#will you vote for pink hair blond or green hair blond?

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Blond Sweetheart Tourney: Round 2, Poll 24

Propaganda from submitters Under Cut

Richard Ranasinghe de Vulpian

Richard is a gentle, caring man who is determined to create a place where people can be free of discrimination and judgment. He can be awkward and sarcastic at times, but always because he's trying to help other people at expensive of his own feelings and tries to push people away. He gets incredibly invested in people extremely easily, and massively overpays his only employee and even takes him out of the country when the employee (Seigi) can't stand living at home because of his PTSD. He is a sweet, caring man who canonically is extremely overly affectionate and doesn't know how to dial it back.

Richard. Richaaaaaard. Richard, light of my life, spark of my soul. Richaaaaaard. The man who refuses to judge anyone who walks through his door. Lesbian? Absolutely. Trans? No problem. Kidding yourself because a guy dumped you? Shhh, believe in yourself. Aroace? That's fine; if you don't want to be in a relationship, don't be. In love with your stepmother? He doesn't care at all. Don't buy something from him? That's good, too. But lie to someone? Play with their feelings? Cheat and scam people? Get read to be scammed back, you jerks. The man who nearly fired his employee for accidentally othering a lesbian in his own head. The man who waited 12 hours outside a train station just in case his employee got his feelings hurt so he could comfort him after. A guy who gave a classmate an international plane ticket just because as a kid. Who cried for hours when his childhood dog died. Richard is the sweetest, kindest, most awkward man, and he deserves more votes. And now, this. He taps his feet when eating pudding, y'all. [link to propaganda images]

Emil Västerström

There's another character called Lalli who is quiet and neurodivergent and can come across as rude, and even while Emil is unnerved by him at first, he is SO kind to Lalli from the start! He tries to comfort him on the train! He gets him food! He gives him his jacket (page 383)! He keeps talking to him and spending time with him despite the language barrier, AND then he learns Finnish for Lalli even though Emil has never been one to study languages before! And Emil doesn't abandon Lalli when he's basically stuck unconscious, instead carefully dragging his body with him through a dangerous environment and keeping it safe the best he can even though it slows him down and lessens his chance of ever reuniting with the rest of the party and getting to go back home. Emil is also really good with kids, as seen when the party stops in Mora before their adventure. He also feels really bad for the zombie animals he has to kill... (Chapter 7) and! he finds and saves a stray kitten :3

[ladyofrosefire]

Hey I'm curious about something

Again, if you add your Tav's species and hair color in the tags, that'd be super!

If you have multiple durges, vote based on your favorite

[featherandferns]

daylight - eight

jj maybank x fem!reader | part 8 of the daylight series | read part 7 here

content warnings: sexual content (f receiving); drug use (weed)

word count: 2.5k.

blurb: whilst watching cheesy eighties horror, you and JJ somehow end up in a fight as all the mess from the past two months finally comes to a head.

“This is the dumbest fucking movie I’ve ever seen,” you snort, passing JJ back his joint. 

“Shut up, this is the best part,” JJ mutters.

He takes a hit and the cloud of vapour clouds your vision. It temporarily blocks the view of the screen, showing Lauren Daniels, permed blonde hair and pink-sweater clad, quivering in fear atop of a shelf in her apartment. The slimy, green-toned cannibalistic monster lingers below, snarling with its fang-like teeth and beady eyes. In the light of modern C.G.I and with the humour from the high you’re on, the whole movie is ludicrous and hilarious. JJ had begged for you guys to watch it. Your vote was Legally Blonde but he turned his nose up. So, here you were, sat side by side, your feet in his lap, dazily watching C.H.U.D as you pass a joint back and forth. You’re at JJ’s house. It had the lingering household smell of weed and booze. Untidy and unkempt, there were empty beer cans and unclean laundry strewn about all over. Intermixed was mechanical parts which you assume are from his dad’s handy-man jobs. His dad was out somewhere: JJ hadn’t said and you didn’t ask. 

As Lauren tosses a bucket of developer on the monster, one of JJ’s hands absentmindedly massages your left foot. It shoots tingles up your legs. It’s weirdly domestic, this entanglement. Something about it feels more than friendly. I mean, you can’t imagine JJ messing with Kiara’s feet whilst watching a movie. Tuning out of the movie and taking another hit of the joint, your mind starts to wander. 

Things between you and JJ had gotten more and more complicated. Most conversations started with teasing jabs and ended with his dick in your mouth. Hang-outs came with the unspoken agreement of making-out at some stage. But things were deeper than sex. The conversations were deeper than those shared between fuck buddies. The touching felt more sensual than a rush to get off. There were these times you’d catch JJ looking at you, and there’d be this longing in his gaze. You knew it because you saw it in your own eyes. Catch it in the reflection of a mirror or window, or spot it in a photo taken by one of the Pogues at whatever hang. You always kept the focus on him, though. It felt easier to pleasure him than to have his hands on you. Everytime he tried to, you’d tense up and internally freak out, and spiral into thoughts and anxieties that stemmed from Tyler. In short: it scared the shit out of you to let JJ have you. You knew that the moment you’d give yourself to him would be the moment you were in too deep. 

But every time you think about bringing it up or cutting it off, you remember how relaxed you feel in JJ’s company. How seen. The two of you shared a language that didn’t require trivial things like words. The thought of JJ being the impending meteorite circling your orbit lost its weight in worry with the notion that you got to have him near. That you got to gaze upon and marvel at him when he wasn’t looking, and wonder how on earth something so pure and perfect was handed such a shitty deal in life. How someone like him wanted to spend time with someone like you. 

JJ’s knuckle hitting a pressure point in your foot has you twitching, coming back to the present. He chuckles quietly. Does it again just to get a reaction. You lightly kick at him. 

“Knock it off,” you mumble. 

“Can’t help it. S’funny,” he replies. “You hear from Mimsy recently?”

“A little. I think she’s really into Darren,” you say.

It’s weird that JJ knows about that. About Mimsy and her livelihood, and was interested enough to ask about it. He had a habit of checking up on you. Asking you about how you were feeling about Kildare, and how your parents were, how the photography was going, how Mimsy was doing. He coaxed anecdotes about Vancouver out of you whenever you felt homesick simply because he knew how much you liked talking about your home. 

“Didn’t you say he was a trust fund baby?” JJ sniggers. 

“Yeah, well, there’s worse people for her to hook up with,” you shrug, requesting the joint back with wiggling fingers.

“What? Like Lloyd?”

You glance at him, mildly bewildered. “How do you remember that?”

“Hm?”

“How do you remember Lloyd?” 

You don’t even remember mentioning him. JJ shrugs. 

“I dunno. I remember most things you tell me,” he says, looking back to the TV screen. His fingers continue rubbing the palm of your foot. You’re practically desensitised to it now. “I like hearing you talk.”

And you fucking hate it when he says things like that: passes compliments to you like it’s Monopoly currency. You hate how easy it is for him to do it, seemingly unaware of the effect it has on you.

When JJ turns to you again, likely seeking out the joint, he finds your stare set on his profile. Smiling, he asks, “what?”

Your lips twitch upwards at the deja vu. “Nothing. It’s just that you’re really fucking pretty.”

JJ eyes light up. His smile turns bashful. It's taken out of view when he dips his head, turning it away from you. You giggle and prod at his chest with your toes, teeth sinking into your lips to try and keep your cheesy grin at bay.

JJ's fingers wrap around your ankle. He drags you to him, across the sofa, making you yelp out with a laugh. Those very fingers slide up your bare legs, slipping under your pyjama shorts to cup your ass, and he tugs you into his lap. You loop your arms around his neck with a giggle, blunt still balanced precariously between two fingers, and accidentally bump his forehead in the process. The two of you laugh, doped up and dizzy, and his nose brushes yours as he calms. The two of you sit like that - you in JJ’s lap - passing Eskimo kisses, eyes closed, smiles steady. When he finally presses his lips to yours, the kiss feels different to all the other times. Less frenzied. It almost feels like he’s trying to tell you something as he brushes your lips against his. His tongue that slips into your mouth carries messages you can’t seem to decipher, as the two of you fall into one another. One of your hands strokes along his jaw, angling his head to deepen the kiss. He’s growing hard beneath you, making your cunt throb with the thought. He flinches away suddenly with a hiss. 

“What? What’s wrong?” you mumble, leaning back in his strong hold. 

He chuckles. “Fucking ash hit the back of my neck.”

Giggling, you take the joint away and carelessly put it on the coffee table behind you. Turning back to him, you find yourself taken aback by the look on his face. It makes your heart stop still in your chest before it plummets down your ribcage. You know that look. You’ve seen it on your own face, when you stare into the mirror. 

“JJ…” you whisper. 

His lips on yours silence you with a fiery kiss. You gasp against them as he picks you up and practically tosses you on your back on the sofa, with something between a grunt and growl. He scrambles to be atop of you, unapologetic as he kisses down your jawline and neck. You hurry to take off your shirt the moment his fingers tease at the hem of it. He’s back on you in a minute. Your body feels like it’s on fire. Like you might combust if someone were to light a match. And, God, do you want him to.

You rut your hips instinctively at the feel of JJ’s lips on your nipple through your thin bralette. Eyes slipping closed, head tilting back, your fingers latch into his scraggly hair. You hum out a moan. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, baby,” JJ mumbles against your heaving stomach. “So fuckin’ needy too.”

Your fingers fiddle with the back of his collar, tugging at it until he takes the hint. He grabs it by the back and pulls it off his head. Tosses it to the side, chuckling with a horny grin as he reconnects his lips to your bare skin. Your bralette joins the pile, much to JJ’s pleasure. His hands fondle at your breast; the pad of his thumb tenderly brushes over your hardening nipple before pinching it between his forefinger. You gasp out a soundless moan. 

Kissing just above the waistband of your shorts, his fingers find purchase on your hipbones. They dip below the fabric and try to coax them down. 

You feel like gravity hits. You come plummeting back down to earth. Palming at his shoulder and jaw, you try and coax his face back to yours. 

“Lemme suck you off,” you mumble, looking down at him. He looks so pretty, between your legs. 

He shakes his head with a smile. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“You don’t have to,” you say, trying to keep your voice light. You try to bring him back up to you again but JJ doesn’t relent. It takes you physically shifting out of his hold to stop him from pulling your short down. When he looks up at you, his smile is fading. You try to bring it back with one of your own. “I just wanna get you off.”

JJ pauses. Physically stills. Then, he sits back on his knees. Your smile vanishes. After knowing JJ for as long as you have, you can recognise the telltale signs of his frustration and anger. JJ looks to the TV screen, attention elsewhere, and begins to shake his head. Slow at first, then fast. All you can do is watch. Finally, he makes a sound. It’s a humourless scoff.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?” JJ asks, looking back to you. 

Your stomach twists nervously. “I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“JJ, I literally just let you feel me up,” you return with a failing laugh, brows furrowing. 

“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” JJ quickly returns, tone turning short. 

You blink at him, faux smile gone, and your lips bumble to find some sort of response. JJ’s irritation momentarily subsides and is instead replaced with hurt. 

You hate the vulnerable insecurity in JJ’s voice when he asks, “do you not trust me or something?”

“No, of course I do–”

“Then why do you never let me near you?” JJ snaps. He tosses out his arms. “I mean, am I not good enough for you or something?”

“What?”

“Not fucking worthy enough to see you naked, is that it?”

“Of course not,” you breathe, bewildered by the thought. 

“Then what? I don’t fucking turn you on, is that it? I just don’t do it for you and you wanna spare my fucking feelings?”

Your eyes narrow at his words. “Are you throwing what happened in the chateau in my face right now?”

“No, I just–” JJ cuts himself off with a sharp exhale, clenching his eyes shut. He clenches his fist to try and restrain his anger. His knuckles slowly lift to his lips. “I just want to know why.”

“Why the fuck do you think you deserve to?” you snap. Sitting up, you grab for your shirt and tug it on. “What? You think every person you’ve ever known owes you an explanation for why they’re not falling at your feet?”

“Oh, fuck off,” JJ mutters, shaking his head. “You’re avoiding the question.”

“I don’t need to avoid it,” you sharply return. “Cause I don’t need to fucking answer it.”

“You don’t need to answer it?”

“No, I don’t.”

“You don’t think I deserve to know why, after two months of us doing this fucking thing, you don’t let me go down on you?”

Your eyes clench shut. 

“Why you don’t let me fuck you?”

You laugh out a humourless laugh. Gape at him, eyes mean. “Oh! So that’s what this is! You’re fucking bitter cause a girl won’t let you fuck her? You know, there’s this wonderful thing in the world, JJ - you should learn about it sometime. It’s called women having rights.”

“Oh my fucking God,” JJ spits, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers as his eyes shut. “You’re fucking impossible, you know that?”

“And you’re an entitled prick. Guess we both have each other’s number now,” you quickly retort.

You get to your feet and search for JJ’s shirt, finding it on the other side of the coffee table. The drivel coming out of the television only pisses you off more, so you shut it off. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” JJ asks. His voice is calmer, though still strung tight. With your back to him, he can’t see the look on your face. He can’t see the physical pain that question causes you. “I thought things were good between us.”

You look down and your eyes close. Fist scrunching JJ’s t-shirt in your hold, your lips purse to keep from quivering. You knew this was a bad idea. Most things are, when it comes to romance. Somebody always gets hurt. 

“Well? Aren’t they?”

You take a shaking intake of air and finally find enough courage to turn. JJ’s not angry anymore. He looks just as dejected as you feel. You shake your head weakly. 

“What are we doing, JJ?”

“I…” His mouth moves but no words come out. Until they do. “We’re just messing around.”

It feels like that’s the final shot to your stomach that sends your whole world crashing. As if laying down to rest, your eyes slip shut. 

“Yeah, well, it’s certainly a fucking mess now, isn’t it?” you whisper.

You throw him his shirt with no conviction. He only just catches it as it slides down his chest. For once in his life, JJ doesn’t seem to have anything to say. Shaking your head, breaking his stare, you run your fingers through your hair.

“I’ll see you around, JJ.”

As you walk past him, towards the door, you hear JJ call out your name. You don’t stop. Don’t turn. Don’t think about anything but Vancouver the entire way home, as if it’s some escapist daydream. Halfway to your house, you try to call Mimsy but she doesn't pick up. You try again as you walk through the door. Home alone, the house feels just as lonely as yourself. With one final attempt, you go to voicemail for a third time. You leave her a mess of a voicemail. And then, you crawl into bed.

part nine coming soon!

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[chil-aglia]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 |ROTTMNT| (Leo X Male OC)

𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐦

Before we get started, just letting you know that the pictures above are done by me, and their screenshots from the show/episode to fit the scene that Adriaen is in.

Feel free to draw Adriaen yourself based on the episode and I might even feature it in a future chapter!

People have voted and it appears you guys want to see this fic on Tumblr too, so I'll be posting the chapters every day or so until we're caught up with the fic on quotev since its more ahead in chapters at the moment.

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New York City, where the people never sleep, and crime rates are high. Although despite the New York reputation, there is one thing that not many people know about the city…

It was currently night, but who could tell when the tall buildings were blinding the streets with lights. The rooftops on the other hand, not many could see up there, making it the perfect place to keep to the shadows. 

Across from the Molina Tower was what appeared to be a party on a rooftop of an apartment complex. Upon the party were guests dressed in fancy clothing and in the middle of the roof was a short stubby man, guarded by two bodyguards who stood on either end of the long table. One of the guests, a young man with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail and dawned a red suit appears in front of the shorter male with a brief case in hand. The man tosses the briefcase onto the table where multiple bodyguards lined up behind the short man who smiled proudly.

The other guy pulls open the briefcase to reveals stacks of money that could make anyone rich, in fact it even made the stubby man laugh in utter delightfulness.

Unaware of what was above and behind them, atop of the roof spire, are four figures, keeping to the shadows. They began to leap off the tower and landed on the ledges of the Molina Tower. The figure on the far left swings what appeared to be a mechanical staff, as they aimed their staff and a grapple cable shoots ahead, clinging to a metal beam on a building on the other side of the rich man’s party. The other end of the staff is attached to the other end of the cable to the wall next to the figures.

“Yellow submarine, are we clear?” One of the mystery figures spoke into a communicator where a female voice replied shortly after his question.

“Affirmative, Red Rover.”

“Copy.” The voice belonging to “Red Rover” turns to the others with him with a nod, “Right, boys, it’s go time.” He stated, where in an instant they all attach clamps to the cable and begin sliding across. Below them, the rich man is still laughing. The leader in front of the sliding figures holds up his hand as a signal. 

To what was looking like the crew going to jump down and crash the party, they had instead zipped right by and headed towards another rooftop that had a pool visible. The leader pointed down, signally for them to detach from the cable. Listening to the unspoken instructions, the four all jump from the cable. Then from the shadows reveal four mutant turtles.

“Cow-“

Leonardo, who everyone calls him by Leo, is a lean mutant red-eared turtle with lime green skin, a golden mustard-yellow plastron, and a blue-green carapace with red markings over his eyes and the sides of his face, yellow marks on his upper arms and thighs, three fingers on each hand and two toes on each foot. He wears a long-tailed mask over his eyes, navy blue fingerless gloves (with blue trim) that extend nearly to his elbows and matching toeless socks that rise to mid-calf. He also wears a blue belt and strap over his right shoulder, with blue pouches on the belt and a Turtle emblem on the strap.

“Ah-“

Michelangelo, also known as Mikey, is a bright cheerful ornate box turtle with teal green skin, yellow-orange circles painted on his shoulders and thighs, a bright yellow plastron with neon pink and blue lightning bolt stickers on it, and a navy teal carapace with yellow-orange designs. A small gap on the right side of his upper jaw, with an orange mask over his eyes—with short mask tails— orange wristbands and colour-matching socks and orange knee pads with faces drawn on them—a dead face on the right and a smiley face on the left—. 

He also wears a light brown belt around his chest and strap over his right shoulder, as well as a Turtle emblem over his heart.

“Bun-“

Donatello, who everyone calls Donnie, is a spiny softshell turtle with jade green skin with purple pixel designs on his upper arms and thighs, a light brown plastron, and a dark brown and green carapace. The bumps of his spine can also be seen from underneath his carapace. His greatest appearance would be the pair of black eyebrows that are drawn from his purple mask that pulls over the top of his head with short square-cut mask tails, silver convertible goggles with a red and blue lens, and a purple battle shell that fits over his real shell. 

He also wears purple fingerless gloves with matching socks on his feet, a silver tech-gauntlet with a blue touchscreen, purple elbow and knee pads, and a purple belt with color-matching pouches and Turtle emblem.

“Ga!”

Raphael, A.K.A. Raph, is the largest of the four, a big and muscular alligator snapping turtle, with bright green skin, a yellow-orange plastron with a jagged top edge and a spiked dark green carapace. He also has small spikes protruding from his shoulders, a small sharp tooth hanging from his upper right jaw; He wore a red mask that covers the top of his head— with long jagged mask tails about the same length as Leo's—, red elbow pads with a large spike at the joint, off-white bandages around his wrists, hands and ankles, and small bandages on his right side of his plastron and left forearm. 

He also wears red boxer-briefs and a red belt with a turtle emblem.

With a giant splash they land in the pool safely, but the water flies up in a huge jet. A young dark skin girl with red glasses, who wore a green jacket and a yellow dress underneath, her name being April, yells triumphantly and holds out her phone only to be drenched in water.

“Woohoo!”

Once the water had cleared, the four mutant turtles began to dance and whoop in the now empty pool. “Ha! You must be this rad to ride that ride.” Mikey smirks in pride, pointing towards himself at their achievement.

Donnie walks over, using his electric wristband to collect some data as he types away on it. “Well, based on our velocity and entry angle…I concur. We rad.” He assured, holding two of his three fingers in a “cool” pose. 

April looks down at the group with a satisfied expression. “You guys crushed it. Gimme five! Or three.” She praised as everyone leaps out the empty pool.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, April. Our girl with the plan.” Raph praises their human friend who nods along in agreement, a sigh from the shadows was heard as well as a voice of what sounded a guy with an unimpressed tone speaks up.

”Or the keys to the roof.” 

Everyone turns to see another mutant turtle, holding up the keys in one hand as his other hand rested on his hip comfortably. 

This turtle is Adriaen, a lean mutant painted turtle with olive green skin, a light brown plastron, and black markings on his face near his cheeks. He also has black and yellow triangular shaped stripes on his upper arms, as well a pair of black splotches on his shoulders. Like the others he’s got three fingers on each hand and two toes on each foot. He wears a long black coloured tailed mask over his eyes. On wrists he’s dons navy blue wristbands.

On his plastron he has two golden coloured markings, one near the upper left side edge and the other near the lower right side of the edge. Among what else he wears, he’s got black coloured toeless socks with silver trimmings in the middle that spiral down, the socks rise to his mid-calf. 

He also wears a black strap over his right shoulder, with two other straps going in different directions across his chest. On the strap had the Turtle emblem.

Leo perked up at the sight of Adriaen and walks over with confidence as he slides right up next to Adriaen and leaned his arm on his shoulder.

”So, what do you think about my landing? 10/10? Amazing? Spectacular?!”

Leo began to list of the positives as Adriaen casually cut him off bluntly. “It was pointless to be honest. I don’t see why you guys wanted to do that.” He informs, Leo who was cut off pouted and leans off him.

”Because it’s fun! You should really try it next time.” Raph announced in excitement before out of the blue Mikey quips in an idea.

“Let’s go bungee dunk on the hoops at Rucker Park.”

“Game on! Just one thing first.” April agreed to doing more stunts but paused before running off and coming back with two warning signs. 

“Wet floor and Dry pool. Our work is done here. Donnie, can I hitch a ride.” April turns to Donnie who gave her a thumbs up and gestured to his armoured shell.

“No probbles.”

April jumps onto his shell, which immediately opens to provide a seat and handlebars. The rotors whirl as Donnie lifts off and starts flying away, followed by the turtles. Adriaen debated at first if he should just go home and sleep, but he knew that these guys would end up causing some kind of trouble, and someone had to be there to look out for them, so he also followed pursuit, jumping across the rooftop buildings. 

But they all stopped when they heard a loud thud on the wall of the building they were on. Adriaen turns back to see Raph had crashed but he didn’t look injured, instead he had everyone halt.

“Hey, hey guys, hold up. Poor thing looks lost.” He informs as he points down to the construction site, where a small shivering animal-like figure was sitting at.

As the little mutant tries to wonder where he is, Raph Jumps down, and others follow. The creature screeches startled and alarmed when Raph appeared in front of it. The others stood back, looking puzzled at the creature.

What…is that thing?

“Hey, little guy, what’chu doing here? Mm, mm, come to big Raphie.” Raph cooed in a babylike voice, which quickly had the others —aside from Adriaen— laugh.

“What? Pets love me all right? I am at one with the animals.”

The creature growls and leaps at Raph’s face, clawing him up, Raph yelped in obvious surprise as the creature then jumps off him. Coincidentally, Adriaen was close by and the animal had landed in his arms.

”H-huh?” Adriaen was a little startled, flinching briefly as he waited for it to claw his face, but to his confusion it just purred at him. ”Aw, how cute.” April gushes over, clearly wanting to hold it, Adriaen turns to her and held the creature under its arms and gently gave it to April. “Take it.” Adriaen replied, watching as the animal creature licks her face.

“Aww. I didn’t get this drenched from the cannonball.”

“It looks so weird. What is it?” Mikey spoke up, tilting his head as he eyed the thing. Donnie came over to April and checked the collar on the creature that had a green vile hanging in the middle. 

“Maybe it’s some kind of nuclear St. Bernard.”

Before anyone could say anything, an angry scoff draws their attention to two figures nearby.

“Oooh! Humans!” Raph squeaks in surprise, in an instant all five turtles duck behind April as Raph whispers to everyone.

”Initiate plan H.”

Ugh, I hate plan H…

Raph, Leo, Adriaen and Mikey come out of hiding from behind April. Leo being the first to speak with a calm expression but had a nerdy tone.

“Um, excuse me sirs. Can you direct us to the local science fiction convention that we are currently dressed for?”

Mikey who tried to sound a bit nerdy, also added into the conversation.

“Snazzy alien turtle outfits, huh?”

Donnie then steps in front of Mikey, looking stiff. “We are just typical, normal humans who got lost in the middle of our normal, everyday human lives. Nailed it.” He added but the more he spoke the more unbelievable it sounded but he seemed rather proud of himself.

Adriaen groans and face palms in embarrassment at the others as Leo eyed Donnie with an unimpressed look, “Dude, you gotta make it to rehearsal.” He whispers to his brother who sheepishly smiles in return.

“Give to me creature. How you say…pretty please...or I’ll destroy you.” One of the large men, who carried around a small dog in a baby carrier strapped to his chest, threatens April.

“Really? You think you’re gonna step to our friend? Rookie mistake, hoss.”

Raph narrowed his eyes as he steps closer to April for her protection and to seem intimidating to the strangers. “And if you step to my friends for stepping to you for st-stepping to me? You’re gonna have to step to me. Mm-kay?” April tried to also threaten back, but her words only sounded confusing.

”Way to be intimidating.” Adriaen sarcastically uttered, arms crossed as he stared ahead at the two weird men.

“You do not intimidate us, with or without your fake nerd voices.”

“That was actually my real voice.” Donnie blinks in bewilderment at what the guy said, but he was ignored by everyone.

“Well, you better get intimidated, ‘cause we’re like nothing you’ve ever seen.” Raph smirks at his own comment, but Donnie once again wanted answers. 

“What’s wrong with my voice?”

Both men suddenly start to glow and purple mist flow around their bodies, causing the group to stare in astonishment and disbelief.

“Whoa! No way!”

“Dude!”

“Jumping Jack Flash!”

Adriaen sweats slightly at the sudden mist, as he narrowed his eyes in focus and got into a defensive stance.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise as the men began to transform into huge monsters astride monstrous dogs.

What the…are they demons or something?!

It was silence between everyone, since they were all processing in what they witnessed, but it didn’t last long as Leo couldn’t help but make a joke.

“So…you guys from Jersey?”

Adriaen deadpans at the blue masked turtle, “Are you serious?” He scolds as Leo smiles a bit awkwardly, “What? I can’t make a joke in the middle of the craziest thing ever? That’s how I cope.” He tries to justify himself; Adriaen opens his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Raph.

“Whatever. This is our chance to finally use these babies. Weapons ahoy!”

Upon his comment, the turtles brought out their weapons. Raph with his two Sais, Mikey with the Nunchucks, Donnie and his mechanical bow staff, Leo with his twin katanas and Adriaen with his pair of Kama’s.

“We agreed to reserve “ahoy” for ship-based adventures, pal, please.” Donnie corrected his brother, “Here they come!” Adriaen announced, watching the two monster dogs charge toward them, snarling and barking. 

“Guys, I got this.” Donnie confidently assured, his staff expands with jets on either end. He throws it at the oncoming bad guys.

”Fibonacci!” He announces but suddenly the weapon starts whirling sporadically.

“Ah, no, n…oh, no, no. That’s so bad.”

Adriaen and the others watch the staff malfunction in the air, with Adriaen sighing to himself. “I told you that it would do that first if you didn’t test it out beforehand.” He side eyes Donnie who stares with a pout at his staff.

The creature that April held lets out a hiss and disappears.

“Dog thingy!”

The creature reappears in the air, clamps its mouth on to the runway staff, and blinks out while holding staff. Then it appears above Donnie and drops the staff into his hands.

Oh…so it can do that.

“Hey, it plays fetch.” Donnie smiles, watching the animal blink out again and returns to April’s arms.

”And teleports, which is…oh, my gosh, it teleports!” Donnie added before realisation kicked in for him. One of the monsters points their weapon at Donnie and it begins to glow, zapping sounds coming off it before a flashing beam of light hits Donnie who crashes into a pile of cinder blocks.

“Donnie!”

“Pro tip, the inexplicable glow-y wave – extraordinarily painful.”

Raph turns to Mikey, ready to fight off these monster guys. “All right, Mikey, you take the one that looks like a broken toaster. I’ll take the guy that looks like a fancy trash can.” He orders but it only confused Mikey.

“They look exactly the same, and they don’t look like either of those things!”

The dog beast and monster chases Raph and Mikey who quickly start to run.

Leo and Adriaen being the only ones left behind with the other monster guy. “Hey, where are you going?” Leo mumbles under his breath to his brothers. The low snarl makes him look back over his shoulder, Leo who was calm placed one katana over his shoulder.

“You had to ruin cannonball day.” 

Adriaen glanced at the blue masked turtle, knowing that he was going to charge in, “Leo, we should-“ He began to speak but Leo placed a finger over his lips, shushing Adriaen.

”Just leave it to me.” He grins before winking as he looks back at the dog monster. In swift speed, Leo pounced at the monster guy, swinging his swords. But when Leo’s weapons made impact, they broke and he stood their now defenceless.

“My swords!”

”Leo!” Adriaen calls out to him, the demon guy laughs which seemed to annoy Leo who had his sword's hilts at his head, connecting with the monsters helmet.

“I don’t need weapons to beat you! I got my rad skills!”

He jumps onto the side of a concrete truck and flips in the air beneath the monster's weapon, and then falls flat on his face. 

“Ack!”

Adriaen stares down at Leo who twitched, with a heavy sigh, Adriaen steps over Leo and stood in front of him, holding out his Kama’s.

”My turn.”

The monster runs at him, as he was quick to divert the fight away from Leo’s body. He leaps onto some construction wood before jumping off in time when the demon guy tried zapping him with its weapon, like how they did with Donnie.

Adriaen, runs along the ground and got close as he could, swinging his Kama’s at his opponent who blocked his attacks with easy. Adriaen was then shoved back, the force of the push making him drop his Kama’s and almost stumbling down on the ground, but he found his footing and balanced himself to stay standing.

”Huh…? My Kama’s!” He noticed in surprise as he witnessed his weapons being crushed under the demon hounds' paws.

Great…now what do I do?

Leo groans as he tries to stand up, Adriaen noticed his comrade and quickly ran over, dodging the swipe of the sword that the demon entity carried.

Adriaen skids to a halt and kneels beside Leo, helping him sit up. “You okay?” He asked as Leo wobbles in a daze as he gave a lazy thumbs up. “Never better. Say…are we about to be hit?” He mumbles, pointing out behind Adriaen who widens his eyes and turn around, only for him and Leo to be thrown to the side along with Donnie. Leo landed on the shell of his brother as Adriaen landed onto Leo. 

Not long after, the other monster throws Mikey and Raph into the pile.

“Hey, trash can and toaster boy!”

April yells out to them, throwing bricks at the monster’s chests. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave my friends alone. What the-?” She exclaims but stopped in puzzlement when one of the monsters lifted his hands and a purple orb formed around the doglike creature. The creature tries to teleport out of the orb but can’t. With a wave of the demon's hand, the monster pulls the orb through the air towards it, but April hangs on.

“No!”

The strangers grabs the orb from April and then blasts her backwards.

“I have the agent and the vial. Hyah!”

The one with the green eyes spins around and gestures. A giant “M” appears on the brick wall nearby and an opening appears.

“Whoa!” The turtles all awed out in amazement, they didn’t know where it came from until they moved aside when the Delivery guy moved past them.

“Sweet shortcut. Wait! This is not a shortcut!”

As he said this, he falls into the opening and falls far through a glowing tunnel, screaming.

“Ah! Good to know.” Mikey sweats, before flinching when the mutant dog whines and its monster owner rides into the opening.

“The dog thingy!”

April sprints ahead to save him, but Raph knew it meant that she would end up through the portal thing.

“Hey! April! No!”

Everyone ran up to April just as she entered the portal. The wall closed completely, and Raph slams face first into bricks.

“Oh! April!”

Leo blinks in shock and looked around, “I think she’s okay, ‘cause there’s no, like, April bits on the ground.” He somewhat assures, causing Donnie, Raph and Leo himself to check out the other side of the wall.

“Hey, April, are your bits on the other side of the wall? How do we get her out of there?”

Adriaen stood next to Mikey; his arms crossed over his chest comfortably. “More so on where is even there…” He informs, humming to himself briefly to think. “Oh, hey! I’ve seen this before! In fact, we all have.” Mikey slightly shouts, the three walking over to him as Adriaen focused his attention onto the orange masked mutant who eyed the “M” symbol on the wall.

The turtles stare together at the brick wall, all trying to remember on where they saw this. “Wait a minute…” Adriaen uttered before realising where he has seen this symbol before. “In Splinter’s do-not-touch cabinet.” He states, causing the others to also perk up at this.

”Let’s go home and check it out!” Raph noted, quickly rushing off to the nearest manhole cover, everyone else following behind as they jump down into the sewers and make their way back home.

It didn’t take long before the five reached their lair that they all grew up in together. They quietly go to where Splinter was sitting. The large rat that Raph, Leo, Donnie and Mikey call as their father was busy watching the TV.

Adriaen never saw Splinter as a father figure, to him he was just a random mutated rat that took him in out of pity, considering Adriaen wasn’t actually with everyone at the start. Splinter had found Adriaen when the turtle was only 3 years old. Lost in the sewers and no place to call home. 

They all hide behind the chair where Splinter sits watching TV on a big screen. At the right is the cabinet where they see the familiar “M” symbol which appeared to be inside a compass.

“You’re right. It’s just like the symbol those creeps have.” Raph mumbles quietly to not disturb Splinter. “Should we just ask him for it?” Mikey questions, making Leo scoff at the idea.

“And what do we say if he asks why we want it? That we need it to go after our best friend, who disappeared into a wall after our priceless weapons were destroyed by mystical jogger guys?”

Raph slams his hand down on Leo’s head, “Shh! Okay, here’s the plan. We gotta get Splinter out of the room.” He stated the obvious, before the five all come out of hiding and stand in front of the TV screen, bowing respectfully at Splinter.

“Hey, Pop. Any chance we can have the living room tonight?”

Splinter slurps milk through the straw from the carton, and began laughing hysterically, “And I thought purple was the funny one!” He chuckles at them. “I told you guys I was the funniest.” Donnie briefly looked at the others, Adriaen elbowed his arm as Donnie clears his throat.

”Anyway, what if I hooked it up so that you could watch in bed, huh? Wouldn’t that be even lazier?”

“No! My butt is asleep, just how I like it. Now, leave me be! They’re about to break out the scorpions!”

Laughter was heard from the show, as the TV voice-over begins again. The five walk away and go back behind Splinter’s chair to think of a new plan of action.

“Plan one didn’t work. New plan. All right, listen up.” Raph declares as he slaps paper on table and grabs a crayon.

”We need ten chickens, a gallon of rubber cement, and…”

”What on earth are you even planning with all that?” Adriaen deadpans at the older brother of the others in slight concern for this “plan”.

Leo holds up the compass object from Splinter’s cabinet, dangling it to everyone.

”Leon’s got it.”

“How’d you get it?” Raph stared in amazement at him, but Leo just lightly snorted, “You know he always passes out after milk and cake.” He points out, causing everyone to peek over the top of the chair. 

Splinter lay there snoring away with cake crumbs all over him. “Huh, well that was easy.” Adriaen noted before looking to Leo, “Nicely done.” He praises, causing Leo to blush and smile confidently.

”Well, you know, it wasn’t anything special, but I guess I am pretty good at-“

Mikey interrupted him, grabbing the compass from Leo, “Let’s go and get April back!” He announces, running off out the sewers with everyone following after him.

Wasn’t long that they were back at the construction site brick wall. Mikey had given the compass to Raph who held up the compass in front of the wall.

“A few hours ago, I would’ve called this foolish and impossible. Now I just call it foolish.” Donnie commented, with Adriaen nodding along in agreement. “Tell me about it.” He states in support of Donnie’s comment. “Say what you want, you two. Raph’ll pull it off, ‘cause if he doesn’t, we’ll lose our best friend forever.” Mikey scolded the two, “Mikey, don’t say that. You know he chokes under pressure.” Leo then scolds Mikey, unaware of Raph’s growing panic internally.

“Leo, he’s even more self-conscious when you talk about it.” Adriaen announces at Leo, “And then you can smell his fear.” Mikey added onto the pile, which finally had Raph snap in nerves and turn to the four.

“Stop talking about my fear stink!”

The four blink at him, with Adriaen raising his eyes in question at Raph’s 'fear stink'.

Dramatically, the large red masked turtle points the compass at wall, expecting something to happen, but nothing did. He pushes it closer and shakes the compass, but nothing happens once again. Annoyed, he results to punching the bricks repeatedly while the four look on.

“Come on! Stupid wall!”

He throws the compass at it, but the compass was surprisingly springy and it bounces back to hit him and he falls back.

Mikey smirks and easily catches the compass with his hand. “How about we let the artist of the crew take a poke at it?” He suggests, and Leo hums in brief agreement with his younger brother.

“I say give him a shot. I mean, he can’t do any worse, respectfully.”

“Hey…” Raph pouted, offended from Leo’s words but he was quick to be quiet when Mikey approaches the wall and holds the compass close to it. The pointer starts spinning and a glow appears, creating a matrix. Mikey cries out triumphantly and quickly draws the M on the wall, causing the opening to appear and he gazes down through the glowing tunnel.

“You beautiful fools. It worked!” Donnie exclaims excitedly, and Raph stands behind Donnie and Adriaen. “All I had to do was believe in myself.” He concluded, as Adriaen slightly rolls his eyes at him.

”Yeah, sure.”

Leo leans in to see the portal, “Okay, uh, what do we do now?” He tilts his head, the group turns to Raph who grins at an idea.

“Cannonball!”

He flies in and falls through the portal. 

“Cannonball!” The others also yell, jumping in after him, Adriaen was hesitant, “Wait guys! Ugh…” He called out but it was too late as they vanished into the portal.

”Damn it…” He huffs, as he dived in after them. 

The others reach the other side, all landing on the ground on their stomachs or face, all apart from Leo who landed on one foot, wobbling but balanced himself.

“Land safely…aha! Oh, whoa!”

Everyone gasped in amazement at the place they ended up in, it looked almost like a city of sorts, and it was like they were in some other fantasy world, with strange creatures roaming ahead. 

“I can smell Raph’s amazement stink.”

“Whoa. This is crazy.”

“Exactly what I expected.”

“Are you kidding me?”

Mikey blinks and looks around when he noticed a certain turtle wasn’t with everyone, “Huh? Hey, where’s Adriaen?” He rubs his head in question, the others look around in search for their fellow mutant turtle. The portal above them makes strange noises as they see someone falling through, the figure being Adriaen who was slightly yelling at what he thought was going to be endless pit.

“Whoa! I got him!” Leo gasps before managing to catch him, holding him bridal style in his arms. Adriaen stopped his yelling and grunted when he felt himself land into someone’s arms, he blinks and looked at his catcher.

Leo grins at him, leaning his face slightly in. “I always knew you’d fall for me.” He flirts, but Adriaen just pushed Leo’s face away from him and narrowed his eyes. ”Let me go already.” He bluntly asked, causing Leo to place him on his feet as he rubs his face. “Ow, ow…” Leo mumbles, turning away to not be embarrassed.

Adriaen looks around and like the others was also a bit amazed at this new place.

”Where are we…?”

“Psst. Hey, guys, over here.”

The five turn to face April calling and waving them over, “April!” Mikey yells in relief, him and the others running over and hugging her.

“Missed you!” Raph sighs in relief as well, Adriaen glanced to the smart turtle of the group, “Donnie, where are we?” He inquired, watching Donnie who looks down at his mechanical wristband.

“According to my calculations, we are in a tertiary meta-verse.”

“Actually, I’ve been exploring, and we’re in a mystic hidden city deep under New York!” April corrected, gesturing up which of course had the others look up as well.

Huh.

“That was my second guess.”

“So where’s the dog thingy?” Leo tilted his head at their human friend who points to round structure high up on a hill.

“He’s in there.”

Naturally the group make their way to the strange building, when they arrived the metal door slides open and they walk in, at first they didn’t know where to go but the more they explored, the more they eventually found a passageway to another entrance.

When the door opens again, they were greeted with a mysterious looking lab.

“Look at the colour scheme. Whoa, I’d love to do my lab in this style.” Donnie gasps in amazement, instantly looking around with his eyes at the place. ”Please don’t.” Adriaen commented, before Raph points down at the lower level. “Hey, there’s the little guy. And the delivery guy, too!” He informs, the gang looking down to see them in separate cages. 

The little creature keeps trying to portal out, unsuccessfully.

“We gotta help them get out!”

Adriaen perked up when he heard someone approaching below, holding his arm out to stop Raph from jumping in.

”Someone’s coming.”

And just as he predicted, a large and intimidating looking stranger with horns appears, stopping in front of the cages. “If you’re the guy that keeps calling about the calamari, fine, it’s pig butts! But the crab cakes are real.” The delivery man admits but that wasn’t the case with this mystery man.

“I assure you; I have no interest in your petty cakes of crab.”

The small creature leaps from the demons shoulder onto the front of the cage.

“But we would love to hear more about those pig butts.”

The leader, that Adriaen assumed he was, reaches inside the mutant dog’s cage and yanks the necklace off the creature's neck.

“So nice of you to return my vial.”

He approaches the delivery guy again, “You are about to be part of an experiment that will change the very nature of humanity.” He informs making Adriaen lean a little closer to hear more.

“All right!”

How is that something to be excited for?

The horned demon uncorks the globe and pours green liquid contents into a giant tank full of mosquitoes. Liquid flows up to the cylinder and electricity begins to spark the tubes. “This dude looks like trouble.” April whispers, “Yeah, and if I’ve learned anything from “Jupiter Jim” movies, glowing green usually equals bad.” Raph stated, recalling what he remembers from the movies he’s seen.

Green liquid multiplies in size and the mosquitoes begin drinking it. The demon extracts one of the mosquitoes from the container and walks back to the caged delivery guy. He gestures and cage walls turn into vines which wrap around the delivery guy and lift him up.

“So…is this gonna hurt?”

“It will…if I’m doing it right.”

The demon guy placed the mosquito onto the human's head, before the bug pumps green liquid into him. Leaving a red dot on his forehead.

“Hey, that wasn’t so-“

Suddenly, the delivery man starts to mutate, “Oh, ow. Okay, this part hurts. This part – oh! This part hurts. Ah, that hurts! Oh!” He cries out in pain, making the group stare in slight horror at what they are seeing.

“What’s happening to him?”

Adriaen looked disgusted as he closed one eye, “That is messed up.” He muttered, the others react with groans and grimaces as they watch the delivery guy mutate into a fish man.

“Yeah, jury’s in. That was imitation crab.”

“I just got used to acne. Now this?” The delivery guy screamed and ran out the lab, where one of the tiny gargoyles laughs.

”Should we go after him, boss?”

“The mutation worked, just like it did all those years ago.” Their boss announces in pride at his work, “Mutation? You mean like us?” Adriaen responded to the comment quietly to the others, his eyes focused on the strange man.

Raph gasps and looks to his brothers, April and Adriaen. “Could we be-“ He began to say but Mikey cuts him off with equal panic.

“Part imitation crab?”

Donnie laughs and then sobers, when he realises that Mikey was serious. “You are not kidding, are you?” He questioned but no one could say anything when they hear the horned demon talk to the dog creature that the group was here to rescue.

“I’ll deal with you next.”

“We can’t let that sheep-horned weirdo do anything to that dog!” April announces, ready to fight if it weren’t for Leo to stating the obvious fact.

“But, except for Donnie, we’re out of weapons.”

“Note to you, next time, make your weapons out of high-grade titanium.”

Adriaen sighs as he admits to himself, he missed his two Kamas.

“Guys, who needs weapons? We’re ninjas! Leo’s got his mad skills, nobody flips better than Mikey, Donnie’s got that big old brain, Adriaen has his slyness and intuition, and I got, uh—“ Raph began to assure everyone as he notices they all looked a bit discouraged.

“A friend who knows where there’s a room full of weapons.” April grins, causing Leo to exhale in relief and whisper to the others.

“Ah, thank goodness. We were so dead.”

April walks over to a lever where she pulls it down and all fall through the floor. They land on the floor with Adriaen managing to stick the landing and not end up in Leo’s arms. As they recover, they look around and noted how they are in a huge room full of weapons and other equipment.

“It’s like if magic and science had a baby!” Donnie quips, gasping in amazement as everyone began to explore the possibilities of new weapons.

Leo finds a pair of swords, holding them up. “Ho, oh, oh, yeah!” He grins, thinking of taking them for himself, Mikey also finds a weapon, it being nunchucks as he spins them. 

“These’ll do.”

Adriaen held up a pair of Kama’s, he didn’t really think anything special about them. “Hey, yo, guys! How about we take the glow-y ones?" Raph shouts out, pointing out a shelf with obvious magical weapons.

Five glowing weapons float in the air. Leo and Mikey’s eyes widen, and they drop their weapons and run to the new ones. Adriaen gently puts down the Kama’s and also made his way over in curiosity.

“Oh, dibs on the sword.” Leo immediately said, jumping up and grabbing the weapon, giving it a testing swing. 

“Oh, boy!”

Mikey grabs the Kusari-fundo Nunchaku.

”Hot soup!”

Raph went for the glowing pair of Tonfa and smashes them together.

”Boom! Huh-ha!”

Adriaen eyed the pair of the kama’s, grabbing it and inspecting the craftsmanship of the weapon. He was impressed by the blades.

”Huh, I can work with this no problem.”

Last thing floating is a mystic staff with a chain and a spiked ball. April grabs it and holds it out to Donnie who didn’t look all that interested.

“What about you, Donnie? Don’t you want a glowy weapon?”

“No, I’m good.” He shakes his head and then hugs his staff.

”I’ll never let you go…this looks interesting though.”

Donnie touches a purple crystal that’s floating nearby, stuffing it safely away.

“Let’s go save that dog thingy!”

The group with their new weapons were ready to fight, April finds another lever and pulls it down, where in an instance they all fall through the ground again, this time somehow, they landed in a pipe. The group fall through and within minutes they end up on a platform where the horned demon guy watches them after being startled by the loud banging.

“All right, give us the little guy, and you’ll walk out of here with your horns still attached.” Raph was quick to threaten, “Shouldn’t we also stop him from creating crab-men?” Leo perks up, making Raph nod in agreement.

“Good note. Okay, give us the little guy, stop creating crab-men-“

“Imitation crab-men.”

April and Adriaen sigh in exasperation at where this was going to lead to. “Okay, good note. Stop creating imitation crab-men…” Raph began as the brothers and Adriaen all talk over each other, with Adriaen trying to grab their attention to focus on the enemy.

Unaware that the horned man, was looking at them with stars in his eyes.

“You’re…beautiful.”

“Raph, why don’t you take it from the top again?” Leo grins, after they all finally agreed on what Raph should say, even though Adriaen was just done with everyone already.

“Here goes. First, you apologize to the dog thingy-“

“Let’s do this!” April suddenly shouted before she leaps off balcony, swinging her club. “April O’Neil!” She announces herself, “Omigosh! She just ran in.” Mikey gasps as the others watch on in shock at her boldness.

April lands on the creature’s cage and begins chewing on the vines, straining and grunting as she tries to free him. The two little gargoyles grab her and fly around the room with her trying to beat them off.

”She’ll be fine.” Adriaen noted out, not too worried about her. Upon their distraction, the horned demon guy throws giant purple vines at the turtles, where they all managed to dodge the attack and slide down the vine. “I hate this! I hate this! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Gah!” Leo complains, Adriaen almost slipped off as he wasn’t expecting the vine to be a little slippery, but he got the hang of it quickly.

The demon guy suddenly throws down three pellets and a giant robot thing grows up from the floor, causing everyone to gasp and panic.

“Ohmigosh!”

“Whoa, whoa!”

“Dude, seriously?”

“Ah! It looked at me!”

Adriaen gulps when he saw the golem grab all vines together and shakes them, flinging the turtles off. “This one’s got a little spice.” Donnie called out after being flung.

“Capture those specimens!”

Adriaen widens his eyes at what he heard, “Capture?!” He repeated, as he and the others all charge in at the robotic golem. Leo swings his sword and slices through a leg, knocking it down to one knee. “Nice one Leo!” Adriaen grins slightly, running to the other leg where he used the Kama’s to slice the other leg off. He skids to a halt next to Leo as they witness it roar and grab a handful of boulders from the floor, throwing them at turtles. Mikey and Raph dodge each missile.

“Hot soup!” Raph shouted as he smashes face first into the robot, knocking it down.

Donnie’s battle shell opens and rotors deploy. It flies overhead and opens rockets on the staff, but they start spinning him.

“No, no, no. No, no, no, no.”

“Look out guys!”

The staff smashes into the robot's head and spins his whole body, then sends it crashing to the ground.

“Ha! Nailed it!” Donnie exclaims happily, catching his staff with pride.

“Accidentally impressive. With a little bit of training, you could be as formidable as I’d hoped.” The demon guy somewhat praised his enemies, Adriaen looks over with a questioning gaze.

“It’s okay! I got this!” April was heard above, still fighting off the little gargoyles.

“Okay, well, great, and since you’re surrendering.” Leo coughs, but this seems to strike a slight nerve in the enemy who gave a sarcastic laugh.

“Baron Draxum does not surrender.”

“Okay, well, when he gets here, we’ll deal him...oh, ho, ho, I see. You’re doing that whole 'sinister talking in the third person' thing.” Leo pointed out, with Adriaen deadpanning at him, “You don’t say.” He commented, slightly flinching when Raph jumped over him.

“Only Raph can use the third person! All right, guys, time to put our training to use.”

He and the others run off, Leo confused as ever follows pursuit.

“What training? You guys have been training?” He asked, as Adriaen shakes his head, “Not really no…well, at least not these guys.” He concluded, also tilting his head slightly at him.

”Wait have you been doing secret training without us?” 

“Not exactly secret training when I’m literally just in the dojo...but yeah.”

With all rushing in to attack Draxum, the said being used some pellets and his arms grow huge, blocking the strikes. With a slam, the fists hits the ground and the concussion throws the turtles back.

“And that’s why Baron Draxum–“

He cut off when one of his little minions that was flying away with April falls from above and hits Draxum on the head.

”I’m sorry, boss.”

April appeared on the ground, beating on the other minion with her bat as she grabs the other that fell first in her teeth, shaking them loose from her leg and stomps on him, she paused and gave the turtles a thumbs up, which all five return.

Draxum shoots brownish liquid at her, and it wraps her in a cocoon, causing the turtles to stand in front of her protectively. “You did not just do that to our friend!” Mikey hissed, upset that April is now tied up, he throws the end of the chain of his new weapon at Draxum, but it goes past him. But to everyone’s surprise the weapon hangs in the air, the round end spinning and even the weapon starts to laugh maniacally.

“Whoa. Magic weapon…Ah!”

It yanks him forward and then flies around, taking him on a wild ride. He hits a section of the ooze tank and breaks it. Mikey is yelling and screaming, as the end of his Kusari-fundo still laughs and turns into a flaming face. Draxum jumps aside just before it hits him, and Mikey collided hard on the floor.

“Mikey, that was awesome. How’d you do that?” Raph questions as everyone stared in amazement and disbelief, “I don’t know, man. I was just swinging my weapon, like this, and all of a sudden…” He paused when the ball on the end flames on again and laughter begins. ”Just like tha –a-a-a!” Mikey points out before going back on a wild ride. “Let me try. Magic weapon, magic weapon, magic weapon, magic weapon!” Raph slams his tonfas together in eagerness, before red magic starts to spark off it.

”Aw, yeah! Magic weapon!” With a final slam of them together, he was suddenly met with an explosive response from it and knocks him down.

“Mine works too….”

Leo smiled in eagerness, before running ahead at Draxum. 

“Can’t wait to find out what mine does!”

”Leo, wait!” Adriaen chased after him, having a bad feeling that he would end up in a disaster as well. Leo’s sword begins to spark and shift. Draxum lifts his arm to block him as Leo swings without connecting.

When he noticed the sword did nothing, he laughs uneasily while sweating. But then to his surprise, Leo’s sword lifted overhead and sparks some more, and a portal opens beneath Leo’s feet. He starts to fall, and another portal above opens, making Leo fall through, but he was stuck in an endless loop of going between the two portals.

“Get…me…off…this…ride! Whoa!”

Adriaen stopped before he could fall into the portal that Leo created as he got a little dizzy watching the blue masked mutant turtle go through his dilemma.

Adriaen shakes his head and stared at Draxum who gave a low growl at him, ready to attack. “Oh boy, please weapons, don’t be bad.” Adriaen mumbles as he leans back when Draxum’s arm extended at him.

Adriaen backflips away for distance as he grips the Kama’s in his grasps. He felt them give out sparks of magic as he glanced down at them, watching how they glowed briefly. He felt something in him shift as well, like he was somehow connected to the weapon. It was difficult for him to register or explain to himself what he was feeling, but there was no time to think.

He dodged another attack from Draxum, as he skids to the side and on instinct, he threw the Kama’s in the air at Draxum, “Uh oh.” He mumbles, he didn’t even know why he threw them, but to his surprise he watched as the weapons were avoiding being hit and actually cutting Draxum a few times.

”Huh?” Adriaen blinks as he noticed how the Kama’s were moving according to where he was pointing at and possibly being controlled somehow in his mind. “Whoa, I’ll admit that’s pretty cool.” He smirks, but then they started…malfunctioning and started flying at him, making Adriaen widen his orbs and duck down as the kama’s almost sliced his head off.

”I knew this was gonna happen. Whoa!”

He groans before ducking again, not having any other choice he starts running around in circles, being chased by these flying kama’s that he somehow was controlling earlier.

“And that’s why I like fighting the old-fashioned way, with impossibly futuristic high-tech weaponry.” Donnie muses, jumping in and attacking Draxum, who blocked his strikes. The end of Donnie’s staff forms a rocket and when Draxum swings at him, Donnie ducks so that Draxum hits his staff. It bounces up and smashes him in the face, knocking Draxum backwards.

“Just like I planned it!”

“Look out!” Mikey shouted before he slammed into Donnie and they were both flying around. “You fight like untrained buffoons, but under me, you could become true warriors!” Draxum commented with loudness for everyone to hear.

He throws pellets that form cocoons around the turtles, Donnie and Mikey are cocooned together. As well as Leo and Adriaen being in cocoons as well together.

“So, how’s your day?” Leo tries to make conversation with Adriaen who grunts and wriggles around in the cocoon. “Not now with the jokes Leo.” He scolded him, April turns her head to the others with panic.

“How are we gonna save the dog thingy now?”

“Donnie’s on it.”

Donnie lowers his goggles and peers around the lab. The tank sparking like it’s going critical. His goggle making alarm sounds.

“Wait a second…”

Draxum approaches which startles him, but he didn’t seem like he was going to attack the defenceless turtles, “Turtles, why are you trying to stop my plans? We are all in this together!” He tries to reason as Adriaen narrows his eyes and raised an invisible eyebrow.

”How are we in this together?!”

“Ah, hey, I don’t know if this is part of your plan, but the lab’s about to explode.” Donnie interrupted, and upon his statement everyone started hopping around in their cocoons panicking. 

The tank sparks some more and soon explosions began to happen, “Aw, nuts.” Draxum muttered, watching as a massive boulder lands on him. Crumbling rubble began to fall, releasing all the bugs. A nearby tube hits the cage, allowing the creature that the turtles and April were here to save, be free. He portals away and lands on Adriaen's head.

”Hey, get off!” He grunts as April smiles at the animal. “Little guy! Can you do your thing and get us out of here?” She begged, which somehow the creature understood as it gave a grin and portals April and the turtles out of the lab. 

They wind up just outside of Draxum’s stronghold, all of them safely out the cocoons they were trapped in as Mikey quickly draws the “M” symbol on a wall and they jump through the portal when it opens. 

The turtles and April land safely topside, they ended back in the construction site that they have been in earlier. The compass on the other hand slides out of Mikey’s hand and breaks. “Oh, no! Splinter’s doohickey!” He panicked but no one really cared. “Man. Are you okay, boy? Or girl? You sure were good through all that mayhem.” April cooed the creature that can teleport, before she gained an idea.

”Hey, Mayhem! That’s a cute name.”

Adriaen turns to her, hand on hip, “You're seriously keeping it as a pet?” He quizzes which she shrugs her shoulders, “Well why not? He’s not so bad and just so darn cute!” She explains her reasonings, hugging the creature now called as Mayhem.

”Right…” 

Raph pants before laughing triumphantly, patting the back of Adriaen. “We just defeated a boss villain. We’re heroes. We deserve a name like Mad Dogs.” He concluded, looking up as he and the others pose dramatically. ”I am not calling myself a mad dog, Raph.” Adriaen was quick to decline the name before Leo leans his bodyweight onto Adriaen as he hums in thought about the group name.

“Mad dogs? You don’t think something like Mutant Ninja Turtle Teens or…I don’t know. Maybe – we’ll keep brainstorming.”

Adriaen was first to notice one of those mosquitoes that carried the mutation liquid flew past them. “What the?” He uttered, as he and now the other also look on in bewilderment. But then thousands of the bugs burst out of the open portal mouth behind them, the group watching in despair at the bugs flying freely in New York.

“Huh. That can’t be good.”

Leo taps Adriaen’s shoulder, gaining his attention “We should go. People’s blinds are starting to open.” He concluded, in which the turtles notice that it was daytime.

They bid their human friend goodbye before running to the manhole cover and jumping down into the sewers, making their way back home.

Adriaen slightly yawns, he didn’t realise he had been up all night until it was just now hitting him. “I can’t wait to get to bed.” He sighs in hope at the comfort of his bed.

”You know, my bed is pretty comfy, we can share it-“ Leo tried to once again flirt, and as always fails miserably when he tripped over his own foot and landed face first in the sewer water.

”Hm? You say something Leo?” Adriaen turns to him, as Leo looks up at him with slight disappointment in himself and slightly embarrassed.

”Uh, nope. Just…freshening up is all.”

”Okay…?”

They once again make their way back to the comfort of their lair, Leo internally beating himself up for his failed flirting attempts today.

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A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER. 

So, what do we all think so far? How are we liking Adriaen so far and his mystic weapon? 

There’s not much Leo X OC happening since it’s only the first chapter, but boy do, I have plans in the future! Especially when I write up the movie-

Part 2/episode 2 here

[ultimate-character-design]

The Ultimate Character Design Tournament

Please remember to vote for characters solely based on their design, rather than which character you are more familiar with or like more!

Rei Asaka | Oniisama e

"she looks like a gothic vampire but she's actually just a butch highschooler <3"

Lio Fotia | Promare

"By all rights this design shouldn't work. It's a twink in bondage gear and a frilly shirt with pink eyes and green hair. All that PLUS pink/blue edge highlights?? It sounds like a mess when you describe it in text but Shigeto Koyama was clearly cooking haute cuisine while designing Lio because LOOK AT HIM. The stark black/white contrast of the outfit combined with the pops of colour just OOZES style, and the specific hues chosen come together to create a visual that is equal parts sharp and soft (the mint green hair somehow looks better than if they'd just made him blond??). And don't even get me started on how insanely cool his armor looks! It's just all-around an iconic look that is bold and colourful without coming off as garish and I think it's fantastically crafted."

[empressofthesunwriter]

One Punch Girl! 02

Inspired by One Punch Man!

In a world full of Quirks, you were born quirkless.

However, this doesn’t stop you from defeating villains left and right with just One Punch, all while you just want to eat junk food and watch anime.

What a drag.

Hello, my loves!

So I counted the votes and most of you want a Harem so that we will get a Harem!

I hope you are still satisfied with it even if you voted for only one person, I will try to give anyone the spotlight ^^

I know it's a short chapter, but this just shows how Reader-CHan interacts with her class, before the Sports Festival where it will get interesting ^^

So please forgive me!

Now on with the story!

Chapter 2: Your new daily life, hurray!

Bored you stared at the twenty teenagers before you.

They seemed to be a mix of surprised and curious seeing you on the side of your teacher.

What was his name again?

Aizaza?

Aizama?

Ailama?

"Okay listen up, kids.", began Aichacha. "I get you are surprised, but we have a new student here. She joined us at the recommendation of the principal. So try to not be annoying and just accept it."

Aikoko then took out a yellow sleeping bag and got inside.

"You can surely present yourself to the class."

With that, he falls asleep.

Still bored you just blinked.

Huh, Aicaramba, doesn't only look like a hobo but was also lazy.

Yeah, you felt him.

You also would rather lay in your warm bed and sleep than be back in school.

While you were at the facility you have totally forgotten what a drag school was.

Why did you agree again to do all this?

Whatever, you stared back at your classmates.

Some seemed to get shy under your intense look, like a cute boy with green hair which reminded you of broccoli, others stared back in the challenge, like the hot spiked-haired blond who seemed to have anger issues, and others seemed indifferent like the sexy boy with half white and half red hair.

Again you checked all your classmates.

Huh.

Besides a few, like the little perv with lilac balls as hair who stared shamelessly at your breasts, all were extremely attractive.

What was this?

A host club?

You should keep your eyes open for a vase, not that you broke it and had then a debt over 5000000 Yen.

"I'm [Full Name] and I'm your new classmate, yeah.", you introduced yourself simply.

You could see sweatdrops everywhere and could practically hear how all thought: That's it?

"Can I sit down now?"

"Whatever kid.", waved you Aidumpsterfire away.

So you took the only free sit, which was on the last row.

Awesome, so no one would notice if you fell asleep!

Jackpot!

You made yourself comfortable in your seat, only listening to half of how Aicucaracha said something about a Sports Festival.

Uurgh, boring.

You closed your eyes and fell asleep.

/*/

You don't know how long you slept, only how someone was shaking you awake.

Still half asleep you sat up and wiped the drool away from your mouth.

"Are you finally awake?", asked a girl amused.

What a second...

"Did aliens invade?", you wonder aloud.

The pink-skinned, horned, blackeyed girl just laughed at you.

"That's not the first time someone thought I was an alien.", she mussed. "Hi, I'm Mina Ashido, you probably want to know it's lunchtime."

Wow, you slept for like four hours.

But what did this Mina say?

"Lunchtime!", something like excitement was in your voice. "Thanks, cutie! I'm starving!"

You gave her a cheek kiss, stupified she blinked at you and turned red as you formally raced to the cafeteria.

Food, food, food!

Finally!

Your tray nearly exploded under all the delicious dishes you put on it.

Now you need to find a place to eat.

Ah, there was a seat free beside a boy with gravity-defining indigo hair.

He bored poked at his ramen.

Without a word, you sat down and began to eat.

Mmh, so tasty!

Lunchrush was not without a reason your favourite hero!

"Hey, what does one of the Hero Course want here?", asked you the boy, staring at you like you were a cockroach.

Wow, rude!

You were way sexier than an insect.

You gulped down your food to answer: "Dude, I was just searching for a seat. Don't get your panties in a twist."

Indigo Boy stared at you with his pretty purple eyes.

You stared back.

Strangely you felt a tickled in your brain, if this made sense.

Mentally you gave this sensation a bitch-slap.

Funny enough Indigo Boy fell from his seat.

Huh?

You chewed the food in your mouth and gulped it down before you leaned down to him.

"Are you okay?"

Pretty Purple Eyes stared in fright at you.

"What the?! How did you?! What are you?!"

"Last time I checked a girl."

The boy stood up and grabbed his things.

Before you could count to ten you heard how he mumbled how all in the hero course were freaks and he was gone.

Again, huh?

Well, whatever, if he wanted to be weird, not your problem.

Besides you could check out his nice ass, while he walked away.

So you just eat your lunch in peace.

/*/

It was now afternoon, which meant Hero Basic Training.

This was the only thing that got you a bit excited.

You wanted to see, how long your classmates could stand up to you before you finished them off with One Punch.

In the facility, you learned over the years to regulate your strength so, that you could also just knock out your opponents with One Punch.

No more accidentally killing like this.

Yeah, another dead kid at your hands wouldn't be good.

Anyway, the class led The All Might, which was cool.

Principal Nezu said you were stronger than him, the strongest hero of Japan, you wished you could arm wrestle with him to see if it was true.

Today in Hero Basic Training you would do an obstacle race.

Some Villains liked to booby trap their hideout, this training should sharpen your senses and give you a sense of danger.

Aww, so no fighting.

What a bummer.

You were bored again.

You played with your cool leather jacket which was part of your Hero Outfit, while in a group of four people, your classmate entered the obstacle race.

That's when a cute brunette girl in a skin-tight suit walked up to you.

"Hi, we hadn't had the chance to talk, I'm Ochaco Uraraka, welcome to our class."

You nodded in greeting.

"How are you liking the U.A. so far?"

"It's okay."

"Isn't it cool having All Might as a teacher?"

"I suppose."

"I like your Hero Outfit, really hot."

"Thanks."

"You don't talk much, huh?"

You shrugged your shoulders.

Ochaco giggled cutely.

Then it was her turn to do the obstacle race.

Mmh, you felt a bit sad.

Ochaco was a happy-go-lucky person, all had seemed brighter with her around you.

After nearly the end of the hour, it was your turn with the obstacle race.

No one knew what had happened, they just saw you getting ready to race and then a loud wush!

In not even two seconds you finished it, and the obstacle race behind you was completely destroyed.

"Young [Last Name], this was incredible, but try to regulate your Quirk the next time please.", told you a shocked All Might.

Ah, yes you and the principal said your inhuman strength was a Quirk.

People wouldn't believe that what you did was all only muscle strength.

You bowed in apologising to All Might and promised to be more careful next time.

"Shit that was hot.", you heard a hot guy with spiked red hair whisper shout.

All the girls nodded in agreement.

Feeling playful send them all a wink, which earned you flustered giggles, even from the boy!

Mah, maybe it wouldn't be so bad in class 1A.

/*/

The school day was finally over and you wanted to go home!

Well, what you wanted was the people who blocked the door of your classroom, not their problem.

You pouted and had to listen to how Indigo Guy from Lunch, declared war on your class.

Okay, you should have listened more to what this Sports Festival was about.

The angry blond dude, Katsuki was his name, made the situation worse for your classmates, but he made a way free.

So you followed after him.

Finally!

Let's get out of here!

When you were home you realized something important.

Since you had slept so much, you didn't take notes for your homework.

What a drag!

/*/

So I didn't describe the hero outfit because you all can decide how you look, just that we all wear a cool leather jacket cause we are badass :D

Hope you liked this little chapter and next up the Sports Festival.

Oh boy, that will be a ride!

[fullscoreshenanigans]

what I would give for ranked voting

Made in response to this ask because tumblr doesn't allow polls in asks.

Your answer may depend on whether you are a Alice blue, platinum blond, or pure white-haired Norman truther.

[glitzandshadows]

hey there are like 12 of you that are active here so please i can't decide what color to dye my hair next you have an hour to vote because i leave for my appointment soon:

[lookatmetv]

Episode 1 : First impression

??? : to be honest , i don't think any of them are going to get the prize 

??? : Are you talking to yourself again?

??? : can we kick him out already  

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[ starting in 1...2...3 ]

[ Crystal choi and diego kang waving at the camera ]

Crystal: Hello everyone, and welcome to LookatmeTV, the reality program that we have been working on for a long time and is now here. It is a great honor for me and-

DG: Diego Kang 

Crystal: - to host this program and meet everyone on the set!

DG: As you are all aware, we have collected 10 candidates with us today to face the challenges we have set for them and to see if those challenges may spark enmity amongst them.

Crystal : Our ten candidates are now in different rooms where they must write their first impressions of any random contestant, and then we will mix the letters and everyone must guess if the letter they picked is about them or no .

[Cut to a yellow room, where Vin-jin is seated in the middle, gazing at the paper, the envelope, and the pen placed in front of him]

Vin-jin: Can I write about my first impressions of you two?

DG: We are not candidates, so no, but you are welcome to tell us if you like.

Vin-jin: you appear to be a [beep] phony [beep]. [beep] hole to me, and the same goes to her.

Crystal: We value your feedback! Please continue with the task now.

Vin-jin : none of the contestants are interesting except that blonde haired guy with glasses , he seems like one crazy [beep].

DG : stop cursing

Vin-jin : you better not be censoring the [beep] am saying 

Crystal : you heard him editors 

[ a big ‘ we don't care ‘ with red letters appeared on the screen ]

[ the camera cut to Euntae this time in a pink room writing aggressively in a paper ] 

DG : For a first impression, he has a lot to say...

Crystal : better than the previous contestant.

[Random clips of the other participants writing and thinking began to play until it was eventually time to mix the letters together and give them to the contestants]

Crystal : We are finally going to open these letters! everyone step up and choose one and read it out loud. 

DG : let's start wil eli jang 

[ eli picks up the yellow envelope from the box ]

Eli : You look like some rich creepy guy who is obsessed with taxidermy , I do hope you get voted out in the first round…

Eli : am not sure this letter is for me..

DG : who do you think it is for?

Eli : uh wouldn't it be rude-

DG : its okay no one would get offended

Crystal : are you trying to cause problems Diego?

DG : quite bold of you to assume that-

Goo : i want to read a letter next!

[ goo picks up a pink envelope from the box ]

Goo : woah thats so long

Goo : i love your blonde hair so much and you look like a prince- i don't need to read the rest this is obviously written for me.

Vin-jin : no way that letter is written for you ,you look like some hobo

Goo : excuse me

[ goo picked up the box and threw it at vin-jin ]

[vin-jin dodged and the box hit gun ]

Gun : oh for (beep) sake

[ gun started chasing after goo with the box ]

[All peacefulness has abruptly vanished]

DG : wow its been 20 minutes only

Crystal : Everyone calm down

DG : you really think thats gonna work

Crystal : DG just leave me alone

[ in the background daniel decided to pick a green envelope from the floor ]

Daniel : you are really handsome and cute ? i wonder who wrote that

Jay : ......

Daniel : oh thank you so much jay!

Crystal [ in the edge of losing her sanity ] : he didnt even talk-

[ crystal and DG got pushed by zack lee ]

Zack : move aside you are stepping on a letter

[ Zack picks up a black letter from the floor]

Zack : fight me ? who the [beep] said that

DG : stop.cursing

Crystal : anyway that's our episode for today!-

Zoe : the rest of us didn't read

Crytsal : i hope you enjoyed-

[ the letters box suddenly hit the screen and it suddenly went black ]

[ The show logo flashed on the screen and the credits started rolling]

[number-onekidqueen]

𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞

Sophie x Hort

Heartbroken fluff

Warnings: Mentions of underage alcohol consumption, breakdown, numbness, crying.

Clarissa Dovey impatiently drummed her fingernails on the edge of her desk, waiting.

Surrounding her the entire faculty of the School for Good and Evil mirrored her movements, fidgeting, scratching and tapping their feet, waiting to free themselves from her cramped office.

Well, almost the entire faculty.

Only one, certain blonde-haired professor, was absent.

"The child has time to plan Lunchtime Lectures, a self-centred musical, even plan to "makeover" the School for Evil's castle but she doesn't have time to make it to her own meeting. Pathetic, that's what it is." Professor Dovey muttered under her breath.

After fifteen more minutes, Dovey's calm facade cracked.

"Right. Well, seeming as Sophie - sorry Dean Sophie - cannot make it to her own meeting, I, as her fellow Dean declare this meeting adjourned." 

Mutters of relief echoed across her office as the professors exited the room.

Every professor but one went to their rooms with a will to sleep, tired from the days events and reassured that Sophie was perfectly fine. Most likely bathing in a tub of camel milk, in one of her designer, marble-floor bathrooms, slathering a cucumber mask over her face and sipping carrot soda, completely forgetting her commitments and succumbing to relaxation.

Only one professor went to their room, unnerved and slightly worried, his hands running through his hair.

Sophie, despite her nature to dismiss important facts, and put herself above everything, surprisingly never missed professors meetings, not even once.

But despite the odd situation, Hort reassured himself that one of her new face lavender mask sets probably arrived, and she forgot all else.

He began preparing for sleep, having a shower, brushing his teeth, and slipping on a comfortable shirt with a bright green frog on it, before freezing.

Something hit him.

The professors meeting had been about the results of the vote for whether the School for Evil should have an annual No Ball if they won the Trial by Tale.

Sophie would never have missed that! Something terrible must have happened.

Rushing out of his room, he hurriedly closed the door and began his ascent up the tower stairs to the bridge leading to the Schoolmaster's - or rather Sophie's - Tower.

What had happened to her? Had someone kidnapped her? Was she injured? Was she okay?

Adrenaline pumped through his body, making him go faster and faster. In seconds, he was at the edge of the bridge and sprinting across it to the door of the tower.

He pounded on it, yelling Sophie's name, his face crinkling with concern.

"Hort, go away." A weak voice said in reply.

Hort blanched.

That voice.... that voice couldn't be Sophie. Sophie's voice always was full of confidence and disdain when he talked to her. And that voice was pathetic.

It sounded like she had no hope for herself and that she'd just, given up. That couldn't be. Sophie just wasn't like that.

Hoping for the best, Hort turned the knob and witnessed a sight that made his heart stop.

It was Sophie.

But not the one that he knew.

Hair was plastered to her face, the rest of it flying in all directions. Black mascara dripping down her face and her lips were a smudged mess of pink.

She was simply lying there, gazing at the roof and sniffing softly, while hugging her silk-clad self tightly.

Beside her a bottle of expensive-looking Rosé lay empty, next to an open letter.

"Are you ok?" Hort asked gently, cursing himself he couldn't ask a question with a less obvious answer.

"Hort, what do you honestly think, judging by my appearance?" Sophie said dryly.

Hort bit his lip, and lowered himself to her level, sitting down beside her.

"Umm... What's wrong?" 

Sophie sighed, rolling over, and faced the wall.

"Do you know what day it is today, Hort?"

"A Wednesday."

"Apart from that, Hort. What's the date?"

Hort racked his memory, vaguely remembering a student reminding him of it today.

"It's November twelfth."

"Do you know what that means?"

For the second time that night, an obvious fact hit Hort. How could he have forgotten? It was Sophie's birthday and he hadn't got her a thing!

"Umm... well, yeah, it's your birthday. But, uh, what happened?"

Sophie sat up and turned to face him with a fierce expression on her face. 

"Well for starters, nobody remembered. Don't look at me with that innocent look Hort, even you forgot. That's probably what surprised me most," She began, stating the last bit softly and sadly.

Hort flushed with guilt.

"But to top things off even more, Agatha, Agatha, my best friend, my twin sister hasn't written me for six months, today.

"I understand and sympathise with her that she hasn't got any time for daily letters, let alone weekly ones. I've had enough hustle and bustle as a Dean myself, and as a Queen I wonder she's got any time at all. The first two months I got it; she'd just arrived at Camelot, the Royal Rot was tracking her down, Teddy and her had an awful lot to do about the castle and roles to uphold that they weren't used to. 

"The third and fourth months I was quite frustrated, but reassured myself with the sensationalised newspapers that they had a lot on their hands, lots of allegations to defend, the Wedding to plan, plus the continuous problem of Tedros not pulling Excalibur, etc, etc. 

 "But the fifth and sixth months I'd had it. I was tired of sympathising and being good and patient. My sister, best friend, twin, hadn't been talking to me for six months. Six months! I don't think I said anything wrong!

"And then today, on our birthday I came here early, feeling sad and worn out from the day, hoping, just hoping I'd see an envelope. An envelope from her. Was that too much to ask? But I never saw one. And we've always celebrated our birthday's together, even though they were separate dates. These last few years, we haven't had time for things like thoughtful presents and cards... but... but she always remembered. Always." Sophie broke into sobs, covering her mouth.

Hort awkwardly patted her shoulder and she lunged forward, burying her face in his shoulder. 

"Oh Hort, I never thought that I would lose her. But it's too late now isn't it? I've lost her. Hort, I've lost her!" Sophie wailed.

Hort didn't have a clue what to do.

Princes usually were supposed to reassure, and whisper "sweet nothings" into their distressed damsel's ears.

But the problem was, that he wasn't a prince. Sophie wasn't a damsel in distress either.

She was just a heartbroken, slightly tipsy witch.

And frankly, Hort had no idea what reassuring things he could say about Agatha, because he didn't know if she was going to come back to Sophie! Girls! They had much too complex minds and reasons for doing things he didn't quite grip. So he decided to think of the most reassuring thing he could say, which in theory was quite comforting, but not quite what Sophie wanted.

"Well, I'm here for you, and, I'll stay if you need me... or let me..." Hort said his confidence faltering by the last few words.

Sophie let out a chuckle, with a sprinkle of mirth. 

"You're always here, Hort, aren't you?" Sophie joked, half to herself.

Hort stiffened, hurt.

He pulled out of the embrace and stood up quickly.

"Sorry," He said "I'll go."

Sophie collected herself and grasped his arm, swaying slightly.

"I didn't mean it in that way!" She said hastily.

Hort turned.

"I meant that... well I meant that.... you're, you're always there for me, Hort and... I'm very grateful and well, Hort I pretend to dislike you and be all princessy and weird," She giggled then her face straightened "But really ... I... I really-"

"Yes?" Hort breathed, hope filling his eyes.

"I really-"

Squawk! Squawk!  Boobeshwar began making a racket.

Sophie's eyes lit up.

"Oh! Perfect, those must be my Van Zacharin clothes arriving! Come on Hort, help me carry the boxes to my room!"

Hort groaned, cursing his luck and geese.

As he picked up boxes he felt gloominess soaking through him, but then smiled to himself as he saw Sophie beaming in excitement at all the clothes he carried in his arms as he ascended the staircase.

One day, he thought.

One day they'd be happy.

[bad-fire-emblem-posts]

Create Your Legend Part 4

In the last round, mullet won the vote! If you want to change your name suggestions after this revelation, the form is here.

Here is our protagonist now!

Onto the next step!

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group E Round 3

[image ID: the first image is of No Significant Harassment, a shadowy figure standing behind a sleeping pink-red, fox-like creature. their green hands seem to be holding up the floating creature. the second image is of Sally Swing, a young woman with long blond hair, worn loose and in a pompadour style on top of her head. she wears a black beret, white short sleeve shirt, skirt, and gloves, and on top of the shirt is a black vest shirt with a yellow collar and belt. she also wears black and yellow saddle shoes. in her hand is a conductor's baton, and behind her is the silhouette of a swing band. she's standing in front of a 1930s microphone. end ID]

No Significant Harassment

They're just a silly little guy. A jokester. Significant harassment if you will. Anyway, a more in depth run down: They're a city sized supercomputer built by a Buddhist adjacent society to figure out how to transcend the 'Great Cycle' (semi-metaphorical cycle of death and rebirth) in a safer way than the previous method (submerging oneself in the 'void sea' which is a mysterious golden liquid that dissolves whatever it touches). Despite being built for this express purpose NSH never really shows a pressing interest in ascension, even cracking jokes about those who are still looking for a solution. Whether this is due to indifference, dislike of, or humor to cope with being unable to ascend is not clear and really up to interpretation. Example: NSH: I wish them super good luck in that endeavor. How is it going to happen? Have the overseers gnaw through bedrock until their entire can crashes down in the void sea? BSM: Please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea. Grey Wind, where did you hear this? CW: I really shouldn't say. He's going to attempt some sort of breeding program. Thought you might want to know. NSH: Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along! He's very flippant, but does care very intensely for those close to him. NSH: Moon? It's me again. NSH: I do not know if you are receiving these. Please signal in any way you can. NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay. NSH: … NSH: Its difficult for us to assist you over this distance. NSH: Even more difficult for us to do anything in the midst of these tantrums. NSH: Were going to try everything that we can. NSH: Just hold on a little longer. (Context for previous convo: They genetically engineered a super organism of a slugcat (the species you play as in Rain World) to help reset his coworker/sibling after her collapse and restart her systems. He was so desperate to fix her that he accidentally messed up the slugcat's (Hunter) genetic code and as a result it became riddle with the Rot (relatively similar to aggressive cancer) :( which parallels his other coworker/siblings condition who also has the rot. ) He canonically uses he/they pronouns too! Nonbinary swag! NSH has major internet troll vibes. He has sent a data pearl of "something distasteful" to his neighbors on several(?) occasions and causes chaos. If he had access to the wider internet he'd probably be an influencer So…yeah! Vote NSH this website likes the allure of heavy machinery and stuff like that so… there you go. Kind of a blorbo. End post.

Sally Swing

Her entire debut revolves around the entire concept that she could sing better than anyone else but for some reason in the Betty Boop comic, they decided that she should be so bad at singing that she causes bugs to explode [mod note: if you want to see Sally's debut, you can click here. it's a 6 minute cartoon, so not a big watch. also, a fun fact: Sally was intended to replace Betty, or at least take over the main cartoon spot, due to Betty's decline in popularity. it was the late 30s; flappers were out, swingers were in. unfortunately, the public didn't latch onto Sally like they did Betty, so she had that one appearance in the cartoons, and then faded into comic obscurity...]

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im going to bed now but help me make an impulse decision