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There exists a state of mind that even science cannot assist. A waking sleep, a total disassociation from ones body.
The death of self.
Doctor GΓΌnter Ludwig, a study.
'45,
Immediately, he'd thrown himself into his studies. He'd entered this war a child, only eighteen, but he'd left it an old man, hardly a man, a mouse haunted by the code branded on his wrist.
Destitute, as seemed to be the customary, he spent hungry days longing for university gates. Rowdy child; was this punishment for his youth? To teach himself medicine out of his mentor's spare room?
It hardly seemed like a room. Three, three and a half walls, lined with soot and dust that Hamburg never would shake. His coat wore thin, hardly the blanket he pretended it was, and the dull metal buttons glared in the hallway light whenever he entered.
A butcher. It was only fitting. The smell of blood was overbearing, but it was one he was accustomed to. Cut with something clean, 80-proof. A far cry from bile and shit, choked out by the thick, telling smokestacks he'd learned to avoid at all costs.
The work was easy. Almost boring, his mentor dissinterested in the subject. Perhaps he only felt bad, that he felt the need to shelter such a lean young man. GΓΌnter more than made up for it, promising; "You write when you make big, alright kid?"
He hadn't responded. He wasn't sure he even could, mute since he'd been privy to where the train cars actually led.
'50
Doctor Ludwig. He looked dead in the bathroom mirror. Doctor Ludwig.
He was nearly thirty now, formidable, almost respected. Gone were the days of closet dormitories, soleless shoes and patched shirts. The apartment was sterile. the laboratory, even cleaner, stained with violent chemical agents.
It was killing him.
Medicine advanced slowly. He was antsy, too fast for the field. There was something boiling under his skin, festering, and he could leave it alone no longer.
There is someone dead in the showers. There is someone trampled beneath fearful bodies. There is someone, something, wasting away in Poland, underneath freshly broken ground.
'68
Perhaps he missed the camps. A morbid thought, the only one that crossed his mind as he sat, blindfolded and bound at the wrists in the back of a van. The woman was young, nervous, too experienced in the field. Promising not riches, though to GΓΌnter, he'd take what she was offering before any amount of gold.
A laboratory, a black market catalogue. Eight healthy subjects to use at his disposal.
Perhaps, however, he'd grown used to experimenting on himself. Memories of a trauma have numbed him to the sensation, leaving him hardly even aware of what runs through his veins.
Fighting over a gravel pit. He'd stuffed his blueprints into his rucksack, barebones notes of a device so great that it could immortalize a man. Preliminarily. Ambitious.
The Russian was a fine specimen. They were all fine in their own respect, really. Dredges of humanity lived here, fought here, all for a paycheck.
Some of them didnt have anywhere else to go. GΓΌnther wasnt sure if he was one of them.
But it was easy for him to lose himself. These long, dark corridors left untraveled except for emergencies. It was... fine. Being left to his own devices. Better this way. Here, GΓΌnther tucked himself away, sleepless, hungry. What was a little more torment, for such great reward?
'72
The Engineer and him share beers in the after hours, penned up in his laboratory. They are not quite as close as GΓΌnther is to the Russian, but there is some respite he finds in company with Dell.
He had endured hell on earth. He had clawed himself from the very depths of dispair. It was not the sort of even you could forget; the slaughter of your people. Your family. But he dared say it got easier to disconnect from with time.
The Engineer has plans of his own. A metal hand, capable of inhuman strength, infallible.
He only asks that GΓΌnter hold the saw.
Bile surges in his throat. He tries to speak, but no words escape him.
He had a twin, once.
#tf2 mercs#tf2#tf2 engineer#tf2 medic#holocaust mention#sorry if this is out of pocket#hyperfixation on tf2 and a special interest in history#tried to write it as respectfull as i could#whilst portraying more fucked up trauma responses#tried to write more but fuck#bros sleepy
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So you're a go to source for all things Dick&Tim bros and you tend to write primarily from Dick's POV. So, odd question, but if you were to summarize their relationship from his POV in FIVE panels which panels would you pick? Keeping in mind that one specific aspect of their relationship that you love needs to be clearly represented by each panel (loyalty, trust etc). I hope this is a fun challenge and not an annoying question so if you don't want to answer that's cool! Have a wonderful day!
No more talk. The same thoughts run through two minds... (SotB 29) / You're my equal. My closest ally. (RR 1) / I can't stop thinking how much I rely on him. (GoG 3)
25 Feelings Dick Has About Tim
This was such a kind ask & a cool challenge which I totally failed; here are TWENTY-five panels of Dick's POV on Tim sdfdsfds Look, I got carried away! Marcia and Cindy! The boys!!
OKAY SO BEFORE I GET TO THE PANELS A FEW NOTES:
WARNING THAT THERE ARE SOME NEGATIVE EMOTIONS IN HERE because I love conflict but but but you gotta remember those are not the final word!! They are complicated people and sometimes they get mad at each other BUT ultimately their relationship is so hugely important in both their lives & they love each other and rely on each other so much -!!! <3
Also I have CONCLUDING THOUGHTS at the end about what Dick's POV leaves out (mostly: a lot of Dick defending & protecting & supporting Tim, which Dick does instinctively but isn't very self-aware about most of the time)
I have loosely organized my list into 5^5 format (5 categories with 5 examples each!), so if you want to skip to a relevant one, here are the categories!!
Below the cut:
I hate him and find him infuriating (#1-5)
On second thought, he's endearing & fun (#6-10)
Grief is complicated & he's all tangled up in mine (#11-15)
I love him & think highly of him (#16-20)
I rely on him & though it's hard for me, I trust him (#21-25)
I hate him and find him infuriating (#1 - 5)
1) He thinks heβs so smart and can psychoanalyze me and Bruce, but he doesnβt know me at all, he should get lost (New Titans 61)
2) He thinks heβs so smart and can psychoanalyze Bruce but he doesnβt know Bruce at all, he should get lost (Gotham Knights 26)
3) He is so nosy about stuff that is MY business (Robin 0)
4) He sounds like an insincere suck-up half the time... but okay, fine, if you push him he's got a sense of humor about it (New Titans 65)
5) I'm sure he's a better vigilante than me. It's my fault for being a failure, but I resent him anyway. (Nightwing 9 - Dick's having a nightmare)
On second thought, he's kinda endearing (#6-10)
6) He worries too much and gets anxious so easily,Β but it makes him fun to tease (Robin 67)
7) I'm not that competitive - okay, so maybe I'm a little competitive, I gotta make sure he doesn't get a swelled head (Prodigal)
8) I'm supposed to be his favorite! It is not cool for him to be fanboying over my not-girlfriend's not-boyfriend!! (Birds of Prey 19)
9) We have fun together. I can kick back and relax when it's just the two of us. Plus I get to boss him around a bit. (Prodigal)
10) Heβs always trying to reassure me, and I guess it's a little comforting, but also he doesnβt really get it. Or me. He makes excuses that he shouldn't, because he doesn't understand that I suck. (Nightwing 64)
Grief is complicated and he's all tangled up in mine (#11 - 15)
11) He reminds me of everything I try not to think about. Sometimes the memories are so strong it hurts to look at him. (Batman 441)
12) WHY IS HE BEING IMPOSSIBLE ALL OF A SUDDEN??? THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING (Nightwing 139)
13) We're the same. He says all the things I don't let myself think about. It's like arguing with myself. (Nightwing 139)
14) He thinks he gets to tell me what to do but he doesnβt, fuck him (Battle for the Cowl)
15) Life sucks, so what. I sucked it up so he should too (RR 1)
I love him and think highly of him (#16 - 20)
16) Heβs the closest thing to a brother Iβll ever have.Β If someone hurts him I will hurt them harder. (Nightwing 6)
17) I can't handle the idea of losing him. (Nightwing 97)
17) Heβs so good and Iβm not. I'm afraid Iβm bad for him. (Nightwing 110)
18) Heβs better than me, and itβs kind of a relief because I know no matter what heβll be okay. (Gates of Gotham 3)
19) In my head heβs the responsible one.Β (Gotham Knights 10)
I rely on him, and though it's hard for me, I trust him (#20-25)
20) I know I have to trust him but I'm afraid he'll make the wrong choices and get hurt (Nightwing 139)
21) I'm sure I know what he should do because I see myself in him - not that I can take my own advice, but he should (Blackest Night 3)
22) I trust him.Β When Iβm losing my grip on things, he pulls me back. (Gotham Knights 10)
23) I want him to trust me (Red Robin 12)
24) He can tell when I'm lying. Sometimes he sees my weaknesses better than I wish he did. (Detective Comics 874)
25) Heβs always there when I need him. (Teen Titans / Outsiders Secret Files)
Final rambling thoughts:
TIM: Uhh, okay, so I'm just skimming this list - do you really trust me? you're not just saying that? - but anyway, I'm confused because you left some stuff out? Like some stuff that's kinda important? DICK: No? I think I got everything? TIM (starts counting on his fingers): The time I was having a bad day but then I called you. The time I got captured by Two-Face but then you saved me. The time I fell off a train but then you saved me. The time I fell off a building but then you saved me. The time I fell off a different building - DICK: I feel like you're trying to make some kind of point but I'm not sure what it could be.
SO THE THING IS, I put 25 panels in here and not a single one has Dick catching Tim when heβs falling!!! But I think that's a central motif of their relationship from Timβs POV, not Dickβs. I love Dick, but in some ways I think he is spectacularly un-self-aware.
And I think he especially has a lot of blind spots about Tim. He kinda intermittently gets that Tim admires him, and he enjoys it in a playful I-get-to-boss-you-around way. But Dick tends to consistently underestimate all of his own good qualities & skills, and he meets Tim at a point in his life when he's especially down on himself & his abilities. And so he's unable to see his own influence on Tim, & therefore unable to fully understand a lot of Tim's priorities and loyalties and motivations, because you can't actually understand Tim without understanding Dick's impact on him. There's a fascinating moment in Bruce Wayne: Murderer when Dick's completely blindsided & upset to discover that Tim doesn't entirely trust Bruce, even though this has been a definitive fact of Tim's whole thing ever since he showed up with his Batman needs Robin theory, and Barbara has to actively remind Dick of the obvious-to-everyone-except-Dick fact that a lot of Tim's loyalty is to Dick, and Tim loves Bruce but feels free to be more wary of him. (And to give Bruce credit: this is not something he ever begrudges.) But anyway Babs points this out, and Dick manages to sorta process it for about five seconds, but he cannot actually accept it into his worldview so instead he discards it at the speed of light and goes off and has an argument with Tim instead sdfsfdsf
All of Dick's virtues - Dick's kindness at the circus and Dick's determination to fight through grief and Dick's rigid sense of morals and Dick's vigilante skills and every time Dick has ever backed Tim up or listened to him or protected him or saved him from something or just been casually kind to a stranger in Tim's presence etc etc etc - all these things loom really large in Tim's mental story of Who Dick Is, and What Dick And Tim's Relationship Is. Tim meets Dick before he meets Bruce, trusts Dick more than Bruce, aspires to be Robin instead of Batman. And so in Tim's default version of the story, Dick is the super-special and admirable hero and Tim is... nobody in particular, a tagalong outsider who's barely managing to be a hero, not part of Dick and Bruce's family and not part of their story, who, if he's VERY LUCKY and tries REALLY HARD, might be able to fight his way to proving himself and offering something to Dick that Dick will value, if Dick doesn't get fed up with him first.
But that's not Dick's version of the story!!!
Dick's version of the story is almost the exact opposite, a story where Dick's an outcast failure black sheep who's screwing up everything he tries, and meanwhile Tim is The Sudden New Perfect Robin Who's Better Than Me And Probably Bruce Loves Him More And Probably They Gossip About What A Loser I Am, mixed with a complicated edge of Tim Thinks He's So Smart But He Doesn't Know Me/Us At All. Dick gets much more attached to Tim over time, and Tim gets unnervingly better at the know-it-all psychoanalysis so then Dick gets to have complicated feelings about him being right instead of just annoyance at him for being wrong, plus Dick's relationship with Bruce improves a lot, so Tim stops feeling so threatening. But Dick never fundamentally changes his basic theory of their relationship in which Tim is highly impressive and capable, and Dick is not so much.
And so asking Dick about Tim is kinda like if you asked George Bailey to tell you about Harry Bailey in It's A Wonderful Life; like, you'll be there for five hours while he tells you how great Harry is, and how accomplished Harry is, and how he doesn't really get how or why Harry does the things he does, and maybe George does feel a little resentful or jealous sometimes, but that pales in comparison to all his admiration and trust for Harry who he loves so much, who's better than him in so many ways, and he's not gonna openly gripe but secretly he can't help but feel sometimes like he's such a failure in comparison to Harry, a perfect person who emerged fully formed from Zeus's head with all the virtues and also all the accomplishments, etc. etc. etc. --
-- and he will not actually remember the part where he changed and saved Harry's whole entire life unless you literally send him to an alternate timeline in order to force him to remember it. <3
#i enjoyed thinking about this so much i wrote a novel with All My Thoughts sorry sdfsdfs#tim drake#dick grayson#somewhat tangential but as i was writing this i was thinking about zahri's post#about how different types of stories offer different kinds of emotional payoffs#and i think for me for dick and tim the main two payoffs are:#1) someone who sees & understands your grief for deaths that will never get fixed or get better#and who will face your ghosts with you EVEN WHEN you're also mad at each other#2) someone who you look at and you see all the ways that you suck & he's better & you're a loser who's failed him etc etc#but it turns out that you're wrong. that you're good enough. not that none of the failures were real or that they were all in your head#but it turns out that it's okay that you didn't always immediately do or feel the right thing#and it's okay that you weren't perfect. you can fuck up six thousand ways & everything you did right will still matter#not because of making excuses or allowances or somebody pityingly trying to make you feel better#but because in the end the things you did right are just Genuinely More Valuable than anything you did wrong#all the times you tried & everything that you tried to give - everything you think wasn't good enough - it was.#IN OTHER WORDS they are both convinced they're not good enough & they are both wrong <3#anyway dick and tim are both INCREDIBLY SIMILAR and also CONSTANTLY misreading each other and i love that for them#and like. they will sometimes totally misread each other & then never figure out the part that they misunderstood#but then they manage to keep going anyway. we love each other on purpose <333#ask tag#dick&tim
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I think the key component to my personal reading of post-Delphi Pharma is that he's trying to be a horrible person on purpose. Not "on purpose" in the way that people have free will to exercise their own choices, but in that Pharma's "mad doctor" persona is a performance he puts on to deliberately embrace how much everyone else hates him. Basically, if people already think you're a "bad Autobot" and a horrible doctor who just kills his patients for fun, why try to prove otherwise to people who have already made up their minds about you? Just fully embrace the fact that people see you as an asshole. Don't try to change their minds. Don't plead for their forgiveness or understanding. Just stop caring. If you're going to be remembered as a monster, you might as well be a memorable monster, and eke as much pleasure and hedonism as you can out of it before karma catches up to you and you inevitably crash and burn.
I mean, I guess you could just go the route of "Oh, Pharma was always a fucked up creepy guy and Delphi was just him taking the mask off," but I really don't like that interpretation because, for one, it feels really wrong to take a character like Pharma becoming evil under duress and going, "Oh well clearly he did the things he did because he was evil all along," as if somehow Pharma breaking under blackmail/torture/threat of horrible death was a sign of him having poor moral character. As opposed to, you know, suffering under the very real threat of horrible death for himself and everyone he cares about while being manipulated by a guy who specializes in psychological torture.
The second reason is that it just doesn't make sense to write Pharma as having been evil all along. I mean...
Occam's Razor says that the best argument is the one with the simplest explanation. Doesn't it make way more sense to take Pharma's appearances in flashbacks, his friendship with Ratchet, his stunning medical accomplishments, and the few we see of him speaking kindly/sympathetically (or in the least charitable interpretation, at least professionally) towards his patients and conclude "This guy was just a normal person, if exceptionally talented." Taking all of these flashback appearances at face value and assuming Pharma was being genuine/honest is a way simpler and more logical explanation than trying to argue that Pharma for the past 4 million years was just faking being a good doctor/person. I mean, it's possible within the realm of headcanon, but the fact is Pharma's appearances in the story are so brief that there simply wasn't room in the story for there to be some sort of secret conspiracy/hidden manipulation behind why Pharma acted the way he did in the past.
I just can't help but look at things like Pharma's friendship with Ratchet (himself a good person and usually a fine judge of character) and the fact that even post-Delphi, pretty much every single mention of Pharma comes with some mention of "He was a good doctor for most of his life" or "He was making major headways in research [before he started killing patients]" which implies that even the Autobots themselves see Pharma's villainy as a recent turn in his life compared to how for "most of his life" he "used to be" a good doctor.
And although Pharma doesn't know this, we as the readers (and even other characters like Rung) know about Aequitas technology and the fact that it actually works, so... if Pharma really was an unrepentant murderer, why couldn't he get through the forcefield too? The Aequitas forcefield doesn't require that a person be completely morally pure and free of wrongdoing or else how could Tyrest get through, just that they feel a sense of inner peace and lack feelings of guilt. Pharma has murdered and tortured people by this point, and put on quite a campy and theatrical show of how much he sees it as a fun game, so why then can he not get through?
It circles back to my headcanon at the start of this post that the "mad doctor" persona is just that-- a persona. Delphi/post-Delphi Pharma's laughing madman personality is just so far removed from every flashback we saw of him and everything we can infer based on how other people see/saw him before that, to me, the mad doctor act is (at least in large part, if not fully) a persona that Pharma puts on to put his villainy in the forefront.
To avoid an overly simplistic/ableist take, I don't think Tarn tortured Pharma into turning crazy. To me, it's more like the constant pressure of death by horrific torture, the feeling of martyrdom as Pharma kept secret that he was the only one standing between Delphi and annihilation, the physical isolation of Messatine as well as the emotional separation from Ratchet, being forced to violate his medical oaths (pretty much the only thing Pharma's entire life has been about), etc. All of that combined traumatized Pharma to the point that the only way he could avoid cracking was to just stop caring about all of it. Because at least then, even if he's still murdering patients to save Delphi from a group of sadistic freaks, Pharma doesn't have to feel guilty and sick about doing it. As opposed to the alternatives, which were probably either going off the deep end and killing himself to escape, or confessing to what he did and getting jailed for it.
In that light, Pharma becoming a mad doctor makes sense. It avoids the bad writing tropes of "oh this character who was good his entire life was actually just evil and really good at hiding it" as well as "oh he got tortured and went crazy that's why he's so random and silly and killing people, he's crazy" and instead frames Pharma's evil as something he was forced into, to the point where in order to avoid a full psychological breakdown and keep defending Delphi, he just had to stop caring about the sanctity of life or about what other people might think of him.
Then, of course, the actual Delphi episode happens, and Pharma's own lifelong best friend Ratchet basically spits in his face and sees him as nothing more than a crazy murderer who went rogue from being a good Autobot. Then Pharma gets his hands cut off and left to die on Messatine. At that point, Pharma has not only been mentally/emotionally broken into losing his feelings of compassion, he's received the message loud and clear: He is alone. Everyone hates him. Not even his own best friend likes him any more. No one even cared enough about him to check if he actually died or not. He will only ever be remembered as a doctor who went insane and killed his patients.
So in the light of 1. Having all of your redeeming qualities be squeezed out of you one by one for the sake of survival and 2. Having your reputation and all of your positive relationships be destroyed and 3. People only know/care about you as "that doctor who became evil and killed his patients" rather than the millions of years of good service that came before.
What else is there to do but internalize the fact that you'll forever be seen as a monster and a freak, and embrace it? People already see you as a murderer for that blackmail deal you did, so why not become an actual murderer and just start killing people on a whim? People already see you as an irredeemable monster who puts a stain on the Autobot name, so why beg for their forgiveness when you could just shun them back? You've already become a murderer, a traitor, and a horrible doctor, so what's a few more evil acts added to the pile? It's not like anyone will ever forgive you or love you ever again.
Why care? Why try to hold on to your principles of compassion, kindness, medical ethics, when an entire lifetime of being a good person did nothing to save you from blackmail and then abandonment? Why put yourself through the emotional agony of feeling lonely, guilty, miserable, when you could just... stop caring, and not hurt any more?
#squiggposting#pharma apologism#i'm sure the doylist reason for the writing is just that pharma was a designated villain#so since he's a villain and 'crazy' it's fine for everyone even the good guys to treat him like complete trash#i just think from a watsonian perspective taking a sympathetic approach is way more interesting and logically consistent#what i mean is like. from a meta perspective one of the best ways to show that a character is super evil and not worth saving#is when even the good guy heroes. the ones who are supposed to be kind and compassionate and wise. see him as dirt#and this is also kind of a necessity in most plots bc TF is the kind of series that just needs action villains and long-term antagonists#so not every villain is written or has a plot to be made redeemable. and pharma is one of these bc he's not important or a legacy character#so from a doylist (meta) perspective you could read the autobots' disregard of pharma as a sign of#'this guy is not meant to have your sympathy as a reader. pay no attention to him'#but from a watsonian (in universe) perspective it paints a miserable picture of pharma being utterly forsaken by the ppl he served alongsid#and like yeah i'm super autistic about pharma so of course i view him with sympathy but like#the idea of being a loyal and good person for years only to be subjected to a Torment Nexus of#being blackmailed into breaking all of the oaths you held sacred. under threat of you and all your comrades dying horrible torturous deaths#then when your comrades find out about it they focus solely on the 'harvesting organs' and not on the 'blackmail' part#and then you get literally left for dead by your comrades and best friend hating your guts#and then you get rescued by a guy who uses you as a test subject for his evil machine#this is a fucking nightmare scenario like pharma could hardly be suffering more if the author TRIED to make him suffer#and for me it's like. the evil pharma did can't be decontextualized to what drove him to that. as well as the question of like#how easily ppl can write someone off as evil and turn a blind eye to (or even find satisfaction in) their suffering bc theyre evil#and either brought it on themselves or it's just karma paying a visit#like. i feel like if pharma WERE a shitty doctor and a terrible person his whole life then the delphi situation would feel like karma#but the way it's written and the lore retroactively put in makes it feel more pharma getting thrown in a torture carousel#and THEN becoming evil. but then being treated as if he was always evil or was some sort of bad apple#bc like i'm not opposed to LOLing when a villain gets a karmic torture/death related to the wrongs they committed#but in pharma's case it feels less like karma and more like endless torture + being abandoned by ppl who should have been more loyal
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If I may request a Rise fic!! Iβm a huge sucker for comfort/cheer up tickles, so could you possibly write a disaster twins fic with Lee Leo and Ler Donnie where Leoβs been having a pretty bad day (because of what is your choice!) and ends up feeling self conscious about himself and stuff, so Donnie decides to cheer up his twin!! Please donβt feel rushed and make sure youβre taking care of yourself ^_^
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If Leo was going to be told off and scolded by his dear beloved brow-loving brother, he should atΒ least have something to occupy himself with in the meanwhile.Β
The softshell groaned eternally at his little brotherβs action, quickly snatching the piece of literature out of the otherβs hands and throwing it effortlessly to the ground.Β
Uninterested lime green eyes locked with a determined yet fierce light golden, both of them refusing to look away or blink to show their dominance.
But after a while, the red eared slider grew more impatient, looking away again as he picked a hangnail on his thumb, βIf youβre going to yell at me,Β can you just get it over with?Β I saw a reddit post predicting whatβs going to happen in The Umbrella Academy season four and IΒ needΒ to read it.βΒ
βYou can read thatΒ later,Β Nardo. I promise you, that reddit post isnβt going toΒ fly away.β The elder said as he pinched the bridge of his snout, βWhat IΒ needΒ you to do right now is acknowledge what you did today wasΒ stupid,Β alright?βΒ
Leo looked away from his older brother, scoffing lightly, βI do stupid things all the time.Β What stupid action of mine are you wanting to scream at me forΒ thisΒ time?βΒ
The softshell turtle took a couple deep breaths at that comment, drumming his fingers on his left arm in a soothing motion because he wasΒ NOTΒ going to give into the urge of strangling his twin brotherβ¦
β¦No matter how much he deserved it.
βIβm not planning on screaming at youβ that wonβt helpΒ anyoneΒ orΒ anything.β The purple banded turtle explained calmlyβ¦but you could see andΒ tellΒ he was starting to lose his paitence.Β
βBut you want to.β The red eared slider pressed on.Β
βLeoβ¦please.Β IΒ donβtΒ want to argue right now.βΒ
βWeβre not arguing.Β Weβre justΒ kindlyΒ discussing myΒ oh-soΒ stupidΒ descisionΒ that unfolded earlier today, right?β The younger twin smirked smugly, his eyes locking once again with his brother.Β
When it came to arguments, the leader in blueΒ alwaysΒ had thisΒ wonderfulΒ tactic to avoiding things:Β attempting to annoy the other personΒ so muchΒ that they drop the subject they wanted to discuss with himΒ completely.
It always worked withΒ Raphβ¦which the red eared slider didnβt know whether that was aΒ goodΒ thingΒ or aΒ badΒ thing.
But the only downside ofΒ doingΒ this tactic was his dumb twin sawΒ rightΒ through itβ¦
β¦And LeonardoΒ despisedΒ it.Β
βNardoβ¦youΒ knowΒ what Iβm referring to.Β And stop picking,Β please.Β Your going to hurt yourself.β The older attempted to say in a tranquil voice, but it personally just sounded like he wasΒ one secondΒ away fromΒ losing. his.Β shell.
βI sadlyΒ do not knowΒ what your referring to.β The blue cladded teen said coyly, picking on his hangnail more desperately now, βCare to enlighten me, Tello?βΒ
Donnieβs expression hardened ever so slightly at his younger brotherβs absoluteΒ persistenceΒ on annoying him out of hisΒ right mindΒ so he could eventually drop the subjectβ¦but the softshell turtle wasΒ notΒ budging.
His twin would have to tryΒ way harderΒ thanΒ that.
βIβdΒ loveΒ to.β The light golden eyed mutant said in a fake sweet tone as he walked over to lean his shell on Leoβs closed door, crossing his arms in disaproval. The elder grabbed his brotherβs sword, planting it right next to his foot so the blue banded turtle couldnβt reach for it.Β
The red eared sliderβs cocky grin turned to a small grimaceΒ (shake)Β as he soon came to terms with what his older brother was doingβ¦
β¦He physically could not leave from this conversationβ¦literally.
Leonardo crossed his arms, trying to mimick the otherβs serious demeanor but was only met with an icy glare in return.Β
βWhat you did during todayβs mission was completleyΒ recklessΒ andΒ idiotic,Β Leonardoβ¦and you know it.β The second oldest said, βI had that thugΒ exactlyΒ where I wanted him butΒ noooooo.Β Because you saw meΒ tripΒ you thought it would be aΒ spectacularΒ ideaΒ to throw yourselfΒ on topΒ of me as that hooligan tried to hit me with hisΒ bat!!β Donatello seethed.Β
βWeβve been over thisΒ multipleΒ times,Β Leo! There wasΒ noΒ reasonΒ for you to do that!β The light golden eyed teen yelled, his glare only hardening more as he saw the younger stuttering over his words to try to defend himself.
βIβm not done.β The taller teen growled, all of his calmness and collectiveness thrown completley out of the window.
The slider slightly flinched (which went un-noticed by the other) at his brotherβs genuine angry tone, his left leg fidgeting and bouncing up and down like crazy.Β
His tactic wasΒ reallyΒ starting to not work in his favour at allβ¦
βJustβ¦stop putting yourself in the middle of danger like youβre just expecting the rest of us to justΒ watch.Β Weβre your familyβ¦and mostΒ importantly,Β we can defend ourselves justΒ fine.βΒ
βWell ihisnβtΒ thatΒ hypocritic!β Leonardo scoffed before creasing his eye ridges together in genuine confusion, mumbling to himself, βHypβ¦uhβ¦hypocrotic?Β Hypβ¦Hypocraticβ¦?βΒ
βHypocritical?β The older deadpanned.
βYES!Β THATΒ WORD!β Leo said, βWhen we were fighting Kraang Prime on the ship and he went to take a blow at Mikeyβ¦what did you do?β
Donatello scowled, his eyes not leaving his twin, ββ¦I went in front of him and shielded him with my mystic tech.β
βExactly.β The lime green eyed mutant scoffed, βAnd how is that any different from whatΒ IΒ did, hm?β
βBECAUSEΒ IΒ HAD A PLAN!!!β Donatello shouted, βIΒ plannedΒ to accordingly go in front of Mikey so my sheild could protect bothΒ him andΒ me.Β Did it end up turning out perfect?Β Fuck no.Β Kraang Prime slashedΒ right through itΒ and me and Mikey wentΒ tumblingΒ towards the groundβ¦β The glasses wielding teen said through clenched teeth.Β
The light golden eyed teen rubbed his face tiredly, his hands clenching and unclenching in frustration, βBut I had aΒ plan.Β YouΒ on the other hand, just zoomedΒ recklesslyΒ on top of me and hoped for the best.β
ββ¦IΒ saved you,Β didnβt Iβ¦?β The younger twin mumbled out meekly, causing Donatelloβs blood to absolutleyΒ boil.Β
βThatβsΒ notΒ theΒ point!!!β The elder said as he clenched his hands at his sides again.
βThen whatΒ is?!β Leo said desperately, βBecause from the looks of it, it just seems like you want toΒ yell at meΒ for just doing myΒ job.βΒ
Leonardo pulled on his mask tails anxiously, trying to calm himself down but ultimately just making himself feel worse by doing the action, βIβve beenΒ tryingΒ to be a better leaderββ
βLeoββ
ββForΒ youΒ andΒ MikeyΒ andΒ AprilΒ andΒ RaphΒ andΒ CaseyΒ andΒ C.J.Β a-andΒ Dad!Β But it seems like no matterΒ what the hell IΒ doΒ thereβs alwaysΒ somethingΒ Iβm doingΒ WRONG!!!β The younger twin shouted, blinking back tears as he glared at the ground as if it took his Jupiter Jim comic.
Whichβ¦itΒ did.Β The blue banded mutant wanted it back now, actuallyβ¦
βI saved you! I-I didnβt even getΒ hurtΒ by doing it butΒ somehowΒ thereβs an issueβ¦β The lime green eyed teen murmured, both of his legs bouncing up and down as he tugged on his mask tails harder, βThere alwaysΒ isβ¦β
βLeonardo can youΒ pleaseΒ justΒ listenΒ to me?β The older twin said in irritation.Β
βBut Don Iβmββ
βNo, Leo!Β JustΒ listen!Β ThatβsΒ allΒ you need to do!β Donnie snapped as he cut his brother off, βI donβt want you leapingΒ head firstΒ into harms way!Β At all!Β EspeciallyΒ if you donβt have a plan!β The softshell turtle exclaimed as he flapped his hands against the side of his thighs, but his eye contanct remaining on his little brother.
βOho soΒ nowΒ you donβt trust me well enough to know that I can handle myself in combat?β Leo said in a last desperate attempt to make his brother drop the conversation.
βIβ¦β The young scientistβs eye twitched, his eyebrows creasing together as he had to physically restrain himself to not beat the ever livingΒ crapΒ out of the other teen, βTHIS ISΒ NOTΒ ABOUTΒ TRUST, NARDO!β The light golden eyed mutant screamed desperately, his hands flapping faster as the red eared slider shrunk at his usage of tone, βThis is aboutΒ youΒ not evenΒ thinkingΒ about what would happen to yourself when you doΒ reckless nonsenseΒ like this.β
Leo glanced to the side, his eyes watering as he bit the inside of his cheek.
He just wanted toΒ helpΒ and be the leader his brotherβsΒ deservedβ¦
But he always found a way toΒ fuck it upΒ without even noticing, huh?
"You don'tΒ thinkΒ about what could happen to you andΒ IΒ hateΒ it!β The elder cried, βWhat wouldβve happened if Raph didnβt come behind the guy and knocked him out cold at the last second, huh?! Would you have just stayed right on me as he continued to beat you with his bat?!β
Leonardo bit the inside of his cheek harder, his legs bouncing up and down more as his fingernails dug unforgivingly into his arms, βI-Iβm sorry, Donnieββ
βOr would you have tried toΒ fight himΒ instead?! Mind you, you dropped your sword before coming to me so youβd haveΒ no weaponΒ to defend yourself.βΒ
βYou don't thinkΒ about how much itΒ scaresΒ me when you do dumb shit like that! IΒ hateΒ seeing you get hurtβ¦I freakingΒ loatheΒ it.β Donnie rested the back of his head on Leoβs door, taking a couple deep breaths and hugging himself in an attempt to calm himself down.
Jeezβ¦when the hell had he startedΒ yelling?Β His throat stung like aΒ bitchΒ nowβ¦
AndΒ whenΒ had he started shaking like a bobby head?!
The older twinβs expression softened, pinching the bridge of his snout once more, βI care about youβ¦soΒ fuckingΒ much,Β okayβ¦?β The purple banded turtle said gently as he gradually started to simmer down and become more calm, βYour myΒ twinβ¦myΒ little brother.Β And IΒ hateΒ to be repetitive but I-I justΒ despiseΒ seeing you hurtβ¦physically or emotionallyβ¦soΒ pleaseΒ justβ¦β
The young scientistβs eyes widened, peering down at his brother who did not seem to be followingβ¦at all.Β
Leoβs eyes were wide as saucers as he hit his arm with his fist repeatedly whilst obviously trying to suck in whatever tearsΒ daredΒ to try and escape.Β
The taller turtle basically ran to his distressed twin, trying to stop him from harming himself any further but was only met with a low grunt.
Shit.
Shit. Shit.Β Fucking shit.Β
Wonderful job, Donatello! You yelled at your brother so much he shut down!
Even though you knew he canβtΒ fucking standΒ being yelled at and theΒ whole pointΒ of you evenΒ being hereΒ was to explain what he did wrongΒ collectively and calmlyΒ because that was the exactΒ oppositeof what Raph does when heβs worriedβ¦
But no!Β You yelled at him anyway.
Wonderful job, Donatelloβ¦wonderful. job.Β
The older twin sighed sadly, gently grabbing his brotherβs wrists so he would stop hitting himself. The two brotherβs shared eye contact once again, an unsure lime green meeting an understanding yet uncertain light golden.
βNardoβ¦β The softshell started, squeezing the otherβs hands gently, ββ¦Are you with me, budβ¦?β
Leo just nodded quietly, squeezing back.Β
βGodβ¦Nardo IβmΒ soΒ sorryβ¦β The older muttered, βI donβtβ¦I donβt knowΒ why theΒ hellΒ I lost my cool like that. I-Iβm sorry I yelled. IΒ shouldnβtΒ of yelledβ¦I-I justβ¦β Donatello sighed, squeezing his brotherβs hands once again. βIβm not angry with you. Iβ¦I was just frustrated.β
βWell, noβ¦let me rephrase:Β I amΒ angry with youβΒ livid even.Β You know damn well enough that when you do those kinds of things my heart literallyΒ jumpsΒ out of my shell. I need you to put into consideration that I would like to live to atΒ leastΒ seventy-sevenβ¦β
The younger twin giggled wetly, fidgeting with his brotherβs fingers as he spoke, ββ¦Why seventy-seven?β
βAlbert Einstein died when he was seventy-sixβ¦I can andΒ willΒ outlive him.β The light golden eyed teen said matter-of-factly, βBut back to what I was initially sayingβ¦I know you meant well.Β You saw that I was in troubleβ¦and you dropped literallyΒ everythingΒ in order to help me get out of said trouble. You donβt think of what happens to youβ¦you just do it because youβll know if you do weβll be alrightβ¦β
βI-I justβ¦I just wanted to protect youβ¦I-I just wanted to helpβ¦β Leo tried to explain.
βI know. I know, Leeβ¦β Donatello sighed, rubbing the sliderβs knuckles gently with his thumb, βBut you need to understand that with you trying to protect us that way, your putting us in the same situation your trying to keep usΒ awayΒ from.β The elder explained lightly, smiling softly as him and his twinβs foreheadβs touched.Β
βYouβre getting hurtβ or at the very leastΒ almostΒ getting hurt. Weβre feeling the same anguish and guilt you would feel if any of us did that. I get that you want to be a good leader and shitβ¦but you can lead wellΒ withoutΒ doing thatβ¦okay?βΒ
Leo fiddled with the otherβs fingers a bit more, his bouncing leg starting to calm a bit, βIβllβ¦try to be more careful when it comes to me protecting you guys like that. When I see you all in troubleβ¦I justβ¦react.Β I donβt really care about what happens to me as long as you guys end up okay. Butβ¦Iβll try to be more careful. And if I ever end up, like, being a bitΒ tooΒ recklessβ¦you can just tell meβ¦deal?β
βDeal.β Donnie nodded, squeezing Leoβs hands one last time before letting go, wiping his twinβs eyes with his hoodie sleeve, βNowΒ pleaseΒ stop crying or youβre going to makeΒ meΒ start crying.βΒ
Leo snorted, examining the otherβs now tearing up expression, βI think itβs a bit too late for thatβ¦βΒ
βGAH!Β FUHUCK!β Donnie cursed, wiping his own eyes as the slider laughed loudly at his exclamation.
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βLeoβ¦donβt you think youβre getting a bit tooΒ bigΒ for thisβ¦?β Donatello grumbled as Leonardo was on his lap, getting all nice and comfy as he rested his chin on the olderβs shoulder. βNoooope.β Leo drawed out, making a dramatic popping noise at the end of the 'p', β'Sides, this is what you get for making me emo earlier.β
ββ¦IΒ saidΒ I wasΒ sorryβ¦I didnβt mean to shout at you like that. I was just concernedβ¦βΒ
βIΒ knowΒ that, you worrywart. I was just kidding.β The lime green eyed teen said lovingly, squishing his brother into a tighter embrace. The older let out a short shriek at the hug but of course didnβt mind the other being so clingy.Β
If the young scientist really and trulyΒ didΒ mind? Leo wouldβve been pushed to the floor by now.Β
The two twins shared a comfortable silenceβ¦wellβ¦aΒ semi-comfortableΒ silence.
The purple banded teen feltβ¦off.Β His younger brother had thisβ¦lookΒ in his eyes; like he wanted to say something but was afraid of what Donnie would say or how Donnie would react.
Which was so damn dumb Donatello didnβt even know how to explain it.
ββ¦Thereβs something else on your mind.β The taller turtle hummed, his suspicions only rising as the other glanced to the side. βUhmβ¦no there isnβt.Β See?Β This isΒ whyΒ I call you a worrywart.β Leonardo said, tapping his fingers on his thigh nervously.Β
Very convincing Leoβ¦veryΒ convincing.
βDonβt evenΒ tryΒ lying to me, Leon. My older brotherΒ andΒ twin senses are tingling. You canβt argue against that kind of logic.β The scientist said matter-of-factly.Β
βWhat are you,Β Spiderman?β The younger snorted.Β
βWe shall never know.β The older shrugged, a small smile spreading to his face as he saw the other snort softly at his statement, βNow stop deflecting.Β Spill.βΒ
ββ¦Can youβ¦adjust my elbow bracesβ¦?β The red eared slider muttered.
ββ¦Why canβtΒ youΒ do it?β The other questioned. Not in a malicious way; he was just genuinely curious.Β
βI like it when you do it. You make it more firm, y'know?β The blue banded turtle whined dramatically, βPleeeeeease?β
βUgh, JesusβΒ fine.Β But drop the poutβ¦you look ridiculous.β The taller mutant sighed, lightly grabbing his brotherβs arm as he readjusted the braces.Β
The purple banded turtle meticulously took off the otherβs left arm brace, tracing his twinβs elbow to make sure it was healing correctlyβ which the slider couldnβt help but wriggle slightly to.
As the older twin put the brace back on, he looked at the other turtle in complete worry, ββ¦Why are you squirming around so much?β Donatello asked in confusion.Β
ββ¦No reason.β Leonardo stated, but let out a tiny squeak as Donnie lightly pinched his forearm.Β
βYohou okayβ¦?β The glasses wielding mutant giggled.Β Β
βI-Iβm fihine!β The smaller turtle insisted, covering his mouth as he let out a loud shriek in result to his brother now lightly scribbling his forearm. βEEEEE!Β P-Plehease moohoove yohour hahahand!!β The younger sputtered out, hiding his face in the crook of the scientistβs neck which the older turtle couldnβt help but let his heart melt to.
βOh.β Donatello hummed, biting back an amused laugh, βSorry. Sometimes I forget how ticklish you areβ¦β
βSnrtΒ I-IhihiβmΒ nahatΒ ticklish. I juhust donβt wahant your hand thehereβ¦βΒ
And isnβt thatΒ quaint.Β
If Donnie had a penny for every time Leo said heΒ 'wasnβt ticklish',Β the softshell would be richer thanΒ Elon Musk.
ββ¦Right.Β Soβ¦you wouldnβt mind me doingΒ thisΒ then?β The young genius mused as he scribbled one hand over his twinβs ribs. βEEEEHEH!Β Duhuhude noHOH!!Β F-Fuhuck yohou!β The younger twin managed through his small giggles, pushing on his brotherβs plastron to try and escape while he still could.
The elder laughed fondly at his little brotherβs futile actions, hugging him closer as he lightly tickled him, βNahardo! My brohohother in Christ gehetΒ back hereΒ or youβre gohoing to fahall off of the bed!
βN-NOHO!! LEHET ME GO!β The lime green eyed teen screeched loudly, kicking his legs and pushing even harder on the otherβs plastron, his eyeβs widening in panic as his older brother casually lifted him up and pinned his arms above his head, his plastron now facing up on the bed.
Eugh boyβ¦
Donnie grinned, sitting on the otherβs thighs as he wiggled his unoccupied fingers in the air near the sliderβs side, βThatβs better~!β
βWAHAIT WAHAHAITΒ snrtΒ PLEHEASE DEEHEE!!β The red eared slider cried, kicking his legs from underneath the scientist.
If he was going to go downβ¦he would atΒ leastΒ go down fighting.Β
βI havenβt evenΒ touchedΒ you yet, you goofβ¦β The older twin chuckled.Β
βB-BUHUT YOHOUR GOHOHONNA!βΒ
β'Gonna'Β what,Β exactly?β
βTihiHICKLE ME!!βΒ
βTickle you?Β Well, why didnβt you justΒ sayΒ soΒ in the first place?β Donatello snickered, using his free hand to skitter his fingers along the crookβs of the youngerβs neck.Β
The blue banded turtle squealed, shaking his head back in forth whilst scrunching his shoulders, βGAHahaβΒ snrtΒ EEEEHEEHEHΒ oho cohomeΒ snrtΒ OHAHAN!!βΒ
βWhatβs wrong, Leo? I thought you said youΒ werenβt ticklish~?β The older teased.
βSnrtΒ STHDHAHAH! ShuhutΒ UP!Β IHIβM naHAT!β The younger shouted, tugging and pulling his arms to try and get his handβs free from the otherβs grasp. Donnie just laughed softly at the action, wiggling his fingers above his little brotherβs stomach.Β
The lime green eyed teenοΏ½οΏ½s eyes widened in panic, thrashing in the hold to try and loosen his brotherβs grip but the purple banded turtle did not budge even aΒ smidge.Β
Leoβs laughs became more giddy and loud as he continued to squirm, small squeals and snorts escaping his beak as his twin brotherβs hand wentΒ sloooooowlyΒ to his stomach.Β
βN-NOHO NONONONO DAHAβΒ snrtΒ DOHON!!β The smaller turtle snorted, hiding his face in the side of his arm which Donnie couldnβt help but giggle to.Β
The light golden eyed mutant rested his hand on the sliderβs plastron, making the younger turtleβs laugh raise almost a thousand octaves.Β
βDOHONβTΒ snrtΒ DOHONβT DOHOHONβTΒ snrtΒ YOU DARE!! YOHOUR SOHOΒ MEEHEEHEEAN!!β Leonardo whined, hiding deeper into his arm and becoming a giggly flustered mess.
The older twin shook his head fondly at his little brotherβs embarrassed state, taking the opportunity to tickle the youngerβs stomach while he wasnβt looking.Β
Leo let out a loud scream, descending into high-pitched cackles as evenΒ louderΒ snorts followed, βHAHAHAHELP!! IHIβMΒ SNRTΒ BEEHEEING SLAHAHAUTERED!!βΒ
βIβm quite literally only usingΒ one hand,Β Nardo. Stop being dramatic.β The light golden eyed teen mused whilst watching his brother snort and squirm, βAnd here I thoughtΒ IΒ was the dancer of the family. Look at you! Youβre making up a wholeΒ dance routineΒ right now!β He said as he let go of Leo, crossing his arms in amusement.Β
βS-ShuhuhutΒ snrtΒ upβ¦β The younger twin wheezed out, hugging his middles as he playfully glared at his purple loving brother.Β
Then, a lightbulb went on in the scientistβs brain, a smug smile spreading to his face, βHmβ¦you know, Leeββ
βDohont callΒ snrtΒ me thahat!β Leo giggly interupted.Β
βUh-huh.Β Well, Leeβ¦did you know that the underarms are one of theΒ warmestΒ places on the human body?β The scientist said.Β
The lime green eyed mutant cocked his head to the side in confusion, βSoho?βΒ
βSooooΒ my hands are cold.Β VeryΒ cold, in fact. Iβd be forever in your debt if you couldββ
βNO! NONOHO WAHAY INΒ HEHELL!Β G-GOHOΒ AWAHAHAY!β Leo squealed, reaching for his brotherβs wrists as the elder tried to tickle his neck once again.
Sighβ¦Leonardo made this too damnΒ easyΒ sometimes.
The glasses wielding teen wasnβt just going to miss thisΒ oh-so-definetly-not-plannedΒ opportunity! The softshell scribbled his fingers along the sliderβs underarms, making the younger let out a loud squawk as he shot his arms down.Β
βNAHAH AHAHAHAβΒ snrtΒ GEHET THEHE HEHELL OHAHAβΒ snrtΒ OHOHOUT!!β Leonardo cried while banging his heels on the bed.Β
βWhat~?β Donnie hummed inocently.Β
βGEHEHET AHAβΒ snrtΒ GEHET. OHOUT. OHOF THEHEHERE!β
βAweβ¦why~?β
βBEEHEECAUSE IHITβS SOHO BAHAHAD!!!βΒ
βAnd?β Donnie chuckled, βThat sounds like aΒ youΒ problem, little brother.βΒ
βAHHHAHAβΒ snrtΒ GAHAHADΒ FUHUCK YOHOU!!!β
βPardonβ¦what was that?β Donnie questioned as he pinched where Leoβs hip met his thigh. βN-NONOβΒ snrt NAHAHAH!!Β I CANβTβΒ snrtΒ PLEHEHEASE IβMΒ snrtΒ SORRY!! I-IHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHCK!!βΒ
βNahβ¦I think Iβll just stayΒ riiiiightΒ here for a bitβ¦β The taller turtle smiled, using both of his hands now to tickle Leo into a laughing and snorting blob.
The younger weakly hit his big brotherβs arms, throwing his head back as he squeezed his eyes completely shut.Β
ββ¦And you know what, Lee~?βΒ
βWHAHAHATΒ NOW?!βΒ
βIβm feelingβ¦kind ofΒ famished.β The elder mused, his smile almost looking like the signature Jokerβs as he saw his younger brotherβs face pale.Β
Leonardo scrambled to sit up, fighting with his brotherβs arms as he giggly protested, βPLAHAβΒ snrt PLAHAHEASE!Β PLEHEASEΒ snrtΒ D-DOHONβT!!βΒ
Donnie pinched his brotherβs thighs unforgivingly, βYou should have thought about that before yapping suchΒ illΒ nonsenseΒ about yourself.β
βWHAHAβΒ snrtΒ WHAHAHAβΒ snrtΒ WHAHAT DIHIDΒ snrtΒ IHIHIΒ snrtΒ EVEN SAHAHAY?!β The lime green eyed turtle cackled, flapping his hands on the mattress.Β
It took literallyΒ everythingΒ in the older twin not to coo his baby brotherβs adorable actions; instead, he lightly moved Leoβs hands away, smiling evily as he lowered his head to the otherβs plastron, βYou donβt even know. Guess youΒ reallyΒ want this, huh~?βΒ
The blue banded teen kicked his knees into his brotherβs shoulders and shell, throwing his head back in complete hysterics whilst waiting for him complete and utter demise.Β
The softshell wasted no time blowingΒ raspberriesΒ afterΒ raspberriesΒ in the middle of his youngerβs stomach, making sure to move the otherβs hands away any time he tried to push at the young geniusβ head.Β
Donnie didnβt feel like getting brain damage after all.
Plus, he had his signature glasses α΄
α΄Ι΄α΄α΄α΄ΚΚα΄ α΄α΄ on! And those wereΒ trademarkedβ¦as you canΒ wonderfullyΒ see.Β
βGodβ¦can youΒ getΒ more ticklish?β Donatello giggled, squeezing and squishing the red eared sliderβs knees with one hand and scribbling his sides with the other whilst contuinung to raspberry Leoβs stomach.Β
βDEEHEE DEEHEEHEEΒ SNRTΒ PLEHEHEASE!!!Β IHIΒ SNRTΒ DAHAHAHβΒ SNRTΒ DAHAβΒ SNRTΒ DAHUNNO!!β The smaller turtle screamed, happy stimming with his arms on the taller twinβs shoulder.
Donnie couldnβt help but chuckle, deciding to show his twin aΒ tad bitΒ of mercy as he nibbled his stomach lightly.Β
The slider let out bloody murder from his beak, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes as his bubbly cackles and snorts bounced off the walls of his room.
βJeezβ¦I think Peppa Pig has some competition, huh~?β The light golden eyed mutant snickered.
βPLEHEHEASE!!Β TEHEHELLOΒ SNRTΒ IHIβM GOHβΒ SNRTΒ GOHOHAβ AHAHAΒ SNRTΒ MYHYHYΒ SNRTGAHAHAHAD!!!β The smaller teen pleaded.
βDo you promise to stop putting yourself in between danger and your family?β The older hummed.Β
βYEHEHES!!β The younger cried loudly.
βDo you promise to go easier on yourself?βΒ
βYAHAβΒ SNRTΒ YAHAβΒ SNRTΒ YEHEHES!!!β
βDo you promise to accept your doing an amazing job as leader and we all love youββ
βMYΒ SNRTΒ FUHUHUCKINGΒ SNRTΒ GAHAHAD!!!Β IHIHIΒ SNRTΒ GEHET IT!!β Leonardo shouted, his blush now completley blending into the red stripes on his face.Β
The softshell turtle got off of the other, sitting next to his little brother as his little brother in question hugged his middles and giggled tiredly.Β
βY-Yohou could ohof juhuhust sahaid ahall of thahatΒ wihihithoutΒ tickling meeheeeβ¦β The younger grumbled despite the evident smile on his face.
βAnd whereβs the fun in that?β Donnie smiled back, his expression softening as Leo got up and leaned against him softly. The older wraped an arm around the youngerβs shoulder, pulling him closer into a warm, protective gesture.Β
βAhand would yohohou look ahat that! Ihi got yohour emo bahad boy ahahass toΒ smileΒ todahay. Your eheeven hugging me~!β The blue banded leader spoke softly, his voice filled with affection as he poked his twinβs forehead cheekily.Β
βYou tellΒ anyoneΒ that and I willΒ not hesitateΒ to deny that extremely untrue statement.β The scientist huffed, rolling his eyes fondly as his smile spread.
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(πΏ.π.: πΈπ π’ππ πππππ’ππ ππππ πππ, ππππππ ππππππ!!!)
#Rottmnt tickle#Rottmnt tickle fic#Lee!Leo#Ler!Donnie#WHOOOOOO BOYYYYYYβ¦#Iβm sorry but Iβm not sorry π«ΆπΎ#Angst is like my second child πΆπΎπππππ#But I feel like I need to explain some stuff bc this fandom is probably holding me at gunpoint rn π
π«#The reason why I feel like Leo and Raph had so many disagreements when Leon became leader is bc Leo canβt handle yelling#LIKE AT ALLβ he just sees it as whomever is yelling means their mad#So if Raphie boy was like: βI CARE ABOUT YOU AND LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YOU DUMB ASS BITCH WHY CANβT YOU JUST BE CAREFULβοΈβ#Leo would hear it as: βI HATE YOU SO MUCH RN WHY CANβT YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHTβοΈβ#This fandom has been sleeping on AuDHD Leo for Y E A R S and I shall not be silent anymore its SOOOOOOO OBVIOUS πβΌοΈ#I could not remember the word βhypocriticalβ for the LIFE of meβ¦when I searched it up I probs wrote βhippopotamusβ#Leon is trying PLEAAAASE catch him a break ππΎππΎππΎ#Older twin Donnie is canon idgaf I was in the writers room TRUST ππΎππππ#Big bro senses π€πΎ Twin senses#Donnie is fucking UNSTOPPABLE π€πΎβ¦bud does need to learn how to control is volume when upset tho eheheheh#He genuinely doesnβt know when heβs gradually getting louder or more upsetβ¦thatβs why he was so panicked when Leo had his lil meltdown LOL#Raphie just expresses his worry with yellingβ¦ex: βAND NOT EAT POSIONβΌοΈβΌοΈβΌοΈβ#Oh yeah this takes place a couple months after the Invasionβ¦so everyone is like healed and everything but yk theyβre still traumatized obvs#πππΎ#Leoβs lil tactic on dropping convoβs is a HC I have so donβt quote me on it ππΎ#GDGDGSHSN I ALSO NEED PPL TO DRAW DON WEARING HIS GLASSES MORE OFTEN HEβS SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE ππππππππ©·#But tysm Nonnie!!! This was a TON of fun to write!#Make sure your taking care of yourself and drinking waterβ or at least get a snack π₯°#But after the mission Raph was SEETHINGβ¦and usually Don tries to talk to Leon instead cuz like he doesnβt want either party being upset#Nor does he want either of them to feel overwhelmed. So when Leo was like βUr doing this to me again?!β Hes referring to all the times Don#<- has done that#Leo doesnβt like feeling pitied but itβs not Donβs intention to make him feel that way he just loves him family
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I still feel like the craziest part of the book of bill is bill making ford stand on his roof in the freezing cold and ford realizing bill couldve made him jump but didn't. like. what the fuck
#text#billford#Idk why that sticks in my brain so much just. man#and the detail of bill setting up the inside of the house to be all warm and welcoming is just#man#he also threatens to walk into the lake when he tries to call stan like bill this isnt gonna make him want to take you back#just imagine what it'd be like to realize the interdimensional creature obsessed with you can make you end your own life#its so fucked up#no wonder ford got so paranoid i would be too#he was so ego driven at the time that the loss of autonomy and control would be even more terrifying#he thinks he can only rely on himself and yet that sense of self is being distorted and repossessed by another#i have so many thoughts about them i need to write into fanfic
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to me billdip is the most compelling when Dipper is still a teenager and bill's human form is a middle aged man or something. maybe he manifests and looks like he's in his 30's...maybe he manifests and looks like he's Ford's age...either way, i love love the idea of bill physically demonstrating the power imbalance between them. bill having the capability to look like he's Dipper's age but refusing to even consider that as an option bc he wants everyone to see that he is 100% in control of Dipper
#cyber.com#billdip#does this make any sense...also warning for super long tags:#just this idea of Bill wanting everyone 2 see how much of a freak Dipper is for wanting to be in a relationship w him.#even if they're not around ppl who know Bill as a alien/demon thing that tried to take over the world--Bill still wants to demonstrate#to //everyone// that Dipper is a Victim and being manipulated and also in denial about it. but it's crystal clear to everyone else.#PLUS! the shame that Dipper would feel. the knowing looks he'd get from strangers...Dipper being like no i'm super brave & mature & this is#a CONSENSUAL! relationship. no one understands me. i love him. he loves me. i'm scared of even saying no to him bc of the threat he poses#to my family and also the entire world but that's just how he is! this is normal probably.#and years later him looking back and going. ohhhhh. yeah i had zero control in that relationship and was mostly just used as a decorative#doll that had no agency.#well! i just think that billdip is incredibly fucked up & instead of making them the same age everyone should lean into how fucked up it is#and make it even more fucked up. if u ask me.#ALSO. bill manifesting himself and looking like he's the same age as Ford? while being in a relationship w Dipper? π΅βπ«π΅βπ«π΅βπ«#punishing Ford for leaving him by making Ford watch Bill & Dipper's blossoming relationship.#fucked up! (i'm writing this w one hand btw. who said that)
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I really liked βI Saw The TV Glowβ for a lot of reasons like the lighting and sound design and stuff
But I also really liked it because how similar I felt to it. Like you watch a show you love so much you want to Be In It and all you do is interact with That Show to the point where you start talking like it and you make everything you see like it because you donβt Know anything else
I really liked owens character because of how Stuck he is in his life. He says he doesnβt think about βthat stuffβ because it makes him feel gross so he doesnt. He takes a job at a place he doesnβt like and when it gets shut down he goes with the manager to the next place also doing a job he hates. When his parents die he lives in the same house he grew up in because he doesnβt want to leave. He had one friend and when she disappeared presumed dead he didnβt do anything but reminiscenced on his time with her and watching the show she helped him watch. You can also see how he starts taking care of himself less after his father died, in the last scenes of the movie he looks like he barely eats or drinks water, he doesnβt do anything but his job. βYears feel like secondsβ because he isnβt doing anything of importance he lost everything that he looked forward too
He doesnβt talk above a normal speaking volume until heβs literally DYING and even after he apologizes still out of breath. Heβs still dying then. No one responds to his apologies or responded to him when he was screaming
He gets a chance to leave and go with Maddie to The Pink Opaque and he gets scared, he gets a chance to leave with her when he was younger and he gets scared. Heβs so unhappy with his life but he doesnβt want to change it because he doesnβt know what else to do
#yeah this movie totally didnβt resonate with me at all#haha#fuck#also he didnβt say anything or really try to wxplore not being a guy except that one time he wore a dress with Maddie. he didnβt even bring#it up with his parents but they made little comments that made him scared. so for the rest of his life he didnβt think about it he tried to#hide how he felt his entire life about everything because he didnβt Want to live his life. he was happy while watching The Pink Opaque so#everything else felt like he was waiting to get back to it#when he rewatched it years later it didnβt feel the same and thatβs when he started falling apart. you could see his ribs when he was on th#ground in one of the last scenes his inhaler didnβt work he didnβt do anything to try and get help or get out of it#uhhhhh do I tag the movie#I think I will I liked writing this#I wanna talk about it more but idk How rn#i saw the tv glow#woo hoo!!#the feeling this movie gave is one that got me to start making dextrine and stuff. I donβt want to say too much and spoil it but itβs simil#similar ((:
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and/or 15. and Dewther for the smut prompts?
"I want to hear you beg" and 15. "You're mine" from this prompt list
I had a lot of thoughts about possessive, jealous Aether and writing this was v fun.
Could be read as dubcon but both Dew and Aether are very into it. Contains scent kink, grinding, and a late night handjob.
divider by @wrathofrats <3
He can almost taste it. It clings to the roof of his mouth, cloying and taunting. Aether's nostrils flare, unable to escape the scent that isn't quite right. It's late. Too late. The room is pitch black, and all Aether can hear is the soft breathing, gentle snuffling snores that come with each of Dew's exhales.
His mate is settled on his chest, one hand gently curled into the collar of Aether's sleep shirt, the other tucked around his shoulder. Aether holds him close, wide awake despite the hour, despite having Dew so close.
In fact, it's because Dew's so close that he can't find sleep. Aether is intimately aware of the ghoul in his arms. Knows him better than he knows himself at this point, how he takes his coffee, how he scores his picks, every superstitious ritual he's ever been privy to. How his piety looks more human than any of the other ghouls Aether's ever met.
It could be argued, then, that Aether knows what Dew smells like. But under the campfire smoke, the caramelized sugar that comes with his sleepy contentedness, and the faint, ever-present tobacco is something carbonated and sharp. Quintessence.
Normally, Aether would take no mind of Dew smelling of quintessence. But therein lies the problem: Dew doesn't smell like his quintessence.
The logical part of Aether's brain knows why. Dew's been sharing a lot of space with Aeon in rehearsals and in the commons, the younger ghoul brushing up against him in search of approval and comfort. No outright scenting or challenging. But the animal part of Aether's brain doesn't give a shit about that.
His mate smells like a different quintessence ghoul. This needs amending.
A tiny voice breaks the quiet, mumbling with sleep. "Aeth?"
Aether realizes too late that he's growling.
Dew shifts on top of him. His movements kick up another wave of his scent, and that's all the animal part of his brain can take. He surges up, flipping them until he's straddling Dew's hips, looming over and dwarfing him.
Dew's body thuds against the mattress, copper eyes fluttering open with a squeak, narrow chest heaving. Aether knows what Dew's seeing: two glowing violet eyes hanging in the pitch black of their room.
The growl still bubbling in his throat, Aether bends to rub his cheek against the line of Dew's jaw, along his throat. He can hear the way his stubble scrapes against Dew's skin, catches on what remains of his gills.
"You're mine," he rumbles, low and dangerous into Dew's ear. The sharp scent of fear and confusion fades to something almost irritated but fond, muddy with sleep. Dew tips his chin back, whining soft and placating.
"'M yours, starshine," he agrees, voice and posture softer than Dew will ever show anyone else. Aether preens, doubling down as he rubs his own ozone scent against Dew's scarred throat.
"You don't smell like mine," he says, huffing as he catches another faint whiff of Aeon's scent. His hips press down, pinning his little mate to the mattress.
Dew gasps with the sudden force of it, taking a deep, shaky breath. "I smell like yours," he mumbles, not quite awake yet even with Aether's cock hardening against the line of his hip. "Dunno what you're talking about."
Aether growls louder, pressing the flats of his fangs against the matescar in the crook of Dew's neck. "You smell like them," he says, shoving a thick thigh between Dew's, feels him start to chub up in interest. "I'm gonna fix that."
He takes both of Dew's bony wrists in one hand, pinning them above his head as he starts to rut against his hip. He mouths at Dew's jaw, kissing and licking a stripe along his scarred gills. It draws a strangled groan from his throat, breath hot against Aether's skin. "Fuck, make me, make me yours again," Dew gasps, pushing his hips up off the bed, bucking into the crease between Aether's thigh and hip.
Aether stills, something almost feral in his eye. "I want to hear you beg for it," he croons, low and dark and dangerous. He pins Dew's hips to the bed with the hand not holding his wrists, putting a stop to any and all bids for friction. "Beg me to make you mine."
He feels more than hears Dew's panting breaths, already so worked up. He always is when he leverages his size like this. Words don't come to him, whining soft and offering the line of his throat to the bigger ghoul, tilting his head to expose the matescar Aether left on him all those years ago. Dew's wrists flex in Aether's grip, but there's no real struggle.
"Give me words, darling," Aether says, settling into a slow, filthy grind. He's not cruel, even like this. He shoves his thigh back between Dew's legs, using his grip on his hip to drag him up and down the tensed muscle.
Dew keens, back arching and copper eyes fluttering shut. "Fuck!"
"Yeah, darling?" He tightens his grip, hoping that it'll bruise by morning. Dew pants under him, pinned and unable to move. Aether can feel his body heat radiating, burning hotter and hotter with each grind of his hips.
"Kiss me?" he asks, and Aether's blindsided for just a moment. Aether's never been able to deny Dew anything.
He dips down, catching his mate's lips with his own. It's surprisingly tender, despite the thick scent of sex that's starting to fill the room, of their combined scents. Dew melts into it, back arching as he tries to get more contact with his mate, straining against Aether's grip.
Aether only breaks the kiss to press his face against Dew's sharp collarbones, rubbing Dew with his scent. He presses a kiss to Dew's matescar just to feel him shudder beneath him. He mouths lower, playing with the silver barbell through one pink nipple. Dew gasps, rutting his hips against Aether's stomach.
"Please, Aeth, starshine, please make me yours again," he whines, doing his best to rub his own cheek against him.
Aether grins, his gold fang glinting in the dark. He ruts against him, groaning in Dew's ear as his cock throbs against his hip, leaking pre until he's just as wet as Dew. "Yeah, darling boy?" He croons, almost growling as the pleasure and possession swirl inside him, coiling in his gut. "You want me to make you mine?"
Dew nods, bucking his hips up jerkily to meet his thrusts. "Please," he breathes, desperately hooking his leg around the back of Aether's thigh, trying to get a better angle.
"I will, baby, I will," Aether promises, pushing him into the mattress with the force of his thrusts. "Make sure they all can smell it, you're mine, darling."
Aether's so worked up that it only takes a few more thrusts before he's keeping his promise. He cums between their stomachs, grunting with each pulse of his cock. He digs his teeth gently into Dew's matescar, groaning loudly into his too-warm skin. He lets go of Dew's wrists to prop himself up, not trusting himself from just crushing his mate
"Fuck," Dew pants, carding through Aether's mohawk. "I smell right now, huh, starshine?"
Aether nods, gently as to not irritate the matescar too much, his teeth still clamped down. He feels it calming, panting into Dew's shoulder as the aftershocks fade.
As his mind clears, Aether's suddenly much more aware of the hot line of Dew's cock pressed into his hip. He releases his bite, kissing apologetically up his throat until he takes his lips again. "'m sorry for waking you, darling. Let me make it better?" he asks, curling a big hand around his length.
Dew's breath hitches, and he keens into Aether's mouth as he sets a merciful pace, twisting his wrist at the tip just the way he knows Dew likes. His hips buck, and Aether lets him chase his pleasure. It doesn't take long before Dew's spilling over his knuckles.
Aether swallows every one of Dew's cries, whispers praise and thanks against his lips. When Dew slumps back down against the mattress, both of their messes smeared on their stomachs and scents strong with each other, Aether wipes his hand on the sheets and pulls Dew close.
They're both too exhausted to care about the mess, though that will not be the case when morning comes. Aether, ever the good mate, will clean him up almost sheepishly, though proud that Dew is his by scent and scar.
#every time i write i go 'i need to be weirder'#anyways i'd have more witty tags but it is midnight and my wrist hurts from typing lol#and tumblr didn't want to save this for whatever fucking reason so this is like the third time i've tried to post this#dot's writing#the band ghost#the band ghost fanfiction#dewdrop ghoul#aether ghoul#dewther#aether/dew#cw dubcon
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there is not enough femslash in batcest circles. the girls deserve to be just as weird about each other as the boys are. if BruDick gets to be weird father/son/brothers/lovers/friends/rivals/soulmates then it is only fair that Babs/Cass get to be mother/daughter/sisters/lovers too. Something about that deep intrinsic but undefinable love that is born out of trauma, especially if you consider Cass not knowing what healthy love looks like in the first place. i think it's fun and deserves just as much fandom content.
besides that, you can get even more niche with rarepairs like Helena/Steph. Huntress/Spoiler: Blunt Trauma is already a fantastic comic and even though it's their only real canon interaction it has so much potential. very comparable to TimJay in how Helena tries to get Steph to understand her morals and the corruption you could play with it.
batman: huntress/spoiler: blunt trauma (1998)
that comic also highlights on how both Steph and Helena are outcasts of the Batfamily and don't have the approval of Bruce to be doing what they do in "his city". I think there's so much Potential in Helena taking Steph under her wing because Bruce won't let her in and it becomes a weird codependent toxic sapphic mess. I think the protectiveness Helena feels over Steph from the get-go is so clear and the way she wants to look out for Steph, wants to make sure Steph understands the real world? I love them. Helena should be allowed to steal Steph, actually. I think it'd be fun.
there are a lot of other possibilities too like Babs/Steph or even getting weird with Helena Bertinelli/Helena Wayne and the existential question of "is it selfcest or not." But these two specifically live in my head rent-free, especially Helena/Steph and one day I'll convince everyone else to ship it too.
#batcest#necrotic festerings#how do i tag ships that are almost non-existent#helena bertinelli x stephanie brown#cassandra cain x barbara gordon#as resident huntress fan my answer to the is helena w/helena b selfcest depends entirely on which version of helena wayne you're using.#pre-crisis!helena wayne/pre-flashpoint!helena bertinelli? yes i agrue is selfcest adjacent at least#because helena bertinelli was meant to be an adaptation of helena wayne#if it's jsa (2022)!helena wayne then it's *not* selfcest because they co-exist in the same universe#and according to current lore helena wayne was named after bertinelli and took the name huntress in her honor#which is a *choice* for sure but that's a different post#i still think shipping them is super fun in a βdon't meet your heroesβ sort of way with helena wayne time travelling#and then potentially running into bertinelli and realizing she's not what wayne thought she was and it being weird toxic shit#as for new-52 helena wayne. i do not acknowledge her and will not comment.#*god* I hate new-52 huntress.#(imo it would be selfcest tho bc they tried to make helena wayne a bertinelli clone. so. there's that.)#i'm going to write a helena/steph fic some day and none of you bitches can stop me#yeah yeah we have stephcass but y'all have sanitized the fuck out of that to convince yourselves it's not batcest and that made it boring.#and helena/babs is neat and all but i prefer helena/zinda when it comes to BoP ships#i should've included panels for cass/babs but it's been a while since i read batgirl (2000) so none immediately came to mind#i have a *lot* more helena/steph thoughts but no braincell to word them. know i will talk about them again.#they got one whole comic and now i won't let them go#also cass/helena is fun for combating morals and the complicated batgirl mantle#cass wears the batgirl suit *helena* made y'all think i can't make that romantic bc i can and will#if we have robin pile then give me batgirl pile#babs/helena/steph/cass hell throw in bette too.
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so itβs. itβs like. man this is so hard without my laptop.
alright so Crassus is a weird guy, existentially. Thereβs a tendency to speculate, assign, and insert him into whatever places are conspiratorial and shadowy because he fits into those narrative places with ease. My personal favorite (aside from all of it) is the idea that he may have pulled strings wrt to Sulla and Caesarβs conflict to help get Caesar out of it.
The Defeat of Rome: Crassus, Carrhae and the Invasion of the East, Gareth C. Sampson
In the universe that exists in my head, he definitely had a hand in it, but he didnβt really intend for Caesar to figure out he played a part in it, but Caesarβs good at puzzles, and noticing someone goes both ways. Binding someone to yourself goes both ways.
Crassus: The First Tycoon, Peter Stothard
This scene takes place sometime relatively soon after Sullaβs death. Crassus has complicated feelings about it, Caesar less so. Veni, vidi, vici, baby!
Hereβs a bonus thing that I keep thinking about with them.
The Roman Revolution, Ronald Syme
like, utang na loob. and it is DEEP between them.
#this is actually an old first draft script from a much longer Caesar/Crassus arc Iβve been writing#To go along with the Pompey/Crassus one#Accidentally itβs turned into a whole arc bc why not do the Caesar/Pompey civil war break up while Iβm at it#anyway formatting all of this on my iPad was a nightmare no more comics that I have to split up for posting until I get a laptop#tris homines#roman republic tag#komiks tag#drawing tag#thereβs a modern gangster AU version of this scene where Crassus and Caesar fuck on the floor in front of Sullaβs funeral portrait#Pompey is there too bc I finally remembered how I was tagging my tris homines live blog and found#The quote comparing the three to some kind of transgressive incestuous relationship. Thank u at my past self for live-blogging that#anyway this was relegated to first draft pits bc Crassus needs to have more bite about it but I wanted to draw them kissing. So.#(Waving a flag) get it caesar#(Bite as in sharp teeth and edges you could cut yourself on if you arenβt careful. Which is why Caesar is Always Very Careful#Pompeyβs the opposite about it but Iβll get to those comics. Soonβ¦β¦.hopefullyβ¦β¦β¦β¦β¦..)#gaius julius caesar#marcus licinius crassus
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One of my favorite parts of phase 2 (and indeed one of the few moments I resonated with IDW Prowl) was when the neutrals were coming back to Cybertron and Prowl said that he refused to let Autobots be pushed aside and overruled after they were the ones who fought for freedom for 4 million years (the exact wording escapes me atm).
And I mean, that resentment still holds true even once the colonists come on bc like. As much as it's true that Cybertron's culture is fucked up, and as funny as it can be to paint Cybertronians as a bunch of weirdos who consider trying to kill someone as a common greeting not important enough to hold a grudge over.... The colonists POV kind of pissed me off a lot of times, as did the narrative tone/implications that Cybertronians are forever warlike and doomed to die by their own hands bc it just strikes me as an extremely judgemental and unsympathetic way to deal with a huge group of people with massive war PTSD and political/social tensions that were rampant even before the war?
Like, imagine living in a society rife with bigotry and discrimination where you get locked into certain occupations and social strata based on how you were born. The political tension is so bad there's a string of assassinations of politicians and leaders. The whole planet erupts into an outright war that leads (even unintentionally) to famine and chemical/biological warfare that destroys your planet. Both sides of the war are so entrenched in their pre-war sides and resentment for each other that this war lasts 4 million years and you don't even have a home planet any more. Then your home planet gets restored and a bunch of sheltered fucks come home and go "ewww why are you so violent?? You're a bunch of freaks just go live in the wilderness so that our home can belong to The Pure People Who Weren't Stupid And Evil Enough To Be Trapped In War" and then a bunch of colonists from places that know nothing about your history go "lol you people are so weird?? π€£π€£ I don't get why y'all are fighting can't you just like, stop??? Oh okay you people are just fucked up and evil and stupid then" ((their planets are based on colonialism where their Primes wiped out the native populations btw whereas the Autobots and OP in particular fought to save organics. But that never gets brought up as a point in their favor)) as if the damage of a lifetime of war and a society that was broken even before the war can just magically go away now that the war is over.
Prowl fucking sucks but he was basically the only person that pointed out the injustice of that.
And then from then on out most of the characters from other colonies like Caminus and wherever else are going "i fucking hate you and your conflicts" w/ people like literal-nobody Slide and various Camiens getting to just sit there lecturing Optimus about how Cybertronians are too violent for their own good and how their conflicts are stupid, with only brief sympathetic moments where the Cybertronians get to be recognized as their own ppl who deserve sympathy before going right back to being lambasted.
Like I literally struggled to enjoy the story at multiple points because there was only so much I could take of the characters I knew and loved being raked over coals constantly while barely getting to defend themselves or be defended by the narrative so like. It was just fucking depressing and a little infuriating to read exRID/OP
#squiggposting#and like dont get me wrong barber wasnt trying to make cybertronians the bad guys or whatever#it's just a problem with his writing where like. he has A Message he wants to send#and so he uses the entire story literally just for The Message even if it involves bullshit plotlines#or familiar characters ppl were reading about for the past decade being shit on by OCs made up to fill a new roster#like barber's writing tends to lean way too much on a sort of lecturing tone#without giving proper care towards including moments where characters get to like. fucking express themselves and share their side#sort of like how barber couldnt be bothered to write pyra magna and optimus actually talking to each other during exrid#and instead during OP ongoing pyra is suddenly screaming about how OP is unteachable#even tho she never even tried to teach him bc she and OP never interacted bc i guess barber couldnt be bothered#he just needed someone to lecture OP so fuck making the story make sense or like letting OP get to say anything in defense#this is the infuriating part of barber's writing bc i think he has incredible IDEAS and was in charge of the lore i was most interested in#but most of the time his execution sucks and he's basically just mid with a few brilliant moments occasionally#or like he has a message about the cycle of violence he wants to convey#but his narrative choices trying to convey that theme made his story come off as super unsympathetic to the ppl who suffered#to the point where barber actively kneecapped some scenes that couldve been super fucking intense and emotional#in favor of the characters lecturing each other or some stupid plot to criticize OP#that time in unicron where windblade screamed about how this is their fault and then arcee replied that her planet is build on coloniation#shouldve happened more often than literally the last series of the ocntinuity. like goddamn stfu about your moral superiority#when your own sins are right fhere lol
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Stanford is a fucking weirdo
Stanford is a fucking weirdo and I need people to understand that so here is some examples of what I could find of Stanford being as fucking weird as possible (Both Stan and Ford's!) first reaction to thinking they killed someone was to steal the person's clothes.
Has sampled human blood? To see if it tasted better then sheep blood? AND HE DECIDES THAT HUMAN BLOOD TASTED THE BEST?
Thinks Rudolph should of just burned down his tormentor's houses in revenge.
Shaves his face by setting his face on fire.
These are literally just off the top of my head. There is probably more examples. I constantly think about this stuff. He's a fucking freak /pos
#gravity falls#stanford pines#especially the drinking blood one what the genuine fuck ford#like I think my favorite part of it is that it implies ford only realized it was fucking weird to drink human blood mid writing in his diar#so he tries to correct it and ending up looking more sus
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Another random art dump of old fanfic fanart! β¨
Well, actually these are a mix between 6s1m and Bitty Hunt (there was a time when I really needed more chapters of those two fics ok? I didn't care enough about skeleton's toxicity back then pfff)
There says "little lady maid" but in the end I just called her Bitty Maid
#I wanted to redraw some scenes before posting but I was eager to show these#There's more doodles but they're so messyyyy#Omg I was so obsessed I even tried writing my own version of those fics through this idea#But y'know Bitty Maid sounds like a cute idea#Until realizing how fucked up it is#Anyway#Bitty Maid#Bitty Hunt#6s1m#Maybe someone recognizes some scene π
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i need to know everything about porter solaire i hope he gets added to the timeline soon so i can read his entries like a bedtime story
#HES MY BEST FRIENDDDDDDD#WE HIGH FIVE AND EVERYTHING#redacted asmr#rioing#redacted audio#redactedverse#so embarrassing i tried to type porter for the tags and accidentally wrote alexis#AND IT HAPPENED THREE MORE TIMES#AND I TRIED TO WRITE REDACTED FOR THE TAGS AND I WROTE ALEXIS AGAIN HELP ME#redacted porter#FUCK I DID IT AGAIN JUST THEN ππ#porter solaire#somebody SEDATE ME
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would you like to talk about how bad the mha ending was hella
as much as i would love to give like. a comprehensive response i genuinely dont think i can get my words together just yet without it being a constant unintelligble stream of 'AND ANOTHER THING-' and bc it's become quite torn in the fandom on if the chapter was good or bad i want like. an actual coherent response here. so i will reblog this if/when i can word it but know IM NOT FUCKING HAPPY
#paragraphs and paragraphs about the villains' endings alone. hawks hpsc president. midoriya's ending#the fact hero society is barely changed and the changes that do happen feel very much TELLING the reader it happened#as opposed to actually showing us how society changed on it. this is smthn ik people will argue w me about#bc yes it was a 400+ chapter manga arguably showing us how society changed but like. did it actually show that#like do u honestly think any community would watch televised battles between TEENAGERS and bad guys#and have the majority of them go 'gah! i cant help but sympathise with the bad guy who just suckerpunched child extra no.28!'#so like. why are they all suddenly on board with massive systemic reinvention. where's the rage where's the bitterness#this wasn't a story on showing the villains as redeemable and working towards society sympathising with them#and slowly painfully coming to a conclusion where japan was ready to change as a COLLECTIVE#this was a story of showing a group of redeemable villains (first step CHECK) getting DEFEATED IN BATTLE#THEY ALL FUCKING DIED EXCEPT SPINNER AND PRESUMABLY COMPRESS#WE DONT EVEN FUCKING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO DABI AT THE END ONLY THAT HE WAS PUT IN THE EXACT SAME POSITION#HE WAS IN WHEN HE WOKE UP FROM HIS COMA AND DABI WAS BORN. 'DABI' AS A PERSONA MEANT NOTHING#we still have an abuser who didn't come to justice. we still have the corrupt government body now being led by the guy they trafficked#and abused and conditioned into the perfect soldier. do u think maybe his opinions are a little biased in regards to that gov. body#maybe. perhaps. slightly. and we still have hero charts!!!!!! every kid in the last chap is still obsessed w becoming a hero!!!!#and dont get me STARTEDDDDDDDDD on midoriya being a teacher. 'i think it's cute he finally gets a life of peace π₯Ί#this way he can help the next generation directly π₯Ί' womp to the fucking womp he was supposed to be the world's no.1 hero#he barely sees his friends anymore. 'it's realistic to adulthood!' i dont want realism in my superpowered teen and up manga#put them in the avengers mansion NOW#so as you can see i waffled regardless of saying i specifically wasn't gonna do that and some of these points bother me more than others#with some being personal I Didn't Like It and some being i genuinely truly believe it to be bad writing#but my summary is mha ultimately felt like a story where a group of individuals unlearned (eh) the beliefs of a toxic society#and tried to save the people that society failed and then they themselves DID NOT FUCKING SAVE THEM#(i have a hit on the redemption via death trope on the dark web for ten bajillion pounds)#and while yeah that isn't objectively an evil story to tell i think 1) it was done poorly#and 2) isn't what a lot of people believed the premise to be nor what i think horikoshi himself was trying to write#ask#mha spoilers#mha
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Keep calm, and drink soda
[CW for blood and gore and vomit] takes place a day or two after emizel was sired. just two boys adjusting to a shift in their daily norms. would YOU drink your homies blood? still not used to writing fanfic so any and all advice IS appreciated. i hope u enjoy.
There were very few things that Soda enjoyed more than well, drinking soda. It was a hobby, an interest, a comfort. And by extension there were very few errands that Soda would look forward to more than the occasional soda run.
The gas station closest to the Demons hideout had stopped selling Faygo entirely about a month or two ago, and it was near impossible to find it anywhere else. The closest place was now this janky little Shell gas station, lovingly titled the Shady Shell, that thankfully sold more flavors than any of the other ones ever did.
It made the hour and a half walk here entirely worth it. Even if this side of town made his skin crawl. Normally he would ask someone to accompany him on this daring little quest, but everyone at the hide out tonight just seemed too tired, too preoccupied, too uninterested.
He knew not everyone really got the soda thing, but they were accepting of it for the most part. Soda is something that, clearly, Soda really loves, but he knew not everyone else was into it.
Which was fine, of course. They didn't need to get it. But, still, sometimes Soda found himself wondering how much of it was a bit, and how much was him.
Emizel gets it perfectly though. He would've been the first person Soda would ask to go on this soda run with him, but, well. He's been preoccupied too, with the whole vampire thing.
It's been a bit more than a day since Soda had last seen his close comrade. For a friend that he saw just about everyday, going without him this long left him feeling a little emptier.
That was fine, though. Emizel had shit he was working out, he had things he needed to do. It's not like he could go out in the day anymore, so of course Soda wouldn't be seeing him at all the usual times.
It was a lot of weird and heavy magical stuff, it made Soda think about those superhero shows. Where the hero needs to keep his identity hidden from everyone. Family especially. He knows how much of a piece of shit Emizels dad is, so he hoped that Emizels home life wasn't stirred up all stupid-like over this.
He hasn't told anyone else, about what happened that night. For the last 2 days, Soda would spend time with close friends and not let them know a thing about what happened to Emizel so, so recently. Why he's so suddenly absent, so distant, so.. offβ¦
'Maybe his dad's just giving him a hard time', he would say, hoping to smother their questions. The less questions they ask, the better. At least until this vampire stuff gets figured out a bit more. Should Emizel wear a disguise when he goes out at night now? Just like a superhero? What kind of hero outfit would Emizel have anyways? Soda figured it would be something really cool.
If anyone could figure out a way to balance all this vampire stuff, and all the leaderly responsibilities that come with being the biggest dog in the Demons, it was Emizel for sure. That guy is so seriously cool.
He was sure this rough patch would even out, and they would weather the next rough patch together no problem. There was really nothing to worry about! All Soda has to do is stay positive, and well, drink soda.
As Soda walks quietly down the crumbling sidewalks of this dreary hive of strip malls and shops, he goes to pull his backpack around to his chest, fumbling with the zipper in the dark. Which was a little annoying, considering the tab of his zipper had fallen off forever ago. He really needed to get around to fixing this damn thing. Maybe another ziptie and a soda tab will do the trick.
Humid air hangs heavy in the night, the sidewalks still somewhat warm after a hotter day. The diesel-soaked air provided enough warmth on its own that Soda had considered taking his jacket off a few times, only for the occasional, annoyingly sharp and chilly breeze to brush by, reminding him to keep the thing on.
Tripping only once and only slightly on an uneven sidewalk, Soda manages to pull a bottle of Faygo from his backpack, a smile glowing on his face. Another short fight with the zipper seals up the bag, and he slings it over his shoulder again.
His flavor of choice tonight was actually the Red Pop, the tried and true, the absolute classic, one of the best Faygo flavors for sure.
But, this kind wasn't actually his favorite. Normally he would stock up on the cotton candy ones, but something about the last few days had him craving the red stuff.
Securing his backpack all the way, he goes to crack open the bottle. Just the clack and the hisssss of the fizzy drink were enough to lift his mood.
Not that his mood needed lifting or anything. Of course. Sure he missed his friend and sure he found himself wondering what heβs doing and where he is and if he's okay. Maybe sometimes he found himself wishing they talked about funeral plans more.
Emizel talked up all sorts of crazy funeral ideas for himself, usually involving the use of his dead body as an inconvenience for others. Outlandish and hilarious ideas, like filling it with explosives and tossing it into a busy road. But what would he want seriously? What would Soda ever do if he just stopped showing up one day?
He had to swallow down all these unnecessary anxieties, so he took a swig of his soda. Sweet, bubbly, comforting. He felt better already! Just stay positive, and drink soda..
It was a lovely night out, and he didn't come all this way planning on letting it go to waste. There was a place he was heading towards, a particular alleyway in this particular place that led off to a particularly tall concrete ledge.
Β It was a run-down little space, littered with trash and shitty trees and those bushes with just too many goddamn ants in them. But the view was fairly nice, overlooking a massive deformed intersection. A particularly stupid one, at that; about 3 times a week you could witness a gnarly crash at this spot. Soda always heard people saying that LA folks can't drive, but he was just starting to figure that maybe no one can drive.
That was the place he really wanted to go to enjoy this soda, and he wasn't too far off from it. Just a few more blocks, and he would be there.
Oh wait, didn't he still have a bag of chips in this backpack somewhere? Hell yeah, he couldn't wait to sit down and relax with a good soda, a good snack, and a good view of the night.
Living as a Demon had its fair share of stresses. He felt lucky to have this life, but he knew well that it could be better. That not everyone has to worry about survival the way they do. That not everyone gets injured on the regular and not everyone has to worry about being sick and never getting better.
Living is hard. But it's finding the small moments of joy that make it all worth it. Dying would be scarier anyway. He didn't want to die, and he felt glad to feel so confident in that nowadays.
The sudden Β THUNKΒ of something slamming into the ground just a block away from him, jolts him out of his thoughts, all his gears screeching to a halt as he freezes in place. What the fuck was that?
It looked like a person, laying flat on the ground with only their head and shoulders peeking out of the alleyway ahead. Fuck. He hated this side of town..
Anxiety churns in his stomach as he debates just turning around, but the way the victim reaches an arm out, attempting to crawl away; it made his heart ache aswell. he's no goddamn fighter, but he couldn't just leave someone like th-
The body is suddenly yanked back into the alley, snatched at a startling speed. It didn't feel exactly real, how could something vanish so fast? It reminded Soda of something from a horror movie, or whatever. What the fuck was that??
His foot takes a step forward, before the rest of his body notices its rebellion and locks down again. Was he seriously going to investigate that? He could just walk away and take another alley. But that was the one he was supposed to turn down! All the other alleys are either walled off or gated off and he wasn't about to go climbing over a damn wire gate. His soda would get too shaken up! Fuck!
Another foot goes in for another step forward. He's gotta get the fuck out of here. He could hear more commotion in the alleyway, a scuffle, a skirmish. He could hear someone cursing through a choked breath. A loud and nauseating crack echoes out from the alley, and yet, Soda takes another step forward.
This was stupid, he shouldn't be getting tangled up in someone else's business. What if something happened to all this soda?
Thankfully, it was that thought that actually got him to pause, and take in a deep breath. It wasn't worth it, maybe he should head straight home.
Atleast, that was the thought his heart and mind were about to agree on, until a particularly familiar grroowwwwlll bleeds out from the alley.
Emizel?
All reason immediately evaporates as Soda makes that connection in his head, stepping right up to the corner of the brick walls, and peering around to investigate.
There was a body on the floor, face down in a puddle of red, head split open in a way that reminded Soda of a smashed watermelon.
But standing over that body, was the familiar, blackened coat, and short blonde hair, of Sodas closest comrade, Emizel.
Despite the carnage on the floor, Soda couldn't help the smile that lights up his face. That was Emizel! That was his boy!
But before he could get over just how happy he felt to see his best friend, something else caught his eye. Movement, behind the dumpster closest to the vampire boy. A person, rising out from the shadows with a glinting baseball bat clutched fiercely in their hands.
"Oh fuck, look out!" Soda speaks up, and Emizels gaze immediately clicks over to him, silencing Soda with just that startlingly red stare.
He had forgotten just how uneasy those red eyes made him..
The attacker, silent and professional, rushes up behind Emizel and CRACKS the metal bat downwards onto his blonde head, the sound ringing out like a Β gun shotΒ in that dark little alleyway.
Soda cringes from just the sound of the impact, but was amazed to find that the bat had warped under the force of it!
The attacker hardly had a chance to process his mangled weapon before Emizel whips around to retaliate.
It looked like he had just swung his hand at his opponent, so the way a shower of red spills outward from the slash, catches Soda completely off guard. The monster boy had cleaved an excruciatingly massive gash up from the attackers right hip, to his left shoulder, the slice spewing with scarlet.
Β It wasn't until Emizel had pulled back his arm, that Soda could process the way it had darkened with more than just blood, distorted into an odd, spear-like shape.
The victim hardly had a chance to yelp before that blade swoops up into his chest at the speed of a snapping bear trap, plunging through meat and bone with disturbing ease, and forcing blood and viscera to erupt outwards. The red patters down onto the concrete behind, the sound similar to rain...
With another low, inhuman snarl, Emizel brings the twitching, dying body closer, until that signature squish of teeth sinking into fresh meat bleeds outward into the space.
What a disgusting sound, Sodas first instinct was to simply avert his eyes, but as the sound persists, he resolves that he has to do something.
He finally steps out into the alley, and speaks.
"Hey ma-"
He could hardly get two words out before Emizel suddenly rips its teeth away from its victims throat, tearing out a hefty chunk of jellied meat, and slamming the remaining fodder onto the concrete floor.
It immediately whips around to stare down Soda, red eyes glowing with reflected light, and with hardly a chance to process the moment-
-It's immediately right infront of Soda.
A gasp lurches from Soda's lungs as he almost stumbles back in shock. How was Emizel so fucking fast?
Other than that single step back, Soda was frozen in shock, his tongue buzzing with the physical pain of such a startling jolt. 'White boy jumpscare' is something that came to mind, but while usually such a thought would evoke some sort of laugh from Soda, this time it offered no such comfort. Okay maybe it did a little.
Emizels snarling face was only inches away from Sodas. Its eyes were wild and unnatural, teeth menacingly sharp and reddened with so much fucking blood. It was everywhere, coating most of his face, smothering his shirt and his coat, and absolutely choking the air with its thick, metallic stench.
Soda would gag if he felt he was safe to even move. He felt like he was locking eyes with that of a creature, something he would only ever see in his nightmares or in scary movies. But it was real. Those monsters are real. And his best friend is one of those monsters. His bestest friend in the world...
His mind was skewered on that unnatural glare, completely frozen with anxiety. Stalling too hard to come to a proper conclusion, Soda instead falls back onto what Soda does best.
"H-hey man... You want some soda?"
He very gently presses the opened bottle of Faygo into Emizels chest.
The two boys stand there for a moment, locked in a tense, silent pause, before the monster boy finally peels its gaze down to the bottle.
It's quiet, for a few seconds, the gears turning in its head. Until the monster blinks, and its eyes clear, and Emizel processes the sight of the bottle.
"Oh, fuck yeah dude, is that the Candy Apple Faygo? Man, that stuffs my favorite!" Emizel smiles as he goes to accept the bottle, and immediately takes a massive swig.
Soda tries to disregard the way his hands were still shaking. "Uh, n-nah man, its just Red Po-"
The words are bit off as Emizel suddenly retches, a heavy flood of red blood and red Faygo spewing out onto Soda, as the vampire boys body entirely rejects the fizzy drink.
The shock of getting fucking projectile vomited on had snapped Soda out of whatever daze he was just in, and it seemed to snap Emizel out of it too. Soda backs up with a groan, looking down at all the blood and bile and pop on his shirt and coat.
"Ohhh fuck dude, what the hell??" He cringes, not even wanting to try smearing any of it off with his hand.
Emizel was coughing, still holding out the Faygo bottle, but hunched over as his body dared to convulse again.
"Ohhhhhh fuck, ohhooohhh fuuuuucckkk" he grumbles towards the floor "Fuuuck Iβm sorry dude, I don't know what fuckin- oohhhgg shit,β He coughs and groans,Β offering the bottle back to Soda.
Soda was still staring at his messied coat with a displeased grimace, but looking up to meet Emizels eyes...
There was a guilt on Emizels face that Soda didn't see too often, and it helped wash away that irritation he felt. This sucked, but Emizel was probably going through a lot more.Β
βItβs, uhm.. don't, don't worry about it, man..β Soda decides to reassure him, offering a sympathetic smile, and a hand on Emizels shoulder, as his comrade spits out the remaining blood and bile.
"Fuckin hellβ¦ Iβm uh, I'm sorry about your shirt, man."
"What? Nahh it's okay man, donβt worry about it." Soda shrugs, taking the Faygo bottle back. "I mean, are you okay man? That uh.. looked like a pretty crazy fight."
Emizel was rubbing his eyes, smearing more blood across his face as he seems to be collecting himself. he spares a glance back at the carnage behind him.Β Β
"Ah.. yeah.. I thought I uh.. I thought I saw that one fucker from uh. That one night. Yknow, the one that uh.." He snaps his fingers, as if trying to summon back the memory. "Vampire bitch... Anyway after that I just kind of, uh.."
He seems to space out again as he looks around. It was as if he was just woken up from a deep sleep, like he was certain he had just known what he was doing, but found the dream escaping him. "I guess I just.. went crazy on these guys. I dunno, they're Fangs anyways." he finally shrugs it all off, but Soda still felt unsatisfied by the answer.
"Oh.. huhβ¦β is the only response he manages to scrounge together. Sure they were Fangs, but did they really deserve.. all that? It just seemed a bit brutal, even by Emizels standards.
He found his eyes wandering over to the split-open head. It was mostly red and bloody, but even in the dark, he could still make out some of the finer details of the gray jelly seeping from the gash. A human brain. He wondered if his own brain looked the same on the inside..
βSo what are you doing out here, man?β Emizels question helps Soda pull his eyes away from the gore, instead looking over to his bloodied comrade.
Emizel looked messy and even exhausted, but his drowsy gaze was focused on Soda with a worried expression.Β
βOh, uh, yknow, just a soda run. Decided I would stock up on some Faygo from the Shady Shell.β Soda shrugs, his eyes flickering down to the opened Faygo in his hand. The top was covered in regurgitated blood. unnaturally blackened bloodβ¦
βAre you.. okay, by the way? Other than the whole..β Soda gestures vaguely at the gruesome crime scene. βAre you hurt?β
The question has Emizel pausing to consider. He straightens his back and stretches his arms, as if trying to detect any pain from any possible injury. Nothing seemed to be bothering him though, and after a second, he decides to shrug.
βNah, I'm all good.β
βOh.. That's good, I uhβ¦β Soda found himself looking over Emizel aswell, searching for any wounds the monster boy might be simply disregarding, as he often does.
There was a fairly gnarly gash on his shin..
βHey uh, I was actually gonna go hang out by the ledge down that way. Yknow, the one with the funny intersection.β Soda says, gesturing off towards where he intended to go. βWanna come with?β
Emizel looks back that way, before turning back to Soda with a big smile on his face.Β
βOh hell yeah I do! I love the funny intersection!β he starts to walk down the alley, about to step over the body of the broken skull, when Soda speaks up.
βUh, hey, shouldn't we uh.. Do something about the.. uh..β He waves a hand over towards the bodies, trying not to look directly at them.Β
Emizel spares the corpses an inconvenienced glance, and a sigh, but ultimately shrugs them off. βEhhh I'll just dump 'em in a dumpster again.. That's what I've been doing anyway.β
βAnd you're not worried about, like, anyone finding them?β
Soda anxiously watches on as Emizel paces around the body with the torn-out throat, licking the blood from his own mouth. Was his tongue always that long and pointed? That's neat, and normally Soda would point it out, but he was a bit.. preoccupied right nowΒ
βNahh not really. I haven't had anyone bother me at least.. Anyone been bothering you?β Emizels eyes finally flick back over to Soda.Β
βNah, I'd say things are actually more lax than usual. Anything that would end up being troubleβs been pretty much crushe- er, killed- destr- stamped out, by uh, by you.β Sods was cringing with every attempt to find a word that didnβt make his stomach turn, but Emizel didnβt seem to notice or mind.
Emizels eyes were currently a bit more focused on the body laying before him. He had that weird look on his face againβ¦Β
βUhh, yeah, yeah that's good that uh, no troubles coming back to you guysβ¦β
Thereβs a moment of quiet between the two as Emizel stares at this corpse, and Soda was about to open his mouth to fill the silence, but Emizel speaks up instead.
βHey uh, why donβt you go ahead of me? Iβll uh, I'll meet you at the place.β He suggests, pointing vaguely off down the alley, but not removing his eyes from the kill.Β
Soda certainly hesitates, his eyes narrowing before he even forms a thought. He opens his mouth to object, but then his eyes flicker back towards the body.
βAre you gonna eat this one too?β
The question leaves Sodas mouth as soon as it comes to mind.
Emizel pauses, and considers, before giving a shrug. βI don't see why not. Perfectly good blood.β He reaches down to grab his kill by the shirt, the one with the split open head. As the corpse rises from the concrete, gray matter drips and sloughs from the crack in its skull. Once again, Soda felt the need to look away, and yet his stupid eyes remained fixated on the horrendous sight. Emizel looks over the spilling brain of his meal, licking his lips curiously. βDude, what do you think would happen if I ate his brain?β Emizel asks, looking back over to Soda with a wild, bloodied smile. Something about that look made Soda shiver, but.. Not really in a bad wayβ¦ βUh, I.. Dunnoβ¦. Eating a persons brain is how you get like, mad cow disease right? But you might also be immune to disease.. Are you immune to disease?β βUhhh, I don't know yet actually. I'm still figuring out how much of this is like video games,β Emizel says, rubbing the back of his head as he idly sways the body of his kill around, watching the blood and gore drip and drop from its broken head. βEh, I'll chance it later.β Without another word or thought, Emizel goes to sink his teeth into the shoulder of his kill, a pleased growl radiating from him as the blood gushes around the bite. More fresh blood upon less fresh blood upon old blood upon older blood. Just so much fucking blood. Soda thought he was used to seeing blood, but thisβ¦ this was just egregious. Was he really starting to get used to this? Itβs just blood after all, and itβs not from his comrades, so it'sβ¦ fineβ¦ He finally manages to pull his eyes away from the gruesome sight of Emizel feeding, but his eyes instead wander down to the blood on his own shirt. Emizels blood was strange, darker than usual, and carrying a different scent. Something about the smell of his blood was more savory, more appealing than the standard metallic miasm. His shirt was smothered in it, his jacket was coated in it, and his opened bottle of Faygo was also splattered with the deep red ichor. Ink swirls within the bottle of red fizzy, spreading out into all sorts of odd patterns. It was a lot of blood. He was certain a lot of it came from however many people Emizels been feeding on. With how much hes been terrorizing the Fangs in just the last few days, and with how nonchalantly he feasts on his kills, who knows how much blood hes actually ingestedβ¦ Soda swirls the bottle, watching the blood inside thin out into strands, dancing within the bubbly soda as they gradually dissipate, fully assimilating into the drink. A bad idea chews at the back of his headβ¦ The sound of ripping flesh once again knocks at Sodas head. He doesnβt look up this time, but he knew Emizel was just playing with his food again..Β Did blood taste good to a vampire? Did some blood taste better than others? What did Sodas blood taste like? What did Emizels blood taste like? There's a visceral snap of something among the chewing and ripping, very clearly a bone or a joint snapping out of place. It made Soda shiver a little. When did his heart start pounding? There's an animal standing only 8 feet away from him, feeding on its kill. That animal is a person, and so is its kill. He wanted to know what vampire blood tasted like, but he already knew what human blood tasted like. It hung so densely in the air, he could feel it forming a vile film over his tongue. The blood of a person just like him. Eaten by an animal that eats people.Β All this stress was no good. This bile rising to his throat was no good. This creeping anxiety was no good. He's friends with an animal that eats people. Would it eat him? This weird feeling was no good. Maybe it will never eat him. But it needs to eat people. This worry was no good. He needed to wash this awful taste from his mouth, replace it with something sweeter. He needed to keep his head clear enough to be there for Emizel when he needed to be. He needed to hold a light to these shadows. And he needed to stay positive, and drink soda. He takes a swig of the open Faygo bottle.
#NO MAIN TAGS WE DIE LIKE ROADKILL#WOW ISNT IT WEIRD THAT YOUR BESTEST FRIEND IN THE WHOOOLE WORLD EATS PEOPLE NOW#ISNT IT WEIRD THAT YOU KIND OF WISH YOU WOULD BE EATEN. EXCEPT NOT RLY BC U WOULD DIE. MAYBE HE COULD HAVE A NIBBLE#i might come back to ramble in the tags more later. STAY TUNED!!!#OKAY IM BACK TO RAMBLE. FIZZFAGS SEAL O APPROVAL IN THE TAGS U MEAN THE WWWOORRLLD TO MEEEE#THIS IS ALL YOUR FFAAAUULTT UR THE ONLY REASON THESE LOSERS ARE ROTATING IN MY BRAIN SO SO FAST#I DO INTEND TO WRITE MORE!! AND I DO INTEND TO LET IT GET WEIRDER#Iwanna make a lil chapter two w them hanging out at the funny intersection while soda maybe tries to patch emizel up.#wouldnt it be fucked up if u saw ur best friend get bled out n then sired right infront of u#and wouldnt it be fucked up if ina vampiric daze he almost sinks his crazy shark teeth into your throat#and wouldnt it be fucked up if you kinda wish he did. like not in a weird way or anything its not weird its not weird at all#RAAHH IM SO HAPPY THAT PPL LIKE MY WRITING STYLE N MY CHARACTERIZATIONS ASWELL IT MEANS SO MUCH TO MMEEEE#NICE WORDS GIVE ME SO MMUCH POOWWEERRRRR RAAGHGHHH!!!thank you guys for being so niceys to me#ive also been thinkin abt writing Post Suckening fics. EXCITED FOR SEASON TWO. in the meantime what if theo had to put up w shenanigens#one shenanigen for example being emizel going feral and attacking a comrade.#then theo needs to stake him n pull him aside n set him straight or something. set him gay. whatever.#ive also had an idea in my head. BC GABRIEL IS TOTALLY INSIDE OF EMIZELS BRAIN NOW#could u imagine doing acid or shrooms w ur homies n then suddenly ur nemesis is showing up in ur fractal hallucinations#anyway i think thats all da ramble i got in me. thanku for enjoying my writing thank yooouuu
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