#who can trust you kangaroo

[cdchyld]

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~ Set of 9 'Sweet Pickles' books by Jacquelyn Reinach and Richard Hefter (1977/78)

[vetitiscripta]

some sfw and nsfw headcanons for tpof ren please🦊🙏🏻 instantly fell in love with your writing and craving the foxy dilf

oh anon you’re so sweet, i’m glad you like my writing! AND YOU MAY ABSOLUTELY HAVE DILF REN HEADCANONS I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR THAT MAN I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG

sfw

he lets you run your fingers over his scars, tracing them. if he’s feeling up to it, he’ll even tell you the story behind them

still a big anime fan so on his days off he likes to just relax with you and do anime marathons

since ren lives in different apartments, of course you go with him when he moves locations. he found an apartment by the bunker to stay in while you were recovering. traveling while you have multiple open wounds seems like a hassle so he figured it would just be easier to get a place nearby

YOU ARE SO SPOILED!! anything you want, its yours. you once mentioned how you miss all the games you had and you woke up the next morning to just about every new gaming console under the tv, already plugged in and games loaded on them. sometimes you have to be careful with what you offhandedly mention wanting because he will get it for you (he just likes seeing you happy, he lives for your smile)

once you are trusted with being outside (something that took quite a while for you to earn), he will absolutely take you out and about in town just to A) show you off and B) take you on shopping trips. he 100% has a black card. ANYTHING YOU WANT, YOU GET! that sweater is $1500? sure, get one in every color. you like the glass elephant that is made purely of crystal? it can be a decorative piece on the dining table

despite how spoiled you are, you are not free from being punished. you don’t get punished as much anymore, but at the beginning of your relationship, you defied him, hoping that you could get away (either running away or by death, you didn’t care at that point). ren has been through his fair share of punishments, he’s told you such; he knows how to leave a memorable punishment to help you understand. he’s also not above bringing out the shock collar in case the punishments aren’t enough

but after every punishment, he always cleans you up and cuddles with you, stroking your hair as you cry into his chest. depending on how far in the relationship it is, he can feel bad for punishing you but he knows that it’s to help you behave and understand

before you’re trusted to be left alone in the apartments, he’ll bring you with him to the bunker when he’s streaming. the first time you realized where you were, you almost threw up from the pure panic that spread through you. ren cupped your face and kissed you to help calm you down, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find how absolutely terrified you were adorable. while he’s streaming you are left in the hands of rhino and kangaroo, who you have come to enjoy and consider friends (or at least as close to friends as you can get in your now abnormal life)

ren once considered getting you a pet to keep you company when you’re alone but he quickly discarded the idea due to how jealous he would be. you are his and your full attention should be on him. he might consider something super low maintenance like a goldfish (you would have to beg him for it though because he would still be jealous what a loser)

i personally think that ren would want a family. its not an intense urge he has, not something he thinks about 24/7, but he thinks about it every so often and how nice it would be (he’s also not getting any younger). ren is very fucked up (from both trauma and who he is as a person now) and it might not happen, but he still thinks about it, especially with you. its very cheesy of him to say, but he knows you’re the one. when he’s really going through it and feeling down, he wonders if what you have is real, if you truly love him or if it’s all for show to just survive (you always tell him that if it was just for show you wouldn’t be so willing to be around him and probably would have killed yourself early on babe your stockholm syndrome is showing)

nsfw (under the cut)

cliché but ren likes to bite during sex. he gets rather caught up in the moment and tasting you really gets him going

his heats can be pretty intense. his more clingy side comes out when he’s in heat and he will not leave you alone. from the moment you wake up until you fall asleep for the night (if you sleep during his heat), he has you in different positions and his dick is always inside you. even if you have to get up for something, he is following you, basically piggybacking you with how close he is

while you probably don’t appear in streams anymore, ren will occasionally film you two fucking. he teases you by telling you that you’re live and everyone is watching or that he’ll upload it for his fans later (a lie, you’re for his eyes only now but he does love how flush you get and how you beg him to turn the camera off)

this is already canon but ren loves seeing you in cute, frilly lingerie. there is nothing he loves more than to buy you an expensive lingerie set and have you show it off to him, only for him to rip it off of you within seconds. if he really likes the piece he’ll fuck you in the lingerie and will have you wear it again

phone sex while he’s away. every night he’ll call you just to listen to you get yourself off while he talks you through it. he’s fisting his cock during it as well, but he loves guiding you through it more. he has to make sure you don’t miss him too much. sometimes he’ll cut the call short and will wait for the spam of calls and texts from you as you beg him to call you again so you can cum. if you don’t get to call, he’ll demand you send pictures/videos. anything will do: shirtless pics, videos of you fingering yourself. he keeps everything you send him in a special folder on his phone that he turns to when he needs a quick dose of you

loves teasing you in public. fancy restaurant on the nice end of town? ren has his hand in your pants while the two of you talk over a split dessert (well, he’s talking. you’re trying to not moan out loud in the middle of the restaurant). is not afraid to drag you into an alley and push you to your knees, cock springing out as he tells you to open your mouth. he’s not worried about anyone seeing but if they do he’ll either throw a smirk their way if you’re hidden from their sight or, if you’re not hidden, he’ll remember what they look like and will seek them out later for a ‘friendly chat’ (you are for his eyes only)

BREEDING KINK!!! following my whole ‘ren wants a family’ thing, he def has a breeding kink. even if his intention isn’t to knock you up, he talks like it is. talks about cumming inside you and how good you would look all round and full of his pups. you moan at his words, too drunk on his cock to reply or think about what he’s saying. you’d ask him to cum inside you, begging him to fill you with his cum. he’s also definitely the type to push his cum back into you as it leaks out. (for my ladies: he’ll definitely put a pillow beneath your hips to help the chances if he’s feeling spicy)

[glitteringobliteration]

Porter Is The Enemy.

Fig was right this whole time! Hear me out:

When Fig was talking to Porter and Zara, it really made me feel kinda weird and upset for Fig when they (more specifically, Porter) started claiming that her powers weren’t manifesting for/from Cassandra. It made me pause for a second bc i felt like, who are they to tell her where her own powers are coming from?

Then it hit me. What did Porter say she needs to do? Stop focusing on doubt, and put more of her concentration into her fire and rage.

What have they been fighting this whole time?

🛎️ DING 🛎️ DING 🛎️ DING ‼️ Rage!!!!

My working theory is that Porter is somehow involved in the work for bringing back this dead rage god, and trying to bring out as much fire and anger and rage in the aguefort students as he can is part of that. He’s been so incredibly helpful to Fig and even Gorgug this year (honestly he seems to care more about the students of aguefort than most teachers there, save for maybe Yolanda), but there could absolutely be ulterior motives.

Like, just think of how powerful they could be with an archdevil of rebellion taken over by one of those rage stars from the Wizard’s synod mall on their side. We went through all of the fiendish connections Fig has during this episode and it’s a LOT; she has a ton of pull in Hell. She could summon an army from her own blood alone (see: Baby), not to mention all the other souls Fig has already influenced simply of her own volition (see: recording studio).

Then suddenly Fig is running security detail for the cleric of Cassandra’s presidential campaign? The spouse (ex-spouse?) of this rage god? If the Bad Kids are right on this one and they’re going to off Mazey next to get Kangaroo Cuntface the spot as principal, that’s a big problem. Kristen Applebees becoming wildly popular/successful despite her 3rd god basically dying, losing all her spells, and having no followers (except Craig i guess. and me) and teetering on the brink of expulsion = big problem for Big Rage God. Of COURSE Porter, a teacher they have come to put their trust into, would tell them to lean into their rage more, the Bad Kids are powerhouses now and he’s scared!

I’ll be really interested to see if any of my ramblings come true in the future episodes. I love unlocking more of this mystery and all in all i really just want cassandra to be ok. I’m mostly excited rn to figure out what spies tongue curse means but i guess we’ll have to wait for next week’s episode. See you at basrar’s!!

TLDR: I have a feeling Porter is secretly working for the rage god and pushing the Bad Kids to lean into their anger for his own/the god’s own personal agenda. Fig will be redeemed!

[emmikoochaitea]

Hello everyone! After a while I’m finally releasing my space rider ocs public after working on them for a while! (the dangerous critters as space riders) I’ve kept them hidden for awhile because of shyness but I decided to finally show them all off! This au belongs to @onyxonline

I’ll be sure to draw the riders as spies and spellcasters too but I wanted to finish all the full outfits of the full group shot of space riders first!

There is also gonna be a fanfic I’m working about them and hopefully you’ll like it! Enjoy my silly goobers! Let’s give them all a small introduction!

Since originally the dangerous critters are sort of rivals to the critters, all of them are pretty competitive and kinda? Mean to the og critter due to some dumb childhood rivalries that are petty.

Sinful Shepherd: The leader of the crew! He’s a kind yet strong willed dog that has a lot of empathy for others and tries to be friendly at first. However he knows how to stand his ground and won’t hesitate to punch someone to put them in your place. He can be clumsy and nervous sometimes as well but always has his heart in the right place and is a good leading figure!

Whimper Wolf: Why is he second in command? The others are wondering that too! He’s really shy, seems scared of everything and usually stays nears Sinful Shepherd. But Sinful still seems to trust him and has given him the role for the crew. Although he still gets scared and panics, he has proven himself in battle he can handle cultist and be a good rescuer just.. in his own scared panicky way?

Noxious Neveah Kangaroo: She’s the team’s medic but also a professional boxer and is a BEAST on the field! She uses her strong legs to pack a painful kick that makes the pain last weeks! She’s very energetic and loves fighting more than anything. If you have a cultist fight without her she’ll just take offense and probably ignore you for a week out of pettiness.

Cassi Carless Cheetah: Neveah’s best friend and partner in crime. She’s also a beast on the field but a bit different from Neveah. Her talent is super speed with her strong legs and it’s hard for any cultist to try and run from her when she can catch up to them in just a few seconds!

KittyBelle: Sinful’s adopted sister. She’s a calm caring soul and sweetheart who loves fashion and galas. She’s the one who made all the crew’s gala outfits as she’s a professional outfit maker on the sideline of a space rider!

Frantic Ferret: He’s more focused on right now as a thief and rebel for the prototype’s cult. He’s had a traumatic past that involved them and set up a small rebellion of other victims and survivors that suffered at the hands of the cult. However he justifies his morals by pickpocket and stealing from others and using it for this small rebellion. He eventually will get arrested by the crew but that hasn’t happened yet.

Carter Cobra: Frantic’s best friend and partner through it all, he’s the engineer of the rebellion and a bit of an odd ball when it comes to research and science. He helped Frantic start his rebellion and has followed him ever since. He makes small gears for the rebellion and creates robotic things to help his friends.

Fenni Fennec: Formally training to be a space rider, Fenni was kidnapped by cultist and raised and manipulated into believing her friends left her for dead and the prototype saved her, giving her a twisted mind set and hatred for the dangerous critter crew. She plans to torment them and get rid of them all, and bring them to the prototype, doesn’t matter if alive or dead.

[decafdoodlez]

Hello! I just read up on your Rina facts, and I was very intrigued when you said she had contact with Rhino and Kangaroo (I love them sm). 🤧

I know you're open to sharing more info about Rina so I wanted to ask. Can we get some information of Rina's relationship/friendship with the goons? And how they interact? 🫣🫣🫣

Have a good one and stay safe! (Sorry for my bad english 😅)

Hi Anon!

Certainly, I’ll gladly give you some facts regarding Rina and the guards! Sorry for the wait on this, I was busy traveling, heheh. (And no worries, your English is perfect!) 🤍

Rina/Rhino/Kangaroo Dynamics and Lore

A short requested list of lore and headcanons regarding my TPoF OC/MC Marina, and Fox’s guards.

a/n: Thank you for this request! I’m always happy to answer any questions about my OC and how she fits in to the TPoF world, haha. Hopefully I’ll write actual one-shots when I have the time, as I really do love writing. ❤️‍🩹 Thank you again for this kind request! ❤️‍🩹

word count: 1.4k

warnings/tags: SFW + NSFW bonus section at the end | written with AFAB OC x Canon in mind, captive/captor themes, power imbalance, age difference (all are adults 25+), mentions of sexual content/conduct.

Rina/Rhino/Kangaroo Lore 🐇🦏🦘

Pre-Auction

First off…Rhino and Kangaroo are the ones who kidnapped Rina for Fox’s human product auction.

The two had surveilled Rina’s routine for about a month before kidnapping her after she had left early from an alcohol-filled get-together that had gone awry.

They had a physical profile to work off of for a “desired product” sought out by big human auction spenders. (Celia, Derek, and Mason)

Marina, among a few other targets, fit this physical profile, but Marina was ultimately the one snatched up for this specific auction.

Kangaroo is the one who anesthetized her, while Rhino is the one who held her down while Kangaroo sedated her.

Livestream Arc

Rhino and Kangaroo are of course the two goons that accompany Fox each time he visits Rina is her cell.

Each day, one of them brought Rina food. Rhino was generally more polite when placing food for Rina, being careful to not make a mess, while Kangaroo tended to shove the plate of food through the slot in the door with a bit of force, almost as if he was in a hurry.

Rhino did not watch the livestreams Marina co-starred in, while Kangaroo watched the streams on his phone outside of Fox’s streaming room.

Rhino is the one who called for medical help after Rina stabbed herself in her third and final gore livestream.

Ultimately, Rhino and Kangaroo did not think Marina would live past her final livestream.

After Fox Keeps Rina

For a while, Fox keeps a guard posted at his residence to watch over Rina while he is away working.

Fox trusts only Rhino and Kangaroo with his most precious pet, and would never let any other set of guards watch over her while he was away.

Fox orders only one guard to stay with Rina at a time, having Rhino and Kangaroo alternate, rarely ever watching her together, as he himself needs a guard while on duty at his job.

The only time Rhino and Kangaroo ever watch Rina together is when Fox allows Rina to go into the city to shop without him and only the guards. (This is a privilege she gains after Fox is certain that she really is the obedient girl he is molding her to be.)

Rina is to never stray far from the guards, and Kangaroo is basically on her heels the entire outing. Rhino is always close behind, keeping a lookout for any potential dangers that could transpire in their outing.

Once the need for Rina to be guarded at Fox’s residence is no longer needed, Rina rarely sees them outside of outings, and the off chance Fox takes her to work in which she has to stay in his office the entire time.

How the guards interact with Rina

Rhino 🦏

Personally for me, I see Rhino more as a gentle giant type, and write him as such in his and Rina’s dynamic. :)

Rhino calls Rina, “Miss Marina.” :)

He is the more willing of the two to indulge in Rina’s hobbies alongside her when guarding her.

This includes building puzzles together, holding yarn while Rina practices her knitting, helping her with some artsy crafts, or watching her play video games.

Rhino is quite patient with Rina, and doesn’t find her shyness to be much of an obstacle, even in the beginning where she would not even speak two words to him.

Eventually, Marina does open up to Rhino, and finds his presence calming despite her situation. His patience and soft spoken personality is reminiscent of her deceased older brother, leading her to feel more comfortable with him in a strange way.

Rhino is usually more than willing to make food for Rina, considering she is not allowed to make food for herself.

In a way, Rhino pities Marina. She is not a bad person, she has never done anything wrong, she was just merely unlucky.

When shopping, Rhino is usually the one tasked with carrying Rina’s shopping bags. He does not mind one bit. :)

Once relieved of his post at Fox’s residence when Rina no longer needs to be watched, Rhino takes it much better than Kangaroo, and is happy to be given his routine at the bunker back in order.

Kangaroo 🦘

In my headcanon, Kangaroo is a bit more on the abrasive side. He’s not gentle, and he can be a bit brash with his words and actions, so I write him as such to fit into his and Rina’s dynamic. :’)

Kangaroo calls Rina, “Pet,” or “Princess.” (Condescendingly of course)

Kangaroo hates watching Marina. He considers this side of his job as “babysitting,” and “not in his job description.”

In comparison to Rhino, Kangaroo is much more impatient with Rina in the beginning of their interactions.

If Rina stutters or trips on her words, Kangaroo is sure to mock her by mimicking her stutter, or chastise her by telling her “I don’t have all day, pet.”

Kangaroo does not go out of his way to interact with Rina on a “human-level.” She’s more or less just a task for him to complete.

Kangaroo is the less likely of the two to make food for Marina, opting to order food for delivery on Fox’s dime.

Kangaroo is a bit of a domineering presence in Fox’s residence when watching Rina, so in turn, Rina tends to keep her distance from Kangaroo.

Though Rina is always on her best behavior around him, Kangaroo still finds ways to note misbehavior to Fox at the end of his shift.

During scheduled outings, Kangaroo is always on high alert, keeping a watchful eye on Rina, much more than he would while watching her in Fox’s residence.

Despite his abrasive behavior towards her, once he and Rhino are no longer needed to guard Rina in Fox’s residence, he harbors some bittersweet feelings now that Rina is trained well enough to not need to be watched anymore.

Once relieved of his post at Fox’s residence, he’ll say that he misses the “babysitting bonus,” but Rhino likes to think that he just misses Rina above all. :)

Fox’s Rules for the Guards

Though Fox trusts his guards with his darling Rina, he does have a set of guidelines and rules he has in place for them to follow. Violation of these rules could result in the demotion or termination of their position in Fox’s operation.

Do NOT touch Rina.

Unless advised or instructed, it is best to keep your hands off of Rina.

Do NOT punish Rina.

Take note of any misbehaviors she may display, and report back to Fox at the end of each shift. (Fox will dole out punishments for Rina.)

Do NOT let Rina cook.

If Rina gets hungry, please make her something to eat.

If cooking is out of the question, please order food for delivery.

Do NOT let Rina go outside.

Unless scheduled and approved by Fox, Rina must stay in Fox’s residence.

Keep Rina away from things that could harm her.

Knives, scissors, or anything sharp should be locked away securely and only be handled by guards.

Secure all possible escape exits.

Ensure that the front door and windows are indeed locked or not conducive to becoming an escape route.

Do NOT follow Rina into the restroom.

There are no locks on the doors, if you feel Rina is taking too long in the restroom, please avoid barging in unless she does not answer you verbally.

BONUS: NSFW Notes

Just a few NSFW things to note! I don’t see Rhino or Kangaroo actually indulging in Rina’s body unless instructed by Fox, but I could see unsavory thoughts/acts crossing their minds.

If Rina wasn’t Fox’s pet, Kangaroo would fancy Rina and hearing her squeal as he fucks into her mercilessly. She is more or less his “type:” Innocent, shy, almost begging to be violated (in his mind, lmao.)

If instructed, Rhino and Kangaroo would most definitely engage in group sex with Fox and Rina.

Fox gets off on displaying his power over people, so ordering his goons to fuck his pretty little pet to contentment as he watches (or joins in) makes his cock twitch at the thought of it.

If ever given the chance to Fuck Rina at the behest of Fox, Kangaroo is rough and mean as he slams into her weeping, puffy cunt, while Rhino displays a bit more care and softness towards Rina, careful to not “break” her under his size.

BUT! This is all merely conjecture. :) I more or less see Fox to be the type to not share Rina, especially after keeping her for a long time, but it is always fun to speculate and bring in some different dynamics, heheh. >:3c

[safetycar-restart]

a while ago you answered an ask from me about little!lando with you and Lewis as the caregiver. I absolutely loved your answer and wanted to ask whether you have more thoughts on the Lando and Lewis relationship. Maybe there is a race where you can't be here so Lando is on his own, which normally wouldn't be a problem. Still, that particular weekend Lando is feeling slightly ill and got squeezed in multiple groups of fans because the paddock security is not up to standards and he just doesn't feel good. Maybe he gets a sensory overload and regresses involuntarily and nobody can calm him down and help him, but Lewis hears about it and gets to Lando. From then on he just tries to make Lando feel better, getting him into sensory-safe clothes and putting noise-cancelling headphones on him and having some quiet time with some kangaroo hold cuddles.

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I’ve missed talking about the littles so much!! We should absolutely speak more about them!! And this is so good I love this.

So firstly, we’ve established that Lando is actually a really difficult little? He’s so good for you, but only because you’ve figured out all the very specific things he needs. He will have tantrums at the drop of a hat if things aren’t exactly as he needs them to be.

Especially when it comes to sensory issues. The poor thing is so sensitive to certain sounds and sensations and even certain types of light. He’ll start crying so quickly, just whining and crying and even screaming if it doesn’t get resolved quickly.

I think maybe this incident is the first meltdown Lewis has had to handle all on his own? He’s been there with you and worked with you to help Lando all the time, but he’s never been by himself before.

Maybe Lando even warns him beforehand? Lando can often tells hours beforehand that he might be at risk of regressing involuntarily, can feel the headspace tugging at him. And he’s learnt that when he notices this, he has to tell his caregiver immediately so they can be prepared.

Which means Lewis knows Lando might regress and that if he does, it might be bad. (Which yes does cause Lewis to leave you several frantic phone calls because he’s so scared he’s gonna mess this up).

So when mclaren contact him and tell him to get to Lando’s driver room, he’s not surprised but that doesn’t mean he’s any less terrified.

Lewis finds Lando sobbing in the corner of his driver room, pulling at his fireproofs so hard he’s scratching himself in the process.

The first thing he does is turn the light off, knowing that the brightness is definitely not helping Lando. When he does that, Lando’s head shoots up to see who has entered. Then there’s a moment where Lando just looks at Lewis in shock, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

Lewis actually thinks Lando might demand he leaves, or beg him to call you.

But then Lando is standing up and running to Lewis as fast as his shaky legs can carry him. Lando throws himself in Lewis’s arms, mumbling “lew!” Over and over again. Lewis holds him extra tight, tries not to freak out too much over the clear trust Lando just showed

Lando had regressed involuntarily, was clearly so overwhelmed and distressed and yet when he saw Lewis, he knew Lewis was safe and ran into his arms. It’s that moment that shows Lewis he really can do this, that he really is one of Lando’s caregivers.

Lewis gets him out of his sweaty fireproofs and gives him a little wipe down before getting him into some comfy, sensory safe clothes. The whole time Lando is so well behaved. He’s clearly upset and still overwhelmed, but he knows Lewis is helping him. He just focuses on Lewis’s voice and trusts him to make it all better.

Before long Lando is curled up on Lewis’s lap, with his noise canceling headphones on and his bottle of warm milk being held extra tight.

Once he’s calmed down properly, Lewis will FaceTime you and Lando will get to hear you tell him a story. But until then, it’s just him and Lando and Lewis finally believes he can do this.

[gracefireheart]

Finally decided on what animal each of the mercs are for the TF2 x Beastars AU, so I'm making a new more clean post about it instead of adding it onto this rb train of mine.

So, let's get into it :]

First off, who is what animal:

Heavy - Eurasian Brown Bear

Medic - Alpine Ibex

Spy - Red [European] Fox

Scout - White-Tailed Jackrabbit (w/ some Red Fox mixed in)

Sniper - Dorset Horn Sheep

Demoman - Scottish Highland Bull

Soldier - Raccoon

Engineer - Blue Lacy [Dog]

Pyro - Gila Monster

Onto some side notes about the mercs in this AU (as well as some other stuff):

Like I wrote about in my fanfic for this AU (which you can read here if you wanna), Heavy is a bit bigger than the average Eurasian Brown Bear despite him not eating any meat. Tho', it also results in him having a weaker bite force. On the flip side, his arms are pretty powerful.

Out of the carnivores- who tend to get long, sharp nails- the only one that doesn't file them down is Soldier.

Scout's coat- as he grew older- began getting more and more tinted a red-ish orange color instead of it's usual gray-ish tan color. His tail is a bit longer than it should be, along with his nails being sharper (which he trims in secret). On the plus side, he is pretty fast, even in jackrabbit standards.

Medic has a few scars on his body he avoids showing anyone- especially Heavy and Scout- after a rather nasty night at the black market. The only ones that knows of it is Engineer (who helps clean the scars) and Spy ('cause of course he does). And ever since then, whenever he goes around the city, he always brings a bag with his trusted bonesaw, a scalpel, and a syringe inside of it.

Under his mask, Spy's fur around his face is graying a bit. As a lil' side note: He does eat meat, but avoids eating it in front of anyone. Even if he knows that Engineer (sometimes) and Soldier (quite a bit) eats meat as well.

Since it takes quite a lot to properly take care of wool, Sniper ends up just not really taking care of it. Which results in stuff getting stuck in it (like leaves, sticks, and so on), an awful time showering, and a grumbling doctor.

Due to how his hair is, Demoman always wears a headband to keep it out of his eye. On another note; While Heavy is the tallest carnivore of the group- and tallest overall- Demoman is the tallest herbivore.

Like Sniper, Soldier doesn't really take care of his fur, despite Demoman, Engineer, and Medic's best efforts to take care of it. His ears are also pretty scarred, but still works alright! If he didn't wear that helmet all the time, that is.

Being a type of dog, Engineer- whenever he isn't busy with a project- is the one to keep the other carnivores in line if they end up getting rowdy, or start losing themselves in their instincts.

Pyro does wear a mask all the time here as well- both to hide their more severe burn scars, and also to not accidentally poison someone with their venom- but only wears an asbestos-lined suit when their job calls for it. Their mask has at least one new sticker (to replace old stickers) plastered on it everyday, and their clothes tends to be decorated with patches that's sewed on, keychains, bracelets, and so on.

This one's gonna sound dirty af, but it's about horns, I swear. Out of the horned herbivores; Demoman's horns are the longest but are also somehow the thinnest, Medic's horns are the thickest (and just a tad shorter than Demoman's), while Sniper's horns are the shortest. These three- more notable Demoman and Medic- tend to get their horns accidentally hooked together and make them fall over eachother, over and over again.

I have ideas for other TF2 side characters for this AU, but I mostly have no clue what animals to give them. Except for Saxton, who gets to be a Red Kangaroo.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Lightning Bug - Chapter 14

Master list for Lightning Bug 

Warning: nightmare, mention of a nightmare, mention of abuse, 

Word count: 3.8k

The group beside Kamala groaned. “What? We have a new person in the group. It’s the perfect game to play.” She looked at you to back her up but your eyes went wide. 

“Don’t bring me into this,” you said. It was Kamala’s turn to groan. “Feel free to play whatever I’ll watch the first few rounds.” Peter sighed. 

“Fine but whatever happens here stays here,” the group agreed and the game began. Kamala went first. She got America to yell the first word that came to her mind which happened to be fuck. America asked Peter and he picked dare which led him to give Ned a lap dance for 30 seconds. That made you laugh. Peter asked MJ if she ever broke a law and she said yes. MJ got Kate to seductively eat a banana. Then Kate made Kamala eat a spoonful of mustard. Finally, Kamala asked Yelena what was the strangest thing she’s eaten. It was a kangaroo. As the game went on, the truths got deeper and the dares got weirder. You laughed along with your friends. Friends. You had a group of friends that made you laugh and smile and felt safe. 

“Can I play?” You finally asked. 

“Of course,” Ned said. “Truth or dare?” You weren’t ready for dare questions. 

“Truth,” you said. 

“How do you feel about the Twilight saga?” You giggled. 

“They are a guilty pleasure read,” you told him. You didn’t hate them but they weren’t your favorite. “But they aren’t great. America, truth or dare.” 

“Truth,” the game continued. You stuck to the truth option. Kate asked what your favorite animal was which you said was a dog. MJ asked if you could travel anywhere in the world where you would go, and you picked Japan. It was Kamala’s turn to pick who to ask. 

“So Y/n,” Kamala said. “Trust or dare?” 

“Truth,” you said without hesitation. You watched her ponder her question, head moving side to side. 

“I overheard Natasha talking to Carol that you are like me,” she pointed to America. “Like her. So what can you do?” The question made your heart skip. It was such a simple question but with an answer that scared you. 

“You do not have to answer that,” America said, quickly. 

“Yeah, she can ask you a different question,” Kate added. You looked at Kamala, the girl looked confused by what was going on. She didn’t know that it was a touchy subject, how could she?

“No, it’s fine,” you said, forcing a smile on your face. “It’s cool,” you rubbed your hands together, clearing your throat. “I can manipulate electricity,” you said. “I can create it, control it, and be a conductor for it.” The group was silent as they looked at you. You hated being the center of attention. 

“Woah!” Ned finally said. “That is so cool!”

“You're like a mini Thor!” Kamala said. You blushed, rubbing the back of your head. 

“Uh yeah, I guess,” you shrugged. 

“And you were born with that ability?” Peter asked. You nodded. 

“I’ve been dealing with it all my life,” you said. You looked at MJ, wanting the conversation to be directed away from you. “Truth or dare?” You asked her. 

*

You lay on your back with your hands behind your head. “Knock, knock,” you looked up and saw Yelena standing in your doorway. You must have forgotten to close your door. You sat up, leaning on your forearms. “Can I come in?” You nodded as she sat on the edge of your bed. “I’m proud of you,” you didn’t mask the confusion on your face. “You didn’t have to share that but you did,” you placed your chin on your knee. “What is going through your head?” You sighed. 

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “My thoughts are all jumbled.” You closed your eyes. “I wish I was normal.” It was quiet in your room at your admission. You questioned if Yelena was still here but you heard her move on your bed. 

“If you were normal then you wouldn’t be you,” you opened your eyes and Yelena was looking at you with a smile. “I don’t know why you hate your powers and I don’t need to know but it’s a part of you and I think you are pretty great.” You smiled. 

“You're pretty great too.” The Black Widow stood up. 

“I’ll leave you alone. But if you need anything, come find me, okay?” You nodded. 

“Thank you,” she smiled, closing your door. You sighed, climbing underneath the covers. You played with the crochet blanket, you’ve yet to put it back in the closet. It was a gentle reminder that you were home. 

*

“How is she?” Kate asked when Yelena walked into the kitchen. The archer was making two cups of hot chocolate. “Whip Cream?”  

“Yes please,” Kate put some on top of her mug and handed it to the Black Widow. “She’s okay,” she took a sip of her drink. It was one of her guilty pleasures from being free from the Red Room. She loved sweets which worked out as Kate was more into savory treats. “Well, I think she is,” Yelena wrapped her hand around Kate’s. “Should we tell Natasha and Wanda?” The question was burning in the back of her throat. Kate was looking at their connected hands, moving her thumb back and forth. 

“We all agreed that whatever was said in that game stays within the group,” Yelena sighed. 

“That was said because Peter Parker doesn’t want Stark to know he gave Ned a lap dance,” Kate laughed. She covered her mouth to muffle the sound. Yelena smiled. She loved the sound of her laugh. It made her feel warm and safe. “Not about something like this,” she said once her girlfriend’s laughter died down. Kate sighed. 

“Look, she told us that because she trusts us. I’m not saying she doesn’t trust Nat and Wanda but she could be more comfortable with us,” she knew her girlfriend was right. It would be a breach of trust. “Besides, it doesn’t change who she is.” She was right again. Yelena took a sip of her hot chocolate. She didn’t miss the smirk that Kate tried to hide on her face. 

“What is it?” 

“It’s nothing. It’s just-” Kate stopped herself. “I’ll get it.” Yelena watched as her girlfriend rounded the island and stood in front of her. The archer captured her lips in a soft kiss. Her hands found a place on Kate’s lips. “You had whip cream on your lips.” Yelena rolled her eyes. But her heart melted. 

“You are such a dork, Kate Bishop,” the younger girl giggled and played with the baby hairs on the base of Yelena’s neck. 

“Yeah but I’m your dork.” Before Yelena could respond, she heard a door slam close and a frantic blue-eyed girl came rushing out. 

“Y/n,” Yelena said. But the girl made no indication that she heard her. 

*` 

You heard your name but it felt like your ears were stuffed with cotton balls. “Hey, bud,” your nightmare-induced brain focused on that. You shook your head and saw Kate in front of you. “Are you with us?” You looked around and saw Yelena in the kitchen with a worried look on her face. 

“Yeah,” your voice shook. “I’m here.” 

“A nightmare?” Yelena questioned. You nodded, unable to trust your voice. Your throat was burning as you fought to hold back your tears. “Kate and I were about to watch a movie. Do you want to join us?” You nodded, wordlessly following them to the couch. You sat as far away from them as possible. Your entire body was tense. You were afraid, the nightmare coursing through your veins. You had no idea what movie they put on. The nightmare was right in the subconscious. You could still feel it. You could hear your father yelling at you, the way his hands were on you. The disgusted look on your mother’s face and the fear in your brother’s eyes. You were only 4 years old when you discovered what you could do and you thought your father was going to kill you. You felt the couch move and it snapped out of the fog and watched Yelena stand up. 

“Where are you going?” You asked, desperation seeping from your voice. The Black Widow stopped. 

“I’m just going to get you and us a blanket.” You nodded. 

“Can you grab the red and black one from my room?” You asked. “Please.” You added quickly. Yelena nodded with a smile and you focused back on the movie. It was animated but you weren’t sure what the plot was you felt Kate watching you. “I don’t want to talk about it,” you said, not looking at the archer. 

“I’m dating Yelena. I know when someone doesn’t want to talk about a nightmare,” she teased but a smile didn’t form on your face. You heard Yelena come back and you took the blanket from her, wrapping it tightly around you. You felt a little better. “Come here,” you looked at Kate. She had a blanket over her, covering most of her skin. 

“W-What?” You stuttered. 

“You don’t like skin-to-skin contact and this blanket is covering me so you can cuddle up to me,” you stared at the couple. 

“Cuddle?” You questioned. “I don’t-”

“If you don’t want to then that’s fine,” Yelena assured. “But it sometimes helps me.” Oh. 

“I’ve never cuddled with someone,” you said. “I don’t know how.” Kate smiled. 

“It’s okay. I got you. Just rest your head on my stomach and or chest.” You nodded and stiffly moved towards Kate. You looked at Yelena for confirmation it was okay and she nodded. You rested your head on Kate’s stomach and stretched your legs out on the couch. Even though the blanket, you could feel the warmth she radiated and the slow in and out of her breaths. 

“Relax,” Yelena said, standing up and fixing the blanket that was on top of you. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you whispered, letting a few tears fall. Yelena knelt so she was face to face with her. Her green eyes stared into your blue. 

“You won’t, okay? You're safe here and we got you.” 

“Okay,” you whispered. Eyes focusing on the movie. It didn’t take long for the calm feeling of Kate breathing to lure you to sleep. 

*

Natasha rested her head on the cool metal of the elevator. It did little to relieve the pounding. “I told you to not take that last shot,” she spared a glance at her girlfriend, who had a smirk on her face. 

“Shut up,” the Black Widow mumbled. Was it stupid to play a drinking game with Thor, Carol, and Bucky using Asgardian Ale? Yes. But it was so rare that Thor and Carol were at the tower she wanted to enjoy it and helped her forget the last couple of days. The elevator opened. “You just-” the scene in front of her caused her to freeze. Yelena was staring at her, finger to her lip - telling her to be quiet. Kate was leaning heavily on Yelena fast asleep and on Kate was Y/n, resting her head on Kate’s stomach and asleep. The volume of the movie was lowered and Yelena must have put subtitles on. 

“She had a nightmare,” Yelena whispered, not wanting to wake up the other two but Kate did stir and open her eyes. 

“Do you want us to take her to her room?” Wanda asked. 

“You can try,” Kate said, her voice laced with sleep. “I am kind of comfy.” Natasha wasn’t sure if she was being 100% truthful. Wanda knelt at the young girl’s level. 

“Dorogoy,” she whispered. “Wake up.” The teen stirred but didn’t open her eyes and hugged the blanket closer to her. It was a blanket that Wanda made for Natasha. She only took it out for movie nights or when Wanda was away on a mission. 

“Come on, sleepy head. Wake up.” The teen groaned, opening her eyes. She blinked a few times. 

“Is it morning already?” She asked. 

“No,” Natasha chuckled. “But why don’t we move to your room so Kate can get some sleep too?” She looked up at the archer, groaned, and burrowed her head back into Kate’s stomach. 

“Don’t wanna,” she mumbled. Kate giggled. 

“We’ll cuddle again,” the archer said. She sighed, sitting up. 

“Promise?” She asked. Her voice was so soft and small. She sounded like a little kid. 

“Yeah, promise.” She relaxed at the promise Kate made. 

“Good night,” she said. “And thank you.” She headed towards the room. 

“Do you know what her nightmare was about?” Natasha asked. They shook their heads. 

“It scared her, whatever it was though,” Yelena said. Natasha nodded. 

“Thank you,” Wanda smiled. “For being there for her.” 

“Of course,” Kate rearranged her position so her head was in Yelena’s lap. “She’s like a little sister to me.” Natasha smiled. 

“Good night,” she said. A chorus of goodnights from Yelena and Kate followed her as she walked to Y/n’s room. She found the teen sitting crisscrossed on her bed, picking at the blanket. “Hey,” she didn’t look up even when Natasha sat on the corner of her bed. “Do you want us to stay?” She heard Wanda walk behind her. The witch wrapped her arms around Natasha and rested her head on her shoulder. 

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I just want the nightmares to stop.” Wanda sat down next to her. 

“Do you want me to help?” The teen looked at the witch. 

“How?” 

“Well,” Wanda crossed her legs. “I can go into your mind with my powers and I’ll subdue the memories and quiet your mind.” The girl’s shoulders tensed up. 

“Will you see what’s going on in my head?” She asked softly. Wanda shook her head. 

“Nope, unless you want me to,” Y/n shook her head which caused Wanda to giggle. “Do you want me to help?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“Alright, get comfy,” the teen climbed underneath the covers and Natasha lay the crochet blanket over her. “Close your eyes and relax.” She did what she was told but her shoulders were tense. 

“Relax, milyy (sweetie),” the Black Widow said, rubbing her chest. “You're safe here.” The teen nodded. 

“I know,” she closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. Natasha watched Wanda’s fingers glow red. Her powers always amazed her. She didn’t touch the girl’s temples but her red magic floated across her forehead. Wanda’s eyes flashed red and the young girl’s body slumped deeper into her bed. Natasha looked at her girlfriend, who was frowning. 

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” she sighed. “It’s just she’s so scared.” Natasha grabbed her hand. 

“Scared?” The Black Widow questioned. “Scared of who?” The witch looked at her girlfriend. 

“Herself.” 

*

You slowly woke up. You felt incredibly well rested. You buried your face deeper into the pillow and the blanket around you tighter. You did not want to get up. For once, the bed felt perfect. It was warm, soft, and felt safe. “Miss. Y/n, it appears Miss. Chavez is at your door.” You groaned. 

“Tell her to go away,” you mumbled. 

“She has food with her.” You sighed, sitting up. 

“She can come in,” the door opened and America walked in holding a tray. 

“I see how it is,” America said, kicking your door close. “You only wanted to see me because I have food,” you giggled as she sat on your bed. On the tray, she brought you grilled cheese and tomato soup. “How did you sleep?” 

“Good actually,” you took a bite of your sandwich. “I was really tired.” America smiled, dipping her sandwich into her soup and eating it. 

“I would say that because it's 12:30,” your eyes widened. 

“Oh well yeah, I guess I was.” She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

“You missed Kamala’s send-off,” You were upset by that. “But she gave me this to give to you.” She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to you. It read, ‘It was nice meeting you. I’ll be in Jersey for a while so text me and maybe we can meet up in the city! -Kamala’ added her phone number at the bottom. You smiled, putting the note on your nightstand. 

“Thank you for bringing me food.” 

“No problem,” she smiled. “Yelena and Kate said you had a nightmare. Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head.

“Maybe one day but not today,” she nodded and you both finished your food in silence. “Have you watched Avatar: The Last Airbender?” You asked, finishing the rest of your soup. 

“No, I’ve been meaning to.” 

“Do you want to watch a few episodes with me?” She agreed and once your dishes were cleaned up, you sat on the couch with America. She made sure to leave enough space between you two but you couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like to cuddle with her as you did with Kate. Would she be warm like Kate? Would her heartbeat lure you to sleep? 

“Hey, are you okay?” She asked. “Your face got flushed.” That made your cheeks burn more. 

“Sorry,” you cleared your throat. “I was thinking about my nightmare.” You lied.

“This will help,” she said and put on the first episode. You moved a little closer to her so your legs were barely touching. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything. You soon realized your mistake as it was very hard to focus on the show with America being so close. 

*

Watching a few episodes, lead you to watch the first half of the season. You would have watched more but America got called to the sanctum. It was a good show and you were enjoying it. You walked to Tony’s lap with your Russian notebook and headphones since FRIDAY informed you the billionaire wanted to see you. You were surprised to see Bruce. He was working on Rhodney’s suit. “Hi,” you said, making your presence known. He turned around, offering you a kind smile. 

“Hi,” he said. “Tony will be right back. You can join me if you’d like.” He sounded so hesitant, scared, and unsure of himself. You knew the man the power had behind him. You smiled. 

“Okay,” you pulled up a stool and sat down next to him. He went back to work. “So,” you said, after a beat of silence. “How does the suit work?” Bruce glanced at you. 

“You want to know how this works.” 

“Yeah,” you said. “It’s better than sitting in silence watching you do something I don’t understand.” Bruce chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Fair enough,” he explained that the suits were powered by arc reactors, a fusion-type power source featuring a palladium core. He said that each suit had repulsors built into the hands and feet with AI built into it. Depending on the suit (or Mark as Tony called them), it had specific weapons. Rhodney’s AI system was malfunctioning which wasn’t allowing him to communicate with FRIDAY or the rest of the team. So when Tony returned with a box in his hand, he found you both hunched over the suit while Bruce was messing with wires. 

“Whatcha doing?” He asked. You looked at the billionaire with a smile. 

“Learning about Rhodney’s suit. What’s that?” You asked, pointing at the box in his hands. 

“This is the stuff Pepper left for you,” he put the box on the table. “She left a note and told me to stress the importance that all of this does not need to be done by the time she gets back.” You nodded and stepped out of the way so Tony could take your place to see what Bruce was dealing with. But you stayed and listened to them talk, using words and vocabulary that you didn’t understand. It didn’t bore you as they tried to determine the problem. It was fun, like a giant puzzle and it made you think about Tony’s offer. You weren’t Tony Stark or Bruce Banner smart but maybe with the schooling you could understand what they were saying. “Hey kid, you with us?” 

“What?” You blushed. “Sorry, I was lost in my head. What’s up?” Tony smiled. 

“We figured it out,” Bruce said. “Do you want to see how we did it?” You nodded, excitedly jumped off the chair, and walked over to them. You listened intently. Maybe you should take Tony up on that offer. 

*

Sleeping until 12:30 was a blessing and a curse, you weren’t tired so you stayed up working on the date entry Pepper left for you but now it was 2 a.m. and you couldn’t fall asleep. You didn’t have a destination in mind as you walked around the tower at night. You took the stairs to each floor and walked around with your hand on the wall. It was calming. You felt like you were the only person in the world. “Oops,” you said to the body you ran into. “I wasn’t-” your sentence died on your lips as you stared at who ran into. It was Bucky. Of course, it was Bucky. He scratched the back of his head with his metal head. 

“It’s fine,” he said. “I wasn’t looking where I was going either.” You licked your dry lips. 

“I uh was going to make some hot chocolate,” you said, heading into the kitchen. “Do you want some?”

“Yeah,” he said, without hesitation. “That sounds nice.” You weren’t sure what you were doing but you ignored the man sitting down in front of you as you focused on your task. “Here,” you set the mug down in front of him. 

“Thank you,” he said with a kind smile but the kind gesture made your stomach drop and your throat tighten. You tried to keep your eyes ahead of you instead of the man but it was hard. 

“I should apologize,” you finally said. “I haven’t been the nicest to you and I’m sorry,” you couldn't look at him but he gave you his full attention. “You remind me of someone I used to know and he would hurt me.” It wasn’t the full truth. He would hurt you and you would hurt him. It was a never-ending cycle. 

“It’s okay,” you finally looked at him. “I understand. I’m sorry too, that life hasn’t been kind to you.” You were surprised to hear an apology from him. 

“Life hasn’t been kind to either of us,” he sighed, his blue eyes staring into yours. He looked away and stared into his mug of hot chocolate. “But we made it here, right?” Bucky looked at you. “It has to count for something.”

“Yeah, kid,” Bucky smiled. “I think it does.”        

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Out Of The Shadows and Into The Neon (Part 15)

“Oooooh, this was so what we needed.” Leon sighs and sinks deeper into the chocolate-scented hot bath. “I didn’t realize how tense I am!”

“Tell me about it.” Raphie lays under a large heat lamp, literally steaming in his shell. “Who knew parenting rambunctious ten-year-old boys would be so difficult?”

“Should we apologize to Dad?” Angelo sits in a recliner, enjoying a foot bath. “... Nah! I betcha we were angels!”

“No doubts!” Donald reclines in a massage chair, while a kangaroo Yokai sits dejected behind him, watery-eyed and pouting over his choice of Machine over Masseuse. “Oh, it is good to be a softshell sometimes!”

“Keep on bragging, Donnie,” Leon says, flicking water at his brother. “Maybe I’ll ask Don Jr. to build you one of those himself.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I’ll tell him to add a warming component. Not copper. Something chemical.”

“You would have my own son accidentally explode me for some petty vengeance?!”

“Uh, duh.”

“Guys.” Raphie frowns at them. “Can we pretend we grew up past being teenagers while we’re here?”

“We already do that every day with the boys!” Leon groans dramatically, then chokes as he sucks in the spa water.

“Leon’s right!” Mikey slumps in his chair, putting his chin in his hands. “We gave them our names, our old gear, and sometimes it feels like we gave them our fun. And I want them to have it, but, today is our vacay day, Raphie! We can be as silly as we want!”

“... Well… alright.” Raphie puts two fingers to his eyes and turns them out towards his brothers. “But if we get kicked out because of y’all pulling some little sibling nonsense, Raphie is ditching you three for a solo day with the kids and April!”

“Totally valid.” “We’ll behave, Raph!” “The odds of us getting into any significant trouble are nearly ze-”

Donnie is cut off when the wall bursts open and a brock hits him in the skull, knocking him right out of his chair. The Kangaroo Masseuse snickers, then screams and flees.

“YOU FIRE ME?!” The last of the dust clears away to show a large, seething Centipede Yokai. His arms are all various sizes, various musculature, and various nail lengths. His back holds one long pack filled with lotions and oils, and a hot-rock heating plate sits on his head. He… stomps? Inside, all hands, no feet. “YOU FIRE HANS?!”

The Turtles all stare at him for a moment before Leon shouts in sheer un-chillaxed irritation. 

“Shouuuld we just let him take his revenge, actually?” Donald looks Hans over. “It is our vacay day.”

All three of his brother look at him with the utmost disappointment.

Donald sighs and stands, snapping a finger. His battleshell rockets through a wall in the other side of the room and attaches, an arm tossing his bo in the air and his brother’s weapons to their hands. “Fine! But this place owes us such a plethora of coupons!”

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“I’m not sure about this…” April looks over her shoulder at Draxum. “Isn’t your old lab basically a ruin?”

“It’s also a piece of family history.” Draxum waves the kids under a line of Caution tape. “And you saw the poster. They’ve restored it for historical preservation!”

“That poster said it was restored for an ongoing criminal investigation,” Casey Jr. says under his breath to Cass. Cass, lips pursed and eyes closed, nods.

April nods too. “Also, it said it’s partially restored, as in, just barely not collapsing anymore!”

“The point is, this is where their fathers were made!” Draxum lets the tape snap back into place, and lifts his arms. “And… I might have left some very rare equipment behind when it was abandoned the first two times.”

“I knew it! Man, Barry! You’re doing this on vacay day?!”

“This is important, trust me!” Draxum waves April closer, and she obliges with crossed arms and a dangerous glint in her eyes. Draxum leans in. “I’m looking into the boys’s DNA.”

“What? Why now?”

Draxum arches an eyebrow at her.

“Wha- Leo’s breakdown? But… that’s just because of his anxiety.” “And why does he have anxiety? Why does Raph have such strong rage for someone so young and well-cared for? Or Mikey’s strong instincts, and Donnie’s great intelligence?”

“So? Sometimes kids are just special, Barry! Anxiety and anger issues and ADHD and uh- hmm. Nothin’ about smarts starts with A, huh? Uh- point it, they aren’t some signs of mystic weirdness! They’re signs of them being normal kids.”

“Then all my tests will reveal is normal yokai-human-turtle mutated DNA and we can move on.” Draxum nods at the lab. “Also, the boys have already been inside for two minutes without supervision.”

“WHA- BOYS!” April dashes past Draxum so fast it fully knocks him and Cass and Casey to the ground. “GET BACK HERE!”

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“Whoa-ho ho! Gettin’ handsy, Hans!” Leon laughs as Hans snatches one of his katana away, but he just teleports it back to his hand. “I know I’m a DILF but relax!”

“Ewwwwww!” Angelo’s whole body shudders and he gags as Hans swings at him and he just redirects the punch to Hans’s own stomach with his chains. “Never call yourself that again!”

“What?” Leon flips out of the way of a rapid barrage of hot stones, which Raphie has to make a defense against as a result. “I’m just one-lining!”

“THIS is why I made the shock collar when we were kids!” Donald bonks Leo on the head with his bo before charging the wood with mystic energy and slamming into Hans’s Hot Rock Head Heater. His ninpo travels out of the staff and into the device, making it shake and tremble before it leaps off of Hans’s head and begins pelting him with stones.

“Don’t say that like it makes it okay!” Raphie picks Hans up with a ninpo-constructed arm and flings him into one of the chocolate-scented baths. “You know that was a jerk move!”

“Yes, yes, and I learned my lesson entirely naturally and will never do it again but come on! You want to shock him right now too, right?!” Hans roars and jumps at Donald, who spins his bo and slams Hans with a mystic rocket so hard that Hans’s flies away, becoming little more than a dot of light in the horizon. Donald holds his hands out at Leon. “I mean, gross!”

“My joke, or me? Because either way, you’re a-wrong.”

“Uh, guys?” Angelo looks around at the utterly decimated spa. “... We might’ve gotten a little too into that fight.”

“Uh-oh.” Raphie looks over the doorway… where the Beetle Yokai Spa Manager stands, three eyes twitching. Raphie laughs a little, smiling and waving. “Uh, we’ll pay for the damages?” —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Hmm… garbage.” Draxum tosses a broken centrifuge over his shoulder. Donnie walks up and grabs it. Draxum picks up and examines a strange mystic tool, and shakes his head, tossing that one over his shoulder too. “Also garbage.” Again, Donnie picks it up. They go like this for a while, Draxum tossing away tools he deems broken or useless, and Donnie collecting them up with starry eyes until he can barely walk.

“A little to the left!” Mikey knocks his foot against Raph’s head, standing on his shoulders.

“Ow! Errrrgh- why didn’t you ask Leo to do this?! We’re the two shortest turtles in the world.”

“But together we make one big turtle! And, Leo said no. … More to the left! AH, WAIT, TOO LEFT! AHHH!” Mikey and Raph scream as they both tip over, only to be caught by Cass and Casey. 

“I’ll get whatever it is you’re grabbing.” Casey reaches up, standing on his tip-toes but otherwise easily reaching. “What were you going for, Mikey?”

“I saw somethin’ shiny!” Mikey bounces in place as Casey feels around the shelf. 

“Was it… this?” Casey pulls down an old pair of goggles, and Mikey sags.

“Awww, man! I wanted it to be an old trophy or something.”

Leo, towards the center of the room, looks up at the destroyed… device, taking up most of the space. “Whoa…”

“Yeah. Whoa.” April glares around the room, kicking an old withered mystic vine. 

“This… looks like a supervillain lair.” Leo looks up at her with a teeth-clenched frown. “Why’s it so bad-guy?”

“That’s… somethin’ for your dad and Draxum to tell you about.” April looks over at the yokai in question, watching him grow a grouping of vines into a little ‘wagon’ for Donnie to put all of his salvage in. She smiles slightly. “Our family’s got a complicated history.”

Leo looks up at her, and then at the panel of the central device. He walks up and climbs onto a piece of rubble to look it over. “In Jupiter Jim, the buttons are way more blinky.”

“They sure are.” April smirks. “I guess some scientists just have better design tastes than others.”

“... This one looks like the airlock button from Jupiter Jim XIV: The Spacewalk And You.”

“Oh yeah, kinda.”

“And- this one looks just like the super-ulta lasers from Jupiter Jim and the Weasel-On Armies of Boogle III!”

“How do you remember this kinda stuff, kid?”

Leo shrugs, sitting down on the piece of rubble and swinging his feet. “I just have a good memory for important stuff.”

“Like Jupiter Jim facts?”

“And Lou Jitsu.”

“How could I forget to count Lou Jitsu?” April watches fondly as Leo keeps listing comparisons to his favorite sci-fi series. Maybe vacay day is saved after all.

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“Okay, so.” Leon puts his hands together, and up to his mouth. “How about this? You don’t take us to Yokai court for property damages, and we… never come back here.”

“Not! Good! Enough!” The manager glares at them.

“Okay, okay, you want me to sweeten the deal, I get it.” Leon’s eyes travel around the room. “How about…”

“Weee cut our losses and take our business elsewhere?” Donald looks down at the manager scornfully. “Since someone doesn’t want our Completely Legally Earned Money!”

“Raphie is nervous about how you got that money now.” He narrows his eyes at Donald. “Are you sellin’ counterfeit headphones again?”

“It is not counterfeiting, the Deets brand logo just happens to be similar to my prototype DonnieTech logo! … I mean happened. In, past tense.”

Angelo lifts his hands. “I could try to mystically repair your walls.”

“And make an enemy of the Mystic City Builders Union?! In your dreams, and my nightmares…”

“Okay.” Leon holds his hands out to his sides, eyes closed and head bowed as he thinks. “How about this. You, let us off the hook, and we take our business to whoever your top competitor is, along with the grudge Hans is probably going to hold against us for the rest of his life.”

“That-!” The manager blinks, and her posture relaxes into something more sly. “Ooooh… send you and your destructive powers to my enemies?”

“Well I meant more in a casual company competition way, buuut oddly intense mortal enemies works too as long as there’s a hot tub.”

“Heh-heh-heh… alright, Turtle. You have yourself a deal.”

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“Why do you want to keep this?” Draxum holds the old half-crushed microscope up to his eyes, trying in vain to find anything worthwhile about it.

“I can fix it up with another one Dad threw out a couple weeks ago.” Donnie holds his hands out, and Draxum reluctantly drops the piece of junk into his grandson’s grasp. Donnie looks it over one more time, sticking the tip of his tongue out in concentration, and nods to himself. He puts it in with the other broken tools in his wagon.

“We can simply stea- I mean buy you new equipment.” Draxum spots a mostly-untouched cabinet and walks over, throwing it open. “Ah-HA! Like this!” He pulls out the pristine tools. “Finally, I can do real research!”

“On our DNA?”

“OH!” Draxum whips around, expression pinched with shock and eyes wide with surprise. “Uh… no.”

“... Can we?”

Draxum chokes on air.

“It’s just, we’ve done a lot of chemistry, and mystic chemistry, and Dad and I do tech and mystic tech, so we know they do together, but… I understand the properties of the science part much more than I do the mystic part.” Donnie looks around, and picks up a book half-buried in dust titled ‘A Brief History Of Yokai Advancements: How Humans Fall Behind Us’. “Or, this! I mean, Yokai are an integral part of many Japanese legends! How did that end up happening? Did a colony of Yokai leave The Hidden City and make a new one in Japan? And if they did, how did that affect their mystic abilities? They would be so far away from the empyrean, so would their DNA degrade? Mutate? What if that’s why we’re such different mutants from our dads?”

“These are all… good questions.” Draxum avoids looking his grandson in the eye, sweating. “But I’m not allowed to study your DNA, if you remember the list of rules your father made and… generously hung up in my apartment.”

“But, I’m not not-allowed.” Donnie looks at his hand. “How are spiritual energy, mystic energy, and mutation-based abilities related to each other? Is there a physical component to Ninpo power? Does that show up as DNA markers? The Hamato clan was historically human, but had a lot of mystical power, which we know if connected to empyrean– maybe the theoretical Yokai who traveled to Japan brought some with them and minor exposure granted mystic abilities to the human population! Or maybe it’s a different form of mystic power entirely! We won’t know without finding out the history, and part of that is genetics!”

Donnie’s eyes are less and less focused on Draxum as he theorizes and rambles, a dreamy and excited look taking over his little face as he stares at nothing in particular and imagines all the mysteries he can figure out.

“Well…” Draxum looks around. April and Leo are still at the button panel, Leo recounting as many Jupiter Jim facts as he can somewhat loudly. Cass and Casey work together, practically juggling Mikey and Raph as they launch the boys up to shelves they wouldn’t otherwise be able to reach. They’re all definitely out of earshot.

“Fine.” Donnie blinks back to the present as Draxum agrees. Donnie lights up, grinning so widely his eyes aren’t even open, the adorable gap of his ever-missing tooth making him the picture of Adorableness. Draxum picks him up. “But no telling your father or uncles! Or L- Splinter. .. Or your aunts! Or Uncle! Or– anyone else!”

“It’ll be a surprise!” Donnie looks at the book he’s still holding. “We can look in the library too! There’s gotta be some books that talk about how Yokai became such a significant part of Japanese culture!”

“Yeah… no.” Draxum taps the book cover. 

“No?”

“The Yokai historical records have very little to do with the surface world of humans. It’s more common now to blend in among them with cloaking brooches, but for a very long time few Yokai wanted anything to do with the human world. Including keeping track of anything to do with them and us other than their transgressions against our people.”

“That… sounds like it’d make everyone hate humans.”

Draxum sweats again. “It… stirred up some bad blood. … For some.”

Donnie looks back down at the book. “So… probably no-one knows except a Yokai who spends a lot of time on the surface, with humans?”

“Correct. But, you already know most of the Yokai who live above.” Draxum gestures to himself. “The rest are mutants.”

Donnie looks away. He can think of one person he knows is a Yokai up there who spends lots of time posing as human, but… he was told to stay away from her years ago.

“But our research on your DNA should yield more than enough interesting results,” Draxum says, poking Donnie’s plastron. “So as long as we keep it secret until we’ve found out what we need to.”

… What’s one more secret, then?

“Okay. And I’ll uh… do my own research. On this.” Donnie pats the book and tries to smile innocently. “With my uh, computer.”

And a little trip out…

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“Do you think the fact that we didn’t destroy that spa will get us sued by the first one?” Angelo asks as the Mad Dogz all walk out of the building with bones feeling like jelly (in a good way, not a Poisoned Pizza Puffs way). 

“I never said we’d get that place destroyed right away. Our deal is still totally solid.” Leon stretches, and his phone goes off. He checks the text. “Ahhh, perfect timing, guys! April says the kids are ready to head home!”

“They’re not the only ones,” Raphie grunts happily, stretching to yawn wide enough to stick his entire fist in his mouth. “Man! I don’t think I’ve ever been so relaxed!”

“Maybe this is a fresh start!” Angelo clasps his hands together. “One relax-a-tastic day to start off a whole relaxing life!”

“Oh, sweet sweet Angelo.” Donald shakes his head, tucking his bo into his battleshell. “Sweet, naive Angelo.”

“Don? What’s with the condescending ominous warnings?” Leon drawls, frowning and squinting at his twin.

“Have we forgotten the age stages our sons are coming up on? They’re soon to be officially pre-teens.” Donald looks grim. “The rebellious stage is rapidly approaching.”

“Pffff.” Raphie waves a hand. “That stage is for kids who don’t have cool parents. What’s there to rebel against with us?”

“Uhhh… I mean, we are here because we grounded them for fighting when we told them not to…” Leon rubs the back of his head. “So…”

Raphie blinks, eyes widening, and then shakes his head. “... This, is something to think about when it’s not, vacay day.”

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“Ah! Finally!” Splints pauses the TV as his family walk into the lair. His expression goes soft as he sees his grandsons all asleep on the backs of their fathers. “I take it today, was a success?”

“Well…” Leon and April both say at once. They freeze, looking at each other with Caught expressions.

“What?! How could anything have gone wrong on vacation day?” 

“It was a good day, Pops,” Leon assures, sliding Leo off his back and into his arms. “Just had a little run in with a tiny fight…”

“And… the boys found out they don’t really like rollercoasters,” April says, wincing. “But we had lots of fun with everything else! Found a great gyoza place!”

Splints looks at them with suspicion, then shrugs. “Well, if you all had fun! Come, once you put the boys to bed, I have ordered takeout!” Splints points at the Shelldon tablet.

“Full on noodle night, bros!” Shelldon cheers! Mikey shoots awake right away. “Noodle night? Aw, yeah! Vacay day is awesome!”

[anjuschiffer]

Even with Time Traveling, the Fates Will Still Laugh at Your Face

Do I have WIPs to work on? Yes. Did I see Coffee was hosting another Hanahaki Hour and decide to write for it? Absolutely. Do I know self control? No I do not, so here is Day 1 for Hanahaki Hours 2024: "We don't all have happy endings"/Poppy/Revival as requested by @the-coffee-fandom

Enjoy :D

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Thank you Veggie and Coffee for beat-ing this fic!

Tags: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha

AO3

To think he would actually find his younger self the minute he stepped out of Fluff’s portal.

Before he could even explain his presence, Robin started to attack him, about to call Batman for backup only to end up muttering a “Second chance”. 

He held in a smirk as he heard Robin yell a “what the fuck” when he realized Jason was now in behind him instead of getting elbowed in the groin.

“Robin.” Jason said sternly, tipped off at the fact that he just addressed his younger self.

When Robin held his guard up, Jason couldn't help but be both pleased and hurt. Pleased because that means Robin didn’t let his guard down around anyone, even those who knew Robin. Hurt because, damn. Did he really look unfriendly in a fucking rabbit themed outfit? 

Well, not completely rabbit themed. The slightly plunging v neck of a sweater didn’t exactly sell rabbit theme. “Listen, I’m not going to hurt you. I just…I want to chat.”

Oh god, did he really say that right now?

“You say you’re not going to hurt me, but how can I trust you?” Robin asked, a batarang pointed towards him. “I don’t know you.”

“Because I’m you. From the future.”

“You could be lying for all I know.” 

“Then ask me something only you would know.”

“How about you tell me something only I would know then. It should be easy for you if you’re from the so-called future.” Robin countered, Jason noticing a smirk threatening to form.

Oh, was that how it was going to be?

“Remember that gala you went with Bruce last month in Paris because he didn’t want you patrolling Gotham without him?”

“Yeah? What about it?” Robin wasn’t going to like this.  

“You met a girl over there. What was her name again? Wasn’t it Marinette or something like that?” Jason held in a snort as he saw his younger self stiffen at the sound of Marinette’s name, noticing how his cheeks and the tips of his ears burnt pink.

Damn. Was he this obvious about his crush on her? No wonder Bruce and Alfred liked teasing him about her. Oh. Is that why Dick kept calling him Rosy Cheeks at one point?

“Wh-what about her?”

“Oh nothing…just that you have a crush-”

“She’s just a friend!” Robin shrieked out, throwing the batarang towards Jason who dodged it with ease. “A very good friend at that!”

“Yeah,” Jason found himself agreeing, smiling at the thought. “Mari really is a good friend of ours, isn’t she?”

Robin blinked a few times to make sure he was indeed seeing a soft smile on the man who said was his future self. It looked just like the type of smile Bruce would have whenever he remembered a nice memory or after spending a full day at an amusement park with him. 

Robin watched as the man sat down on the roof, patting the place next to him. Robin sat next to him, only then really realizing how big his future self was. He was taller than Bruce and Bruce was tall. Like, tall tall. But what really took the cake was how muscular he looked. He bet his future self could easily throw criminals around like sacks of rice!

“So you really are an older version of me from the future, huh.” Robin asked his older self.

But because he was so close to him, his older self’s choice in clothing caught his attention.

Robin looked at his older self from top to bottom. “What’s with the outfit choice? A shirt like your- wait. It’s not a jacket? I thought it was a jacket.” Robin found himself trying to open up his older self’s ‘jacket,” only then realizing it was a sweater with a plunging v neckline. “Is this an actual part of our vigilante outfit? A plunging v neck? Seriously?” He asked in disgust only to wrinkle up his nose. “Holy shit, did Dick’s Discowling outfit  influence us? Oh god, it did, didn’t it?”

“Oh God no squirt.” Jason replied, revolted by Robin’s conclusion. “This outfit is just…temporary. My usual outfit looks way better than this one. And for your information, we’re waaay cooler than Dick.” Jason answered with a smile, Robin’s eyes lighting up upon hearing this. “But you should cut down on the cursing. Pretty sure Bruce already warned you about it, am I right?” Robin grumbled at those words, Jason hearing a ‘so does Alfred’ somewhere in those grumbles. 

Damn. 

He really was an unfiltered child, wasn’t he? Then again, this was around the same time he was still getting used to living with Bruce and being Robin. Getting used to being just that- a kid. 

“So, I know you can’t talk too much about the future because of paradoxes and stuff but-“ Jason watched as his younger self thought about his next words. He looked around as if to make sure no one was listening over them. Or maybe he was hesitating due to the matter of his next sentence. “Are we okay? Are we, you know, happy? What about everyone else?”

“I changed my mind. I was still fucked up as-“

“Why are you allowed to curse and I’m not? You’re practically me! Scratch that, you are me!”

Should he let his younger self know he’s technically not this timeline’s Jason? Should he tell him that he was the original Jason and that his younger self is a completely different Jason from a different point in time?

Jason internally sighed.

What kind of question was he asking himself?

“Not exactly.” Jason ended up answering, looking out towards the city skyline, wondering where Bruce was at the moment. Would he recognize him like this? “And to answer your question: we don’t all have happy endings.”

He watched his younger self become serious and if he paid attention, he could see the way his lower lip quivered a bit before calming down. 

“Is that why you’re here? Are you here to warn me about something bad that’s going to happen later on in the future?”

“Nope.” Jason threw his hands in the air. “ You said it yourself. It would create a time paradox if I did.”

“You talking to me-  shouldn't that have already made one?”

“Nope.”

“How can you be so sure? There are many theories that suggest that even talking with an alternate version of yourself can create paradoxes. Sure, talking might not seem like much, but some scientists agree that even walking past your past self will alternate a future ever- 

Oh, that’s how you know…this isn’t your first time, is it?” Robin gasped, surprising Jason at how fast he managed to piece things together. 

He was a perceptive little shit, wasn’t he? “We can time travel? How many times did we time travel? Did WE invent the tech to do so? Can we do it freely or is there like, a limit to-”

“Wayne Enterprises has yet to make a tool that would allow us to time travel.” Jason cut Robin off. “That being said, there are people who can time travel at free will.” 

Some are even villains he wanted to add but decided to keep it to himself. 

“And we’re one of them?”

“Villains? No. Able to time travel freely? Not exactly by choice.”

“Is it related to our vigilante work?”

“Nope.”

“No?” Robin frowned, furrowing his brows as he thought. “So, personal?”

“And you’ll never guess why.” Jason internally smirked as he watched Robin think of an answer.

“For fun?”

“Because of a girl.” Jason laughed as his younger self wrinkled up his nose and started to gag. 

“Eww, a girl? We time traveled because of a girl?”

“Remember how I said not everyone has a happy ending? I was traveling to stop something from happening to her…”

“Oh…then she must be someone very important to us then.” Robin concluded, Jason watching as Robin stared off into the distance. “How bad is it? Is she dying? 

Is it our fault?” Oh all the things Robin had to say, did he have to say something that hit too close to the truth? “It is, isn’t it?”

“No.” Jason managed to croak out, feeling a lump form in his throat before it went away. He rubbed his eyes a bit to get rid of the stinging in his eyes. “It wasn’t our fault. It wasn’t her fault either. But it was destined to happen anyways.”

“Was that the case in every timeline you went to?”

“They all ended up that way.” 

“So there’s nothing we can do to help her?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

“I see.” The two sat there in silence until what sounded like a toaster timer rang, Robin watching as his older self took out a pocket watch and sighed. 

“Seems like my time is up.” Jason said as he tried to get, feeling a tug on his wrist.

“What else can you tell me about the future?” Robin asked, but Jason knew all too well that look. 

Don’t go.

“I can’t say much else lad, but I’ll just tell you one more thing.” He ruffled Robin’s hair. “Don’t act so tough, okay? Bruce, Alfred and Dick are there for a reason. Say what’s on your mind, okay?” 

Robin watched as Jason brushed himself off and opened a portal. “And that goes for Mari too, okay?”

Jason waited for Robin’s response, feeling the portal wane behind him. Robin lowered his gaze.

“Alright.” Robin promised, lifting his head back up. “I’ll try to be more honest with her too.”

“And don’t go on solo missions on your own, alright. Because, trust me, getting revived doesn’t look as easy as in video games, okay?”

“Revived? What does- hey! What- wait!” Robin’s voice stopped Jason from going further into the portal. “Why did you really come here?”

Jason looked at his younger self one last time.

Should he tell him the truth? 

It’s not like he will see him again.

“I just wanted to see if Bruce was right about me being a little piece of shit.” Jason said with a grin, not waiting for Robin’s response.

Stepping out of the portal, Jason’s foot made contact with his living room floor. 

“Counter clockwise.” Jason muttered, but the minute the transformation dropped, he was overcomed by a migraine, Jason having to walk to the nearest chair only to collapse to end up on the floor. 

He cradled his head as the migraine worsened, Jason pushing himself off the floor, shutting his eyes to stop the room from spinning around him. 

Once the symptoms cooled down, he was hit by another and this time, it wasn’t from the side effects of time traveling.

This time, it was from his fucking chronic illness.

Immediately, Jason felt his throat swelling up and locked itself, Jason quickly picking himself up and rushing himself to the nearest trash bin. He sat himself beside it, hacking whatever was clogging his throat. 

Four minutes passed and nothing, Jason knowing he had to get this out fast, the edges of his vision blurring. He watched as tiny orbs started to appear in his vision, which was not a good sign.

He made a fist and placed it between his ribcage and navel, making sure his thumb was outside his fist. With his other hand, he jabbed his fist into his upper abdominal area, attempting to dislodge whatever was suffocating him. 

He did this several times until he felt something loosen up, feeling bile rise up his throat. Jason listened as a heavy load hit the bottom of the can with a thud, Jason coughing up saliva as his vision started to clear up, only then seeing the culprit of his almost second death.

Bloody poppy petals. 

Jason wiped off the saliva that dripped from the corner of his mouth, heading to the bathroom to rinse out the bile taste from his mouth.

As he brushed his teeth, a petal accompanied the foamed up toothpaste, Jason staring at the blasted thing. He walked away from the bathroom, deciding it was just best to sleep it off. 

Yeah, this should all be behind him by tonight.

That’s when his phone went off.

“Jason! I’ve been trying to-”

“If this is about the wedding. I’m not go-”

“You can’t just not come to my wedding Jason! You’re my best friend! I can’t -”

“Mari.” Jason stopped her, feeling something start to form in his throat. Oh. It was happening again. “I…I can’t go. I know what this wedding means to you, but I can’t-”

“If this is about having to watch over Gotham again-“ he heard her let out a heavy sigh. “-you can’t keep making excuses to not-”

“Marinette. I don’t think you understand. It’s not that I can’t make it because of my job as a vigilante but be-” Jason let out a cough only for it to get worse when he tried to suppress it. 

“Jason? Hey, are you alright? Jason? Jason? Oh god. Jason, are you-”

Jason hung up and focused on the situation on hand, coughing as he searched his room for an all familiar red container. 

Jason continued to cough as his eyes finally landed on a white cross logo and quickly flung the container open and yanked out a fluorescent white vial. He quickly attached it to a needle and stabbed himself with it, feeling the swelling of his throat subside.

He closed his eyes as he felt his body slowly return to its regular rhythm. He dared to open them when he was no longer heaving for air. 

“Jason, listen to me. This is the last serum we were able to successfully make. Last one. And once you use this one…your body will get used to it just as quickly as its previous versions…

Jason, we can’t keep making stronger dosages…they’re going to kill you just as fast as your illness already is.

Jason…you’re suffering far too much for something that can easily be removed with-”

Leslie’s words rang in his mind as dragged himself into bed, the adrenaline in his system starting to wear off, his body catching up on the soreness his vomiting had left behind. He groaned with each breath he took, his diaphragm reminding him the severity of it all. 

Not like it was anything new.

If he had been able to survive all these symptoms for the past decade, what’s another one? Oh right…he doesn’t have that time…

His condition had turned for the worse ever since he started wielding Miraculi to help Mari take down Hawkmoth….

He was in his final stages…

Damn…he’s only in his late twenties…

“Jason.” Fluff spoke up, Sass right next to her. “How are you feeling? Should we get Marinette to come and heal-”

“We promised to keep this a secret Fluff.” Sass reminded her, flying up to Jason, placing a paw on his forehead before quickly retracting it. He turned to Fluff with a worried face. “His life force is fading Fluff. Jason, we need to let Marinette-”

“No.” Jason retorted. “She’s busy…making sure everything is perfect…for the wedding…”

“Jason, we can’t let you di-”

“I just need to sleep it off…all that time traveling…made me tired…” Jason let out a weak laugh. 

All that sneaking around and bribing the Kwami’s…all that time traveling and for what? 

He couldn’t get the ending he wanted. 

No matter what decision he made on his end or what event he changed to get his past self to reconnect with Marinette…

It was all for not…

It didn’t help to find out that it was his stubbornness as a kid that caused him to develop a rare condition where one would spit out filaments of blood in the shape of flower petals. 

And not just in one timeline, oh no…in every. single. one…

A condition with no treatment besides a risky surgery to remove blood vessels that grew over the heart and greatly resemble plant roots. A surgery where the most common side effect was memory lost. More specifically the loss of memories of the person you loved most…

“-not good Sass. We need to get Marinette, and now!”

“Jason…hang on just a bit longer, okay? We’re going to get Mari, okay?”

“Hmm,” was all Jason was able to say as he felt the soreness in his body become tiredness, feeling his eyelids grow heavy. Maybe…maybe he should just rest his eyes for a bit…

Yeah… for just a bit…

Maybe he wouldn’t feel this tired if he had just listened to the Kwami in the first place. They had already warned him that it was impossible to change the fates already written in the stars…

That he wasn’t destined to be with Marinette…

And now he knew he didn’t…

He saw the fate that awaited her in all the timelines where he thought he succeeded in being with her: death.

Death caused a tragic accident, a power struggle over the Miraculous or from the same illness that was killing him now…

Maybe that’s why he was okay with his fate now.

He couldn’t bear to think of causing Marinette any harm when all she had ever been to him was kind.

Feeling himself drift further into slumber, Jason thought of his younger self, glad to be able to see his younger self before returning home.

At least he was able to take one more thing off his bucket list before he had to return Fluff and Sass back…

Fluff…Sass… he forgot to thank them for going with his selfish decisions…

He should’ve apologized for taking advantage of their own love for Marinette.

Marinette…

He found himself smiling as he remembered what she looked like in her wedding dress she picked out just a few weeks ago.

At least she will be happy after he’s gone.

Jason!

Oh. Someone was calling him. 

Jason! 

Jason tried to open his eyes, but his tiredness wouldn’t let him. They’ll probably stick around. Or if it’s Dick, he usually would. 

He’ll just see him in the morning.

With that, Jason let his mind go quiet, the beating of his heart slowly drifting into the silence that succumbed to him.

-

“Jason!” Marinette screamed, stepping out of Kaalki’s portal, rushing to Jason’s pale body. “Jason, wake up!” 

One minute she was panicking over Jason’s sudden coughing followed by him hanging up. The next, Fluff and Sass flew right up to her, holding in tears as they gave her the news of Jason’s condition.

He was dying.

She quickly ordered Kaalki to open a portal, needing to see it for herself.

She saw him just a few weeks ago.

He was fine! He was up and about, healthy as a horse!

He helped her choose her dress, the bridesmaid’s dresses, his suit for the wedding! He was standing on his two feet perfectly fine…why, how was he on the verge of death?

Marinette didn’t expect to see him passed out on his bed, his face as pale as a ghost. 

“Jason?” She had called out and when she didn’t get a response, didn’t see the rising and sinking of his chest, she became worried.

It wasn’t until she got closer to him and tried to wake him up that she knew he was leaving her. His soul was fading fast.

“Jason!” She yelled, trying to shake him awake, trying to ignore the way he felt cold to the touch. “Jason, you need…you need to wake up!”

She decided to look for a pulse. “Jason, don’t go! I still need you!” She found nothing. 

Who was going to remind her to take a breather? Who was going to be there at 3 am, helping her calm down after a nightmare from her heroine days? Who was going to tell her that everything was going to be alright? “Jason.”

He was gone.

Her best friend…

Marinette let out a wail, collapsing to her knees as she began to cry her heart out.

He promised to be there! He said he’d be there! He pro-

Marinette began to cough, wondering if maybe her throat was sore from all the crying, irritated from all the scream. It wasn’t until she realized that this coughing felt off. 

Something was stuck in her throat.

Marinette continued to cough until she decided to take matters into her own hands. 

Reaching for a trash bin nearby, she forced herself to gag, when she felt bile rise to her mouth, disgusted by its sour taste. 

She let herself catch her breath and when she did, she was embarrassed at knowing she was choking on her own spit. Really? Spit? Wait…what was that swimming in her saliva?

Curious, Marinette reached for it, watching as her saliva dripped off of it as she brought it closer to herself. Without a doubt, Marinette knew what it was…but how was it possible?

How did she cough up a poppy petal? 

And…what did it mean?

-

Fluff and Sass looked at the poppy petal in horror, looking at each other, wondering what they should do.

At who they should be angry at.

Because this wasn’t fair. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

Not in this timeline.

One of them had to be happy. Just one.

For Kwami’s sake, they lived through all of the other timelines, watching as their favorite humans died for the sake of the other’s happiness! Jason sacrificed his own for Mari’s just moments ago!

So why her? Why does Marinette have to suffer too?

Wasn’t taking Jason enough? 

But they knew nothing could be changed.

If it was the will of the Fates, then so be it…

If all they could do was just support her, then so be it. 

They’ll make sure to protect and love Mari as much as Jason did. 

It was all they could do to honor his death… even if it was done in vain.

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Okay but Doctor Yunho is so hot if you think about it. I'll let him steal my organs. I'll literally pluck out a kidney and hand it to him myself if he asks. Like man... he got the face that will make you trust him even if he's selling you flat earther books. Like yes, the earth indeed if flat, kangaroos are actually the devil's messengers, and Dolphins are birds.

He looks like he'll be a dentist tho. Hwa is a pediatrician. Joong gives orthopedic vibes. Yeosang is an ophthalmologist. San is Physical Therapist. Wooyoung is Gastroenterologist. Minki is an ENT specialist. And Jongho is a cardiologist.

i'll send guerrilla yunho after you he can experiment a new method on you-

BUT YOU'RE RIGHT he can do all of that and more. he could ask me to go jump off a cliff and explain why it's healthy and i wouldn't even wait to hear all of it i would simply make a run.

i love how we've all agreed that hwa = paeds bc man is made for that field i swear. and omgg minki as an ent makes me laugh bc i can just imagine him rolling his eyes so hard when some rich petty person who sneezed like two times comes running to get checked BUT he will stay professional bc these rich petty peeps bring in the cash 🤑🤑🤑

[aeliesa]

Hello author, could you make romantic charlotte katakuri with a female reader who is a dragon leader, she resembles like a mix of Hiccup and Valka from httyd, she also has a fire sword, dragon armor and staff, she is kind and compassionate to dragons, can tame and earn the trust of any dragon, she has 3 main dragons: Stormcutter, Triple Strike, Song of Death and the baby Deathgripper she recently rescued (She carries him in a special compartment in her armor that looks like a mama kangaroo bag. Like the fishleg in part 3 httyd). She also has 5 dragons that look like the dragons from Game of Thrones. She lives in a hidden place with the dragons she rescued. All the dragons obey her, so when a screaming death attacks the Totto Land , she calmly talks to the dragon and tames it. She takes Katakuri with her in flying in search of dragons, but her dragons are not friendly to Kata (they don't trust him, but after Kata saves y/n, he deserves their trust and respect, but the little deathgripper tries to burn his clothes with acid), but are friendly to the others. The reader does not have a power (she got from our world to them with the help of a portal along with her dragons and decided to stay here and bring dragons here, as it will be safer for them) One shot, if it's not hard. I apologize for the mistakes in the text, English is not my native language

Hi, I'm sorry that this took long (my schedule hindered me from writing). I hope you won't mind that I altered some parts of your request. Needless to say, the gist is still there. I hope this meets your expectation; enjoy!

WONDERS IN INITIATION

Synopsis: He's a great fighter and the hearsay about him speaks for himself, from his bounty to his ranks. However, none of the aforementioned could comfort his essence knowing that he must make a step to establish something with you.

• Relationship: Charlotte Katakuri x female reader

• Content: fluff

A/N: Errors are to be expected.

Of all the worst things to happen, it’s the one that angers him.

His little sister called unto his name, trembling in fear, trying to evade the aggressor’s attack. At this sight, he quickly dashes, preparing for his attack, thinking of ways to make the man responsible for his sister’s tears suffer.

In between his tracks, he stops. His observation haki shows him otherwise; although the suffering is still present, he is not responsible.

You kneel before his sister, checking on the poor woman who passed out. From a great distance, Katakuri witnessed how it all happened: you threw your sword, fire igniting, and it hit the assailant right on the crucial part.

Katakuri is about to enter the scene when he notices that the random pirate stands up - wincing but trying its best to get revenge. He was a devil fruit eater considering how his hand turned to a claw; right before the pirate could land an attack - Katakuri threw a stone, hitting his head and causing him to lose consciousness.

With the unfortunate news he received in five hours, Katakuri’s patience is ticking; the last thing he wants to see is his siblings being in peril and the good samaritan who saves his sister.

“He’s still alive?!” you throw a look at Katakuri before shifting your attention at the lifeless body and then at his sister, who just lost consciousness, “Hey, please be with me… miss, are you - hey…” you gently tap her cheeks, but to no avail, the woman didn’t respond.

Amidst the situation, a colossal figure landed behind you - roaring in anger. The sight widens Katakuri’s eyes; he’s about to move - to take his sister when you turn to him with a glare. In this world, everything seems to be possible. However, seeing a dragon right before his eyes just leaves him with the notion of the possibility of the existence of those myths he once heard as a kid.

“Don’t!” you yell, “don’t take another step, please….”

Katakuri pauses but gives in, patiently waiting to see a good result while on it; he’s on guard and is ready to mediate when things escalate. As he lets the event unravels, the fascination starts to grow; your bravery is something, and the resoluteness in your voice is evident that you’re not easy to drag.

His mind starts to give him notions about your identity, characteristics, and how you have come to be on good terms with dragons. Katakuri could sense himself wanting to hear your story, and somehow, he was giving himself sweet impossibilities while being attentive to his sister.

I may take a risk. The thought made Katakuri scoff.

“Be calm,” you hold your hand in the air waiting for a response. “No one is going to hurt you, I promise that….”

If he could say one thing, it would be: impossible. The dragon surrenders to your touch, and right before he can process everything, another figure appears, another, and another until he chooses not to count. Every dragon growled, lowering their head, cuddling your little body while some even licked your hand.

Katakuri is at ease to see that nothing has happened. It is new for him to see dragons being close to a human. Let alone engaging in a conversation with you, hearing your yearning for them, Katakuri surmised that you were separated from them and only reunited. It’s a touching scene until one of his brothers stands beside him - pissed at the sight.

“It is rare to see a sight of a mythical animal to wreak havoc in our area….” Oven announces, taking admiration at the massive figure before him. “It’s a pleasure to bring this on its knees for making the townfolk scared, or we can use that as a gift,” his brother shrugs, “I think that would be great! You know - for Mama’s collections.”

“Collections?!”

His brother’s goofy demeanor is gone when he turns to you, displeased at your outburst, not to mention your sudden interruption of their conversation. “This is a family matter, as far as I am concerned, Intruder.”

“These dragons are my family,” you glare; anger starts to spark at the thought of a poor innocent mythical animal turning into something that it doesn’t desire to. “As far as I am concerned, I have the right to speak in this matter,” you objurgate, emphasizing your authority over the animal that caused the commotion on a foreign island you landed.

Katakuri remains silent, still trying to calm himself due to the fact that he just saw his little sister almost on the brink of the claw’s death.

“Oh Lady, you entered this place illegally, and now you have the guts to act high and mighty?” his brother clicks his tongue repeatedly, “A mere statement like that won’t make me acknowledge your authority… learn to know you place or why don’t we let our strength speak for each other?”

“Fine by me!” you took a brought out your own sword and removed the bag where the baby dragon roared, noticing the tension. “Please hold him gently,” you calmly hand the bag to the man beside you, silently sizing the situation. “This will be quick.”

“Funny of you to declare your fate,” Katakuri’s brother cackles confidently, taking a step forward. The grin on his face just boosts your distaste to ruin him; you could feel the tingling sensation in your fingers due to anger; the eagerness is too evident that Katakuri starts to eye you intently.

“Your arrogance will bring you nowhere,” gently shaking your head as you take your weapon.

Katakuri watches as his brother and the woman he just saved will tear each other’s limbs. He’s been hoping to see a shade of light in this series of unfortunate events. However, just as when things are starting to be okay, another occurs - ruining the chances of calling it a day.

He never likes violence, especially if it does not wield an outcome that benefits him, his principles, his mother - or the citizens of Totto Land.

“Enough.”

Inches from the battle, Katakuri’s sternness is evident through his eyes. “Violence won’t solve this,” he begins, gently tugging the baby dragon in the bag you handed. “Oven, need I remind you that she saved our sister?”

A smirk flashed from you when his brother glanced at you, “Be a doe and listen to your brother.”

By the command of Katakuri, his brother takes the step back first, begrudgingly acknowledging your presence briefly before turning to Katakuri.

“So what’s your plan?” he asks.

“Make sure this mess won’t reach Mama,” he orders, “I’ll personally handle this matter, take our sister and ensure she’s okay.”

Oven nods, “I will,” taking his unconscious sister. They left without taking a second look at the both of you.

“Thanks,” you huff when the figure of the man you almost clashed with disappears. “I’m sorry for the mess - really. We were just finding some new place to stay, but we got lost in this massive forest, and the next thing I knew, some intruders started to infiltrate the place… my dragons were disturbed hence the commotion, but I assure you they are nice!”

Before he speaks, Katakuri studies you, “Are you hurt?”

Surprised at his answer, you shake your head, “You?”

“I’m fine, thank you for asking. Anyway, what brings you here?”

“I was lost,” you confess, lowering your gaze. “The jerk earlier was after us when he learned that we entered this place illegally - not that I have any idea, and we mean no harm; we just really happened to stop by for a while.”

“What is your plan?”

“Of course, we’re going to leave…” a dragon lowers its head - yearning for your hand. “I need to find a place for my family to be safe,” you added, smiling at the dragon who succumbs to your caress.

“Why don’t you stay?”

It’s a sudden action that even Katakuri is surprised to hear, but what should he do when you’re going to leave the place he’s residing, and the probability of crossing paths is next to impossible? Desperation is evident; Katakuri’s calm demeanor slowly breaks as he waits for your answer, beseeching that you would agree to his request.

“I mean…” he averts his gaze when you look at him, and did your dragons hide their surprise at Katakuri’s sudden statement. “Only i-if you want… Totto Land is diverse, and I am sure you will fit in the right… along with your dragons,” he adds, still not meeting your eyes.

Never in his whole life did Katakuri feel so much embarrassment, yet he’s putting himself on the lifeline of discomfiture within your presence and the dragons. In his family, he’s known to be the reserved and honorable brother. However, this very image of his siblings seems to be a facade on how his actions defy the perception of his younger brothers and sisters.

Katakuri silently felt grateful that no one is around to witness his actions.

“Fly with me.”

“What?”

He could only look at your hand when you extended it, “The weather is nice, and I would very much like to see the whole place…” to see your face radiating in warmth, Katakuri felt at ease to know that there was no hint of mockery in your demeanor, instead, it is pure gaiety, “It would be nice for a visitor to explore the place she’s unfamiliar with a citizen that gives a sense of security and comfortability, don’t you think?”

He lowers his face, trying to hide in the scarf that wraps around his neck. You have a point; for someone who is in a foreign place, it would be precise to explore the island with someone who knows the corners of it.

“I’m afraid that your dragons might not like it.”

It’s not that he’s afraid, Katakuri can still recall what happened earlier, and the hostility of your dragons is something that he must avoid; the ruckus did not reach his mother’s ears, but indeed, this time around with more than five dragons, it won’t be surprising if Katakuri’s mother shall be the one to put an end to the mess; a lovely sight can be ruled out from the possibility.

“They don’t,” you stifled a laugh as you glanced at your dragons beaming at them, “I was saved by him, guys… you know that, right?” the dragon nods, along with the youngest expressing its agreement through its little roar.

Katakuri would never understand how the communication was established between you and the dragons. Still, since he’s a pirate and has been to different places and seen various things that rationality might take forever to comprehend, it would be presumptuous of him to act surprised by sight before him. To see you getting along with the dragons makes him think that perhaps if given a chance, he wants to establish amity with the others - starting with your dragons.

“See?” beaming at him, the dragons nod, acknowledging him as someone they should be civil.

He makes no haste; taking your hand, he pulls himself and sits behind you - feeling nervous about being near someone, let alone a woman.

“Is there something you might want to warn me about?”

“You might find things that bewilder your perception,” he admits, “I suggest keeping your expectations broader.”

You giggle, “I guess this place isn’t as bad as we’ve ventured to…” patting the dragon, its wings spread. Katakuri met your gaze when you looked back widely and smiled; he was confident that you were about to say something, but a yelp escaped your lips right before you fell, and an arm swiftly snaked around you - holding you closely, preventing you from falling from his grasps.

He can see the future, but it didn’t cross him how difficult it is to fight the intensity of your hold against him. Blood rushes down his cheeks, and Katakuri can only cower shyly. He’s still holding you even if you’ve already settled, but seeing what’s waiting for you, he could only shield you from what’s ahead.

“Hold still,” he whispers, and you nod, leaning against him to share the view that’s been taking your breath away.

In the middle of the air - feeling the breeze against his skin, Katakuri thought how the both of you didn’t start with the standard way of getting to know each other. Despite not knowing your name, he’s still enticed to accompany you; maybe it is because of being jovial? To him, you just elicit kindness, and he finds it adorable. He did something good; the exchange of names may not happen, but it is up to fate’s hands and how it unfolds.

As of the moment, it’s just you, him, and everything in between that brings your paths with him closer and closer.

“This is amazing! Everything is breathtaking!”

Since he resides in the same place you’re gawking at, Katakuri finds no pleasure in the view before him. Instead, the cosmic fervor of adoration that engulfs him slowly is evident through the smiles he hides behind his scarf whenever you express bewilderment. He finds it amusing how he once wondered about establishing a head start in getting to know you and now ends the same woman caged in his arms - safely. He can see what lies ahead, but when it comes to you, Katakuri just wonders about the future and how initiating a conversation might lead the both of you to something better, exciting, and uncertain, but in a positive way.

He nods, unconsciously fixating his gaze on you, “Yeah… breathtaking it is.”

fin.

[gingersnap2010]

Yandere Platonic Lelouch x male Autistic! Kid! reader (Code Geass)

Name: Lelouch

Type: Platonic, Protective, Possessive, Delusional, Obsessive, and Controlling

Nickname: Name, possum, chaos in the flesh, and lord of discord

 Lelouch at first has no idea what to make of you. He probably meets you at one of Nunnally’s special classes. He’s shocked to discover your just a kid. Though with your needs it makes sense why you were here since Nunnally attending special classes for people who need it had greatly increased. 

 When he finds out you are autistic, he isn’t very sure what that means. He literally has to ask more than a dozen people, before researching it online himself.

 Eventually, you come over with Nunnally for dinner and he gets to see your quirks in action. You eat out of a compartment box, which has the correct amount of portions you can handle. You hate veggies with a firey passion, more so than his hatred towards his father. You proceeded to tell him your conspiracy theory on the veggie industry and how they will take over the world. 

He pretended to be interested even though he had absolutely no idea what you were even saying to him at the rate you were going. He learned you talk fast and loud when excited. Personal space is a word that is not in your vocabulary, also privacy.

You are very blunt and see the world bluntly, if Nunnally needs help getting into her nightgown. You offer with absolutely no intentions of doing anything funny with her. It makes sense for your age but with sex questions well…

He’s worried that no one has told you about how babies are made. Only to be proven wrong with your very open discussion on the topic. He learns you like being prepared for future events, your boldness of sex. Is a copping measure to make sure you don’t do sex wrong.

 He finds it endearing in a strange way.  Though you couldn’t discuss sex so often, then again you were one to discuss open issues in society so he doesn’t mind. Though he does keep ohgi the hell away from you!

However you have no table skills, you use sporks only, with the occasional spoon for deserts /cereals, and soups and a knife for meats. You have a variety of strange interests. You know more about zero than the average joe, which makes him sweat like you wouldn’t believe. 

Then there’s your animal hobby, you just love possums hence the nickname. He actually learns more about the animal than he used to because of you. Then there's the time you spout some random ass animal fact out of the blue and it catches him off guard. 

“ Hey lelouch! Kangaroos pause their pregnancies in times of drought! Isn’t that neat?!” you yelled rushing into his bathroom as he was getting out of the shower.

Cue him being perplexed as to why you are there and then you follow up

“ also there’s soap on your-” he cuts you off before you announce it to Nunnally

“ ah I see thanks name! Got it!”

“Also Nunnally says hi!” you chirp

“ hi back!” Lelouch yelled trying to cover himself 

Then there was the whole fancy dinner incident. Truthfully he should have told Milly you wouldn’t understand caviar.

” Where are the nuggets?”

“ name this is a fancy restaurant they don’t have chicken nuggets,” Lelouch whispered

“ macaroni?” you ask

“ no,” Suzaku said eyeing you 

“ Is there a kid's menu?!” you shout at the waiter, who turns confused

“ oh my god……” Milly groaned

“ Can we go to Mcdonald's?” you ask

Lelouch smacked his head on the table.

He  becomes your dad, without realizing it. He’s like Mr. mom, seriously he figures out a schedule for you after he convinces your guardian to let you move in. May have used his geass for that. 

Your social skills are zero to none, and so, is the perception of volume.

“ HEY LELOUCH!!!! NINTENDO!!!!” you scream happily pointing to a  pokemon manga

“ name!! shush we’re in a library!” Lelouch hissed 

 When you get hurt or sent to an area he’s gonna wreak havoc on, that's when yandere mode goes on full. He keeps you locked up after that. He feels a bit guilty but he may use your trust in him, to make you stay away from the television if he’s not there, and so on. But it’s honestly for your own good. 

He goes permanently after a bullying situation at school where someone calls you a retard after you did not understand something. He was livid at the person and has a smile the next day when they are found dead. 

This is a good display of his protectiveness, his delusion is in the thinking you are like Nunnally who he perceives is made out of glass. So instead of helping you in a way that would let you become more independent, he caters to your needs.  

  Don’t like watching movies if there's a sad moment in it? Perfect he’ll set up animal documentaries, and animal learning shows instead.  Or craft shows, you name something g rated he’s got it hooked up to the tv. C.C. is like a mum to you so he sees you often cuddling up to her. It makes him jealous, though when you cuddle him he gets flustered easily. He’s shy about hugs sometimes.

C.C. basically gets you stuff to keep busy with, she also teaches you about the history she had experienced. So your understanding of history greatly improves, and you learn a few more languages. She also is great to teach you anything since she is patient and mellow, and has also learned various teaching methods over the years. 

So while your skills don’t improve with people, academically you skyrocket. You're able to get your point across faster with higher-thinking words. Such as parched, instead of thirsty, and so on. It helps you fit in with the higger standing kids when you do go outside so that’s a plus.

  Lelouch calls you chaos in the flesh after the tube city incident in the club room, your idea which you somehow convinced Milly of. Then again she’s had outlandish ideas too. Was to make a giant system of tubes for hamsters. Then set them loose across the school as animal enthusiasm and awareness. 

  You also drench yourself in paint and tried to paint with your body. So yeah, chaos in the flesh. He calls you the lord of discord for the poker game incident that drove him and Suzaku up the wall. When they learned you had somehow been playing with Uno cards. Then said Yahtzee at the end. Truth be told he should have guessed that smile did not seem to get the point of the game. 

C.C. then congratulated you on the discord you created. Hence the nickname.

 You also hog the blanket, yeah you sleep in his bed. You have trouble sleeping alone. Your mind at night tells you that if someone is there they will protect you from whatever monster may come after you. You are not wrong in his case, but the point still stands. Every night you also sleep walk so he has put up baby gates and extra walls, in order to prevent you from getting hurt.

 When he becomes king, he’s hesitant about how you’ll take his death. Since you seem not to deal with the concept very well. So he may tell you he’s gonna be back. This is before he knows he's got code. You also like stealing his hat and sitting on the throne with your favorite drink and people watch. It spooks the guards that’s for sure. 

 You also like playing with the limo’s buttons. Much to the annoyance of the driver. Your favorite thing to do though is to sneak under his robes without him knowing then pop your head threw them scarring him every single time!

You also take a fancy to watch sleeping beauty. He’s not sure why though….

When’s he back with memories and code, you launch yourself at him before kola hugs him. He’s trapped by you and knows it. It takes bribing from Suzaku before you even consider letting go. You watch him like a hawk since he was gone for so long. 

  Lelouch sighs and lets you lay on him as he walks with C.C. to their next location. Yeah, he’d figured out how to keep you with him, so you ain’t dying anytime soon. When you ask what the funny tattoo is for, Lelouch just tells you it’s like a bracelet.

C.C Has dubbed you The Jelly bean of absolute Mayhem. You like it cause it makes you sound powerful, as you try to imitate what Lelouch does with his eyes. Lelouch just sweats in confusion when he sees you trying to act all threatening. 

He tried teaching you chess once, and he watched in horror as you ate the pieces. C.C. learns you are more of a tic-tac-toe person. You do it in the dirt with a tree branch you found.  The most recent incident was when you managed to find a possum and wanted to keep it. It liked you, but it hissed at Lelouch with fiery hatred! The possum had to go, but he got you a plushie which you dubbed mrs. possum.

All in all, not the worst yandere…. right?

[amelia-friend]

Katherine and Hannah costumes

Plus a little bit of Brooklyn - but only the actresses who have also played Katherine/Hannah.

Under the cut as it’s long.

Bronté Barbé

The main actress for Katherine, I’ve seen her twice. As she’s the main actress, she doesn’t play any other characters.

I love the black stripes on her lapel and around the hem of her skirt.

It’s three different shades of blue - skirt and waistcoat front very similar (and seems to be denim? Or at least a chambray sort of thing), and the much darker blue waistcoat back.

She has four “tabs” topstitched onto her skirt - two thin ones at the front which hide a large pocket on each side (for her notebook/pencil etc), plus two much larger ones on the back.

Unlike the Broadway version, Katherine only has one costume which stays identical except during King of New York where she removes the waistcoat - showing the details of her shirt and her belt (which is completely hidden in her full outfit)

Hair wise, Bronté has soft blonde curls with the very edges barely rolled back. Some photos turn her more strawberry blonde / light ginger but I’m pretty sure she’s “supposed” to be blonde.

Going from hair “down” to hair “up” is one of the most obvious markers of adulthood at this age, and historically happened around age 16 for Katherine’s social standing but that would make Katherine 15 so we’re ignoring that slightly. I’d still say Bronté’s Katherine is at most 16 - she’s the most naive of the three Katherine’s.

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Bobbie Chambers

Bobbie’s usual role is Hannah (Pulitzer’s assistant) and she’s alternate/1st understudy for Katherine as well. I’ve seen her play Katherine four times, and Hannah twice, and she is my personal favourite Katherine.

As you can see, her Katherine outfit shares a lot of commonalities with Bronté’s (skirt, waistcoat, shirt and tie combo - with blue bring her primary colour).

But there are also the obvious differences - her skirt is a subtly patterned - a thin windowpane-type check, with larger vertical stripes running through the centre of the boxes - and she has a large kangaroo style pocket on the centre front of her skirt.

Her hair is definitely ginger, slightly curled and pulled back at the edges - slightly more than Bronté but not even close to centre back. She’s more of trouble maker than Bronté I feel, and is probably 16-17.

Hannah

Hannah's costume shares a lot with Katherine - it's the same cut (in a more serious colour), but her hair is "up" now - Hannah is definitely an adult while Katherine still occupies the in between spaces.

Splint

Splint is one of the Brooklyn Newsies, a very different social standing (and judging by the hair - age) to Katherine and Hannah, but there's still the elements of Bobbie's Hannah and Katherine (mostly in the hair colour)

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Lindsay Atherton

Lindsay is a swing - she covers both Hannah and Katherine. I've seen her play Hannah three times, but I've only listened to an audio of her Katherine, not actually seen her.

The first thing about Lindsay's Katherine is that her costume isn't blue like Bronte and Bobbie's, but is more sombre coloured - also her hair is far more pulled back than the other two. I'd put her as older than the other two Katherine's - but still only in the 17-18 age range. She's also got the really tight blonde curls (Merida curls as I usually refer to them).

Which when you look at her Hannah:

It's the same dress (skirt/waistcoat - same difference). Trust me I spent way too long looking at seam placement and stripes to double check what anyone with eyes can see.

However - it's not the same outfit - Hannah's shirt has the lace/frills at the cuffs and the collar, while Katherine's is much more functional. Hannah's hair is also pulled "up" to make her a proper grownup - but it's still very clearly the same blonde Merida curls, only tamed by age.

And then there's Mack:

(Lindsay's Brooklyn Newsie character) We've got the hair continuing - Mack's hair looks like you cut Katherine's hair short then didn't take proper care of it (which for a Brooklyn newsie - tracks), plus there's the continuation of the pinstripes in Mack's shirt.

Imogen Bailey

Finally Imogen Bailey - another swing, who covers Hannah but not Katherine (at least as far as I can tell). I've seen her Hannah once.

Which has the Hannah elements from the other two actresses, but also is the only brunette, which carries into her Brooklyn Newsie - Stray.

I just enjoy how the different actresses have the opportunity to make the character their own through costume differences, not just through their acting choices.

It was also a fun experience in person getting to see all the different costumes.

This kinda got away from me.

Anyway - tl:dr - the similarities and differences between the same characters are fun, and nearly as fun as the similarities and differences between the same actress.

[eldritch-araneae]

I finished this mini-project! I wanted to redraw and redesign all my Sonic OCs I had 18 years ago, just to see how they would look like with my current skills and it's was absolute blast!

My teen self would never believe they will grow that much, my inner child is happy now!

I don't remember the story for these characters, so I quickly made up new one to tie them all together, which you find under the cut, along with stand alone pictures.

Blade the Hedgehog (?).

An immortal weird-looking hedgehog who been around for 3000 years. They've seen and been through a lot, but despite anything, they keep a positive, yet grounded view of life. Blade has incredible charisma which lets them to get along almost with anyone, but they rarely open up. People often assume they're naive and too trusting, but in reality, Blade has very few things to worry about - their life is not one of them.

Blade is dedicated to record history and preserve their findings in the huge archive, hidden in Rusty Ruins. After all, time erodes everything, and if it can't take one's body - it will take their memory instead.

Abilities are unknown.

Tulip the Echidrel.

The long-living echidrels are small community of squirrel-echidna hybrids, carrying knowledge and customs of their ascendants since ancient times. They're natural explorers, charting places where many wouldn't dare to go. Tulip is no exception and that's the main reason why she quickly became friends with Blade.

Excellent problem solver, but also very stubborn that sometime leads her into "must find the way to complete a task today or else" trap.

She's a guardian of Rusty Ruins Archives and will introduce her spiky mace to the intruder's face if necessary.

Glint the Tenrec.

A lone sorceress living on the remote island in her mansion she inherited from her parents. She appears to be shy amd innocent, but make no mistake - she will not hesitate to fight using whatever means necessary.

Collecting varios magical artifacts, she wants to uncover the secret behind planet origins and it's dimensions, especially the places known as "Beyond". The simple curiosity drives Glint forward, sometime even dealing with shady people to obtain knowledge.

Umbra the ???

A mysterious entity from the "Beyond". Made of darkness, she can hide herself in shadows and between dimensions. Long ago Umra made a mistake and accidentally broke the biggest taboo of her people. As punishment, she was banished from Beyond for all eternity.

Entities like her cannot exist long in different dimensions, unless they bind themselves to someone native to it. Lucky for Umbra, she crossed her paths with Glint and made a pact - survival for helping the sorceress to gain knowledge she wants.

Fierce the Chimera.

An escaped experiment, who recently broke free and now roaming in Rusty Ruins. Always angry and never seem to be in a good mood, she already had few fights with local immortal hedgehog. Blade has no idea where Fierce came from and what's her deal, but they her and her pet snake Ping stay regardless.

Meanwhile, Fierce just wants to be left alone, haunted by images of her forgotten past and headsplitting migraines.

She's strong, sometimes can go berserk of pushed too much. Ping has a potent venom and will strike lighting fast if it's feels Fierce being in danger.

Dr. Prion.

A kangaroo how deem himself superior above the rest. The world is unjust place, plagues with lies, overlords, and "heroes" who believe what they do is best for everyone. It's up to him to fix it, diving deep into genetics and brain functions. Fascinated by long lifespan of echidrels, he seek to achieve the same result by making hybrids.

One time Glint supported his aspirations, funding his projects. But as time passed, the more she saw his terrifying egoistical side despite the fruitful reserch. She backed away, and to this day Prion dreams of revenge.

But first, he wants to fix the world, and soon everyone will become like him - rational.

Flow the Aquabird.

One of successful hybridisation experiments Dr. Prion even made. Strengths of both species turned Flow into a beautiful and dangerous weapon, who combine ballet dancing with hydrokinesis.

Not only she's powerful, but 100% loyal to Prion no matter what. His worldview is current and it's the only way to save the world and turn it into paradise. Of course, she wasn't like this when they first met, Prion wiped her memory entirely, erasing the person she once was.

Now she's eternally grateful to the doctor for saving her from the cruel world, and will anything in her power to archive his dreams. Trusts no one expect Prion and Mecha Raptor - her bodyguard.

If you hear Swan Lake instead of regular drowning theme - you know that Flow is nearby.

Mecha Raptor.

Dr. Prion, while being sure that his work on Flow won't come undone, still wants to put a failsafe. Someone to protect his perfect weapon from forming different opinion on the world. Through some shady and illegal shenanigans, he got his hands on a stolen schematic crated by an engineer genius Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik. It took Prion some time to figure out, but eventually he created Mecha Raptor.

It has no personality and it's only priority is to ensure Flow's happiness and protection.

[chickensarentcheap]

No one asked. But here’s a LaF spoiler :) Little Millie and her dad (not that she knows that’s who he really is)

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It’s messy. As I have a process, but yeah.... lol

“Don’t deny it, mom!  Don’t lie! I know it’s true! (address Tyler, lowering her voice to a harsh whisper. “She’s lying, you know.  She really DOES have a big fat crush on you.  She didn’t say it, but it’s pretty obvious.  I can TELL. Every time she looks at you, her eyes go all sparkly and her cheeks get all pink. And when talks about you to Abuela…”

“How would you know what I talk about with Abeula, Little Miss Nosy Pants.   I always make sure you’re asleep before I talk about things like that.”

“Mom, come on. How long have you known me?  You KNOW I pretend to be asleep. A LOT.”

“So you can spy on people. And hear things not meant for little ears. If you don’t just cut to the chase and find out about breakfast…”

“What are you going to do? Nothing. Your threats don’t work, momma. They have no power here.”

“Amelia Grace… “Fine…fine…”  (He hears the resolved sigh of surrender and can picture the dramatic eye roll accompanying it;  evidence of exasperation that she’d inherited from her mother.  And it while he’s still trying to wrap his head around his daughter’s very existence, it’s extremely humbling; knowing that despite all his mistakes and regrets and messiness, the universe not only brought Esme back into his life, but had trusted him enough to allow him to be a dad again. ) “Tyler? Are you still there?”

“I am.”

“Can you? Come to breakfast? With momma and me? I know you’re probably really tired and need sleep, but you gotta eat too, right?”

“I AM pretty hungry.”

“I really want you to come to breakfast. I have LOTS of questions.  About Australia. That’s where you’re from, right?”

“That’s where I’m from.”

“I wanna know EVERYTHING.  Especially about kangaroos and koalas and those really big spiders! I love those. Abuela helped me write all my questions down. I CAN write, though.  Like my name and phone number and mom’s name and  where I live.  And tons of animals and other things I like. But there’s a lot of bigger words I’m not too sure about and need help with.”

“If you’ve got questions, I’ve got the time.”

“And I picked out a really cool outfit to wear! I want you to see it!  It’s not my best dress, though. I’m saving that for our ice cream. You remember that, right? That you said we go for an ice cream date?”