sorry. I won't go into all the reasons I haven't really been writing because it's a lot but I want to get back into it so here goes with this very unseasonal post lmao
and thank you everyone for you patience as I get back into the swong of writing for my blog
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Raph
This big hunk of red and green first
He's very seasonal if you think about it
He's also super (secretly) into the holidays
catch him doing his rendition of rockin' around the Christmas tree very loudly when he's off his tits on eggnog
((side note I think he would hate eggnog but would drink it solely because it's festive))
He's secretly super sentimental and he knows you love this time of year so he really puts his back into it
I'm talking it's the 1st of December and he wakes you up in a full Santa outfit and white beard (that he knitted himself) yelling "Ho Ho Ho!" and asking if you've been naughty or nice
it's like 6am so you, naturally, tell him to piss off
to which he makes a big show of trying to shove you into his Santa sack because "Someone needs a trip to the North Pole to learn the Christmas spirit"
He's also pretty good with crafts
obvs you guys can't go outside and be seen so he creates a whole winter wonderland in the lair (without telling the others, Mikey was the only one who appreciated it tbh)
also he's a great cook so you spend evening after evening baking sugar cookies and decorating them, sipping hot chocolate with a candy cane in it and whipped cream on top, making warming winter soups.
In terms of gifts, he gets you anything and everything he even thinks you might like
real big spender this one
handmade too items like a scarf he knitted for you because your old one was a bit worn, handmade card, he even did a little snow globe that he made with figures of you and him inside of it
he'll say "I know it's lame" or "It's not the best but I tried" but it means the world to you
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Leo
Big boy blue up next
I see him loving a very traditional, old fashioned, classic Xmas.
His big thing is that he loves to decorate the tree with you
but you would always bicker about how it should look
"No, I think a gold and red theme would look better!"
"But, Leo, we have all of these cute glass candy canes I wanna hang!"
"But I have a vision!!"
so this year he decides to buy like 6 trees (and by buy I mean forage, steal or cut down)
so you can both have your own trees and decorate them however you want
this, obviously, becomes a Christmas competition
your very unwilling judges are Leo's brothers and even Splinter
they have never looked more uncomfortable than when you and Leo are very passionately stating your case for why your tree is better than the other's and it ends in you both throwing baubles at each other
about half an hour and a lot of tinsel lying everywhere later you decide that maybe you're both a little too competitive
but Leo reassures that "That's why I love you"
He's so big on quality time with you
lot's of sitting by a crackling fire, sipping coco and letting soft Christmas songs play
he's made a playlist of v gentle ones like Eartha Kitt's Santa baby, Conventry carol and god rest ye merry gentlemen.
it's all about the mood w/ Leo
as far as gifts, it's has to be something personal and sweet
a pressed flower in resin from the first day you both met, a silver heart shaped locket with a pic of you both in it, some sort of talisman that's supposed to keep you safe in ninja superstition
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Mikey
Time for chaotic good to come to play
Mikey just manages to capture that almost childlike enthusiasm and wonder for the season
He has a funny habit of wrapping your gifts to look like something else
last year you were certain he'd gotten you a rocking horse but it turned out to be a new phone and headphones
"How long did it take you to wrap it like that?"
"Don't ask questions you don't wanna know.....3 hours to make the horse part look right"
normally he gets you silly but sweet gifts
lots of sticking filler things
oh and he gets you an actual stocking too, but like a comically oversized one to fit all the gifts
stuff he's made too
one year he made you 50 hand cut paper snowflakes with 50 reasons he loves you written and drawn on them
also stuff you guys can do together
video games he knows you'll find fun, stupid interactive games that you can play, that kinda stuff
he does a special Xmas scavenger hunt for you each year that the others pretend is stupid but it keeps getting more elaborate as time goes on and even they are started to get invested in the ending
there's a theme and everything ranging from polar express to murder at the Christmas party to Santa's grotto....
he also never fails to dress up as Mrs Clause every year (because Raph insists on being Santa and at first Mikey just wanted everyone to laugh, but now it's kinda a tradition)
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Donnie
oh my sweet gadget boy
he's super big into cocktails, the sweeter the better
and you always get to name them together but you both have a warped sense of humour so the names are getting out of hand
you pick a fave each year as well
last year was "The abominable snowman's frozen left nut" and the year before was "Mrs Clause putting glass shavings in Santa's food because he came back with the clap"
I told you they were bizarre....
his gifts are always thoughtful and so romantic
I HC Donnie as being a super romantic guy
whether it be a painting he made of the constellations and planets in correct placement on the night the two of you first kissed
or a wreath of dried flowers and plants to hang on the door that came from the field behind your childhood house
but this year it's a scrapbook filled to the brim with every detail of the two of you, all dated and with a little annotation telling a story as to why it's in there. photos, cards, handwritten letters, magazine cut outs, diary entries.... it's all in there and it's enough to make you cry.
He also sneaks you out on Christmas eve every year without the others knowing (they'd flip if they came to know that he was stealing you away at that time)
but he takes you up to the rooftops to sit on blankets and drink hot chocolate (spiked with a little rum, it's Donnie after all...) and look at the lights and snowflakes and people bustling home to their families and you sit and feel at peace and laugh as you make up backstories to each individual you see scurrying home
you lean against his shoulder and every year that he does this it feels more magical than the last
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aloneinthehellfire · 1 year ago
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Chapter Three: Truth
Gates Of Hell Masterlist
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Word Count: 4032
Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, lots of bickering, violence, a wee bit scary but i'm not that great of a writer lmao
[A/N: I didn't expect anyone to think this story was even mildly okay and I can't believe the support I'm getting here, thank you all so so much. I have so much in store for this story and I hope you stick with me :)]
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Truth
Steve could feel the wind whipping at his face, stood at the garage door with his bat clutched tightly in one hand.
The door had been smashed into splinters, scrapes of blood marking the broken pieces. Mr Albright, his neighbour turned freaky demo-monster, had created that. Or at least that was the running theory. Steve shuddered at the thought that something else had been parading around his house.
“He did this?” You ask, stood beside him with an uneasy expression.
“I think so.” He voices, gulping.
“What happened to him?” You frown, biting your lip. “To him. To Holloway? And that- that thing back at the school, what even was that?”
“I-”
“And their mouths.” You breathe, ignoring Steve’s attempts at replying. “They were so similar, right? They just seemed so... possessed. And if it happened to them, who’s to say it hasn’t happened to more people! What if Hawkins is just swarming with tons of people- no, monsters, what if-”
“Hey!” Steve raises his voice and your mouth snaps shut, looking very furious at his action. He raises his hands in surrender. “Sorry. But you spiralling out of control isn’t gonna solve anything.”
“Fine.” You bite the inside of your cheek. “And, pray tell, do you have any ideas on what the hell is happening to our town?”
It was meant as a rhetoric question, but Steve’s face said all it needed to, your hard stare softening into something more curious, afraid.
“What do you know?” You question with a step closer and he tightens his jaw, glancing to the broken door.
He wasn’t safe here anymore. And he needed the people that could give him answers, and a chance at fighting this plague of creatures washing over their town.
“You’re heading to your dad’s cabin, right?” He ignores your question and you shake your head, confused.
“Yeah, but-”
“I’ll explain on the way.” He announces, walking away from you. “There’s a bag by the door, grab some food from the kitchen and I’ll get some stuff we’ll need from upstairs.”
He’s already jogging up the stairs before he finishes his sentence, leaving you stood there dumbfounded. You didn’t like that he was ordering you around, not one bit, but the idea itself sounded realistic. You’ll need supplies, just in case.
Great, you thought, reluctantly dragging yourself to the front door and spotting the bag, he’s coming with me now.
You’re rooting through cupboards, determinedly ignoring the mutant corpse led on the other side of the island, as you curse under your breath.
The walk to the cabin shouldn’t take you that long, half an hour at tops. But the thought of spending that time with Steve was going to be as intolerable as it could get. You betted that you wouldn’t last five minutes until the knife in your hand started to feel like a chance of relief.
You and Steve Harrington on the road of survival. Could it get much worse?
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It was worse than you thought.
Barely two minutes had ticked by before you and Steve broke out into an argument, your stubborn and needy mind getting the better of you.
“You said you were going to tell me on the way.” You point out, gesturing to the street around you, “Well here we are! On the way.”
“Jesus Christ, you couldn’t even last a few minutes?!” He exclaims, eyes wide. “God, you’re so insufferable.”
“Wow, sorry I don’t like that a guy I already don’t trust is keeping secrets from me. Important secrets!” You snap and he laughs in disbelief. “Where are you even keeping that knowledge? In your hair? Sure as hell ain’t that thick skull of yours.”
“Fucking hell.” Steve breathes out, clicking his tongue, “What is actually wrong with you? Is it mental? Can you physically not stop yourself from harassing me?”
“Harassing you?” You gasp, shoes stamping onto the grass outside of the trailer park as you halt to a stop. “You’ve been whining about my walking speed since we stepped off your driveway! And, if you are even capable of memory, we can recall that you weren’t originally a part of this plan. And now you won’t even explain why you’ve suddenly decided to follow me like some lonely stalker!”
Steve sighs in a way that tells you he isn’t going to explain. Not yet. It was like you could see his mind shuffling through excuses that would just be blatant lies.
“I just-” He starts, but you raise your hand.
“Save it.” You scowl, shaking your head. “If you’re coming with me then we’re gonna walk at my pace. We’re gonna let eachother know if there’s danger, and we’ll fight it if necessary. We won’t talk, I don’t even care what you have to say anymore. I’m just looking to get through this day without dying and honestly, that’s a pretty high expectation to have considering I’ve almost been killed three times now, so… nut up and shut up.”
“Nut up?” Steve repeats with a smirk and you shush him.
“And shut up!”
You storm away from him and he rests his head back, staring at the sky that was slowly becoming consumed by dark clouds. ‘Why me?’ He mouths with a silent sob, adjusting his backpack and setting off after you.
Hopper’s cabin was located on the other side of the forest from the trailer park, past the Murder House people always gossiped about but never dared enter. You’d endured this journey many times since freshman year, continuously sneaking out to see friends that Hopper never deemed ‘acceptable’.
It should have been a straight path to the cabin, a shortcut through the woods that avoided all the main roads. It was easy.
Until stacks of fallen trees block your path, eyes widening with the sight. It was towering over you both, stretched out as far as you could see. Something did this; the marks on the trunk weren’t mother nature’s effect.
“Woah.” Steve comments, looking up at the sheer height of it. “That’s a lot of trees.”
You glance at him and he rolls his eyes, sarcastically zipping his mouth.
“My apologies, your highness.” He snarks, and you scrunch your nose at the nickname.
“Whatever, we need another route.” You say, gnawing your bottom lip as you think. “Okay, we either go down Kerly and cut across Weathertop-”
“Which will take us hours.”
“Or,” You continue, nodding to your right. “We go through the trailer park and pray that these trees don’t stretch across the bottom there.”
Steve takes a moment to observe the rows of trailer homes, assessing it with delicacy. It looked quiet. Almost too quiet. But he knew it would be pitch black by the time you reached Weathertop, and he didn’t want to be out here in the dark.
“Trailer park it is.” He sighs, swinging his bat onto his shoulder and walking with you down.
It looked deserted, some items of clothing and discarded kitchen utensils scattered across the grass. Most of the RVs were missing, too. They got out when they could. Or you hoped they did.
As you walk through, nerves alight and gripping the knife in your hand like it might slip away, you couldn’t help stopping to stare at an empty lot. Grass had overgrown the area, looking completely out of place amongst the sea of trailers surrounding it. Like nothing had ever been there before.
Steve almost didn’t notice you had stopped. He had risked a glance your way, curiosity setting in at your knowledge of this place, when he realised you weren’t there. There’s an initial panic raising his heart rate until he turns around, finding your fallen expression staring at an empty space.
“Don’t tell me these things are stealing trailers now.” Steve comments with a hint of amusement, attempting to lighten the mood. But you didn’t laugh.
“Let’s keep moving.” You whisper with glistening eyes. Steve frowns, staring at the overgrown foliage for just a moment before walking away.
Steve stayed silent after that, quietly observing you as you weaved between the mobile homes. You were rushing your footsteps, understandable considering earlier events. But it felt more like you were running from something else entirely.
From your quickened pace, you were both getting through the trailer park with plenty of time before nightfall. Although, guessing by the unnatural clouds forming above you, neither of you could really guess when nightfall would hit.
A twig snaps beneath your feet and you feel yourself go cold. But that wasn’t the sound raising bile in your throat.
Snarling echoed its way towards you, attracted by the noise. In a moment of instinctive reaction, you grab onto Steve and pull him around the closest trailer. You were fast enough to place your hand over his mouth, muffling his sounds of protest.
He held his breath once he heard it too, the uneven shuffling, a throaty growl. The thing approached into view, moving entirely alien; it was like it wasn’t used to the attached limbs. Whoever it was looked just like the others you encountered; black veined and dripping red.
The noises it made, low whimpers… it was close to being a cry of pain, but you figured it to be much worse. They were using it to lure in victims, trick people. Whatever infected them, it was smart.
Tucked away in the shadows, the figure didn’t notice you as it passed, you and Steve pressed together. But you didn’t move until the shuffling of dirt was out of ear shot.
Slowly stepping away from Steve, you peer around the caravan. It was safe. For now.
“Okay, come on.” You whisper, keeping close to the trailer walls and making sure to double check corners before moving on. Two unfriendly encounters were enough for one day.
Neither of you commented on the closeness of before but, then again, neither of you thought it wise to be talking right now. Steve kept close to you, keeping eyes on what could be approaching behind. You were both acting paranoid, but the paranoia was purely survival now.
Some clatter of cans kept ringing out in every direction, making you jump. Steve kept you moving, a guiding nudge with his hand on your shoulder. Usually, you’d be fuming at his man-handling. But you had to learn that you needed eachother right now.
“hey, stop a second.”
Steve whispered in your ear and you stop, turning to face him. He was staring straight ahead before catching your eye and raising an eyebrow.
“What?” He asks in a hushed voice and you blink.
“I thought-” You begin, but you don’t have time for his games right now. “Nevermind.”
He frowns at you as you turn back, assuming you were just hearing things now. The wind was picking up, maybe your mind was twisting the whistles into something more recognisable.
“we should take a break.”
“Why?” You respond almost immediately, confused at Steve’s suggestion. Again, as you turn around, he simply looks at you in confusion.
“Why what?” He asks, growing increasingly concerned. You looked like you had seen a ghost. “Y/n?”
“I think there’s a clearing in the woods.” You nod slowly, rubbing your eyes.
“Oh.” Steve peers around the trailer you currently hid behind and you were right. A spot that hadn’t been obliterated by fallen trees. “I don’t see anything tryna snack on us, so I think we’re good to go.”
You send him a look and he felt a little guilty at his comment. But you don’t say anything. Instead, you give a brief nod and start heading to the clearing.
Something didn’t feel right here. And the longer you stayed, the worse you felt.
It was a clear path directly to your target, far enough to need a sprint but close enough to reach covered ground before anything caught you.
So you run, hearing Steve’s footsteps blending into yours. You were mentally mapping out the rest of the route now, the bench that marked you were heading in the right direction.
Your feet had just touched the sheltered grass when something thumps on the ground behind you and you skid to a stop, eyes widening.
Steve was wrestling on the ground with a creature much bigger than he was. It must have caught him just before the woods, pulling him away. You raise your knife, charging towards it, until you caught sight of what it really was.
This thing was huge and bony, giant claws resting at the end of extended arms. It was grey, glinting in the light from its slimy, pale exterior. And its face was opening like a flower, roaring spit onto Steve’s face. You almost dropped the knife.
A faceless creature. A flash of grey. A scream. You’re stood there, frozen. Where is it? Where did it go? A ruffle of leaves. Was it real? Is it following you-
“Y/n!” Steve cries out and your blurry vision snaps back into focus.
Steve’s struggles were close to having no effort at all, the creature’s arm raising and pinning his head down to the ground, leaning closer, breathing on him. He should have been checking his surroundings, and now he was back to that night in Byers’ house. Except this time he was the one that needed saving.
A screech erupts from its mouth as it rolls off of him and he takes a painful breath, sitting up and scrambling for his weapon. He couldn’t find it. Steve whips his head to where the Demogorgon was snarling and his eyebrows raise.
You had scooped up Steve’s bat, knowing the knife wouldn’t fair well in this battle. It was this moment and this moment only you had ever thanked Hopper for making you take that baseball class in the summer.
But, as it uncurled itself from the ground where you struck it, that initial paralysing fear came rushing back all at once. It towered over you, at least a foot bigger. Its grey skin…
A faceless creature. A flash of grey. A scream. You’re stood there, frozen. Where is it? Where did it go? A ruffle of leaves. Was it real? Is it following you? Your feet thump against the ground. You shouldn’t be here. What happened to the scream? Why is it so quiet-
Steve thought it was going to kill you. A scream was rising in his throat, desperately searching for a weapon you had left him without. You were just stood there, staring at it with a horrified expression.
At the last possible second, after it had pushed its feet from the ground and lunged for you, you swung the bat across the side of its face, the head swerving away from you and sending it stumbling.
Steve took the opportunity then to grab your wrist and run, as fast as possible. These things were quick; he knew from experience.
As he pulled you through the trailers, you could hear it following you, bouncing off of the metal walls and knocking some things over. Your heart beat practically left a metallic taste on your tongue.
Suddenly, Steve tugs you to the ground, grabbing and pulling you towards him until you were both crouched on the ground, trying to control rapid breathing.
He watches as the Demogorgon crashes into another trailer, denting it with the force of the impact. Steve holds you there, begging that the forgotten ice cooler and armchair were enough to shield you both from view. Not that it had eyes, but he wasn’t sure how it could see. Maybe scent. Maybe something else entirely.
Neither of you dared to breath anymore, your shaking hand resting against his knee. You could just see its pale silhouette from the gap between chair and trailer, somehow making it worse. You’d see it find you first before you felt it. And that laced tears in your eyes, knowing one sound could be your end.
It was just luck that Steve happened to shift his arm and give you a better view of your surroundings.
You spot a familiar trailer and point to it, unsure if Steve would understand you. But his eyebrows raise and he’s nodding, searching the ground. A discarded tin can rests at your feet and he leans over until you can feel his breath on your cheek. Clutching it in his hand, he slowly moves away from you, finger against his lips. Then he’s crawling around the trailer’s edge and you’re left alone.
It took a second or two until you suddenly felt that pit in your stomach, panic burying into it. What if he left you? Neither one of you wanted to rely on the other, history creating this dent in your relationship that invoked a gag reaction just looking at each other’s face. Maybe he took the chance and just ran. Maybe you were going to be caught, and you would die here. Maybe-
You hear a distant clatter of a tin can hitting what you assumed was a window, the snarl of the beast chasing after it.
And Steve was quickly back at your side, reaching down to grab your hand and pull him with you.
Steve moved as quietly as he could as he ran with you toward the trailer you had pointed to, clicking open the door and gently pushing you inside, eyes only just catching the bald grey head in the distance before he shuts and locks it behind him.
Inside the trailer, you start tugging a sofa over to the door. The weight lifted once Steve was at the other side, helping you block the entrance. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to bide you time.
Once it’s dropped, Steve rushes to the windows, drawing the blinds and curtains shut. As he reaches for the one above a small table, he just catches the deadly figure running off into the woods and grits his teeth. Shit.
“Okay, bad news.” Steve sighs, stepping away. “It has just gone for a jog in the exact direction we need to go in, so…”
He turns to look for your unamused expression but finds you aren’t paying attention.
You’re sat on the floor, back resting against the wall with your eyes focused on the maroon carpet. You’re gently tapping your thigh, the other leg bent into a comfortable position. You looked worn out, and a little haunted.
Steve has seen enough to know how you must feel. Your whole world turned upside down in the matter of a few minutes. Things you had never seen would now be circling your mind for every waking hour and every sleepless night. You were stuck in this never-ending nightmare for the rest of your life, just like he was.
He silently slides himself down the wall, sitting in the space beside you. There was room for a whole other person between you, a comfortable distance considering how you had been avoiding eachother for a year now.
“Demogorgon.”
You blink, craning your neck to meet Steve’s eyes with a frown. “What?”
“Demogorgon.” Steve repeats again, tightening his lips as he nodded. “The thing out there.”
There’s a sense of disbelief in your stare. “Did you just name it after a DnD monster?”
“No, I-” Steve shakes his head before raising his eyebrows. “How did you know where it was from?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” You snort, turning your head back. “Fitting name, though.”
“Yeah, that’s Dustin’s doing. I think. One of those damn kids at least.” Steve’s smile feels a little sadder at the mention of the boy’s name. Dustin may be a little shit, but he was his little shit. The brother he always longed for on those nights with his parents, feeling lonely in a room full of people.
“Dustin Henderson?” You frown, and Steve’s head whips towards you. “Wait, why would he- You’ve seen this thing before?”
“Yeah, we- how do you know Henderson?” Steve’s thoughts are much too distracted to string a single sentence together.
“Answer the question, Steve.” You persist, shuffling your body to face his. “You’ve seen it before?”
Steve was hesitant since this whole thing began to tell you about that night at the Byers, or the exhibition in the tunnel. Any of it, really. Because he thought it would only scar Steve more with the memory. But, as it turns out, he desperately needed to tell someone everything that had happened before it consumed him entirely.
So that’s what he did.
It felt much longer than it actually was, the words spilling out of him like the cork had finally popped from the bottle of his misery. You were silent throughout, eyes widening at his stories, a few nods of understanding. In fact, it was the most quiet Steve thinks he has ever seen you be.
“So, yeah. We thought we closed the gate but, uh, apparently not. All of that just for this to happen.” Steve exhaled a long breath, head hitting the wall with exhaust.
When you didn’t reply, Steve turns his head to your buffering face. It almost made him laugh, but he figured it would only earn him a harsh punch to the shoulder.
“Yeah… didn’t realise how much information I’ve just vomited on you there.” Steve grimaced and you raise your eyebrows, nodding slowly.
And, against all his expectations, you raise your head and say:
“You’ve known this whole time and didn’t think to tell me?!”
He should have thought better than to think you’d be pitying him.
“I was gonna-”
“You were gonna?!” Your eyes were wide and a bitter laugh slipped from your mouth as you look away from him. “Fucking hell.”
“We were a little preoccupied!” Steve defended, gesturing to the front door.
“Not even one ‘oh, by the way, there’s this whole other dimension that these things are crawling through and you’re not actually going crazy’?!”
“Jesus Christ, this is why no one tells you things.” He huffs, crossing his arms.
“And Hopper knew?”
Your quiet voice caught his attention and he looks over just in time to catch you hiding your teary eyes, a rough swipe to rid them of existence.
“Yeah.” Steve said softly, sitting up straight. “He was the one who got Will back from the Upside Down. Made sure the girl was safe.”
“El.” You shake your head, eyes back on the carpet. “This whole fucking time.”
“He was just trying to keep you safe.” Steve offers, nodding. He remembered Hopper’s persistency on keeping you as far away from this as possible. “I mean, I can understand-”
“No, don’t you even dare.” You warn, pushing away from the ground and standing. You cross the space Steve assumed was a living room and clenched your fists. “You don’t understand. Don’t for one second think you do.”
“Believe me, you got lucky!” Steve found himself shouting and your mouth drops. He’s suddenly on his feet, chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. “I’d give anything not to have those memories! Do you even know how hard that has been? For all of us?! Having to fight these things and keep it a secret-”
“But that’s it!” You point out, glaring. “You had eachother! And I had no one!”
“What are you even talking about?!” He stresses, hands on hips.
“I saw it and no one believed me!”
Steve takes a step back, face falling but the scrunch still dented the space between his brows. “What?”
You bite your lip, looking away from him. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head profusely.
“Y/n.” He says sternly, regaining his position with a single step.
Everything felt deserted around him, leaving just you and him alone in this room. There wasn’t a war going on outside between people and monsters, or a fear thrumming in his chest of what could happen. All he felt was the pain radiating from your expression, a startling discovery of your past.
“No one believed me.” You whisper the same words, tears stinging your eyes.
A chill ran down Steve’s spine; he hadn’t been the only one struggling with a secret.
Chapter Four: A Girl Who Cried Wolf ->
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bropunzeling · 10 months ago
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Since you say you love to chatter, I hope you don't mind being asked a few questions :)
what's a scene/detail/piece of dialogue etc that you really wanted to include in [fic of your choice], but you couldn't find room for? here's your chance!
if you had to write an epilogue (or sequel!) to any of your fics (that you are NOT currently planning on writing an epilogue for), which would it be and what would happen?
for the ships you're currently writing about (and have written for in general), is there usually one character you like more than the other? (will you tell us who? has it ever changed?)
what's a ship/fic idea you want to read about but don't want to write yourself? maybe somebody will be inspired!
share anything you'd like about a wip!
aw thank you anon! especially for the opportunity to procrastinate on working on my current wip :) answers under the cut:
some dialogue that i ultimately cut from the spain scene in marriage bets where they were having tapas (originally there was going to be ALL this flirting over the tapas and then it went on too long so i got straight to the questions):
"You're not going to eat that?" "Hey, I tried it." "You're so American." "It's the texture--" "Such a wimp." "I'm sure plenty of people aren't into eating octopus." "Uh-huh."
if i had to write an epilogue or sequel:
oh gosh. i think a lot about the one where marriage bets matthew and leon get married for real for real, with suits and their families present and everything. it WOULD involve matthew finally telling brady that he was not, in fact, the first tkachuk to get married. the other one i think about is, of course, rat baby in a cup. she reigns eternal.
is there a character in a ship that i like more than the other?
i think it's hard for me to enjoy a ship where i don't actually like one side of it! that said, there are definitely characters where i find it much easier to get into their headspace than others. i've probably said this before, but leon is such a straight line thinker and so easy for me to get that for a long time it was hard for me to try and write anything from matthew pov because his is a little more twisty-turny. they're both equally complex! but it requires different skills to get the effect i want, which is normally the pov character not having a clue what the other one is thinking. it's a lot easier to have leon misreading matthew than the other way around. except now of course i've written a lot from matthew pov so finding my way back to leon pov has been a challenge.
a ship/fic i want to read but don't want to write:
god what DON'T i want to read. lmao. i would love for someone to write a good achy jamie/trevor post-trade fic. i would love for someone to write a long slow friends-to-lovers matthew/sasha fic! i would REALLY love a brady/quinn future fic. especially if it features divorced brady. i feel like future fic especially is a trope/concept that i just feel less comfortable writing so whenever someone else writes it i eat it up with a spoon :)
share anything you like about a wip:
well the wip is going SO SLOW and is VERY HARD for me because im challenging myself by writing a slow burn and cant rely on sex scenes to do the chemistry work for me this time rip rip. but here is a wee snippet:
“Draisaitl. Tkachuk,” Coach says, gesturing at the starting line.
Leon gets ready, bracing his stick over his thighs. He’s already raced Jordan and Gourde—beat Jordan, beat Gourde—but he hasn’t had to go against Tkachuk yet. Hasn’t had to do much of anything with Tkachuk yet. Yesterday they were at the other end of the line from each other, or opposite sides of the rink. It had lulled Leon into a false sense of security.
Now, though, Tkachuk is watching him with that way that he has, like—
One time, while making kebabs, Leon got a splinter from the bamboo skewer under his nail. It hurt like a bitch, had him cursing for five minutes until Jenna told him to stop squirming and tweezed it out. The splinter had been miniscule, almost impossible to see, and Leon had wondered how something so tiny could be so aggravating and painful, would make him do anything just to get it to stop.
That’s how it feels when Tkachuk looks at him. How it’s always felt. Like his gaze is digging in under Leon’s skin, until Leon’s entire body is red and inflamed. It makes Leon want to scratch at his shoulders, his chest, until he can finally tear Tkachuk out.
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microstmnt · 2 years ago
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Some more turtles, at this point I might as well make designs for every stage of their lives (dont tempt me into making a month by month progress of the Battle Nexus arc cause I will...)
Anyways, turtle tots time! Yes I mainly took inspiration from Rise, can you blame me? Their turtle tots are the best, unmatched character design
I’m not entirely sure I’m happy with those heights, and I cant believe I found myself googling “what’s the normal height for a toddler”, but here we are. As always, more tidbits under here:
A lot of non judgemental people helped Splinter during these times were he was new at being a dad and not having a proper home for the kids, providing them with important items such as food, clothes, blankets and even working equipment, most of the people helping them were people in similar situations to his
Leo: Probably because he’s the one that stayed as a turtle the most out of his bros he has more turtle qualities, such as suffering the cold or biting dad cause he doesn’t like being picked up, being the least fuzzy at bath time, putting bugs in his mouth... wait that’s just a standard toddler thing. He always seemed to be the responsible older bro, taking care of his brothers whenever Spinter had to go out on the surface in search of food, Leo was always reasuring his brothers everything would be okay. Part of Splinter panicked (probably the Yoshi part) about him taking so long to talk, but his rat nature knew that even if he didnt speak there were other ways to communicate with his son, Leo eventually did speak but it seemed that he had less trouble speaking with his brothers than to his dad, perhaps because he was not a turtle?
Raph: Oh boy, the twins were inseparable from a verly early age, Splinter’s guess is that it’s because they might be from the same clutch, or perhaps simply cause they look alike, whatever the case they like to switch places, to the point Splinter decided to keep track on them by color coding them, letting the boys pick their colors (not that it worked, they simply switched bandanas and clothing and Splinter still had a hard time telling them apart). He always had a bit of a temper, whenever he played with his brothers he found that he lost patience and control more easily than his bros, wich often resulted in him either pushing his brothers, hitting them (like kids do), or crying, sometimes all of them (especially if Leo was involved, cause if he got pushed he BIT back lmao), single dad desperatly looking for anger issues books on garbage bins. Doesnt remember the time he got lost at all, maybe it left some trauma, but if it did he buried it deeep, Splinter never forgets (or forgives himself) for this
Donnie: One neat little trick Splinter found to pick them apart was to take a look at their bandaids, Raph likes to draw on his, while Donnie keeps them plain (wich by the way he doesnt need the bandaids, he just puts them on so its easier for them to switch and harder for Splinter to realize, little shits, how do you explain to toddllers that bandaids are not that easy to find? lmao), from very early on it was clear that Donnie was not neurotypical, everything in the sewers was too much, the smell, the noises and vibrations from everything above them, constant humidity and weird icky textures, Donnie was constantly overstimulated (god even thinking about it, it would be a nightmare to me), and his only known coping mechanism was crying, Splinter could only calm him by hugging him to his chest, or burying him in blankets, it wouldnt be until much later after meeting April that Donnie would learn about autism. He fixed (and broke...) everything electrical in the lair, he learned basically through trial and error but thank god he’ a fast learner. When he was like 7 he got in a bit of an accident (jackass moment probably...) that broke part of his front plastron, and even tho it was a rather traumatic experience Donnie remembers it fondly, since Raph in his panic of not looking exactly like his twin brother proceeded to do the exact thing that Donnie did and also broke his plastron in (a miracle) exactly the same shape Donnie did.... Dad understandably distraught
Mikey: BABY! Loves being picked up (to this day, but he’s grown a lot so not a lot of people can), being the youngest he always followed his brothers on all adventures, and being the youngest he got excluded from said adventures like 80% of the time (cheers to being the little sibling), initially Splinter was just going to have the twins color coded, but when Mikey saw color he instantly wanted to participate, so his dad decided to have all his sons be color coded. Social butterfly, often talked to the other rats in the sewers, believing them to be like uncles and aunties, was the one more influenced by what he saw on tv and the one that made the most questions about their situation (Spinter sweating bullets), he might have got them in trouble with a sewer crocodile due to his social nature when they were like 9... but Splinter would never hold him accountable for that, maybe just a little talk about stranger danger... Used to wear mostly dresses as a kid (actually, skirts with holes for arms, everything else was too big, I imagine not a lot of people dump toddler clothes but I might be wrong)
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cryptictongues · 10 months ago
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wip tag game rules :
post the names of all the files in ur wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send u an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips!
Thank you for tagging me @pinkkittysaw for allowing me to share my ideas publicly LMAO
Would like to note that I don't usually create titles until I finish something!
Tagging whoever wants to partake!
Joshua Rosfield x Leviathan!Reader (Chaptered): Reader and Joshua were betrothed to one another at a young age until the fall of Phoenix Gate. 18 years pass and Reader is the ruler of Aquaos, a safe haven kingdom for war refugees and bearers. 
Barnabas Tharmr x Leviathan!Reader (Chaptered): A love story that turns sour (Thanks Ultima boooo)
Clive Rosfield x Flower!Reader: Throwback to when Clive had his brand removed and reader took care of him. 
Modern AU: Reader and Clive are actors, and don't know what's real and what's not on set. NSFW
The Waloedian Witch: Witch!Reader finds Clive washed along the shores of Waloed. She takes care of him so he is strong enough to get back home. Unrequited Love AU
Gav x Reader Friends to Lovers AU: Everyone in the Hideaway knows you and Gav like each other… well except for you and Gav.
Clive Rosfield x Flower!Reader: Clive comes back to the Hideaway after Origin to find out you left. He stops at nothing to find you. (I'm writing this one now YAYAYAYAYAY!!!!)
Ignis Scientia x Rockstar!Reader: Ignis never thought a woman like you could fall for the likes of him. You could say the same about him. 
Cidolfus Telamon x Reader: You are Cid's second in command at the Hideaway. The both of you tend to butt heads and it all comes to a head when Cid comes back from the one place you both swore never to return to… Waloed. NSFW
Barnabas Tharmr x Reader: you and Barnabas commence a marriage through a blood oath. Things get horny. NSFW
Clive Rosfield x Flower!Reader: Clive teaches you how to wield a sword. NSFW
Barnabas Tharmr x Reader: Barnabas decides to punish you the only way he knows: strap you down and make you cum until you are a mess. NSFW
Clive Rosfield x Reader: Clive avoids you like the plague and you have no idea why… that is until you see him locked down in the dungeon: Ifrit Rut fic NSFW
Cidolfus Telamon x Reader: Cid accidentally invents a vibrator. He wants to test it out. NSFW Crack fic
Clive Rosfield x Reader: Clive and Reader get heated in an argument, with the reader telling Clive how much she hates him. Clive decides to how true that statement is. NSFW
Moulin Rouge Roxanne inspo: Reader and Cid are in love, but Cid has to watch her entertain Barnabas.
Clive meets an older woman who would end up being an important figure in his life. Mother Figure!AU
Barnabas Tharmr x Reader: A fic based on the lyric “Always an Angel, Never a God” from the song "Not Strong Enough" by boygenius
Clive Rosfield x Reader Office AU: Clive is the CEO of Hide, Hideaway industries, and while visiting his brother's building, he sees Joshua has the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on as his secretary. NSFW
Clive x Princess AU: During Clive’s time in the Imperial Army, he is given the task to escort you, a princess from the Northern Territories, to the Holy Empire of Sanbreque where you will wed Prince Dion. NSFW
Beware the Eikon of Death: You, the immortal Eikon, are put in charge of guiding Dominants to their peace for their life after death. 
FFVII Remake x FFXV Crossover with Ignis Scientia x Reader relationship: Reader runs away from her past after the incident in Altissia only to find herself on the other side of the world in Midgar. Years have passed and she is now part of the splinter cell of Avalanche, but still has dreams about her past and her lover, which comes back to haunt her.
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lycanthropiclesbians · 5 months ago
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Hi!!! Just binged all of Know This, and I am really really enjoying it. Your writing is gorgeous! Very emotionally nuanced. I'm curious what the title refers to or comes from? And how you come up with titles for individual works or chapters?
Oh my god, I cannot begin to tell you how happy you've made me. I woke up to these notifications and no morning has ever been so good, probably in all of human history. Thank you SO much!!!
The main title know this was actually originally meant to be a placeholder title while I found something better! I was just sick of calling it "my Foot!Leonardo AU" LMAO. But then I never found anything better and it stuck.
It comes from one random line in IDW, when the whole reincarnation plot is being revealed (Issue #5). Just this promise of revenge that really stuck with me, for whatever reason. The cycle of revenge is a hugely important part of the story, especially Splinter's role in it, and this is kind of representative of that.
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It is also, in part, a reference to The Last Ronin. Ronin has this book of Master Splinter's teachings, and on the very last page is "no peace." But he changes it to "know peace" before giving it to his protege, representing a break in the cycle. (This screenshot is also from Issue #5.)
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But our turtles aren't knowing peace, certainly not yet! They're knowing this--war, loss, grief, etc. They have not broken the cycles of abuse and vengeance. They are still heeding Master Splinter's (or in Leo's case, Master Shredder's) every teaching, for better and for worse.
As for the titles of individual installments, honestly, they're mostly just strings of words that pop into my head. Sometimes I use titles to hammer down on themes I'm trying to hit in the narrative--uncaring god, for example, is meant to stress how the Hamato turtles (have no choice but to) elevate Splinter to a kind of untouchable god-figure, what with him being their teacher and only caretaker, and you know how abuse can be. (Side note: there is a nebulously-upcoming installment that will, if I can do it right, talk more about this same concept on the Foot side of things...)
I also sometimes choose lyrics for titles. I have a handful of playlists based around this AU, and one of them is just for imaginary animatics LOL. So that comes in handy.
Anyway. Thank you SO MUCH for this ask and showing such interest, I seriously cannot tell you how good it makes me feel!! I am going to reply to your comments now! :DD
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katebishopofearth · 5 months ago
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20 questions for 20 writers
tagged by @wheelsup-sevenup
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 69 (nice 😏)
2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 317,923
3. What fandoms do you write for? Marvel (mostly ironwidow) and Our Flag Means Death. I have some Clexa fics from back in the day but haven't written for the fandom in years.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? i'm kinda surprised by these but i guess that older fics and multichapter fics have more time to accumulate kudos? - Something Worth Living For (2498 kudos) - A Night of Drunken Revelry (564 kudos) - iron masks and spider kisses (534 kudos) - Broken (485 kudos) - The Art of Taking a Blade (461 kudos)
5. Do you respond to comments? YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES. I try to reply to every comment because each one is literally the best part of my day.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oof. The shit I've put Natasha through lol. Probably falling. which is Natasha reflecting on her life as she falls to her death on Vormir. dream. is also up there, it's about kid!Natasha learning to love Yelena as a sister.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? "happiest" is not quantifiable lmao. In the context of canon, maybe Something Worth Living For, it was cathartic and healing to give Clarke and Lexa their happy ending.
8. Do you get hate on fics? Yup it's happened a handful of times, luckily few and far between, but they always feel like getting a splinter stuck in my skin for days afterwards.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I've written light smut of the sapphic variety. I'm ace so smut is never about the sex for me, it's about character dynamics, power and intimacy. For example, the (non-explicit) sex scene in iron masks and spider kisses is about Toni baring her deepest secrets to Natasha and letting herself be vulnerable with her, and Natasha's acceptance of Toni's scars and past.
10. Do you write crossovers? Nope. My brain doesn't work that way.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I think that some of my very early ironwidow fics have ended up on Wattpad :/
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yup I've written a few early ironwidow fics for a challenge waaaaaay back in 2014, with the talented @auripigmentum, @kuailongs and SatinSatire. They helped me find my footing with writing ironwidow: Chemical Reaction (Tony gets kidnapped, Nat comes to his rescue), Never Simple (Natasha finds out secrets about her own past, angst ensues), and Good Intentions (speakeasy era AU that still lives in my head rent-free)
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? i'd be lying if i said anything other than ironwidow. It's the ship I keep coming back to for over a decade.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh god. The teen vigilante Avengers AU I was writing in 2014. Idk if it'll ever see the light of day but it was my all-consuming pride and joy for months.
16. What are your writing strengths? idk, you tell me. probably putting characters through angsty situations lmao. Also action scenes (thank u Warrior Cats).
17. What are your writing weaknesses? actually writing lmao. It's hard to get into the mood/mindest for writing. Also writing multichapter fics – my attention span isn't built for anything longer than a 5+1.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I rarely do this because I know that code-mixing (mixing two or more languages when speaking) is incredibly nuanced, varying depending on language, context, and individual speakers. I pretty much only do this when the character canonically code-mixes in speech, and I try to stick to how they would speak, in order to sound as natural as possible.
19. First fandom you wrote for? Warrior Cats when I was about 12 on deviantart. Good times.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Oh MAN. It's hard to choose a favourite child. I don't think this is my most well-written fic, but the question is asking for a favourite fic not a well-written one, and it's probably iron masks and spider kisses. I loved exploring fem!Toni, and her relationship with her gender and femininity. It's a specific flavour of ironwidow that I haven't found in many other fics (tho there are a couple out there that definitely influenced how i wrote this fic). It's also truly a labour of love – I started writing this around the time Endgame was coming out, and wrote it over a time of enormous change, angst and upheaval in my life.
This was so much fun! I love talking about my writing haha and sharing older fics.
Tagging: @queeenpersephone @autumnwoodsdreamer @missmacfire also i'm realising that i don't remember which of my mutuals is a writer (it's 1 am u can't blame me for this) so if you're a writer – especially if you're on the OFMD fic server – consider yourself tagged!
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cherryslyce · 2 years ago
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Enjoy the second to last HC's, bubz. Who knows... The anon to lovers pipeline sounds kinda in rn..
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*in bed*
Reg: So. Just to clarify..You actually like me right?
MC: No, I kept a portrait that kinda hurt to have in my pocket which gave me splinters btw, around for years, got devasted by the demise, slept in said portraits room as a source of comfort, went all the way to NORWAY at the off chance something could be done for said boy in portrait, went into a creepy cave, nearly died, did a ritual, all because I can't fucking stand you.
Reg, contemplating: ..you were in my bed before marriage? 😙
MC: You kinda make me wanna drown myself.
Reg: I thought we established it's too soon for those-
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Reg, panicked: YOU SAW VOLDEMORT IN THE CAVE?
MC, crying: YEAH HE WAS SO FUCKING UGLY.
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Sirius: There is no fucking way.
Harry: There is definitely a way and fucking is likely involved.
Reg, unfazed: What was it you say birdie.. No bitches? 🤔
Sirius and Harry: Fuck this combo. Fuck this combo. FUCK THIS COMBO-
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Blaire: Nah you better be fucking forreal.. FIRST YOU ANSWER MY MOM BEFORE ME, LEAVE ME TO FEND FOR OUR CHILD AND NOW YOU GOTTA SICK VICTORIAN CHILD LOOKING BOYFRIEND? I'm having a moment. Oh i'm have a serious moment.
Reg, coughs: Wrong brother to be having a moment with.
Blaire: Girl, you BETTER be joking.. 👁️_👁️
Mc: I think I'm going to pre-maturely die now. I wish you the best.
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Kreacher: MASTER REGULUS HAS RETURNED AT LAST!
*Reg holding MC's hand*
Kreacher: WITH UH.. THE BLOOD..THE BLOOD PLEASER..?
Sirius, behind them both, disgusted: You know, I know you don't know what you're saying and you're aiming for better than blood traitor but you could have said literally anything else. Anything. God.
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I have so many.. thoughts. feelings. headcannons. but rly, I want to say thank you first. I've had a pretty rough month and my highlight was always getting to read Second Son. Reg always was a soft spot of mine but your characterisation was probably as close to how I imagined it. When the 3rd last chapter came out? Girl, I was in a boba shop, moral supporting my friend and he thought I was delirious CUZ I WAS GIGGLING. Of course, I'm sad it's come to an end but your journey as a writer sure as hell hasn't thus I'm super excited for you new work!! I hope you're proud of the series because not only were you delivering so often, you rly made all our days when you did. I'm wishing both sides of your pillow are how you desire them to be..
All the love, beloved hc anon 💌✨
My lovely hc anon <33!!! The anon to lover pipeline is def in<333 !!!!
Regulus would definitely be up at ungodly hours just contemplating that kind of stuff (poor reader, but same Reg). Also LOL, reader was more disturbed by Voldemort's snake face than anything else (like reader definitely gets nightmares of that moment at the cave still).
Regulus and Reader would literally drive Sirius up the WALL, like they give him and James a run for their money. +++ I'm so dead LMAO, you captured Blaise's humor perfectly, that is something he would definitely say in his head while plastering on a wide grin !
BLOOD PLEASER. I LOVE that omg...Kreacher is trying to be better, but he would most definitely come up with the most absurd nicknames ever.
I'm so glad that my series has been able to lift your spirits, my dear!! And I must thank you as well because your hc's always made my days so much brighter and really helped bring the characters to life!! You are truly one of my most beloved anons on here, and I really am going to miss these messages <33! I went into this series not expecting much, but I'm so overwhelmed by the kind words I received, and I starkly remember the first ever hc message you sent me. I was just blown away that someone would take the time to do so much for the series, and I truly want to thank you <33!!
I'm excited for the journey ahead and I hope to see you around !! Wishing you a lovely day/night wherever you are !!
-cherry <33
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tervaneula · 1 year ago
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It's 1.4k but why did i felt it's longer? It's beautiful and oh my stars am in love with those smitten goofy goobers💙🤍
I don't blame leo for begin in love with Usagi's touch, i believe a rabbit fur is itself heaven's touch! So for him to put Usagi on his lap (best place btw) is understandable 💙
But poor little mikey is what am feeling him, you don't miss with a hungry person ask me - the hungry person begin me - and he had to wait for like.. 30 minutes? Bruh if i were him i'd order and leave those 2 doing god knows what (hint; cuddles, cuddles and much more cuddles).
Usagi getting shocked to see the turtles retract to their shells was actually funny, imagine this happened when they watch horror movie, Usagi will not be able to sleep for a while. (May i say how much i love how he says " oh my stars "? I actually love it).
Finally after cuddle show ended, they can go grab food and when mikey took the sword i was surprised " wait i thought leo can teleport only " but he failed miserably, obviously LOL.
I must say i didn't except this type of chapter but didn't thought i NEEDED it oh my lord thank you so much for blessing me with it 🩷🩷🩷
I think my favorite was their noses touching each other because i see it as a cute couple move 💙🤍
Oh goodness yesSSSS RABBIT FUR IS SO SOFT AND FLUFFY 😭
I might have been projecting because my cat has super soft fur which I love sm and cuddling him reminds me of the fur of a french lop I had years and years ago so obviously Leonardo loves it too lmao......
And yes omg Mikey was at the end of his rope there, he definitely had to wait for longer than just thirty minutes and I feel so bad for him but the comedy demanded it ahjasgdhj
I'M SO GLAD YOU THOUGHT YUICHI GETTING SPOOKED BY THAT WAS FUNNY I was almost cackling out loud while writing that part :D Yuichi got lucky to witness it before any horror movie nights that's for sure lmao (and I love to make him say oh my stars THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPYYYY IT'S SO CUTE)
Since Splinter is able to use Leo's sword and make working portals, I thought that the rest of the family would like to try their hands at it too but unfortunately Mikey isn't very good at it yet XD
BUT GOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! I'm incredibly glad you enjoyed this little extempore story and left another amazing comment srsly I love these I love YOU and the nose touch is my fave too ;_; These peepaws can fit so much adorableness in them
(i'll make a proper post for it later but the fic is also on ao3 now)
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