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lordfreg · 2 years ago

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💙Leonardo Hamato💙

Valentine’s Day Gift to all my followers! Thank you for supporting me! (NSFW under the cut so if you��re not into that you can skip!!^^)

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“I saw this flower and thought of you…”

💙DATING HIM💙

-the talkative type, he’s slim and muscly. Insecure about how he appears so please give him words of affirmation.

-he’s kinda awkward when first into the relationship, he really doesn’t know how to act, he’d watch a lot of rom-coms to try and get an idea of what to do

-cheesy pick up lines, like more cheese than a quesadilla

-flirting is a big thing for him, it always takes a leap of faith and he basically holds his breath and chokes while trying to flirt at all ; “ar-are you a baker..? Because you have some nice buns oh god—”

-training and sparring are also a HUGE role in the relationship, he loves to fight and train so he might become absorbed in his sparring

-he can’t really take you out on “dates” because, well, he’s a giant mutant turtle. But he’ll try his best to compensate.

-he loves plants and will probably treat you like one(😭), always petting you and making sure you have enough water

-he’s a DEFINITE malewife and will try his best to take care of you; though, it can come off as overbearing because he acts more like a parent then a boyfriend

-personal grooming at self care are a big part of his life (especially after everything that’s happened to him so far) and WILL rope you into his self care habits as well ; that means meditation, training, talking about your feelings and talking about any problems that may arise.

-Cuddling. Oh. my. GOSH. Cuddling!! Please hug him, and kiss him on the forehead and rub his shell

-He likes to alway be touching you somehow; hand on waist when standing next to you, head on your shoulder when you’re relaxing, interlocking pinkies when just chilling; but he’s ALWAYS somehow touching you (sorry if you hate touch, he’ll be respectful an try not touch you but no promises!!)

-He loves to garden so you’ll probably be in the Botanical Gardens a lot; he’ll want to spend as much time with you as possible with you and he’ll probably say something cheesy like “You’re the most beautiful flower in the garden, Sunshine”

-He’ll sneak you into places you want to go. Too expensive? Don’t worry, Leo knows a back way in (he’ll also leave money if there’s an entrance fee or you guys take something)

-PET NAMES!!! He LOVES pet names; will call you anything that fits the scenario; kidnapped? Princess. In the garden? Sunshine, flower, ladybird. In a ninja suit? Masked Angle. Gaming with Mikey? Player #1. Whatever the occasion, he has a name for you.

-overall, he’s the best boyfriend that will MAKE SURE you take care of yourself and are happy.

💙NSFW💙

-he’s SUPER vanilla; he’s never even heard of a kink so don’t get your hopes up if you’re into that kind of thing

-he would be VERY flustered all of the time, he’d bury his head in your neck and moan if you’re riding him.

-he starts out as dominant, but as you will soon find, he is very much not. If you look at him the wrong way he’s melted.

-this poor man; if you’re naturally flirty, prepare yourself. he will try so hard to match your energy it’s kind of sad.

-grinding is a big thing for him; just to be able to stare into your beautiful eyes as you pleasure yourself on him makes him so, so happy.

-he’s so flustered, the first time. he’s scared he’s too big, and then you reassure him that’s he’s fine. he’ll be so hesitant to touch you at all, this boy cannot handle even a thigh touch. like, once you get him hard, he won’t know what to do with himself.

-if you so much as make A, ONE, flirty comment, remark or gesture, he’ll go up in flames and think about only that for the rest of the day.

-he’ll try his best to pleasure you; even if that means kinks. he’ll be whatever you desire at the moment, he’ll do it. he’s mostly in it just to be with you, but if you want to pleasure him as well, just kiss him on the forehead and tell him he’s the most handsome boy in the world.

-now; we should probably actually talk about him. he’s pretty big, being the most human-sized one. he’s absolutely perfect, not too long, not too big; but amazing for a fucking. but he won’t call it that, he’ll call it “making love”. he want to love you fully and with every inch of himself.

-aftercare is a big thing for him; feeding you, watering you, making sure you feel loved and safe. even if it’s just vanilla, he’ll still tell you over and over again that he loves you.

-he’s more of a moaner then a grunt or churr-er. he’ll try to keep everything in, but this experience is just too pleasurable!!

-he’ll want to make it as enjoyable as he can, for both of you<333

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💛Notes💛

Yeah, sorry it was short, i’m going to be posting and writing the rest throughout the rest of February 🪄👍 (I am very tired)

#tagging all my followers #happy valentine's day #tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt b&b #fregart

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tera-91 · 8 months ago

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More word salad

I know I just posted today, maybe yesterday depending on when I decide to post this. I was torn. What should I do with my time? If the last several days were any hint I probably wouldn’t be getting to sleep anytime soon.

I could be productive. I could go to my computer to do one of many things.

I could edit my youtube videos. But Im stuck. The video Im working on got a little garbled. The video is there but the audio is either lost or im not sure where it goes as I recorded it in several sessions. Unfortunately, I cant scrap it as it is part of a series and the remaining videos I recorded follow that. Should I just skip it for now and at least get the follow up videos edited?

I don’t really want to do that as I just spent im not sure how long. At least a few hours recording more of the series today. Im a bit spent on the topic.

I could go to my computer to work on another project but that would require talking. There is so much background noise as I live with other people. It wont work. Or at least I feel like it wont. That and I don’t really feel like talking in general. Its times like this that I wish I lived alone. I could make sure there was no background noise. Or at least no one would ask me why Im up at 3 in the morning talking to myself.

I could go to my computer to write. Which I am doing that but I mean should probably work on scripts. I want to do other content than what Im doing now and it would require scripts. Ive done it before but it takes so long to write, check over the script, record it, edit the audio as sometimes its takes a few tries at a line and then edit the video. If I did that I would only release a video every month, maybe every other month. Which doesn’t work for building a channel.

I could write a story. But what kind of story? I feel like I haven’t watch sanders sides in such a long time. Or at least I feel like I have lost touch with how I feel the characters personalities are like. Same thing about the ninja turtles. Its been forever and a day since I watched any of the series. Or the movies. It makes me want to just go on my phone and go down a rabbit hole of watching those things over again to get a feel of the personalities. But do I want to do that? I want to get off of just watching endless videos and get productive. Or do I write it anyway? I remember seeing stories before where the author puts ooc for a particular character. Specifically saying that the character is written in a way that is not how they are written canonically. Maybe I should just do that.

I might do that after I finish writing this. Hey at least over 500 words is a start at something. Even if it is just a word salad of a map in my brain. A map that has been ripped to pieces and somehow transferred to there pieces of paper so some things are inverted and one is trying to put it back together. Probably by the time I am done with this it will be nearly 800 words. A thousand if I am lucky. Something to get my brain started. I loved writing out quick stories thinking they would just be 800 words or less and then they turned into 1500, 2000, sometimes even over 3000 words.

I read nearly all the stories I posted on here today while I had to wait for something. It was as if those words didn’t come from me. Like I wasn’t the writer and I was reading the story for the first time. Im not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing. Like I remember writing them, the titles familiar and all but its like I cant believe I wrote them. I don’t know where they came from. But the mild EMBARASSMENT I felt. Maybe its not embarrassment. Im not completely sure of the word but I felt I guess like I shouldn’t be reading them in public even though theres nothing bad or risqué in them. Although some spelling mistakes I realized while reading them were completely embarrassing. But the fluffiness of what I would write. I have no idea where that came from or how to get back to it. It almost made me feel sad. Or maybe disappointed too. The amount of time that has passed. Seeing comments of people wanting to be tagged in a story. I feel like I let them down because I didn’t continue with it. If I continued with it or even started it over and tagged them would they still be interested?

Wow writing that all down makes it sound like I am so sad or depressed. Hell I might be a little depressed. Mostly just disappointed maybe of where I am. A little frustration to. Feeling like my hands are figuratively tied. Wanting something so bad while not wanting it at the same time. Like Im self sabatoging myself while still wishing I had something that I currently don’t. But I swear I am not in the sense that Ive dealt with a time before that was worse than this. I mean literally depressed that I didn’t take a shower but once a week, just went to school and didn’t do nothing else with my days but do homework and laid in my bed. I just feel that if I don’t write this and post it I haven’t done anything. I haven’t started anything. These posts are nothing but pebbles to be moved out of the way so that larger mind boulders can be set free. To open a flood of stories and motivation that I know I have. I feel like I have lost my place but I want to get it back. I want to get myself in a better situation. Don’t get me wrong my situation is not bad I know people have it worse. I just want it to be what is better for me. I have been off and on writing a book for a long time. Longer than I want to admit. I met an author last year. I was lucky to ask for advise and get an answer. He said that I need to bury that book. Write a million words. Come back to that book a better writer. Im not sure how many words my other post was but this post will be atleast another 1000+ words towards that one million. Stream of consciousness writing to figure things out.

Well, I hope everyone had a good April 1! It is so hard to believe that it is April already. Pretty soon it will be my favorite time of year. Here comes the spooky season and no one can tamp down my excitement for what is to come in the fall. If I could I would live where there is perpetual fall weather. Halloween town if it was a physical place I could live. Play almost nothing but spooky season movies and tv shows. Oh you best believe that Lisa Frankenstein is a current fixation of mine. As soon as that comes out on DVD I will have my hands on it so fast and it will be on repeat for DAYS. I will probably watch it the first oh 10 times it plays and about every third time after that at least until Beetlejuice Beetlejuice comes out.

#tera-91 #sanders sides #tmnt #writing #rant #rant post #vent post #venting #blog #thoughts #feelings #inner thoughts #stream of consciousness

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morlock-holmes · 1 year ago

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I wanted to emphasize that I really don't disagree with the OP; it's a tremendously important point.

I just feel that the allistic people who say it almost universally underestimate the scope of the problem.

Suppose I was learning English as a second language, and I say to you, "Hey, how do I make plural nouns?"

You might say something like,

"Well, there's no single one way to make a plural noun. English is kind of irregular about this and it's going to depend on the specific noun you mean. In fact, even native speakers will often use the incorrect plural when confronted with an unknown noun."

Everything you just said is 100% true.

And I have no idea how to make a plural noun.

And what happens when I listen to enough English and realize that in the vast majority of cases adding an "s" onto the end of the noun is correct, and in the minority of cases where it isn't correct people will understand what I mean and be able to correct me?

I have experience in this:

I'm going to be pissed off at you for your utter inability to speak clearly about something that you actually know about.

Here's a story:

Once upon a time, back in, oh, 90 or 91, I would have been in first or second grade, and I was standing in line at school singing a song from a My Little Pony cartoon that I liked. Another boy asked what it was about and I told him and he and another boy made fun of me for liking My Little Pony.

Now, we live in more enlightened times; when I talk about that with people today, they say that's very sad and those boys shouldn't have done that.

I have never, ever, not once in my life found an allistic person who was surprised by that story.

Because, at least in my memory, and in the memory of dozens of other similar incidents, I was surprised! After all, we talked about Ninja Turtles, why shouldn't I talk about another cartoon that I like?

And hey, you allistic people didn't get the rulebook either, there's no consensus in America, so I bet, like, at least half of you will be as shocked as I was back then? You'll be just as surprised as I was that boys weren't supposed to like girl things, right? And how come that second boy joined in? Isn't it crazy that I found two little boys in 1990 who thought it was funny for a boy to like My Little Pony even though they didn't have any kind of rule book either?

Funny how that kind of thing doesn't actually play out that way.

Funny how I keep running into situations where everybody tells me that there's no consensus and no rulebook but somehow 90% of the people I meet act the same in that same situation.

It's funny how often I meet people who tell me that I don't even need to be looking for a rule or pattern because there aren't any and then, 10 minutes later, tell me what an outlier I am, and that maybe I should consider trying to fit in a little more.

By funny, I of course mean god damned infuriating. Sometimes I want to hit people about it.

America has, genuinely and truly, way less consensus on what "appropriate" behavior is than it did 60 years ago. The scope of appropriate behavior has also expanded. When my dad was a kid random people would give him shit if his hair was shaggy enough to grow past the ears. Today I work in a formal restaurant and wear two foot-long braids and nobody bats an eye. Honestly even in my childhood society was so sexist that I am surprised that I've gotten nothing but compliments.

But what has also happened, and there is profound denial about this, is that when people do have concrete expectations of others, they are much worse at articulating those expectations than they used to be. There is more expectation that you conform yourself to the expectations of others by intuiting those expectations, rather than having them explained to you, even in cases where they can be easily explained. There is a profound discomfort, on the part of allistics, (Particularly younger and more left-wing allistics) with articulating what they expect from the people around them.

I cannot emphasize this enough: This is the case even when the allistic person in question has incredibly concrete expectations.

My autistic peeps, I have one bit of advice for you.

Be extremely selective about who you accept social rule feedback from.

Most autistic folks I know tie themselves up in knots, trying to figure out this social rule book that everybody else seems to have gotten, that they didn't get. In fact a lot of the "rigidity" that I see other therapists complaining about can be put down to the natural effects of people trying really hard to find one goddamn rule that will stay put.

The thing is- most people walk around as if they have the one universal, unassailable, common-sense rule book for social interaction.

And they are utterly full of shit.

In the US in particular there is incredibly low consensus about how people should behave. Just go post on twitter about whether it is or is not rude to wear your shoes in someone's house, or as a 70 year old and a 20 year old about phone etiquette. That's before we get into other demographic differences. Don't even get me started on "professionalism".

Neurotypical people get that feedback to, but are, on average, way more able to flag it as either 1) a rule for working with that person/similar people 2) bullshit. NOT as a universal rule they should have already known, that they should feel bad about not already knowing.

The number of things that people actually universally agree on is really low.

So when people give you feedback that the social rule they expect you to follow is obvious, they are often being a total dick.

Ask questions, look for patterns in specific settings, and make sure you've worked on your values enough to have a reasonable ecosystem of guiding principles.

But remember that nobody has that rule book.

#autism #allism #philosophy #history

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emilycollins00 · 4 years ago

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A3! As quotes my students say

🌸 Spring Troupe

Sakuya: “I miss hugs, when this is over we should do a day just for them!”

Masumi: *In the middle of being scolded* Okay, but I just want to say you have beautiful eyes, you can keep going now”

Itaru: “I hope I don’t go to hell for killing so many people in videogames. I enjoy it too much to stop.”

Citron: “I’m so excited to work on the grand fiber!” They meant finale, directly translated

Chikage: “Liars don’t actually grow their noses, just look at me”

Tsuzuru: “What, we have more things to do? Wow I can’t wait to retire”

🔆Summer Troupe

Tenma: “Do we really need to learn to add or take to use money? I’m going to pay with credit cards”

Yuki: “Want me to show you how to snap in french? They do it different, like, with better style”

Muku: “I was nervous, but I didn’t let my sad win!”

Misumi: “What if ambulances lie and turn on the sirens, but they are just going out for lunch triangles?”

Kumon: “It's hard to breathe with the mask but it's better than dying! Also we turn into ninjas turtles”

Kazunari: *Showing two almost connecting fingers* “See? They aren’t really touching, so we are safe from this becoming a mess!”

🍁 Autumn Troupe

Omi: “What if... we just throw all the anger out of the windows?”

Juza: *Discussing ideas for a tragic story* “...What if someone ate every candy in the world? *pauses and looks stressed* like EVERY last one.”

Banri: “If you ever have to confess something bad wait until you’re sick. They won’t yell and if you get grounded boom, you’re sick so you can’t do anything anyway.”

Sakyo: *Lots of noise around* “This place is a mess but between you and me I kinda like it here... Don’t tell the others though, I have a reputation”

Taichi: “I really hope everyone that watches us think we’re cool”

Azami: “You better wash your hands or I’ll throw my shoe at your face and it’s not clean at all”

❄ Winter Troupe

Tsumugi: “After coronavirus is over I’m for sure deleting zoom at home”

Hisoka: “Sorry, can't concentrate this morning because I'm thinking about my bed”

Azuma: “It’s nice to enjoy things you’re good at, like being human”

Tasuku: “We are making stuff up, but at this rate it could be real”

Homare: “My art, my rules. It’s going to look magnificent!”

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Some might not fit the best, but because I actually have a little notebook with these I thought why not share it over my break.

Hope you all have a wonderful day! 💕

#A3! Actor Training Game #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#a3 act #a3 #a3 troupes

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gainaxvel3o · 3 years ago

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Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is awesome and here is why

The finale to Rise of the TMNT is so bombastic, exciting and heartfelt, it could pretty easily fit into a Studio Trigger anime! I had my doubts watching the series, but the finale put a lot of things into perspective, now I think it stands alongside it’s brothers as a worthy incarnation in the franchise.

My favorite thing about Rise of the TMNT is how interested it is in shaking up the mythology, often adding or twisting things to it’s own liking. Most of it’s new additions turned pretty great, I love the Yokai underworld and the larger focus on mysticism elements; Baron Draxum and Big Mama, plus the new mutant villains like Hypno-Potamus, Warren Stone or Repo Man, turn out to be pretty good villains, while characters like Senor Hueso or Todd being fun new allies that I hope they make it into more TMNT stuff in the future.

The twists to the Turtles dynamic leads to pretty interesting versions of Raphael and Donnie; since Raph is the leader for much of the show his anger issues are pushed to the side to focus on him more as a big brother figure who worries about his siblings and having to make the plans, which is pretty cool. Because Raph is nicer, this means that Donnie ends up having to act as the more abrasive one in the team, I found his ego to be fun and having a more rounded personality from the start as others took time to be more fleshed out. Mikey’s the same as ever, maybe played more naively since the Turtles are jokier than normal, but I’m mixed on Leo. I like the idea of Leo starting out as lazier than the others to later step up his game and become the leader, but aside from a few stand out moments he never quite gets to that point where you go “oh yeah, he deserves to be the leader” not to mention that Donnie already has the ego going for him.

One of the big changes to the series, one which would define it’s identity and themes, is to Splinter. At the start he seems like a lazy bum who watches cheesy movies to pass the time. This characterization put people off at first... then we see the extent of his backstory and he becomes a much deeper character. Hamato Yoshi, unlike his other incarnations, wanted nothing to do with his legacy. He ran away to America and became an action star to carve out his own path as Lou Jitsu. Things got worse for him when Big Mama kidnapped him for the Battle Nexus, forcing him to fight for years without end, then kidnapped AGAIN for Baron Draxum’s experiments, before ultimately winding up in his current rat form. As this is revealed, you get a clearer picture of Splinter as a sad wreck who truly did his best to raise the Turtles... then when push comes to shove, he steps up to better train his sons for the threats ahead while also learning to let them be more independent against the expectations thrust upon him in his youth. Splinter becomes a cool character on his own and you can see how the Turtles end up reflecting aspects of his personality.

These new elements end up working so well that you kind of wish they hadn’t included more familiar stuff like the Shredder or the Purple Dragons into the mix. Don’t get me wrong, most of them work okay and they do their best to make them different but for me at least I wish they kept the focus more on the Yokai stuff. I’d say that the series isn’t one someone should binge all at once; there is continuity, but the episodes are designed to be stand alone compared to more serialized storytelling you might be used to seeing (example, the 2012 TMNT series). Not all the jokes land, nor will all the reinventions necessarily work for everyone, but when it does, it really REALLY does.

Rise can be a bit off putting at first, but by the end, it really grows on you and leaves you wanting more. And we are getting more with the movie on the way. Maybe this will lead to more seasons? I hope so.

#Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #TMNT #Leonardo #Raphael #Michelangelo #Donatello #Splinter #Hamato Yoshi #Baron Draxum #Cartoons #Yokai #Youkai

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molzies-fanfics · 4 years ago

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Cruisin’

A/N: I’m really glad for my first Leo one shot that someone gave me the basic plot points because honestly writing for Leo is gonna go one of two ways for me, I’m either going to write him super out of character (or base him off of OOTS which might not be the best idea in my opinion) or it will be in character for this type of fic and you guys will like it. But I promise I’ll get better at writing for Leo either way.

Updated A/N: I ended up writing so much for this but I’m so happy with what I wrote even if it is a little out of character. (2979 words)

Leo x female!reader

Requested by: @iamcheese13

Leo had made a habit of trying to leave without anybody noticing and hoping to god they just assumed he was in his room, meditating. But Donnie had knocked on his door and opened it to see if he was there to only come up empty three times this week. THREE TIMES. It was incredibly unlike the fearless leader to just vanish without telling the rest of his team, his brothers, where he was going. Raph knew how brutal he was whenever he came back from a trip to the surface by himself, it was like Leo was the mother hen but no one knew who would tell him off. Splinter? Yeah but it wasn’t like Leo was actually doing anything wrong.

Going up to the surface for a breath of fresh air wasn’t against the rules or whatever. It was the part about not telling his family that stuck out. Eventually even April and Casey started to notice that they saw less and less of the blue banded turtle. Suspicions were starting to grow and it just got to the point where they knew they had to follow him. If he was going out almost five times a week? Something was definitely up.

Following him down to the docks? It was a bit unexpected but it wasn’t like they knew where he was going. Stalking a ninja without being noticed was the hard part, with all the falling behind they did (especially with April and Casey) it was surprising that they hadn’t lost Leo at some point. Watching him walk into an abandoned warehouse was even more sketchy than they thought, so his brothers assumed that he was either being black mailed or he was dealing with crime directly…by himself.

A couple minutes passed and they saw a young girl, around their age, jump down from a boat and make her way into the warehouse with a bright smile on her face. Raph was having none of it, “What if she’s working for the foot?” he whisper shouted to his accomplices. It was a reasonable question, but as far as the brothers knew, Leo was alone with that girl in there.

*Leo’s POV*

I had been meeting up with her for a couple months now, meeting her by accident when I was out by myself one night near the docks. I liked to stare at the water to help me calm down and this was after a particularly nasty fight with Raphael. Next thing I knew, the wooden roof underneath me had gave way and I blacked out. When I woke up she was there, hovering over me and tending to what little wounds I had. She had somehow managed to carry me to her boat and had me resting on her sofa bed.

The way she looked at me wasn’t with fear or hatred, but concern and dare I say kindness. I learnt that her name was Y/N and she had loved the water all her life, when she was a kid she’d tell grown ups she wanted to be a mermaid when she was older. She loves all marine life, she told me turtles were her favorites, which (almost embarrassingly) made me blush. Hopefully I don’t think she noticed.

We became friends and for some reason I wanted to keep her friendship to myself. Which led to the sneaking out, not telling my brothers or my father where I was going, who I was meeting and why I went I meet them so often. You see, Y/N lived by herself, she didn’t have many friends in the city and all she had was her boat and everything on it. I barely fit under the deck so we ended up meeting in a warehouse nearby, it was warmer and had a lot more space.

Seeing her almost every day helped me regain my belief, that what we were doing for the city was worth it. That even when the people we saved ran away screaming, it was okay because they were safe and not everybody was going to be accepting to who we are or what we do. Even if all we did was help from the shadows, at the end of the day it was better than nobody helping at all.

But tonight? I wasn’t expecting things to go differently. I was expecting an easy going conversation with a girl that I considered as my friend…and nothing else! Nope. But no, my family had to step in at some point. I just wasn’t expecting it to be so…awkward.

“So I told her that yes I do live on a boat but that it’s also none of her business!” Y/N was rambling about how her day had went, especially since she’d ran into someone she had known from high school. She had only graduated last year but nonetheless she wasn’t comfortable with people judging how she lived her life. “Good for you.” I chuckled warmly. Watching Y/N talk had slowly became one of my favorite things, maybe it was the way she described things or how she moved as she reenacted scenes but all I did know was that she looked beautiful. Wait, what?

A sharp tone sounded from Y/N’s bag, taking the irritating device out she answered it. “Oh! Hi Mom.” She blushed as she turned to face me, indicating the door she mouthed to me ‘Is it okay if I take this?’. I nodded, as if she had to ask, I knew she didn’t talk to her parents that often so who was I to say she couldn’t take a phone call?

Shooting me a bright smile before she scooted out the door, she gave me a small wave. I was still waving back even after she had closed the door. What was I doing? All we ever did was talk but I found myself wanting…more? God, just having her as my friend was enough and I was grateful for that but it felt like I had known for a long time that I was looking for a lot more than friendship. Maybe this was why I had kept her away from the others?

*Third person POV*

Crawling through one of the many warehouse windows, the others gazed down at Leo. He was alone and looked a bit…sad? Raph couldn’t help but feel like he was right, maybe the girl was working for the foot and had only just revealed it to Leo after he had given her all the information. On the other hand he should probably check in with his brother before jumping the gun, like he had ever done that before? There was something about how Leo was holding himself that made Raph think twice.

Jumping down, the others followed, with Casey falling into a pile of boxes becoming a clear indicator to Leo that he was no longer alone. Shooting up from his makeshift chair (a crate) Leo skittishly met the eyes of his brothers. “Oh-Hey! Hey guys…what’s up?” Blushing all kinds of shades of green, Leonardo internally face palmed at how he handled their arrival.

“What’s up? What’s up! You have been leaving the lair without telling us for months Leo! Months! We’re worried! That’s what’s up!” Raph yelled. He may not have jumped the gun but he still had a right to be angry. “I’ve…I’ve been busy Raph.” He mumbled pathetically, embarrassed. “Busy? How can you be busy? You haven’t got many hobbies besides taking down the foot! So unless you’ve been doing missions by yourself I want to know exactly what you’re doing?! No excuses!” Raph questioned harshly, Donnie and Mikey just looked disappointed with April and Casey awkwardly standing there witness the family argue. Well, one-sidely argue.

“I…met someone.” The leader muttered, hoping it wouldn’t go as badly as it had so far. “Oh you mean that girl? Who is she? Do you even know Leo? She could be working for the bad guys did that even cross your mind?!” The ran banded turtle accused. “She’s my friend and she saved me! If she was our enemy she would have left me! Or she would’ve hurt me by now, she wouldn’t have let it go on for this long!!” He finally snapped, not wanting Raph to turn his anger to Y/N. She didn’t deserve it after all she had done.

“Look bro just because you got a girlfriend doesn’t give you the right to just flake out on us and not tell us.” Mikey rubbed his arm, sad that all of the lying had to lead to this (but realistically how else was it going to turn out). “Mike I never meant for-wait you think she’s my girlfriend?” Leo’s blush returned in full force. The fact that other people saw it too made him think he wasn’t going crazy? “Well she is. Isn’t she?” April perked up.

“Uhhh-” Before Leo had a chance to explain the warehouse door creaked open. “Hey sorry that took so long my mom wanted to tell me about…macarons?” You seemed to question yourself as your eyes met the three other turtle men and two people. “Um…Hi?” You waved awkwardly, making your way over to Leo. “You didn’t tell me there were others like you?” You laid your doe eyes on him and all of a sudden it felt like his legs were made of jelly.

“Um, I didn’t know when to bring it up?” His voice squeaked as he smiled uneasily. “Well anyway, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you!” You beamed as you looked back at the turtles, making eye contact with the one that seemed to be glaring at you. “Huh, I’m sure you’d love for him to tell you everything wouldn’t you?” Raph snarked “Raph don’t.” Donnie finally spoke up. “No, maybe I should because nobody else will, not even Leo! Who’s supposed to be our fearless leader. It’s ridiculous! He’s so distracted he has no idea if she’s gonna stab him in the back or not.” Donatello glared at his brother as he made his argument right in front of you.

“Wait, you think I’m going to betray your trust?” Turning back to Leo, you needed to know if this was true. “My brothers do. I don’t think you would.” You could tell he was being sincere by how he was looking into your eyes. It made you want to melt. “Hey! Don’t group us into Raph’s spiel! We don’t even know her yet. Besides I don’t see why this is so different from when we met April and Casey.” Mikey reasoned. “Mike’s right. I’m April by the way.” She shook your hand, smiling warmly. “I’m Casey.” He introduced by waving behind the reporter.

“And I’m Michelangelo! Leo’s younger brother and the best looking of the group!” He winked as he slung an arm around you. Jealousy flared up in him for a moment, he shoved him off of you. “Sorry about him, he doesn’t know personal space is a thing!” He growled at the orange banded brother. You laughed at the interaction, “I didn’t know they were your brothers! That’s so cool!” Placing a hand on Leo’s arm you watched him calm down at your touch.

“Anyway I’m Donatello, some would say I’m the brains either way I’m far more intelligent than these knuckleheads.” The purple banded turtle quipped before Raph could throw a punch at him. You were still a bit nervous about him, he clearly didn’t trust you and was very protective of Leo and his family. “Don’t worry, if the others are okay, Raph will be too. He just needs time.” It was as if Leo could read your mind. With the amount of time you two had spending together lately, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had picked up on your mannerisms.

*a couple hours later*

“I mean…it wouldn’t be all that bad if Leo brought you by the lair sometime. Maybe even meet master Splinter.” Raph admitted. You’d thought it would take a couple of days, months maybe to earn even a shred of trust. Although the way you treated and held yourself around his brothers convinced him that you didn’t have a malicious bone in your body.

“Thanks Raphael.” You smiled politely, trying your best to not show how tired you really were. The others had called it quits for the night after hanging out for a bit, dawn was almost here and the turtles couldn’t be seen in daylight hours. “I’ll see you all soon, alright?” Patting down your pockets, you started to back away, double checking you hadn’t forgotten anything. “Aw hell yeah! Next time we see you, we’re playing Mario kart ‘kay?” Mikey pointed finger guns at you before bounding away. “Sure!” you giggled.

Donnie nodded, bowing slightly before walking alongside April and Casey who were yawning, leaning against each other. “I’ll walk you back to the boat.” Leo offered, giving you that smile with all the warm feelings behind it. “Thanks.” You grinned back, kicking the snow in your path into the frigid water below. Living at the docks was usually cold, but with Leo around it made you forget how alone you were, how cold reality was. You wish he was around more often but after tonight you realized how much he had given up just to come and see you. Even though what he did was wrong it made you feel…special, like you were special to him.

“Is it true you snuck away from your family just to see me?” Curiosity boiled over, the look on Leo’s face confirmed it. He felt guilty, you know that, but had it been worth it? “Yeah…it’s true. I just, didn’t know how to tell them…how to tell you, I can’t even imagine what master splinter would say if he found out I got knocked out so easily and was rescued by…you.” It seemed a bit back handed the way he had phrased it, like his father wouldn’t like you, but the way he had said it was completely different. His whole demeanor had turned soft and a short walk felt like it lasted an eternity.

When you reached the boat, facing him before saying goodbye, searching for the words you knew you had to say. Leo beat you to it. “I don’t want to make anything awkward between us after tonight. I hope you know that the last couple of months have been really…special, to me. I just want to know if they’ve been special to you too.” He admitted albeit sheepishly. “Of course they have Leonardo. I don’t think I could ever be awkward around you, if anything you calm me down. Even that night when I found you out cold in the shed, I knew I should have been panicking but knowing you needed help, my help, calmed me right down. Somehow I found the strength to get you back.” You let a little laugh, feelings bubbling beneath your words. You just wondered if he felt it too.

“I’m happy to have you in my life and I knew that meant introducing you to my family eventually. I just wasn’t expecting it to be in the form of an interrogation.” You both burst out laughing at that one. Starting to see color in your peripheral vision, you knew the sun was waking up. “Leo tonight was awesome, I don’t mind that you kept your family a secret, for whatever reason. Besides I look forward to beating Mikey at Mario kart.” Chuckling uneasily, you didn’t want to say goodbye, even if you were going to see him the next night. It had become less and less easy as your feelings towards him had grown. He gave you a half smile before stepping forward, the beginnings of sunlight glinting in his eyes. Your heart rate picked up as you realized you were practically chest to chest. “I’ll see you tonight.” He breathed. You could…you wanted to, but was it the right moment? Of course it was, but you could tell he was nervous underneath. His eyes were searching every other part of your fave besides your eyes and…lips. “See you.” You whispered slowly, dragging out the moment.

That was when his eyes met your lips, his head tilted slightly, sun rays creeping dangerously up his skin. All it took was breaking down the last of your resolve and trusting your toes to carry you the rest of the way. It was a brief brushing of lips, eyes meeting before he wrapped his arm around your back, his other hand cupping your cheek. He was surprisingly warm, each kiss told you that, even with your eyes closed you could tell he was smiling. He was buzzing with such happy energy. Wrapping your arms around his head in a prom-esque kind of way, you leaned into him, soaking in all the warmth before he pulled away for air.

You could see the sun rising in the blue, but you knew he was staring at you. “I really wish I didn’t have to go right now. I wish I could stay.” Leaning his forehead on yours, his hands on your hips now. All you could do was smile up at him. “Just think of it as something to look forward to tonight.” You smirked. “Heh, I tried to tell Mikey that I wasn’t ‘cruising’ or whatever but I realized tonight I kind of was.” He flirted back, kind of. “You tell yourself that honor boy, I’m the one who found you in the shed.” You laughed before giving him a gentle push.

“See you.” He pecked your lips again before finally separating from you. “See you then.” Beaming, you stepped onto the boat, watching him jog away with a wide grin on his face. Before you knew it he was out of sight and you were doing a little victory dance.

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bitchardhendricks · 4 years ago

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Well I’ve Never Been to Heaven (But I’ve Been to Oklahoma) pt 17

I know it’s been a terribly long time since I last updated - to be frank, the last couple of weeks have been almost too full to bear. Wife and I foster dogs through a local shelter, and our most recent was a hospice foster whom we had for the last 6 months (aka all of quarantine and beyond). He finally declined to the point that we had to make the call, and we said goodbye to him last weekend and honestly? I’ve been too sad to do much writing or thinking about writing, because this loss, even though it was an expected one, has left a massive hole in my heart. Unrelated, but I am now in the remote wilderness of Colorado in a cabin for Wife’s 30th birthday - essentially sheltering in place, but with a hot tub and mountain views. It finally feels a little easier to breathe and the getaway has done me a lot of good. Here’s an extra-long update of Tulsa fic for an extra-long wait. I hope you all are taking care of yourselves out there and giving yourself breaks where you can. Catch up on past entries here, and come say hi and tell me about the pets that you’ve loved.

***

When Richard opens his eyes on Saturday morning with his face smushed against his pillow he suffers a dizzying moment of time travel - he’s in his childhood bedroom wearing one of his old high school t-shirts and seeing his Ninja Turtle sleeping bags rolled up on the floor. But there’s no Big Head playing N64 at the foot of his bed, and his sheets smell like detergent and some familiar floral scent he can’t quite place, not spilled Red Bull and teen boy sweat.

He flops over onto his back and closes his eyes for a moment, breathes deeply through his nose. Hears his sister’s voice, teasing but not mean: mooning over someone, that’s what he looks like. His mother’s voice. He’s a million miles away, like always. Jared’s voice, hushed in the dark. All I wanted was to find a place that I belonged, where I was wanted. Isn’t that what Richard always wanted too? Jesus, how many nights did he spend in this room, in this bed counting down the days until he could finally fucking escape, trying with all his might to think himself away from this place. “Creation is an act of sheer will,” after all.

And what did you create, Richie?

You made a shitty music player that no one fucking wanted, and you gave away your one good idea to your competition. What does that leave you with - a great company name? Shit, if Jared hadn't seen the potential of the algorithm, you wouldn't even have a company. Jared sparked the idea for middle-out. Without him, you wouldn't have middle-out, you wouldn't be a CEO. You wouldn't have anything at all.

Maybe Jared knows what he's talking about.

***

Diane’s already awake, a coffee cup cradled in her hands at the kitchen table, when Jared carefully and quietly emerges from Richard’s bedroom and shuts the door.

“Mornin’ sugar,” she whispers and gestures for Jared to sit next to her, which he does. "I didn't expect anyone to be awake yet on a Saturday. You must be an early riser, like me. Here, sit you a spell, lemme grab you some coffee. Did you sleep well?” she asks, as she gets up to fetch him a mug of his own. This force of Diane's maternal energy continues to catch him off guard, and he reaches for an answer like a man in an unfamiliar hotel room groping for the light.

“Oh yes, they were all nightmares I’ve had before so I knew my escape routes. I feel fresh as a daisy!”

“Mm, that’s good,” she replies, sounding far away as she rummages through a cabinet and pulls out a mug, then pads over to the coffee pot to fill it. “You take cream and sugar, sweetheart?”

“Black is fine,” Jared says, and gratefully accepts the cup she offers him. It says HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY in comic sans font surrounding a faded photo of the entire Hendricks family, sometime in the mid-90s from the look of the boldly patterned oversize knit sweater on Steven and the perms sported by both Diane and Caitlyn. They’re standing in a verdant field in front of a split rail fence, Steven and Diane in the back, Caitlyn and Richard in front; Richard is a skinny, coltish boy, those auburn curls still a riot around his head, his father’s hand clapped firm over his left shoulder.

“Somethin’ wrong, sugar?” Diane asks him, and Jared startles from his reverie. He shakes his head, quickly takes a sip, “Mm, no. This is good, thank you, Diane.” He tries very hard not to think about his strange, alien presence in the warmth of this woman’s home, with her powder blue terrycloth robe and her commissioned family mugs. They sit in silence for a moment, listening to the birds chirping outside the kitchen window.

“Jared, honey, can I ask you somethin’?”

“Of course,” Jared says, caught off guard. His fingers play with the collar of his plain white t-shirt.

“Richard has always been...sensitive. He acts standoffish, but he - he takes things hard, you know? I thought he might grow out of it. He was such a sweet little boy...used to pick dandelions for me on the way home from school, almost every day. Can you believe that?”

Jared looks at the unabashed grin on 9-year-old Richard’s face, standing in a field and squinting into the sun, laughing with his family. He can believe it. “Yes,” he says, but Diane doesn’t seem to really hear him as she continues.

“But you know, high school and hormones, and my lord did that boy get moody!” She laughs a little, but it sounds sad. “I just...ever since he went off to college, I feel him slippin’ further and further away from me. Does he - well, what does he say about us, exactly? Does he ever talk about us?”

Jared’s expression must reveal more than he intended, because she nods before he can speak. “Ah. That’s what I thought.”

“But it’s not,” Jared hurries to reassure her, “I don’t think it is what you think. Richard doesn’t talk about his past really, or anything altogether personal.” Except this weekend, his mind whispers and he tries not to flush. He’s full of stories this weekend. And those long nights in the garage, in the bathtub, in bathrooms of VC offices; all those fears, all those anxieties. It feels so terribly personal, but listen to what his own mother is telling you and give up all those fantasies that it could be anything else - it’s just business, Donald. He rushes on, “You have to understand, Diane, the tremendous pressure he’s under. There’s not really time or, or room for - “ but he falters, unsure how to proceed when he doesn’t really believe what he’s saying.

“Oh I know, he’s busy, always so busy. Off being a big shot CEO, I get it. I just wish...” she shakes her head, looks down into her coffee mug.

“I know you must miss him terribly,” Jared says, grimly picturing the ragged hole in his chest that would remain if Richard ever left him behind.

“Sometimes I wonder if...does he hate me, Jared? Is that why he won’t come home?”

“Oh gosh in heaven, no!” Heedless of houseguest decorum, he places one of his hands over her smaller one on the table and squeezes in an attempt to comfort her. Her only crime is loving Richard too much, an infraction he is all too familiar with. He can’t help but offer her a balm to soothe, even if it’s not his place. “He misses you, and he loves you. I think...I think Richard is someone who tends to live inside himself a great deal, and doesn’t always pay attention to the effect he can have on other people.” Jared can feel his ears pinking, but he soldiers on. “He’s like a shark, always moving forward, never pausing to rest because he has to attack the next problem and the next. And while that means he can stay focused on creating wonderful things, it also means he doesn’t always notice the little remoras swimming around him, taking care of him so that he can keep on swimming and avoid deadly parasitic infections.”

Diane looks at Jared, her face drawn and tight, an expression so like her son’s face when he’s working out a problem. Her eyes search his, and for a moment, Jared has the terrible urge to shrink before her, a child under scrutiny. “And is there someone,” her voice falters, “takin’ care of him?”

He’s caught, his heart thrumming like a rabbit’s in a snare, but he’s helpless against those wild blue eyes, and he nods.

“And is he happy?” She has turned her hand so that her fingers are now clutching at Jared’s, feverish. A woman holding onto a lifeline.

Jared wants to say yes, wants to say it’s terrifying and exhausting and every day is an uphill climb but we are building something magical together and he wants to say I am doing everything I can to make him happy because he said no to Gavin’s money and I didn’t know people could do that. What he actually says is, “I - I want him to be.”

She searches his face, her expression unreadable, then releases Jared’s hand immediately as Caitlyn pads down the hallway in an oversized OKC Thunder t-shirt and plaid sleep pants, yawning loudly. “Hey, mama, did you make coffee?”

#silicon valley hbo #sv squad #jarrich #jarrich fic #jared dunn #richard hendricks #sv fic #my sv fic #Well I've never been to Heaven

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imma-lil-teapot · 5 years ago

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TMNT 2003/2k3 Headcanon: Crying - (Leonardo)

Feel free to scroll past this first part if you’re not interested in my silly rambling and nonsense. I won’t mind. Promise. ;)

Okey-dokey then, with the global epidemic that is the Coronavirus well in action and most of the world stuck in lockdown (starting this Friday for us too), felt like getting the ‘ol creative juices flowing with a little headcanon-y thingy in preparation for -possibly- more fandom writings to keep myself busy during the house arrest (well... it kinda is!) and hopefully my mind off all the bad news. :(

Also, this is totally my first one on the blog! WOOT! Please bear in mind that I’m SUPER rusty! Haven’t written in ages so there are bound to be typos and all matter of general errors scattered throughout the post. Don’t pet them! They bite!

Anyhoo~ Despite attempting to create and share with the goal in mind to uplift spirits, I decided to start on a rather upsetting subject (PLEASE DON’T LEAVE! They end on happy notes ;) ) because, Imma just come and say it, I enjoy seeing my favourite characters shed tears (not for just any old reason -their personality plays a huge role in this- and CERTAINLY not for sadistic reasons, land sakes no! But... well, you’ll see~ ;) ) It makes me all gooey and fuzzy inside to see them display such raw emotion and I just wanna leap into the TV screen to hug and console them. I dunno why. Maybe I’m nuts like that. (Remembers Raph crying at the farm when Leo was badly injured and wishes she could just hug them all and take away the pain) Oh well, if you enjoy visualizing the same, then *High Fives*. :)

So yeah, if you read the title, you’ll know this is based on the 2003/2k3 series (my favs). Hope you all enjoy~ :D Grab tissues cause sad turts ahead! :’(

Jibber jabber stops here~

TURTLES~

LEONARDO - You are here

RAPHAEL

DONATELLO - Coming soon

MICHELANGELO - Coming soon

WARNING(S): Because of the subject, Angst and Hurt/Comfort will be present.

RATING: G (General)

WORD COUNT: Don’t have the foggiest.

ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD:

And apparently gifs too, so without further ado: (Completely unintentional but in actuality, totally intentional rhyming)...

TO THE HEADCANONS~~~~

~LEONARDO~

-- It’s no easy feat to make the leader in blue turn on the waterworks. Leo won’t cry for any old reason. It’s not because he has no emotions, far from it, but being the leader of a small ninja clan -who happen to be family as well- is no easy task in itself: he has a lot on his young shoulders and deals with many issues on a daily basis few his age ever have to.

-- It’s because of these reasons that Leo doesn’t cry often. One of the lesser likely to out of the four brothers. But when he does, it’s an emotionally distressing sight to behold.

-- Leo tends to cry whenever those closest to him -namely his brothers, his father/master and truest friends- are severely injured or are in a dire situation. Remember his angry/moody arc? The thought of losing any of them causes him great pain and distress, especially if he were the cause of any of it, and when that happens, he can’t stop the dampness that forms around his eyes and soaks into his mask.

-- He’s not fond of crying, especially in front of others, even though he fully comprehends its normalcy. He feels he needs to be everyone’s rock, their fortress of physical and emotional stability to turn to for strength when things get rough... So when the tears start to fall, he feels he can’t show them, can’t allow them to watch him crumble under the gripling weight of helplessness and anguish.

-- He frantically wipes at his eyes and desperately attempts not to sniffle, but it’s a hopeless battle, for his tears are already a steady stream.

-- He’ll try to hide when possible, usually retreating to his room to allow the worst of the emotions to spill over before returning to the others... Though he may be in there a while: when Leo lets his emotions go, it can be just as powerful as his red-banded brother’s rage.

-- He spares no time in making sure the coast is clear for the tears are already streaming by the time he reaches his futon, and there’s no stopping them now as he lets himself drop to his knees, only halfway onto the mattress. He purposefully leaves the room unlit, cloaking his form in the darkness.

-- He sniffs a few times as he shuffles up against the wall, sitting upright against it, bringing his legs up and hugging them loosely and droops his head against a single knee pad.

-- His voice desperately wishes to escape. To express its misery. But he won’t allow it to, often placing one hand over his face in a bid to quell the sadness and remain silent in the battle against his own inner turmoil. He refuses to let anyone see him in that state of utter sorrow and vulnerability.

-- He whimpers ever so slightly and coughs a few times as breathing becomes difficult. He knows this episode won’t be over any time soon. Fortunately, he keeps some tissues next to his bed for such rare occasions and tries not to blow too loudly. He thinks back to the last time he cried so hard... It’s been a while. It felt like a build up.

-- Time has been forgotten as he’s lost in deep thought. By the time he slips a hand across his eyes, only the material of his mask is still slightly damp. He clears his nostrils a couple of times before considering whether he was ready to return to his family. He’d of course straighten up his bedding beforehand, and would also require a trip to the bathroom to wash his face. A true ninja leaves no evidence.

-- Leo tries to put the horrifying images out of head before leaving his quarters. He doesn’t wish to be weighed down again and thus maybe cause his emotions to come out a second time. He knew someone would catch on that time. Instead, he holds his head up high, focusing on the there and now to carry him forward.

BONUS EXTRA~

-- Failure is also one of his greatest foes. Leo despises it, but not in the irrational sense; he fully comprehends that in order to grow, one has to lose in order to learn and thus, succeed in turn, and while it can frustrate him when he’s unsuccessful at mastering a martial arts technique for example, he understanders it’s part of the process and that no one’s perfect.

-- It’s when his slipups could spell casualties or death to his family and/or friends is when it weighs down on him like a boulder strapped to his shell.

-- A really big one.

-- And it hurts. So much so that it causes him to become despondent and often teary-eyed when no one’s looking.

-- Boi Bloo might also cry from especially sad movie scenes. He gets seriously into the story, and when the scene is just right -perfect music, perfect timing etc.- you may just catch Fearless with watery eyes.

-- He can’t help it. After all, he’s a leader, and very caring and kind-hearted individual, so movies showing children or anyone/anything defenceless getting hurt has him not only visibly upset, but also angry at the cause. He’s a softie like that.

-- He won’t have a meltdown, of course, but the tears are definitely there. Just don’t tease him too much; he’s easily embarrassed by it. ;)

BONUS EXTRA EXTRA FEMALE READER OR S/O EDITION~ (Can also use an OC/FC insert if you wish, up to you)

You had figured something was up by the time you’d finished greeting everyone in the Splinterson household except for the Turtle you’d long to see most and he hadn’t made his presence yet known.

The idea that he must’ve been practicing or meditating swiftly vanished when Mikey told you he’d been in his room in the dark for the past few hours. “The guy hardly ever naps, and even so, never this long.” He’d told you. “I dunno, (Y/N), we were about to check on ‘im when you arrived, but maybe you should be the one to. Think he’d really appreciate it.” And there was absolutely no argument from your side as you were already making your way up to the room.

You didn’t know what to expect as you neared the doorway. Could he possibly still just be sleeping? Meditating in the dark instead of his usual spot by the training area? Or... was he sick? The latter now had you concerned and you picked up your pace... Only to pause mid step when an unmistakable sound reached your ears: a sniffle.

Had it come from within his room? It was the only logical explanation as everyone else was downstairs. You were truly perturbed now as you stood outside the doorway and called out the ‘eldest’ Turtle’s name.

There was some shuffling to be heard but you were unable to tell for sure what he was doing -probably trying to neaten up his bed- “(Y/N)? Just a second, okay?” he responded in a rather awkward verging on frantic tone, and you were certain you heard another sniffle escape him.

That, along with the way he’d replied really didn’t help to put your mind at ease. “Leo, are you alright?” Nor was the pitch blackness in which he remained concealed in.

“Yeah, just... l-looking for something.” There was some more shuffling as if to prove his point, but you were having none of it.

“Then maybe this,” you began, turning around to flick the light switch, “will help?”

“No! Wait!” But it was a split second too late for as soon the brightness illuminated the entire room, you had caught the telltale signs of an emotional meltdown in progress plastered on his face before he quickly turned away and briskly wiped an arm across his face, attempting to hide the shame... or perhaps embarrassment?

“Leo...?” your heart and voice softened, “Hey, what’s wrong?” You automatically walked to him, closing the gap he was now trying to form.

“Nothing,” he lied, and acknowledged it was a fruitless attempt but still couldn’t stop himself. Autopilot panic mode was enabled now. “It’s nothing.”

Unfortunately for him, autopilot mother hen mode was activated for you as you reached with both hands to his carapace and shoulder, gently turning him to face you. “I can see that it’s something.” Your words were gentle, and you wanted nothing more than to take away his pain. “Look at me, Honey.” His body was turned but his head remained to the side. It was clear he didn’t want his obvious distress on display, even to you. “Please, Leo?” You tried again, and slowly but surely, his eyes met yours, and you felt your heart sink further.

The fabric of his mask was wet and eyes were still red with fresh tears that threatened to fall. He appeared so broken and helpless as he stared at you, and even though he uttered no words, you could practically hear him despairingly ask “Is this what you wanted? To see me at my lowest?” from his expression alone.

Never had you witnessed the leader of this band of mutant brothers cry. At times you had wondered if he ever did, and yet here he was; the incredible pillar of strength and dignity you had come to know and adore, in tears and so dejected that you couldn’t stop your own eyes from becoming damp the more you gazed at him. “Oh, Sweety...” You whispered as you felt your soul shatter. It was too much to bear. You slowly wrapped your arms around him, one around the midsection and the other over his shoulder, and buried your face into his leathery neck, offering every ounce of comfort you could muster.

It didn’t take him long at all to sink into the embrace and return the action. Beyond the point of concerning himself with showing the pain he felt -or the wetness now soaking into your shoulder when he placed his forehead against it- he sniffed and finally allowed the tears to fall once again as fresh waves of emotion surged throughout his body.

And this time, he couldn’t keep the whimpering to himself.

“Shh~ It’s okay, it’s okay,” you soothed, lightly patting and rubbing along the scutes of his shell as he weakly sobbed, finally letting go of all the sadness that gripped him.

You weren’t even aware of what was wrong, and you most likely wouldn’t find out til later once he calmed down, but right now, he just needed you to hold him. Hold him until the hurt was gone... And so you would.

AND THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE!

ALL THE FEELS!! I EMBARRASS!!

OMGosh, this turned into a monster! The mother of all HCs!! :O No seriously, this wasn’t meant to be this long! I was suppose to squish all four into one itty bitty little post, but then it just grew... and grew... and GREW! Personally, I blame the Reader Bonus but I’d be damned if I didn’t enjoy writing it! ;P You guys here on Tumblr got me slightly addicted to them and have wanted to attempt some myself so... Anyhoo~ I can’t really say if I’m entirely content with the whole thing, I dunno. I feel some parts are better than others (writing style-wise) but yeah, I really need to get back into the swing of things...

Speaking of which, I DO plan on adding my two cents on the other bois as well, but judging by how this one turned out, they’ll most likely all be this length, more or less, so each Turt will get his own post so I can really jot down those details with all the freedom in the world! That being said, I can’t say when they’ll be added but hopefully soon-ish. :) Raph's next on the list!

Thank you all so much for the read and hope you enjoyed~ :D

~Drag0n Mistr3ss’ Random Fandoms*

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rungalwaysheretolisten · 4 years ago

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Rung mun talk about their crushs!!

So recap for anyone who don’t know: I’m going to tell you all about some of crushes throw out January because one I think it be fun to try and two you guys might learn a little more about me and how nerdy I am. But yeah this is just for fun and I hope you guys like this.

(Again, I’m still doing RP I just thought I do something fun on this blog that isn’t RP related!)

(Some of this are Transformers related and other are not but yeah.)

January Friday 8 so here we go.

Why the fuck is it so hard the fine the 2003 Teenage Muntant Ninja Turtles (TMNT)? Like I had put the year before I found the right one and the sad part is that make me feel so old. Like don’t get me wrong there are some good TMNT serious but the 2003 one will always be the best one for me.

But yeah, if you ask me who I crush on the most in this serious it Raphael.

Why? Well, because one, I always thought of him as a better leader then Leo, sure yes, he let his emotion get to him sometime, and yes, he could do some dumb things but he tried so hard to be strong for the other, he really is smarter then he give himself credit.

Like he also see when things are going wrong and when to get out of there even if he hate the idea of running away. He even remember move like in the first episode he name off the move the shredder ninja are using. Yeah you can say thought were move he learn from master splinter but he took the time to remember them and yeah, he not a genius like Don is but he does remember things and he has a big heart.

He love his brother and if anything where to happen to them (Like when Leo got his hand kick to him and got supper hurt) he show his emotion even if they can be a little bit angry, but it because he hold his heart on his shell in a way, he just care so much and want to do so much good in the world. He love his family and friends. In the end of the day, he a really amazing person and I just love him so much.

#rung mun is talking again #TMNT 2003 #Raphael #Rung mun crushes

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lady-olive-oil · 5 years ago

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Chris and Roxie kissing for the first time tho!!! I might cry!

I got you nonnie! So with this i broke it up into 3 parts, the phases of which Chris x Roxie went through from the very first time they kissed. Hope you guys like it!!!

Word Count: 1,889

Warnings: none, maybe a minuscule. just gotta squint

SN: if you’d like to be included in Choxie stuff, let me know and ill add ya to my list, i opened it back up!

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My First, My Always

As Kids:

It all started when they were younger, about 8 and 9, they were inseparable. What began as a long and beautiful friendship expanded into a tight bond, a bond that can never be broken. What made Roxie kiss Chris first in the 3rd grade was that he shared his box of crayons with her. The big Crayola 64 count box, with the built in sharpener, she was over the moon “in love” with him and no one could tell her otherwise.

She made sure everyone knew that Chris was her “boyfriend” and no one else could have him. It was sharing time and Roxie didn’t have any crayons because, everyone took the boxes and paired off which made her sad.

“Uh Roxanne, you can share with me if you want?” Chris’ tiny but mighty voice helped ease her pain of not being able to color, in her Jungle Book coloring book. With a sweet smile, she nodded and say next to him.

“Thank you, Christopher. You can call me Roxie.”

“Ok, Roxie it is. You can call me Chris.”

A gleam in her eye sparkled as she came up with an idea. “Ok! Oh can I give you something since you’ve been so nice to me?”

“Uh yeah sure.” Chris looked up from his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles coloring book, and was shocked when Roxie gave him a quick kiss. His cheeks were flushed in embarrassment, the whole class oohed and awed at the action and it made Roxie giggle.

“I like you Chris.”

“I like you too Roxie.”

After all that happened, their teacher called both their parents in for a conference to discuss what happened during coloring time. It was a surprise to Mrs. Farwinkle, that both Lisa and Monica were also childhood best friends and vowed to stick together no matter what. Even when it came to their kids and marriage as well.

“Thank you for your concern Mrs. Farwinkle but, it was a sweet gesture from my daughter.” Monica, Roxie’s mom, reassured the middle aged woman that it was ok and kinda cute actually. The pair was getting ready I head home and finally relax.

“See? No harm done, it was just an innocent kiss amongst new friends.” Lisa smiled and nodded in agreement, as she walked with her son towards the door to head home.

“Well, since you both have an understanding about it. I guess it’s no issue then. Thank you ladies for coming in.” Bidding the two moms a fond farewell, Lisa and Monica chuckled gently as they headed towards their cars.

“So dinner tomorrow night right? Andre is making pasta salad and I have the red velvet cake.” Monica asked after strapping Roxie in her car seat.

Lisa nodded enthusiastically. “Yes ma’am. Gorton and I will be there tonight. Why don’t we have the kids get together?”

“That could work. Getting them all together at whatnot and bonding. Just like we did growing up.”

“Sounds good. See you tonight.”

As the mothers drove to their perspective homes, the kids were fast asleep due to the soothing feeling for the car. Little did they know that this was just the beginning.

As Teenagers:

“Roxie! What are you doing? We gotta go to Lauren’s party.”

“But what about the chemistry exam we have in a few days?”

The bond never broke at all, and these two stuck like superglue by any means necessary.

“Oh come on, live a little. You’ve been studying all weekend, let’s go have fun. You’ve earned it.”

“Ugh fine.”

Growing up together, made them both appreciate the power of their friendship and how strong it was to keep it. Despite the fact that they both have had small crushes on other people here and there, they managed always come back together.

At the party Roxie felt like an outcast given that Chris was the life of every event; football game, social club and gathering. Yet Chris made sure Roxie was always good. So during a game of truth or dare, Chris was on the lookout for any dirty business happening to her.

“Ok so Evans, truth or dare?” One of the boys, Tye, had outed him during the 5th turn around.

Eyeing him up and down he sucked his teeth, he got that from Roxie. “Dare.”

A smirk on Tye’s face was was pure evil, making Roxie shudder. “I dare you to go into the closet with Roxanne and kiss her for 10 min.”

Within the group of kids oohed in unison, that is until Tye plucked a nerve with Chris. “What’s the matter Evans? You chicken? Too scared to kiss your best friend in a linen closet?”

The look on his face was pure adrenaline and determination, mixed with annoyance. “Tye, you and I both know I’m anything but chicken.”

“Then do it. Kiss your best friend in the closet.”

Roxie was caught off guard, when Chris pulled her up from the couch and into the closet which locked from the inside.

“Remember, 10 min!” Tye yelled from the other side of the door.

“Chris, we don’t have to do this.” Roxie’s voice was small, but enough for him to hear.

“Roxie. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now but I couldn’t think of a way to do so. Ever since you gave me my first kiss, at a very young age, I knew I had to make it right.” He rested his head on hers, taking in the moment.

“Even if it meant in a closet at a party?” Roxie asked curiously.

Chris chuckled gently. “Even if it’s at a party.” Running his thumb against her cheek, he kissed her gently and the memory came flooding back. Holding her against him, he didn’t want to let go.

Locking her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss a bit, Roxie felt her face heat up. It was as if her nerve endings were electrified and brought to life. It was as if the world stood still and no one else mattered to her, just like the day she kissed him first.

“10 mins! You can come out now love birds!” Tye’s voice broke the heated moment, causing the tension to rise and fall between the pair.

Slowly coming out of the closet, the two felt awkward and yet closer together, while sitting back on the couch.

“This doesn’t change how I feel about you, ok? If you ever need me I’ll always be there for you.” Chris reassures her with a gentle smile, and a tender hug.

What did he mean by ‘this won’t change how he feels about me?’ She thought to herself as she hugged him back. “And I will be there for you too Chris. Through thick and thin.”

Only time will tell how long that pact will last. And yet it did but blossom into something more promising and worth while. They were each other’s first time, as well and it set the tone for how they’d still be friends. They had other moments with other people, and yet their friendship was still intact. Maybe it wouldn’t change after all.

Current Time Frame, As Adults:

And boy were they both wrong. The older they got, the feelings grew and the thoughts kept shifting, especially for Roxie. She held it in on how much she liked her best friend, more than just a friend. The fact of the matter is when Chris met Delilah, she knew she had competition.

Over the years when he was involved with Delilah, they butted heads constantly. That is until she met Carter, who looked like he could do no wrong but his face said otherwise. The more she got to know Carter, the more Chris got annoyed with him. The more Chris got involved with Delilah, the more Roxie got annoyed. It was a never ending struggle until Roxie broke it off with Carter for good.

The days got better when Delilah was reminded of the unbreakable bond between the two best friends, when she would pop up unannounced. Not even the premiere day for Endgame could rally in her favor, seeing as though it was tradition for the Chris and Roxie to spend the night with each other the day before any premiere of theirs.

That fateful weekend was all a blur, but grand. The night before changed something between the pair and it was magical. When Chris heard Roxie moan, he thought he was in a trace let alone a dream of sorts.

When he finally kissed Roxie for the first time in years, it was like the gates of heaven opened up and the angels sung in harmony.

It was as if he got his wish and was willing to do anything and everything to keep her by his side. So in the middle of the night after the kiss of the century and a snuggle, around midnight, he woke her back up to just talk to her. He felt around the bed but didn’t feel her there.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Her voice rang through the darkness. But only the moon shined through windows. She slid back into bed next to him snuggled back into his side.

“Well yes, but I wanted to ask you something important.”

Looking at him with curiosity, she sat up a bit against the headboard. “Ok what’s up? Something wrong?”

“Not really. I’m just curious about something: do you really want to pursue this with me? We’ve been friends for years and I don’t want to mess this up.” Sitting up next to her, he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

“Chris, we were each other’s first kiss; we were each other’s first time and so many other milestones that I don’t regret. You mean more to me than anything else in the world. We’ve done things “just friends” don’t do, and I wouldn’t mind taking it a step further.” She slid back onto his lap under the covers, draping it back around her hips, scooting closer on him and held his face in her cocoa butter infused hands.

“I’m ready for the leap if you are.”

He rubbed her hips gently and held her right against his chest. “You know I am Roro. I just needed to hear you say it before I did this again.”

He shut her up immediately with a heat searing kiss, Earth shattering to her very core. He had to hold her hips still to not rock against him so much because he wouldn’t control himself if the situation arose, to something else that neither of them were ready for just yet.

She tugged in his hair graciously, edging him on to kiss her deeper and not let go. A moan shattered the back of his throat, skating his fingers up her back in an effort for her to know how he was feeling.

“I’m not gonna let you go. I let you go before and I don’t plan on doing so now.” He whispered against her lips softly.

She whispered back to him. “I don’t plan on seeing you leave me either.”

The pair spent the rest of the night cuddled on top of one another, drifting back to sleep with lazy kisses. With hopes of an amazing premiere day, these two were thicker than ever.

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#choxie writings #chris evans imagine #chris evans imagines #chris evans fanfiction #chris x roxie #chris evans x poc oc #chris evans x roxie alexander #so into you #so into you asks #my first my always

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brightlotusmoon · 5 years ago

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I often read over the deeply angsty 2003 fic by @ulisabarbic-blog that still makes me cry, because it cuts to the heart of an issue that was rarely touched on in the show.

Leo stepped forward again and took his sibling in a firm grip, "Michelangelo, I don't know where you got it in your head that there's something wrong with you because there's not. You won't match us because you're Michelangelo. Just like we won't match you because we AREN'T you!"

"Thank God for that, right?" He countered and pulled from the grip, stepping to the side "Look, can we just forget this? I got all mad over something stupid. The Battle Nexus is stupid and I shouldn't have said it wasn't..."

Raph reached forward and pulled his brother back, a bit roughly, clamping both hands on his shoulders and shaking him, though lightly "Oh, shell no. We ain't doing that shit." His tone betrayed his deep concern and despite the harshness of his words, there was deep worry in his eyes, "What is it about this title, this Battle Nexus thing that makes you think you're worth something? What is it that the stupid tournament does that all your other talents don't do, huh?" There was desperation in his eyes that his family routinely did not see. "And don't you fucking say you don't have other skills, Mikey! Who's the fastest of us? Who's the most agile? Who's the one who comes up with the most off-the-wall creative ideas, huh?"

"That you don't listen to." Mikey countered. "How many times have ANY of you taken anything I've said in battle seriously? One time? And with a whole lot of incredulous looks at that." He cocked a brow at his brother's surprised look. "Oh, look, Mikey can use big words too." Groaning openly, he griped, head drooped.

...

"I'm supposed to be the goof off, right?" Michelangelo challenged. "The one that gets into trouble. The one that can't think his way out of a paper bag." He froze there, bit down his emotions though it really was for naught. They were flowing, free as water right now. "You know how much it hurts to hear that from your family?" He managed to get out "With you guys, I expect it. It's a brother-thing. But..." He shook his head and his vision went blurry with tears "Father told me that. Told me that thinking was a "whole new world for me." You know how much that stung?!" He caught surprise in Leonardo's eyes a moment but by now, he was on a roll "I thought when I won the Battle Nexus Tournament, it meant I'd finally get respect from Sensei. That he might finally see that I was just as good...that there was ONE THING I outdid you guys at!"

Everyone had gone quiet.

"I thought if I got Sensei's respect that I might get you guys'." He was nearly sobbing now as much as he fought it. "I didn't though. It didn't change anything. So...I guess, the bragging was...I dunno. I guess I wanted to hear the praise from...someone." He bit his lower lip and dropped his head. "I wanted...needed to hear it. To hear I'd done somethin' right. That I was...capable of something. That's what that title means, okay? It means that I have something to offer, that I'm...that I have worth. I...I know it's a lie. I know that all the circumstances in the world went right for me not once but twice." Shuddering openly, he wanted to disappear, just fade into the earth. "I shoulda lost the second match, the rematch. By all the stupid rules, I should of lost but I didn't. So I _know_ it's a lie. It's a big fat, lie. But...it lets me pretend. I just wanna pretend to be worth something..." He clutched his fists tightly "It let me pretend..."

The way his brothers were looking at him. He didn't like those looks and yet when Donnie and Raph walked forward, arms out, he pushed them away. "Don't. Just don't." He couldn't take this. He just wanted them to go away. Stop looking so sad and stop looking so broken and just go away. Just leave him alone. Let him mourn his stupid little façade and then everything could go back to normal.

#tmnt fanfiction #my fandom friends #my favorite fanfic writers #tmnt 2003 mikey deserved better #2003 mikey deserved better #mikey is everyone's little brother #mikey and his brothers #empath mikey #michelangelo the social empath

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fen--harel · 4 years ago

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50 Interesting OC Asks

TW: Kal & Victor are just terrible so things they say might be disturbing

1. What is a rumor people tell about them?

For Asiel and Alaina it’s definitely how many people they slept with or who they slept with. For Erasmus it’s that he’s a virgin. They’re wrong but they’re also not wrong. I think Stephane would have weird rumors ?? Where people assume scary things about him like he has a sex slave dungeon or something or that he’s so immune to all types of drugs that nothing can get him high anymore and that’s why he’s a fucking savage. But in reality Stephane sits in his room and eats ice cream.

2. How long would they last in the zombie apocalypse?

If there was no one watching Alaina - not long. I think she would be able to sneak by but that could only last for so long. Erasmus would be fucking dead in an instant if there was no one. Asiel, Stephane, Eskandar, and Ruben are def the top contenders. Kal too !! VICTOR WOULD WANT TO FUCK THE ZOMBIES AND I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT THOUGHT.

3. If they’re about to get in a fight, what song plays in their head as their ‘hype song’?

Alaina: 7/11 - Beyonce (I love to think this is both hers and Asiel’s hype song and when this comes on they dance like a bunch of dumbasses)

Stephane: Don’t Stop - Innerpartysystem

Asiel: Everybody - Don Broco OR War Child - Hollywood Undead

Ruben: Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

Kal: Backmask - Mindless Self Indulgence (GOD THIS SONG IS JUST HIM)

Cesaire: I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor - Arctic Monkeys

4. How important is family to them?

To Alaina it’s important but it’s more like...the whole idea of family ? Since she doesn’t have her own ? Like she considers the Demonios her family so they are important to her. For Stephane he didn’t give a single FUCK about family until he and Alaina had theirs, but before he despised the whole idea of family and thought it was fake. The same thing for Asiel. For Cesaire I feel like family would be a difficult and uncomfortable topic. He hated his dad and was basically forced to hate his twin brother but he got the better end of it ? I think he would be confused on what like...constitutes a good family.

5. If they had a theme song, what would it be?

Letha: Stripper by Sohodolls & Future Nostalgia - Dua Lipa

Ophelia: Portrait of a Female by Cruel Youth & Violence by Grimes

Kal: House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance

Victor: The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid (THIS IS MY ABSOLUTE FAV)

6. What’s a movie they can quote from start to finish?

Asiel can quote dumb humor movies like Idiocracy or something and Letha can also...quote those.

Asiel: Please speak your name!

Letha: Well, i’m not sure that-

Asiel: You have entered the name, NOT SURE. Is NOT SURE correct ?

Letha: No it’s not correct-

Asiel: Thank you! NOT is correct ! Is SURE correct?

Letha: No, it’s not-

Asiel: We already confirmed your first name is NOT

8. If they were given 1000 acres of land with no strings attached, what would they do with it?

ALAINA WOULD HAVE A FARM !!! SHE WOULD HAVE A FARM AND SHE WOULD BE SOOOO HAPPY !! And Stephane would join her and he would’t really do anything except cheer his wife on and Alaina accepts that

13. How did they find out Santa isn’t real?

Erasmus: Well, I was around eight or so. I thought the idea of Santa, this magical person who appeared from our chimneys who ate our cookies and delivered our gifts was absolutely absurd. There is about 7.5 billion people in the world and you expect me to believe this single man could visit all the children in a single night and do all of that? No. Impossible. I confronted my parents and they finally told me it was them.

Alaina, Asiel, Stephane, Eskandar, Kal, Letha, LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE WHO DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A CHILDHOOD @ ERASMUS: .....

14. What’s a personality trait they wish they had?

Alaina wishes she was smarter.

Asiel wishes he was able to feel empathy.

Erasmus (secretly and in denial) wishes he was funny.

16. If they were arrested with no explanation, what would their friends and family think they had done?

Alaina: Asiel got arrested ?! I told him he wasn’t allowed in that donut shop anymore !!! :’(

Asiel: Lanes is in jail ??? GOOD FOR HER !! Finally someone punched her ‘jail card’. So what was it for? Public intoxication or indecency?

Erasmus: I told Letha nudes weren’t allowed on twitter !!!!

Ophelia: Kal ?? In jail ?? You’re fucking with me. Kal never gets caught. You’re just trying to trick me into leaving so he’d be able to go “SURPRISE!” and break my other leg.

17. In 40 years, what will they be the most nostalgic about?

Victor: Do you remember the night we all went to the strip club together? And I saw that beautiful girl, with the smoothest skin. Candi, I believe her name was, with an ‘i’. Her body was almost perfectly preserved without the help of my chemicals for almost a week! A week with that smooth skin underneath my fingertips. I wanted to cut them off after, afraid that if I didn’t nothing was ever going to feel as good underneath my skin like that ever again. She looked just like she was before I killed her. It was the best sex I've ever had, what I would give to relive that week.

Ophelia: 😟

Kal: *Zzzzzzz*

18. How would they describe their family?

Kal would describe his family as “boring” which would be the reason why he killed them

I’d like to imagine that Victor’s famiy died in a v traumatic way ? Where he had to see their corpses or something which was why he turned out the way he is - so fascinated with the dead but i’ll get back to that later

I’m kind of torn on how Asiel would react to questions about his family, since he resents them so much I don’t think he would outwardly express that because that’s Asiel’s thing, you can’t find out WHY he hates the world but I feel like he’d be too upset to lie about it so he would dodge the question but in a v sneaky way so you wouldn’t see he was bothered by the question

20. Do they have any pets? If so, what are they?

ALAINA HAS TWO (2) PETS !! A German Shepherd named Orpheus and a Green Anaconda named No Feet or Nofie for short

23. What’s the most important object they own?

I’d like to think that somewhere Stephane has a picture of his family (with Ciro’s face cut out) and he even couldn’t bring himself to cut Cesaire out and he occasionally looks over it fondly when he’s feeling a certain type of way \

I feel like Asiel would have something from Natalie, his sister (I should ?? Change her name LOL) that reminds him of her, lately I have been thinking of killing her off LOL to increase Asiel’s angst and bitterness towards the world so an item that would remind him of her would be so so important to him

24. What event in their life would make a good movie?

EVERYONE’S LIFE IS A FUCKING MOVIE THEY’RE ALL IN THE MAFIA

27. What makes a person beautiful to them?

Alaina thinks everyone is beautiful in their own way and they have certain specific things about them that makes them beautiful

Stephane would find genuine kindness beautiful, just being kind not for any other reason than you genuine want to help and you genuinely care (tbh just Alaina in generally, if you’re anything like her you’re all set)

Erasmus is the same way with genuine kindness, but I feel like he’s moreso people being happy ? Because he’s kind of sad and grumpy and seeing people being happy and enjoying their life he finds very attractive (NOT ASIEL ENJOYING HIS LIFE THOUGH)

Victor thinks people going into rigor mortis is beautiful so...there’s...that

Asiel would also be attractive to genuineness but not kindness specifically, just people actually being themselves and not afraid of being themselves - but also Asiel finds everyone hot ?? so

I think Kal is incapable of finding people beautiful or attractive because he’s so fucking egotistical but I think what would peak his interest is people who are interesting - like if you can make him think you’re worth keeping alive he might fuck you or smthing or at least not kill you so that’s a plus

28. If they turned into their crush/significant other for a day, what would they do?

ALAINA WOULD BE SO EXCITED TO BE STEPHANE FOR SOME REASON like I feel like she’d take it as an opportunity to understand him better and she would just be excited to view the world from his “tall perspective”

Stephane would flip the fuck out for the first solid five minutes but then use the opportunity to take more pictures of Alaina in outfits or underwear he’d always want her to wear (with her permission ofc) god and I feel like he would love the opportunity to be mean to people while in her body just to see people’s faces of Alaina cussing them out but then he knew she’d cry so he would refrain from doing that

36. Do they believe things happen for a reason?

CESAIRE BELIEVES IN FATE SO FUCKING MUCH like he believes in zodiac signs and things that are written in the stars, if something is meant to happen then it would have happened is definitely his motto but he would definitely work hard to make things happen as well

42. Do they drink/smoke/do drugs?

Alaina is an alcoholic in Arc 1 because she believes that since her life is better now she shouldn’t be feeling sad and thinking that she has problems because her life could be so much worse so she drinks to “cope” with her problems and eventually Etienne gets her into drugs as well but after she breaks up with Etienne, Asiel helps her become sober

Asiel used to drink and do drugs like in an excessive amount but when he ODed and scared Natalie by almost dying he quit that

Stephane, Kal, Ruben, and Eskandar smoke but it’s all casual

46. What is something silly they’ve been tricked into believing?

Alaina would believe anything you tell her from fucking anyone she’s so fucking dumb and I love her so fucking much for it she’s so cute

50. What topic could they give a 20 minute presentation on with no preparation?

Asiel: Anyways, and that’s why the Ninja Turtles are better than the Avengers, any questions ?

Erasmus: THIS IS A PROFESSIONAL MEETING !!!!!!

#ITS 2020 I ANSWER THE OC ASK QUESTIONS BC I WANT TO LOL #there's so many ppl in here #alaina #asiel #stephane #ces #esky #erasmus #kal #victor #ophelia #ruben #letha #i write posts not tragedies

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incomingalbatross · 5 years ago

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Fic: Nothing Important Happened Today

Fandom: Gravity Falls Characters: Tiny Soos, Abuelita, Stan Word count: 1643

Tiny Soos is dealing with his first Father’s Day since he turned 12. The Mystery Shack makes everything better, though, right? (Sadness, fluff, and feels)

When the first Father’s Day after Soos’s Last Birthday Party rolled around (Abuelita didn’t believe him, but he didn’t want one this year and he wasn’t going to have one ever again), he’d hated it. He’d kinda hated everything, honestly--stupid ads for stupid Father’s Day sales, stupid Sunday comics with Father’s Day jokes in them and Father Bishop with his Father’s Day sermon, stupid dads and kids all over the place and especially stupid dads who didn’t even want to be around their stupid kids ever.

Abuelita had tried to cheer him up, but Abuelita knew what was really wrong and was ignoring it, which meant she knew she couldn’t fix it, so why should he listen to her? So he hid in his room and definitely didn’t cry at all.

After the not-crying, he moved into moping. Moping really needed snacks, though…Luckily, he always had some of those around. (Even if he didn’t have other things…) But, while he was rooting through his belongings for a candy bar or a bag of chips, his eyes fell on his prized Mystery Shack t-shirt.

He brightened up a little without even noticing. The Mystery Shack was good. It was always cool, and fun, and he bet Mr. Mystery didn’t care about a stupid holiday like Father’s Day at all!

…And Mr. Pines didn’t mind being around Soos, either. Mr. Pines liked Soos.

(Probably. Soos thought he did…)

After a few moments of deep thought, Soos left his room. “Soos!” Abuelita said, seeing him. She smiled, a worried smile, and he felt kinda bad that he’d caused it…but, then, he wasn’t the one who left his four-year-old son and never came back. It wasn’t his fault. (…Right?) “Are you feeling any better, mijo?”

He went over and leaned against her, just for a minute. (It definitely wasn’t her fault.) “Uh…maybe,” he said. “Abuelita?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t really feel like staying inside. And all the other kids are busy.” With their dads. “Could I go to the Mystery Shack? Just to hang out?”

There was a moment’s pause. He was still sort-of-hugging her, so he didn’t see her face, but he heard a thoughtful sigh. Then she said, “If that would make you happy, Soos.”

He hugged her for real, and then ran to find his shoes and get his bike. “Thanks, Abuelita, you’re the best!”

“Yes, yes. I know this.”

He made record time to the Shack, and charged inside to see that, sure enough, there weren’t any Father’s Day sales or souveniers at all!

Beaming, he waved at the man responsible for this oasis. He was sitting behind the counter, staring into space…

Oh, wow. He was staring into space really hard. So hard he hadn’t even noticed Soos come in. And he had a funny look on his face…Was he hypnotized, maybe? Soos had heard there was a Nightmare Monster in the woods. Maybe it had hypnotized Mr. Pines into seeing nightmares!

He went right up to the counter and raised himself on tiptoe. “Hi, Mr. Pines!” he shouted.

Mr. Pines started so hard he actually jumped off his chair, whirling toward Soos with his hands flailing. Then he blinked, and looked at Soos, and stopped. One of his hands went to his chest, and the other gripped the edge of counter.

“Moses!” he exclaimed. “Kid, don’t do that to me!”

“Sorry, Mr. Pines, I’m really sorry!” Soos babbled. “I just, you didn’t notice me when I came in, and you were staring at nothing really hard, and I thought maybe the Nightmare Monster got you so I needed to wake you up!”

Mr. Pines blinked at him, brows furrowed. “Nightm--?” Then he shook his head. “Y’know what, no. I’m not even touching that one. Not today…Thanks, Soos, but I promise I wasn’t attacked by any monster, okay? I was just, uh…thinkin’ really hard about somethin’.”

“…Okay,” Soos said, hanging his head a little. “Sorry I scared you, Mr. Mystery.”

“Scared? Scared?” Mr. Pines’s voice got louder, like he was giving a tour, and Soos looked back up. He’d straightened, tugging at his tie and grinning down at Soos, with a glint in his eye. “It takes more than that to scare Mr. Mystery!” he scoffed. “I was just startled, kid. You got a yell that could--that could start an avalanche, y’know that?”

Soos smiled. “So…you’re not mad?”

Mr. Mystery snorted, reaching down and flicking Soos in the forehead. “Mad? Course not, kid. Don’t be dumb.”

Soos grinned up at him.

“…Hang on,” Mr Pines said, blinking as if he’d suddenly remembered something.

“Yeah?”

He squinted at Soos, looking troubled. “…I thought today was a Sunday?”

Soos nodded eagerly, not seeing a problem there. “Yup!”

Mr. Pines continued squinting, though he looked a little less troubled and a little more plain confused. “I thought your grandma said you couldn’t work on Sundays.”

“Yup, she did,” Soos confirmed smiling up at him. “I’m just here to hang out.”

Mr. Pines blinked, and then raised his eyebrows. “Comin’ here when you don’t even have work?” he scoffed. “Careful, kid. I’m gonna start thinking you actually enjoy my company or somethin’.”

Now it was Soos’s turn to be confused. “I do!” he protested.

“…What?”

Mr. Pines’s face was doing a funny thing. Soos wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he was too busy being confused by his words to deal with his expressions, too.

“Of course!” he said. “You’re cool, and smart, and nice, and you know everything, and you never yell at me or tell me to shut up, even that time when I talked about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for, like, half an hour, and didn’t even realize you’d fallen asleep because I talked so long! And you always have cool jobs for me to do, and, and, and…”

He stopped--not because he’d run out of things to say, but because Mr. Pines was…kind of staring at him. And not moving.

Oh dude oh gosh oh man…Did he break Mr. Mystery???

But then he blinked really hard, like he was an android rebooting his brain or something, and jumped over the counter. Oh, wow, Soos didn’t know he could do that! Soos couldn’t do that, for sure! (Yet, anyway. Maybe if he practiced…?)

Mr. Pines crouched in front of him, putting one big, warm hand on top of Soos’s head. It just about covered his head, Mr. Pines was so big. “Kid, I think you’re crazy,” he said, his voice sounding a little funny. “But…” He shook his head. “It’s a good kind of crazy. I think. Hopefully you don’t…you don’t grow out of it, like the rest of us losers have.”

Soos frowned in slight confusion. He couldn’t really tell if that was a compliment or an insult…but Mr. Pines was smiling, a lot. And it looked like a real smile, even if it was kind of shaky and he was still blinking a lot. So it was probably good?

That decided, he grinned back. “So you don’t mind me hanging around, Mr. Pines?”

Mr. Pines stared at him for one long second, then threw back his head and laughed so hard he cried.

“Mind?” he said after that, wiping tears out of his eyes. “Believe me, kid, you can hang out here any time you want.”

Soos’s smile felt like it was going to explode right off his face.

He suddenly had too much happiness, in fact, for all of it to stay inside him. So he did the most obvious and straightforward thing with it: rushed forward and glomped Mr. Pines hard enough to knock him backwards onto the seat of his pants.

“Thank you!” he wailed.

Mr. Pines froze stiff for a second, as if he didn’t know what to do.

Then he said, “O-okay.” Really blankly, like…like he was scared? But Mr. Pines wasn’t scared of anything, except maybe the cops….

Oh. Maybe…he didn’t like hugs? There were people who didn’t, Soos had been told…

But then Mr. Pines said “Okay” again, more firmly, and then suddenly he was hugging Soos back. He sat there on the floor, Soos clinging onto him, and just…held onto him, resting his head on top of Soos’s head and wrapping his arms around Soos in a tight, strong hug--stronger than Abuelita’s, even--till Soos felt like nothing could get at him now. It felt safe, and secure, like Mr. Pines was trying to keep him safe, like…like he thought Soos was important.

Oh, Soos realized, nestling closer to him. Mr. Pines must like hugs, because he was really, really good at them.

Mr. Pines’s breathing sounded funny…but not too funny. Soos didn’t want to ask about it, in case that ended the hug, so he stayed quiet. After a minute, Mr. Pines’s breaths evened out by themselves.

A little bit after that, he let go, pulling back a little. Soos, somewhat reluctantly, did the same.

“Hey, kid,” Mr. Pines said roughly, and Soos looked up at him.

He was smiling a big, wide, real grin down at Soos. “Since you’re just planning on hangin’ out here anyway…you wanna do somethin’ fun?”

Soos lit up. “Can we? Like what?”

Mr. Pines chuckled. “Heck, I dunno, kid. I’m not really doin’ so great in the idea department today, to tell you the truth…How about you decide?”

“Really?”

Mr. Pines raised an eyebrow at him. “Really.”

Soos jumped up, bubbling over with excitement as Mr. Pines, more slowly, got off the floor himself. He didn’t even know what he wanted to do, but he knew it would be awesome.

He still didn’t forget it was Father’s Day, exactly…but for the next five or six hours, it hardly mattered. As far as Soos was concerned, it might almost as well have been a perfectly ordinary day on the calendar…

Just another 15th of June.

#gravity falls #soos #stan pines #fanfic #father's day fic #FEELS #more feels than i expected anyway #soos is a ray of sunshine even though i had to write him being sad :(#stan's a better person than he thinks (what else is new?)#it's not my fault it's the calendar's #(EDIT: thought of a better title)

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Hey babe! If you want some hc requests... I might have an idea? It’s pretty basic, but how would the paladins react to an s/o who feels unwanted/useless (bc depression is a bitch)... if you don’t want to write this it’s totally ok, I get that the topic is kinda heavy! Love you and your writing btw!

trust me babe, I know all about depression.

Shiro

- he’s very in-tune with other’s feelings, and as soon as he notices you’re feeling this way, he knows he has to do something.

- he’ll start trying to spend more time with you, to let you know he really enjoys being with you.

- he also gets more physically affectionate, expect an increase in daily kisses/hugs/back pats

- if you fight alongside the team, shiro makes sure to catch you after training sessions to give you positive feedback. if you’re not the type to engage in combat, he tells you that every kind of job is important in making the universe a better place.

Keith

- keith may not be the best at reading the tone of a situation sometimes, but when it comes to you, he can feel any change of mood in the air.

- you immediately know that he knows, because he’s suddenly like, all over you? he doesn’t really say anything about it, but he’s constantly making some kind of physical contact with you.

- it could be an arm around your waist, or over your shoulders, or he’s holding your hand, or pulling you into his lap while you’re sitting, or even spooning you if you two are alone in your room.

- a lot of sweet, lingering kisses to your face, your jaw, your hair, your neck.

- offers to give you some combat/self defense lessons if you’d like!

- he always drapes his jacket over your shoulders before going anywhere without you.

Lance

- very vocal about his concern. it might even get embarrassing sometimes, how much he tries coddle you.

- he really really really wants to make all your bad feelings go away right now!!

- will loudly tell anyone within earshot about how beautiful and smart you are and how much he loves you and needs you

- if you’re one to enjoy his goofier tendencies, he’ll absolutely show up at your bedroom door one day with a guitar (that he fully does not know how to play) and sing cheesy pop love songs at you to make you smile (and because no matter how lame the lyrics may be, he sincerely loves you like a love song)

- he’s already pretty affectionate on a normal basis, so it’s cranked up to the max when you’re feeling down on yourself. lance is pulling you aside to kiss you all over (and possibly get handsy if you’re in the mood for it) at every given opportunity.

- lance would go to the ends of the universe if it would make you happy. spa day? you got it. vacation to to another country? sure. vacation to another planet? awesome do you have a bag packed? need a very specific flavor of ice cream to eat while you watch movies all bundled up in a ninja turtles onesie? already got the ice cream and movies, which ninja turtle is your favorite?

Hunk

- he’s determined to make you feel better. depression is a very serious issue and while it’s important to not bottle up your feelings, it’s also important to him that you successfully bounce back from your episode.

- he’ll ask you to help him with projects he’s working on, making sure you keep busy. tells hilarious engineering/astrophysics jokes the whole time. at least they would be hilarious if you had any idea what he was talking about. if not, you just get to enjoy the sound of his voice for a while.

- he’ll also have you help him with cooking/baking. it’s probably a lot more fun for you than fixing machinery anyway. plus, you get to eat whatever you make! comfort food ftw!!

- if you seem like you want to talk about it, he’s always ready to listen, and he’ll ask if you’re too nervous to start the conversation yourself. he’s good at guiding you through vocalizing your thoughts, and helping you figure out why you feel the way you do. if you just need to cry, he’ll pull you into a big hug and you can let it out for as long as you need to.

Pidge

- she doesn’t know what to do??? she’s nervous that she’s gonna make things worse somehow, so she asks the other paladins (mostly shiro) what she should try.

- clingy. latches onto you like white dog hair sticks to black clothing. hugs make sadness go away, right?

- draws pictures of you and her together with little messages about what she loves about you, and puts them everywhere she knows you’ll see them.

- will sneak into your room in the middle of the night to either ask if you wanna talk about it or just to cuddle and tell you she likes you so frickin much.

#voltron x reader #shiro x reader #hunk x reader #keith x reader #lance x reader #pidge x reader #request #hcs #headcanons #ask #Anonymous

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