#wonder what the story is with that bruise tho

[frnkiebby]

I'm uhm. uhm. UHMMMM. i love these photos and I feel weird for it but whatever 🥲

I MEAN i know where you’re coming from, dw lmao.

i do feel so fucking bad for Frank tho esp in that second one, bc having that severe of a reaction to mosquito bites is HORRIBLE (trust me i know bc it happens to me just like that and i fucking hate it)~🎃

[merakiui]

Ahhhh I’m loving the Skully wave, it’s so funny to see how fast you folded for him, not that I’m complaining tho (thankfully he’s nothing like Gojo) He just fits into so many thoughts that are basically either him matching your freak or out freaking you.

Incoming ramble but Ik we talked about prisoner Floyd but what about prisoner Skully? Unlike Floyd, Skully isn’t that intimidating but acc fairly easy to talk to, at least when you first meet him. Torn between Skully being a perceived as a petty criminal, even on paper, but is acc a master manipulator; his story goes that he was a lonely kid and unfortunately got mixed in with the wrong crowd, and was forced to go along with their schemes, and was ultimately arrested and found guilty by association but recurved a lighter punishment, but in reality he manipulated those fools and got a slap on the wrist compared to them. Orrrr going a more simpler route and having him just being regarded as a dangerous criminal from the get go. Maybe you’re a prison nurse and it’s become such a common site to see him brought onto the medical unit all bloody and bartered, yet still maintaining his strange but otherwise pleasant demeanour, so much so that you wonder what he did to end up in prison; you prefer not to read up on your patient’s crimes so that you may not develop any biases that may affect your work. But with Skully your conflicted with “trusting” what he says, and what everyone else, including your gut, is telling you that’s a bad idea.

There’s definitely horny thoughts somewhere here but I got too caught up in the idea and the specifics…as another anon has said work your magic

I folded so quickly for him it’s almost embarrassing, but I simply can’t resist his whimsical charms. He’s so silly goose cutie pie. <3 my most beloved!!! \(//∇//)\

Now as for prisoner Skully…….. >:) ooohhh,, I love the idea of Skully being underestimated solely because he’s so polite and outgoing when interacting with the other officers and prisoners. And he has such a kind face! There’s no way someone like him could ever commit a heinous crime, right? But his sentencing doesn’t lie, nor does the prison jumpsuit he wears.

Every time he comes to you, battered and bloody, he takes your hand in his bruised one and kisses the top of it, calling you all manner of wonderful endearments. He’s particularly fond of calling you “my lovely.” He’s definitely a…unique prisoner. He’s usually on such good behavior, too. It’s the other prisoners who rough him up on account of his being “too creepy.” Though Skully’s smile is sincere, you have to wonder how such a cordial man managed to unnerve so many prisoners. ^^;;; perhaps a dark side you’ve yet to see?

Horny thoughts…… something something Skully somehow manages to drug you on one of his many infirmary visits. Maybe you’re in a secluded room and he’s swiped the muscle relaxant intended for his injuries and used it on you so you’re weak and pliable for him. >:) AAAA but there’s also the idea of Skully intentionally harming himself just so he has a reason to visit you. Perhaps blaming his rough state on those prisoners. They just don’t understand him. :( they’re always hurting him. And you feel just a little bad. He reminds you of a kicked puppy when he’s like this, but that same seemingly weak, defenseless kicked puppy is drugging you and shutting the curtain to the infirmary bed so he can lay you down and have his way with you. :) that’s the best cure, after all.

And then, if he’s just a dangerous criminal from the beginning, perhaps serial killer Skully on death row and he’s really excited for his execution date. Or he was until he fell in love with you and now he doesn’t want death to separate the two of you. >_<

[aeristrawberi]

Burning Bridges and hearts

Summary : The line between hate and curiosity blurs as you find yourself tangled in Jaeyun's chaotic world. With bruises that tell a thousand stories and a sharp tongue that keeps you on edge, he's as infuriating as he is mysterious. But when an unexpected moment of vulnerability shatters your perception of him, you begin to wonder if there's more beneath his rough exterior. Could the boy you vowed to avoid be the one to rewrite your story?

Genre : Angst, there Will be smut themes!, fluff, smau chapters too! Let’s say the typical bad boy love story with a plot?

Pairing : Bad boy Sim Jaeyun! x fem!reader

Warnings : in the first few chapters he is a bad chaotic guy but will eventually turn into a cute handsome puppy hehe, mentions of past toxic relationship! Bruises! Bandage! Blood! Fights! If I forgot something don’t be scared to tell me!

Taglist will be open! Not for long tho!!

ADDI’S NOTE : thinking of making it in a 3 part series or more…anyways hope you’ll like it 😇

(LOOK GOOD AT THE END!!!!!!)

Part 2 | Part 3

The first time you heard Sim Jaeyun’s motorcycle roar to life, you were sure someone was trying to demolish the neighborhood.

You had been in your new house barely a month, still unboxing dishes and wrestling with furniture. It wasn’t the picturesque start you imagined when you signed the papers chipped paint and creaky doors aside. The biggest problem wasn’t your fixer-upper house, though. It was the nightmare next door.

Sim Jaeyun.

His name would feel like a curse on your tongue.

Every day was the same. His motorcycle’s growl echoed through the narrow street at ungodly hours, shaking the windows and your patience. You’d flinch, silently cursing him as you glared through the blinds. If that wasn’t bad enough, the screaming matches followed. Yelling, doors slamming, things breaking it was chaos, and it spilled into your peaceful mornings like spilled ink on a clean page. His girlfriend’s voice was the loudest, shrill and cutting, but Jaeyun wasn’t exactly silent either.

You didn’t even know what they argued about, but it made your skin crawl. The noise never failed to disrupt your day,whether you were working, cooking, or lying in bed at night staring at the ceiling. Then there were the bruises.

Sometimes you’d spot him in the driveway, leaning against his motorcycle with a cigarette in hand, a scowl plastered across his handsome face. Bandages on his knuckles. Scratches along his jaw. A faint purple bruise under his eye. You couldn’t tell if he was getting into fights or being dragged through one. He didn’t look like someone who cared about what people thought of him,unruly hair, dark hoodies, leather jackets, cigarettes..If you caught his gaze by accident, it would linger a second too long, enough to make you look away. You hated him. You hated her. You hated them. But most of all, you hated that you were curious.

It was a Thursday evening when the yelling reached a fever pitch. You had just settled on the couch, ready to enjoy a quiet dinner, when a scream from next door startled you so badly you almost dropped your fork.

“I’M DONE! I SWEAR, I’M DONE WITH YOU!” The girlfriend’s voice, sharp as nails, cut through the walls.

“BUT YOU’RE STILL HERE?!” Jaeyun roared back. A loud crash followed something breaking and then another slam of what sounded like a door. Your heart jumped to your throat. You stood up, torn between ignoring it and the gnawing instinct to check outside. Curiosity got the better of you. Pulling your cardigan tight around you, you peeked through the blinds.

Jaeyun stood in the driveway. The porch light cast shadows across his frame as he leaned over his motorcycle, breathing hard, fists clenched. Even from here, you could see his shoulders rising and falling with every breath. A fresh scrape marked his cheek, the crimson line stark against his skin. His girlfriend, nowhere in sight, had left the front door wide open.

You didn’t realize you were staring until he looked up.

For a beat, everything stopped. Jaeyun’s dark eyes locked onto yours, and your breath caught in your chest. The anger on his face didn’t fade, but his expression shifted like he had caught you intruding on something private. The corner of his lip curled, but it wasn’t a smile. You ducked back behind the blinds like an idiot, your face burning “Creep,” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head “Why do I care?”

You didn’t know. And you wouldn’t let yourself think about it too much. The next morning, you were greeted by the low rumble of Jaeyun’s motorcycle starting up again. It was almost a routine now, the sound a warning that peace and quiet would remain out of reach.

You grabbed your keys, deciding that some air and a coffee run would clear your head. But as you stepped outside, you froze. Jaeyun was there, sitting on the steps of his porch. A cigarette dangled between his fingers as he glanced up at you, his eyes shadowed. His knuckles were bruised again.

“Morning,” he said, his voice rough like gravel.You blinked at him, surprised he spoke first. “Uh… morning,” you muttered, gripping your keys a little tighter.

He didn’t move, just stared at you with a look you couldn’t quite place.“You always watch people through your window?” he asked suddenly, his lips quirking into something that resembled a smirk. Your cheeks flushed. “I wasn’t watching you,” you shot back. “Your yelling…woke me up”

“Oh? My bad,” he drawled, not sounding sorry at all. You scoffed, turning toward your car without another word. But as you opened the door, his voice stopped you. “You should mind your own business, new girl,” he said, his tone lighter now, teasing. “You might not like what you find.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, narrowing your eyes. “I don’t want to find anything about you or your girl.”

He grinned a real, lopsided grin that made your stomach twist, much to your dismay.“We’ll see about that,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. As you drove off, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Jaeyun was still watching you and that this was only the beginning of something you weren’t ready for. “Why does he have to be so damn annoying?” you thought, gripping the wheel tighter. But somewhere, buried deep in your chest, was the faintest thrum of anticipation and that terrified you most of all. The weekend rolled around faster than you expected, though it wasn’t any quieter. By now, you knew better than to expect peace when Jaeyun’s motorcycle was involved. The rumble had become as familiar as background noise, though that didn’t mean it was any less irritating.

On Saturday morning, you decided to take control of your day. You tied your hair back, pulled on some sneakers, and headed outside to tackle the front yard a mess of weeds, overgrown grass, and scattered leaves. It wasn’t glamorous, but at least it was productive.

Half an hour in, sweat dotted your forehead, and you were almost proud of the dent you made in the chaos. That pride shattered when the sound you dreaded most pierced through the morning air. The motorcycle.

You gritted your teeth, refusing to look up as Jaeyun rolled out of his driveway. The engine cut off, and for a moment, you felt relief…until you heard his voice. “You missed a spot.”

You froze, your fingers tightening around the rake in your hand. Slowly, you turned your head to find Jaeyun standing at the edge of his driveway, arms crossed and an infuriating smirk playing on his lips.

“Excuse me?” you snapped. He nodded toward the weeds near the edge of your lawn. “Right there. If you’re going to play house, you might as well do it right.” You stared at him, incredulous. “Do I look like I need your advice?” “Clearly, you need something,” he teased, shrugging. “Just trying to help.”

“You want to help?” you shot back, exasperated. “Turn down your damn motorcycle once in a while and keep your drama inside your house.”

His smile faltered, just for a second. You thought you saw something shift behind his eyes a flicker of something deeper, rawer, before his smirk returned.

“Noted,” he said, his voice quieter but still teasing. He glanced at your yard again. “Good luck with that mess.” And with that, he walked back to his bike, the metallic clink of his keys cutting through the air. The engine roared to life, and you watched, irritated, as he sped off down the street.

Later that evening, as you sat on your porch with a cup of tea, you couldn’t help but replay the interaction in your mind. There was something about Jaeyun…something infuriating, yes, but also intriguing. The way he smirked,The way his voice softened, just for a moment, before he covered it with sarcasm.

You shook your head, willing yourself to stop thinking about him.

But as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the street in a warm glow, you found your gaze drifting to the house next door and the boy who seemed to carry chaos wherever he went.

ADDI’S NOTE : HOW DID I DO IT YAALLLL? THIS TOOK ME LIKE 3 HOURS TO WRITE AND THINK ABOUT THE IDEAS LMAAAOOO I LOVE IT HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS THERES MORE TO COME SO DW! MAKE SURE TO REBLOG IT IF YOU LOVE (maybe also follow 🤭)

©aeristrawberi 2025. do not copy translate or upload any of my works without my permission.

[thatoneautisticshark]

Hii

Idk if you already wrote something to it but your poky!tf141 with subby Simon got me thinking.

Simon is obviously subby, Kyke is kind of a subby switch, Jonny a switch (at least in my hc). And John is a dom obv.

But what if John needs this kind of relief yk? Having an empty head and glassy vision. What will the boys do? And how will the boys do it?

oooh yessss! That's cuteeee. Okay soooo

It's not something price likes admitting, trying to ask someone else to take the reins doesn't come easy. So they ended up with almost a code phrase. Of brownie points.

It started because if someone dimmed price when he needed it, price would, subconsciously, treat them a little nicer. You know more little gifts, and more jobs they liked. So they of course the boys began joking that having him sub for you gave you brownie points.

Except then it turned into and actual phrase they used. If price, albeit rare as it was, felt the want to sub, he'd simply text the group asking if anyone wanted brownie points and usually have one if not two of them in his room within ten minutes.

Johnny was the usual Dom but Kyle helped a lot. Simon only dimmed him a very few times, but was incredibly sweet, even tho his domming usually didn't involve sex.

So there's the idea, lemme story it real quick.

John leaned back against the couch in his room with a groan. He just needed a relaxer, all this paper work was doing his head in, and he could feel the urge to dip into that sweet little headspace.

And so he pulled his phone out, shooting a text to the chat with his boys, simple and too the point.

"Brownie points?"

In a minute, all three men were in his room, Kyle and Johnny heading over to him, and Ghost curling up on the bed, evidently not interested in the sex at the moment but wanting to be around them... and probably help with aftercare.

John had learnt quickly that simon adored giving aftercare. And he was good at it too. Nothing brought John more calm and down from his high then curling up against those great big tits.

Kyles hand landed on his face, gently rubbing his cheeks. "You need a little break yeah? Just need your boys, and going all subby."

John nodded mutely as Johnny's hands found there way to his hair. "Fuck Bonnie, such a good boy aren't you?" He cooed, slipping Johns shirt off and chucking it aside.

He then took full advantage of the new expanse of skin, kissing and licking a few small bits, as the man beneath him softly moans, head lolling in Kyle's arms.

Kyle gave a soft chucking, scratching the others scalp with on hand as the other made it's way to undo the belt. "Aw such a pretty boy~"

John was already way out of it by the time kyle grabbed his dick, already in that nice floaty headspace, feeling warm and happy. Softly whining at the contact with his dick.

When Johnny picked him up, he squeaked slightly, already too deep to care about the noise, his legs automatically wrapping round the others waist as he was lifted.

He could see the silent communication between his sergeants, about what they would do, but couldn't be bothered to work it out, he trusted them.

He got placed on the couch, on this front, cheek resting on Kyle's dark plush thigh, the mans hands already making their way to thread in his hair. "You think you are up to taking dick love?"

Kyle knew he wasn't nearly as experienced as any of them at it, so simply gave the choice and would take whatever John was willing to give.

The captain nodded blearily, softly nosing at the length, tongue darting out at the tip, eliciting a wonderful hiss from above him.

He had truthfully forgotten that Johnny was there, at least until he felt a warm tongue slide in his arse. He couldn't help the whine that escaped him, burying his flushed face in the junction of Kyle's hip and thigh.

Johnny was eating arse like a starving man, hands gripping Johns hips so hard there'd be bruises, and John could barely focus on Kyle's dick, but continued licking at it, earning hushed praises that made his head swim.

A yelpy moan escapes him as the tongue actually presses in. Johnny immediately pauses, hands rubbing his captains back. "Okay?"

John nods "Yeah... i.. I'm okay.."

Kyle's hand found its way back into his hair, as John canted his hips against the couch. It wasn't long before he was coming undone with a punched out whine.

It was only when Kyle pulled him upright, fingers wiping his cheeks, with a worried expression he realises he was crying.

A warm large hand landed on his back, Simon.

He barely registered being picked up, and placed on the bed, between Simons thighs, as hand massaged his shoulders, but he relaxed into it none the less.

Sorry it took a minute, trying to work out how to make this go was struggle!

[sevikascaitvi]

« What am I here for? »

—— Caitvi, post s2 ep9.

The sun crippled into Caitlyn's bedroom lazily, the scent of rubbing alcohol invading Vi's nostrils as she stepped in.

Not that she hadn't spent the past ten hours pacing back and forth to check when Caitlyn was gonna wake up.

She knew that the doctor had mumbled some bullshit, like some sort of "she needs rest, I gave her sleeping pills", but Vi couldn't wait.

She wanted to talk to her, to mourn her sister and her dad with the one person she had left.

She wanted Caitlyn to hold her, and she wanted to hold her as well.

It was only when she could hear Caitlyn's voice attempting to let out some words, that she rushed to the side of the mattress.

"Caitlyn,"

She began, breathing heavily through her nose, almost to let out the stress that had bottled up until that moment. She saw the terror in her eye, the hands coming to touch what was blocking the view on her left one.

"Easy, easy, you can't touch that, cupcake."

Vi's voice slipped through the creases of silence broken only by Caitlyn's rugged breath, while the shorter girl grabbed her wrists and placed them back down.

"What happened?"

Caitlyn's voice stabbed at Vi's chest; nothing sounded like her. Like the woman she had fallen in love with.

She was scared, terrified.

A kind of terror Vi had swore she would've never let anyone she loved feel, not on her watch.

"Ambessa's dead, love."

Caitlyn's eyebrow rose; she knew Ambessa was dead, it was the nickname that stinged her.

"Love?"

She asked, Vi's cheeks catching fire almost, as she looked down, and Caitlyn couldn't help but chuckle, a silent note taken about picking her on that later.

"Sorry, anyway— Mel brought you here, you were hurt pretty bad, but she could keep Loris alive, no wonder how she did that with you as well."

"Maddie?"

That name hurt on Caitlyn's lips as much as it burned in Vi's chest. They had talked about it.

After their encounter in the bunker, Caitlyn had let the name of the person she'd seen slip out. Even tho Vi always took at least five minutes to remember the name associated with the face.

"what about her? she's fine"

Vi whispered, gritting her teeth and leaned back on her chair, scoffing, her arms crossing at her chest.

"She told her to shoot me,"

And that was enough for Vi to completely relax her eyebrows and eyelids.

"what—."

"She's with Ambessa, and— Violet!"

The thud of the chair - once it dropped for the way Vi had stood - made Caitlyn flinch, the cold air from the door flying open hitting her with the realization that probably she was gonna regret telling Vi that Maddie wasn't on their side before she was strong enough to hold her back.

"Violet!"

She called again, her act already reflecting on her senses, obliging her to lay back down and take deep, deep breaths.

Without Mel worrying about the people in Piltover, of course Maddie was outside the Kiramman's house with whoever apparently hadn't seen her betrayal on full display — more for Vi to get mad for.

Hands clenched in fists, it was like Maddie had seen that coming; the pink haired Zaunite was still covered in blood and bruises, had refused to leave Caitlyn's side, not trusting anyone next to her —and when Maddie saw her walking towards her, she only had enough strength to start walking backwards.

Funny how the slower she walked, the faster Violet seemed to be approaching her. As much as Maddie had adored her for her story, now fear was dripping down her forehead in liquid form — because Vi's eyes were empty, there wasn't anything except for rage, that was deductible more from the way she was breathing through her nostrils and the way her neck veins were swollen, than her actual expression.

Covered in dried blood, dirt and with her eyes redder than she'd ever admit, she made sure both her hands were ready enough for her to grab that obnoxious redhead, and give her what she deserved.

Revenge.

Now, it's not that Vi hadn't thought about being better, proving everyone that the place she came from meant nothing but oh well - she was gonna / fucking thank you / prove everyone wrong next time.

Maybe.

Probably as high on adrenaline as someone who just spent two hours on rollercoasters, or mouth-filled with the same anger she felt only once she'd realised her father was gone, it took her nothing to close the distance with- fuck, she had already forgotten her name again.

Ammy.

Teddy.

Kelly?

Nelly.

Merry?

Mary-

Abby. Yes, had to be Abby.

Closed the distance between them, Vi's fists clenched at the girl's uniform, lifting her from the ground not without a little groan for the effort and her muscles still sore.

"You tried to kill her!"

"Vi- I was following orders, I had to— I didn't have a choice-"

Maddie's voice came out shaky, a first fist flying in her direction - once her feet touched the ground again -, landing exactly on her cheek.

There weren't much people around the building, which was probably the best for Vi, not so much for Maddie; the timing and the coincidence of Maddie being here were presented to Vi like a cake on a silver plate. The mere thought of her being here to try to pay visit to Caitlyn coursed through her veins, gathering up rage until she could only see red.

The stumble she took had Violet taking advance of the girl's tripping, a kick to her shin as the redhead fell on her back, Vi's knee on her stomach.

Another punch landed on her nose, and Maddie really thought Vi would've stopped there.

But Violet? She was filled up with rage, remorse, grief, anger, her nerves so on edge she could've snapped any time and probably crawl back to Caitlyn's lap, crying.

The way she grabbed Maddie's cheeks with one hand and squeezed made her groan and cough up, her nose bleeding already.

It was quick, sudden, and after a second, Vi's face was inches away from Maddie's.

"I would've shot myself in the fucking mouth at any given command to even aim at the strands of hair out of her ponytail."

The comment made Maddie gasp in horror, her eyes swelling up with tears, her only resource now being the emotional pang of guilt.

"I did love her, I care about her, I was just-"

Before Maddie could finish the sentence, a pressure gripped at her throat, her eyes widening.

"Stop saying bullshit, stop fucking talking!"

The more Vi pressed on Maddie's throat, the more the girl's eyes widened, and it was useless her tapping on Vi's shoulder to loosen the grip.

Around them, a crowd of helpless spectators, because the Arcane Forbid anyone would mistakenly get into Vi's way.

"Violet!"

Caitlyn's voice echoed through the crowd; she had left her room. And damn, she looked like crap.

Now, Caitlyn hadn't exactly seen Vi beat up Maddie, but if she had to put two plus two with the way Vi had stormed out of the room, and her... aggressive way to handle feelings, it was an easy guess.

She took her time, slowly walking down the stairs, both of the women on the ground turning like deers in headlights.

"Would you let Maddie go, please?"

Caitlyn's voice was firm, but there was a hint of struggle in speaking, her hand covering the stitches on the hip stab Ambessa had given her just a couple days before.

Violet's grasp around Maddie's neck loosened.

"Maddie, that's your name, you useless piece of-"

"Violet!"

Grounded by the taller Piltovian, the shorter girl removed her hands and lifted them in surrender.

And that's when it hit her.

An attempt to escape, probably, but a kick arrived right at Violet's hip wound / ironic the symmetry in each other's wounds /, while she was turned to Caitlyn, making her bend on her stomach.

"Shit!"

She indeed finished her sentence, her hand coming to rest exactly on the wound.

Then, the shot.

Caitlyn's eye widened in terror; the tight embrace Maddie had pulled Vi in only needed to push the can of the gun up to the woman's waist.

And fire again.

The last thing Vi heard before fainting was Loris' voice, and a prayer for her to stay awake.

—

Opening her eyes again, the purple of Caitlyn's bed curtains helped her understanding where she was, a weight on her chest keeping her from sitting up.

She groaned, and from her chest the weight shifted, a soft hand sliding down from her shoulder to her sternum.

"You're awake"

The woman's voice making it through the room and filling that torturing silence. Vi's chest trembled, rising and falling in a slow pace.

"Loris got her before she could shoot again"

Caitlyn continued, her blue eye analyzing Violet's face features, waiting for her to say something.

"Did you actually need to go beat her up?"

"Yes,"

Violet's answer was weak, her eyes hadn't opened yet, but she could feel Caitlyn's judgement stare burn on her skin.

"I can feel you judging "

She whispered, a chuckle escaping the Kiramman's lips.

"I'm not happy with how you handled the thing. It wasn't necessary to beat her up, Violet."

"Oh don't 'Violet' me with that sweet mouth, cupcake."

She could feel Caitlyn's hand sliding up her cheek, caressing her jaw as she gently traced her skin with her thumb. The touch relaxed her, her hand coming to rest on her own stomach, the index flicking up to try to touch Caitlyn's arm.

They stayed silent for a while, basking in the sound of the other's breath, until finally Caitlyn spoke again.

"I don't want you to fight my battles. You could've gotten yourself killed."

Violet thought about her answer, about how true Caitlyn's words were; she opened her eyes enough to see her, blue hair falling on her shoulders, her closed eye scarred, the opened one swelling with tears.

"I only have you to fight for."

The girl whispered, and it was her turn to reach up and cup the taller's cheek.

"I only have us, left to hold onto."

Her words cut through scars Caitlyn didn't know she had, betraying her own silence with a sigh.

"I have to protect you, cupcake."

She whispered, the hand tugging slightly, her thumb tracing an imaginary vertical line from Caitlyn's nose tip to her chin. She had lost everything she ever gave value to in her own life. Her sister, her father, her friends, and part of her ability to feel anything except for rage.

"If I'm not here to love you, what am I here for?"

That line took Caitlyn by surprise, the weakness in Vi's half lidded eyes, stirring something inside of her.

"What did you just say?"

She asked softly, trying to understand if she had misheard.

Violet's bandaged hand stroked the back of her knuckles against her cheek, as she tried sit up, only succeeding into buckling her shoulders up.

Her eyes opened a little more, droplets of emotions streaming through her powder blue irises.

She remained silent, observing the sweet features in Caitlyn's face, the tenderness in the way she curved her eyebrows, and her eyes seemed as beautiful as always, even if one of them couldn't open anymore.

She traced with her index finger the bridge of her nose, slid it up to her eyebrow, and back to her cheekbone.

She'd spent hours analyzing the starry sky that Caitlyn was, but this was different. There was a different type of longing, a different type of worship in Vi's eyes.

Caitlyn stilled there, a little frown adorning her forehead as she felt the confusion rising for how sweetly Vi was handling her.

Not that Vi hadn't laid her hands softly on the Piltovian's untained skin before, but this? This was something she didn't think Vi could be capable of.

"I love you."

Easy like whispering her own name, Violet pronounced those words in the exact moment Caitlyn had opened her mouth to speak. The breath caught in her throat, she looked like she'd just been caught doing something bad.

"why are you looking at me like that?"

Violet dared to speak, only to find herself exhale under the weight of Caitlyn's lips.

She hadn't kissed her yet, not since both of them had had much more important things to do, such as surviving, and she was planning to, don't get her wrong.

Just not like this.

Not that she complained anyway.

She let Caitlyn lead her, the excitement of that kiss bringing her hand to firmly grip at the girl's hip, tugging at her top.

"You're unbelievable."

Caitlyn whispered as their lips parted, briefly, a chuckle escaping from Vi, that lifted her hand in surrender, her eyes widened as she suppressed her next words when Caitlyn kissed her again.

"You're lucky I love you too."

She breathed out, softly, her hand shifting to pat her cheek affectionately, just before leaning down in the position she was before Vi woke up.

"I can hear your heart beating."

She felt the pink haired Zaunite's hand through her hair, caressing her head gently, a chuckle making her chest wiggle, barely.

"Hmm, tell me when it stops."

[ Little post scriptum! I'm italian, first of all, so excuse me for any mistake. Second of all, I wrote it just for fun after seeing a tiktok and I hope you find it a little entertaining at least. :) No hate on anyone, spread love. <<3 ]

[satansamwriting]

I absolutely loved your raiden x male chaosrealmer reader and I was wondering if I could get something similar to that but with Shang tsung buts it’s Shang tsung trying to get the male readers attention all the time with fights and chaos?

MK1 Shang Tsung with a M!chaosrealmer

I'm really happy you enjoyed the Raiden story! I hope you enjoy this one as well!

I'm using a mixed version of Shang Tsung from the new game and Mk11. Mostly for the claws tho.

The timeline here follows loosely the story of Mk1.

Warning : Blood, description of gore, sexual innuendo.

Disclaimer: English ain't my native language. Mistakes might be found in this. I apologized for them, I'm trying my best.

Enjoy!

“Your soul is mine”

Laughter travelled around the flesh pit. Battered and bruised, (Y/n) kneeled on the bloodied floor amongst discarded limbs of previous victims. A draft of putrid smell filled his nostrils, making him nauseous.Neon green shackles restrained his wrist, the chains rooted in the rocky ground. Before him stood his captor, the sorcerer known as Shang Tsung.

“Escape is futile, you won’t make it out of here”

Grinning from ear to ear, the chaosrealmer tilted his head slightly. His eyes never-blinking bored into the sorcerer. He could practically smell the uneasiness coming from the other.

Cocky little sorcerer, he should never underestimate a chaosrealmer. Under the cautious eyes of Shang Tsung, (Y/n) raised from the ground. The skin near his shoulders stretched with the pull of the shackles. In a sickening crunch, both arms fell. It was as if the chaosrealmer had shed his own arms. Shang Tsung grimaced under such a crude and gory display. Kicking a severed head nearby toward the sorcerer, he sneered at the disgusted look on his face. From a fraction of second, the sorcerer’s hold on his magic faltered, thus giving the opportunity for (Y/n) to reattach his arms now freed from the shackles. Aware of his mistakes, Shang Tsung used his magic to counter block the incoming punch. From deep inside the flesh pit, a prisoner howled.

The chaosrealmer proved to be a difficult adversary for the sorcerer. Erratic and unpredictable, Shang Tsung struggled to block the incoming attacks from him. However, the sorcerer grew more and more fascinated with (Y/n) ability to dismember any of his limbs on command.

Shang Tsung inexperience in close kombat gave the chaosrealmer the upper hand. In a matter of time, the sorcerer found himself knocked on the ground, his vision wavering.

“As much as I’d love to stick around, you bore me sorcerer.” Waving mockingly at the fallen man, (Y/n) threw a torso his way for good measure before escaping the retching place.

******

Roaming around the street of Sun Do, (Y/n) enjoyed the chaotic lifestyle of the outworlders. Despite not being as much as in chaosrealm, he found comfort in it nonetheless. Talks of the tournament floated around everywhere he went. Some were impressed by the strength of the Earthrealmer champion while others were displeased that Outworld lost once again. A real shame (Y/n) had been stuck in that nasty prison during the event.

Bustling with colourful stands, he marched down the marchants road. As he was inspecting merchandise from an old man, (Y/n) straightened up, alert. He felt a burst of chaos somewhere near. Leaving a very confused old man behind, the chaosrealmer let his sense guide him toward what he expected was to be a fun time. Imagine his disappointment when, upon entering a small forest surrounding the town, his eyes fell on the sorcerer. Unable to contain the groan from escaping his lips, his eyes met Shang Tsung’s.

“ Of course, of all the people in Outworld, it had to be you.”

Laying beside the sorcerer's feet were two lifeless bodies. More bones than skin, the bodies were unrecognisable. Shang Tsung wasn’t lying when he said he’d take someone's souls, (Y/n) came to realise.

Green shackles appeared around his wrist, yanking him forward. The sorcerer seemed pleased with himself, for a reason unknown to (Y/n). Perhaps Shang loved seeing him on his knees.

“Had I known how easy you’d be to capture, I would have done this a long time ago.”

Rolling his eyes at the smug face the sorcerer, (Y/n) took hold of the chains connected to the shackles. Perhaps this time, the kombat would be more interesting than the last one.

Pulling himself up with the help of the chains, (Y/n) brought his head against the sorcerer’s. Joy spread inside him as heard a cracking noise on impact.

“You make chaos boring Shang.” Watching as the green shackles evaporated in a puff of smoke, (Y/n) was tempted to leave, boredom already seeping through his bones.

A stream of curses left Shang Tsung's mouth as blood flowed down his broken nose. Rolling on the muddy ground to evade a burst of green magic, (Y/n) ripped his left arms apart. Using the limb as a weapon, the chaosrealmer smacked the sorcerer across the chest.

"Blood looks good on you wūshī~" (Y/n) taunted. He was delighted to see his words having an effect on the other man. Weeks had gone by since their last kombat and frankly he could see some improvement from the sorcerer. Using his magic in unpredictable ways, faster reflexes when it came to blocking. Truly, Shang Tsung was full of surprises.

But alas, (Y/n) had better chaos to find somewhere else. Tackling the unsuspecting man, the chaosrealmer used the muddy ground in his favour.

He'd hate to admit, hours later once he was back in his mediocre living space, that he'd enjoy the kombat. Maybe the sorcerer wasn't that boring after all.

*******

Days passed without a single shred of chaos. Bored out of his mind, (Y/n) had decided to take a stroll around the living forest. There, he met with a peculiar group formed with earthrealmer, a demon from the Netherrealm, a tarkatan and a saurian.

Deciding they would do for now, (Y/n) joined their ragtag group under the weary black eyes of the demon. It proved to be a wonderful decision as the group kept finding themselves in chaotic situations.

During his time with them, he got to learn more about Ashrah and her quest to cleanse her soul, about Baraka and Syzoth tragic lost of their families and of the Earthrealmer ,(which names (Y/n) had already forgotten), being on a quest for Lord Liu Kang.

After an eventful night spent running along the streets of Sun Do, (Y/n) got to meet the god. The group, minus Baraka, had made their grand escape through a portal toward Earthrealm.

Shelter was politely offered for those who didn’t come from Earthrealm. The saurian and the demon accepted the offer but (Y/n) remained silent. His mind elsewhere.

“Something is troubling you?”

Noticing the unresponsive chaosrealmer, Liu Kang turned his attention to him.

“I am drawn to Chaos, big or small-" Arms crossed over his chest, (Y/n) glanced at the god. "-I can feel a high concentration of it somewhere within this realm.”

To his surprise, the god offered his help. Days later, after many nights of searching where the source of chaos was coming from, (Y/n) found himself inside a giant icy fortress.

Shivering from the cold, he marched further inside, his eyes inspecting the strange contraptions on each side as he did.

Riches like he had never seen before occupied the first room past the threshold.Barely able to fray himself a path through the cluster of gold coins and valuable objects, he dared to take one single coin as a souvenir.

His marvelling was cut short, however, when a voice came through in the distance.Ducking behind a pillar out of sight, he waited.Shortly after, a man dressed in yellow skedaddle passed him.

The man was pursued by others, who seemed unaware of the chaosrealmer presence. Except one. Back facing (Y/n), the warrior eyes scanned the room. Angered burned inside the chaosrealmer upon seeing who was blocking his escape route. Moving away from his cover, (Y/n) faced his enemy.

“Orderrealmer.” He spat venemously.

“Chaosrealmer.” Responded the other with as much disgust and haine as (Y/n).

Clattering noise filled the room. Objects scattered violently in a small explosion as the two kombatant threw one or the other across, unbothered by the valuables. A storm raged outside as if reflecting the conflict happening within the walls of the fortress. Neither cared, nor paid any thoughts on what was transpiring outside, far to absorbed into their own kombat.

“I love your new aesthetic, very chaotic “ (Y/n) taunted while waving his hand in front of his jaw in reference to the disfigured man.

Artefacts of a long deceased clan shattered underneath the weight of the chaosrealmer. Hidden amongst the rubble was a golden dagger. Red mixed with gold, staining the once immaculate riches. Moving only helped the blade sink deeper.

Havik stalked toward his downed enemy.Scarred tissues raised into a twisted smile.Havik straddled (Y/n), kicking an incrusted vase that was in the way. Wrapping his hands around (Y/n) throat, he squeezed.

Pain flared up his side, ripping out a horrible scream from his mouth. Flashes of gold moved before his eyes followed by a streak of blood. (Y/n) entangled his legs around Havik, flipping them over, grazing the tip of the blade over Havik’s chest.

Heavy breathing filled their ears as both fought for the dagger. Inches by inches, the blade sunk into Havik’s flesh, blood oozing as it descended. (Y/n) enjoyed the visceral scream of the other.

Further inside the fortress, sparks of neon green illuminated the stony walls. (Y/n)’s mind registered the attack once his back collided with the nearby wall. Grieving the loss of his new weapon, he rose on shaky feet.

"Do you believe me now?" Came the suave voice of a man (Y/n) was painfully familiar with.

Dustin himself off, the chaosrealmer sluggishly turned toward the sorcerer. Another man stood beside him. Someone (Y/n) vaguely remembered. Wasn’t he the man the earthrealmers had captured?

"I'm getting tired of you ruining my fun ruòzhě."

His previous fight had drained most of his energy which didn’t go unnoticed by the sorcerers.

Outside, the storm had settled. Whatever had happened beyond this chamber had ended.

Wordlessly, the other sorcerer approached the wounded orderrealmer, leaving Shang Tsung to do as he pleased.

This time, the kombat didn’t last long. Wounded and exhausted, (Y/n) caved under the magic of the sorcerer. Cold seeped through his clothes as Shao Tsung maintained him pinned against the frozen wall. Clawed fingers dunged around his throat, drawing little trinkets of blood from the marks.

“ I told you, escaping is futile.”

Unable to do anything, (Y/n) opted to roll his eyes instead. To be fair, he was quite enjoying the predicament he found himself in. It was thrilling if not arousing. Finally, the sorcerer had beaten him in kombat. Of course, the weakened state of the chaosrealmer had played an important part in the fight. He had missed the smug face of Shang.

“Yeah yeah my soul belongs to you or something like that..” He mocked, feeling the clawed fingers tighten their hold on his throat yet never applying enough pressure to strangle him.

"You're making chaos on purpose, aren’t you?"

The question hung in the air for a while, the sorcerer content in observing the defenceless chaosrealmer.

“What makes you think such a thing?” Chaos almighty, this man was still as pretentious as he used to be.

Hissing noise left (Y/n)’s mouth once his knees hit the ground.Seriously, Shang Tsung must have a thing for people kneeling in front of him. Regaining his mobility temporarily, the man brushed the tip of his fingers over the marks Shang had left on his throat.

“ You wouldn’t have said ‘do you believe me’ to your friend over there if you weren’t trying to lure me here.”

Humming contently, Shang Tsung slid his fingers underneath (Y/n)’s chin forcing the other man head upward. Both had forgotten the others within the room, their attention sullenly on each other.

“Perhaps you are right…after all you said so yourself-“ Leaning his face closer to (Y/n), Shang smirked. “Your soul is mine.”

[thesirenwithnovoice]

Thoughts about how different mediums of a same story may give you different views (and rambling about the Tower of Heaven)//TW: violence

Lately I've been wondering about how manga readers might have very different visions than anime watchers of a same story, because althought the plot remains the same, some little details can change our whole perception of a story.

This reminded me of the first time I read Fairy Tail and how terrified I was at how cruel and dark the Tower of Heaven's arc is.

Jellal's face (that by that time, were only an 11-years-old kid) drippling blood while being tortured shocked me so much as a kid and I still find it one of the most disturbing scenes in the manga, lol.

In the anime, the content itself is the same. We know the kids are slaves that go throught different kinds of abuse, however, I find the manga way gloomier and more graphic. And althought part of it might be just a personal opinion, it's not entirely without basis: Mashima uses different techniques in his art to represent facts whitin the story than the animators, and it leads to a topic I really love: semiotics - how we interpret images, and how detais can be used to convey a certain felling throught art.

Colors and composition helps A LOT creating an atmosphere and causing a feeling on the reader. Proportionally speaking, a manga doesn't have colors, but it has it's own alternatives - the Tower of Heaven arc, in comparison to the rest of the manga, uses a lot more black and hatching.

One can argue some scenes are still "visually darker" in the anime, since it has the advantage of being able to play with shadows and colors in a broader aspect; however, since Fairy Tail is not an anime that changes it's saturation or colour pallete, the loud colors in most scenes end up not helping building the same dreadful atmosphere.

(It doesn't mean you can't make a scary story using bright and colorful tones, tho. A great example is the movie Midsommar. But it's not an easy task!)

Erza's childhood memories in the manga also carry a "dirtier" feeling; the kids are always covered by bruises, and the background is rougher. Also, the anime chooses to represent slavery in a more fanciful way: the kids wear stylized handcuffs and are assaulted with magic attacks, what inevitably softens the scenes by distancing them from real life slavery.

In a story, an act of violence will always be more shocking if your brain is able to automatically make a connection with real life. Seeing blood conveys a feeling of disconfort easier than a character being hit by a wave of magic, even if the author tells you "this is painful"; that's why some people say they started to find difficult to watch horror movies involving kids after becoming parents, because after experenciating something in real life, they connect with fiction harder.

The above scene causes me very different feelings in each media. In the manga, the despair in Jellal's face when seeing they removed Erza's eye is much clearer, and his skinny body, his eyes filling up with tears (he doesn't cry in the anime) shows not only a feeling of worry, but of utter dread and helplessness. All that helps endorsing the fact that, doesn't matter how brave he is, they are still just fragile kids, unable to protect themselves from the cruelty of the world around them.

I want to make it clear, though, that this is not in any way meant to be a critique to the animation team, or an affirmation that one type of media is better than another. We all have our personal preferences, but each media has it's target audience and objective. Fairy Tail's animators certainly do know how to convey the same feelings on the public, they just choose not to, for a variety of reasons. Probably because the anime is aimed for a broader and younger audience, many scenes have been softened or censored somehow. Also, animation consumes more labour than a manga page, so unless you have a lot of time and investment, the art tend to be simpler.

So do you think it affects the plot, Siren?

In my opinion, yes, even if just in a subtle way. In the manga, I think this raw brutality helps Jellal's character to gain a more interesting complexity. To me, he feels less like a hero and more like what he actually is: just a really kind and brave kid trying his best to protect his friends.

Another major change they made in the anime was removing the ambiguity (something that happened more than once in Fairy Tail's adaptation, such as in the famous kiss scene), leaving clear since the beginning that Jellal was a victim of a mind controlling spell; while in the manga, until Urtear's confirmation at the end of the arc, we do not know for sure if he have been brainwashed or just convinced to adore Zeref.

And as much as I can see why some fans might hate it because it leaves room for people to see Jellal as a bad man, I (as someone who is not afraid of loving evil characters, heh), find it interesting and somehow enriching to the plot, because it gives the whole arc a reflection: is extreme suffering, specially at such an young age, capable of changing someone so much?

We are left questioning what did "Zeref" say, or do, that made him change so much. And having so many real life examples where despair has made people easy victims of manipulation throught faith or falling into extremist ideologies, after we seeing Jellal's pain and fragility in a tangible way, it's not that hard at all to understand how he went insane and managed to drag all the other slaves along with him.

Also, I think it makes it easier to understand Erza's empathy towards him. Jellal and Erza are characters connected not only by the affection they nourish for one another, but also for sharing the same pain. She is the only person that fully understands the horrors he lived in the tower, since they were the only kids that have been in the torture chamber. And althought she never tries to justify Jellal's actions, Erza does not only show him compreension, but she feels guilty for not being able to retribute his protection and prevented him from losing his mind.

That doesn't mean, tho, that there weren't many other clues he was not acting on free will: be it his grotesque change of personality, his hysterical laughter out of nowhere or his motivations that doesn't hold (because they were never his to begin with). To me, all that at first glance makes him closer to Batman's Joker, someone that grew insane after so much suffering, than a villain that's genuinely just plain selfish and thirsty for power. And that only makes me find him a creepier villain, since personally, I find sadism and insanity way scarier than ghosts.

So this is just a looong collection of thoughts about how small choices can change a lot the "feeling" we get from a scene or a character. I hope someone can find it interesting too. There are many other examples of adaptations where it happened, and if you remember one you'd like to share, I would love to hear!

Last but not less important, all the love for Mashima's art, the Tower of Heaven arc (that is a personal favorite) and Jellal, a character I deeply love and one that holds for sure the strongest spirit in the manga for being able to become such a kind and mature man despite everything he has been thought. ♡

[thesiltverses]

Hi Trawler crew!! I ofc had a question but want to start with saying that youre making such an amazing work!! Listened to silt verses right after finishing I am in Eskew and loved it immediatly and think your style really fits the work well. Really loving how the story develops and everyone is doing amazing from the sound to writing! As well as its a very good horror

Also was really entertaining considering i myself did find a river god and still am trying to find its ways to them(no humans sacrifices tho dw they dont like those) and appreciate their presence. Faulkner my boy.

But what i really came here for. English is not my first language and im truly learning it for four years tops(my lack of punctuation is like that in all languages i hardly get it) and i always enjoyed translating texts especually for friends who dont know english well. And i wondered if you could recommend some books/poems/whatevertexts that i could look into!! Besides i do trust your taste and would personally love to read them as well! Either way thanks for reading and hope everything goes well for everyone in the crew! Ur doing great

<3

Hi and thank you so much for listening! Work in English that you could translate - gosh, I don't know. I've been recommending Heaney a lot here recently and I'm happy to go back to that well for this, because the language is often simple and soft and yet every word falls heavy and careful with meaning and portent and so there'll be a lot to consider in how you choose to translate it.

If you want a real challenge, try one of my favourites, Riddley Walker, which is written in devolved post-apocalyptic English and so has endless puns and inversions of language that you'd have to grapple with.

The Grauballe Man

As if he had been poured

in tar, he lies

on a pillow of turf

and seems to weep

the black river of himself.

The grain of his wrists

is like bog oak,

the ball of his heel

like a basalt egg.

His instep has shrunk

cold as a swan's foot

or a wet swamp root.

His hips are the ridge

and purse of a mussel,

his spine an eel arrested

under a glisten of mud.

The head lifts,

the chin is a visor

raised above the vent

of his slashed throat

that has tanned and toughened.

The cured wound

opens inwards to a dark

elderberry place.

Who will say 'corpse'

to his vivid cast?

Who will say 'body'

to his opaque repose?

And his rusted hair,

a mat unlikely

as a foetus's.

I first saw his twisted face

in a photograph,

a head and shoulder

out of the peat,

bruised like a forceps baby,

but now he lies

perfected in my memory,

down to the red horn

of his nails,

hung in the scales

with beauty and atrocity:

with the Dying Gaul

too strictly compassed

on his shield,

with the actual weight

of each hooded victim,

slashed and dumped.

[dusknoir-whump]

Obey Me Whump Concepts

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Do you want some prompts for writing dark and fucked up stories surrounding the Obey Me universe, wether it be with the brothers, Solomon and the angels, Barbatos and Diavolo, or MCs? Well here's the list of prompts for you to use! Make them short stories or long. Regardless they will be heartbreaking. No angst with Luke tho just due to my personal comfort.

Content Warnings....

Disordered eating (pica), physical assault, mania, emotional turmoil, hypersexuality, murder, damnation, religious themes, guilt, death, grief, agoraphobia, nightmares/night terrors

Minors do not interact with this blog or post

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Asmodeus is the avatar of lust, of course he would be lustful, it was who he was. Then he is confronted by a very worried MC about his hypersexuality, and his self perception shattered. Wasn't he supposed to like these things? He was the avatar of lust after all, there was nothing wrong with him. He didn't have a problem, there was nothing wrong with the only thing ever making him feel like he mattered was sex. Right?

Mammon ends up in hot water with the witches he's contracted to and ends up being used to take aspects of demons in a deeply sadistic manner. When he comes back home he's a bloodied sobbing mess.

Beelzebub's eating habits are beginning to get genuinely concerning and his brothers are worried for his health and safety. It wasn't that bad initially, just small bits of inedible materials, but now it's developed into full blown pica. He can't stop himself from eating things he shouldn't, he needs it even when it hurts him and he can't understand what's wrong.

Lucifer can do no wrong, he is perfect in every way he knows it. He knows it so well that he absolutely blows up and hurts everyone around him who he cares deeply for in a way that can't be easily fixed or forgiven. When he comes out of his manic episode he realizes what he has done in the midst of his delusions, all he can do is hope to not lose everyone he loves.

After the incident with MC, Belphegor starts to have horrific night terrors. Night after night he screams and cries out on his sleep, only later awakening in a cold sweat terrified and confused. His wonderful sleep, the only thing he truly loves in life is ruined, and it seems to be by his own hand.

Satan has always had an issue with picking fights in order to satiate his wrath. One of these days his was bound to start a fight he couldn't win. He staggered home bruised and bloodied, his pride and spirit crushed as he dragged his broken body inside of The House Of Lamentation.

Leviathan has had a long history of being someone who's anxious and a homebody, so it's no surprise when he skips dinner one night and eats alone in his room instead. But something is clearly wrong when the next day goes by without him leaving his room, then the next, and the next, and the next. He doesn't leave his room for anything at all. MC goes to check on him, and he's too scared to leave his room. His agoraphobia has grown to a horrific degree.

Simeon has been doing everything right, directly by the book. He followed what he was told to by the archangel Michael, so why were his wings torn off and born anew in ashen colors? What did he do to deserve the condemnation he now faces?

Solomon has tried everything in his power to convince MC to allow him to use magic to lengthen their life span. Years go by, decades, and then nearing a century and he's falling on his knees in front of another grave, wondering to whatever gods he long sense abandoned why he can't join those he had lost over the past centuries.

Barbatos has looked through so many timelines over the course of his life all in the name of protecting Diavolo. What he never let slip was how many times he had seen his dear friend's lifeless body from timelines he failed him, how often he found the slightest of errors sending his mind racing to the horrors he had bore witness to. He knew what Diavolo would look like dead, and he needed to make sure no one else did.

Diavolo can't feel anything but deep seeded guilt. Barbatos can't do anything, another version of him already did, this timeline will never have another MC. Belphegor killed MC, a human exchange student on Diavolo's watch, a human he was meant to protect. He now has to sentence a man who he knows well, and destroy the program he worked so hard to create. His own ideas and dreams of peace have left blood on his hands.

[deztryx]

I mean since you're taking asks... :)

How is Penny doing in your AU and how does she feel knowing her two trio members were brutally killed? :D

SHES DOING FANGTASTIC!!!!(lie)

After Penny found out her crew mates have died IN FRONT of her, she went rogue for a bit and kill and stole from anyone she saw, she was angry at the whole world but she was angry at herself, she couldn't save her crewmates let alone her family, months of savaging and killing and going wild, she started to go numb and didn't care about anything or anyone, she thought everyone she knew/loved was dead, even with all the treasure and caps she has collected and stole from, she felt so empty.

As she's wandering around the wastelands she hears a familiar voice/cursing from a distance, Jacky who looked she had just left her vault/shelter all bruised up and looks like she's arguing with a... mutant? Hard to tell since it kept moving around too much, and it seemed to be holding some sort of dynamite, she immediately knew jt was dynamike. Penny swoops in to help Jacky and shoots but misses on purpose at the old geezer to scare him, she intented to kill him but that will only make things worse between her and Jacky (she knew how much that stupid geezer meant to her even tho they have never talked, she also saw her with him and that Carl robot, she wonders what happened to them both)

Dynamikr runs off leaving behind a trail of dynamite

"What an idiot" Penny said, she asks Jacky if she was alright, but knowing her she'll be okay, Penny asks how did she manage to survive the wastelands in a week (usually vaulties don't last 5 days she thought lol) Jacky explains her whole story (ill explain it when someone in the ask box brings Jacky up) Penny didn't seem to care when she said she was looking for a place to settle down, she wasn't really the kind of person to let people travel with her, especially what happened to her crew mates still effected her, but for some reason she let her come travel along until they found some sanctuary, time skip she ends up finding pam but they departure mid way after Penny heard the news about her dead best friend aka Jessie (oooo Pam and Penny fight, Jacky stops it tho)

Penny couldn't help but cry after pam left, Jacky walks over and tries to comfort her amd basically becomes like a older sister to Penny (ik it's a weird pairing but this is an au, there's gonna be a bunch of weird pairings/dynamics in this au)

Theres more but it's a surprise so hopefully all this was good enough 😭

[i-am-xp-64]

Another of that I made base of people I met in irl

This crusty dusty divot MOTHERFUCKING DEMON LIKE F@G-

I won't even gonna made a name I will tell what she did to me in irl for no damn reason after the story-

Name:kanya/karma (her nickname was karma)

Age: idk (can be 16-15 by now, she were like 14 when I met her)

Gender: a total bitch (ehem female-)

Ok now the story, and keep reading after the story because I'm not afraid to expose what she did that destroyed me for years-

Warning: mention of suicide

Story:

A bitch, by the name calling you probably guess how she were, she used to be lim's best friend at the time when he were adopted by dragon (his missing step dad) and behind lim's death happened, they were met on the playground, she were crying and he were so kind to help, kanya were had a horrible household, her parents were not believing her and her brother were abusive, there was the point where she wanted to commit suicide but luckily lim saved her from it, he always met her there and help her, telling her one day everything will be ok and always gave her spare food and heals her bruises till one day her life became better, her brother left the house and her parents got divorced and now she's living in a good family, lim were happy to help her and keep on helping her, bit something start to felt off, kanya start becoming so odd, she start getting too personal and jealous when lim mentions someone else as a friend, start to ignore and being narcissistic to lim's vents and always blaming herself for everything to get his attention, lim being too young and not so educated enough though maybe it was because of her past until one day lim got into an accident and had to stay in the hospital for weeks, he were almost died on that accident but there were no words from anyone about it, after lim got out from the hospital and met up with kanya, she tolded him that he missed her birthday and that made lim sad, he apologize and explain the situation he was as on, and that mf start arguing with lim, calling him a pick-me, an egoist, a liar, she literally yelled at him and call him names for being in the hospital during her birthday, that broke lim a lot, they were friends for way way long, he saved her life, helped her and this is the thank he gets? No way..after that day they never seen each other again, lim become so indoors and depressed about what happened, keep on blaming himself for helping her and saving her life, and the worst part is he never able to forget about that memory, keep on saying "I wish I let you committed.." Everytime he remembers her words, tbh he's right tho, what an asshole, and you know a worst part, that girl is now knowing where lim currently is and doesn't seem to have any regrets from the past.

That's all

now you might be wondering "but hey, boy, what did that girl did to you in the past that you hate her that much?" Well here's what he did:

WARNING: mention of suicide and life baiting

Almostly same with the story, she we're nicknamed karma, we met and I helped her the most, she were my best friend, save her from suicide multiple times, yet me being an idiot and a human pleaser stuck with her narcissistic ass for 3 years, and one day at the covid times I got my second flu shot and it side effected, I were burning and so dizzy that my parents take me to the hospital even the doctors told me that if I were not make it there, I might die, anyway when I get back home that asshole texted me saying that I forgot her birthday and I apologize for it and explain what happened, like I thought she would care ugh..she called me names and stuff I still cannot forgot, literally make me wanna commit suicide for stopping her from committing suicide, she ruined my life that I didn't get myself together and still are, she were my everything, I saved her life and this is the thanks I get? I wish she were committed, don't even come to me saying "but boy, life baiting is horrible!" I KNOW BUT DUDE! she really were a waste of life...you know how much I wanted to commit after what she did? I also don't like life baiting but this feeling won't leaving me alone!

Important note: don't life bait people, I also don't wanted to but I'm just so angry at her..

Anyway see you on another post,sorry for what you had to hear-

[married-in-midwest]

Unavailable Part 3 (the real one)

So the "Unavailable" story really can't end the way I initially ended it. She's just too good of a girl to lose her gift. So here we go.

As she started to drive, her husband answered the text and had just wanted her to pick up takeout. She called him back and they talked for a bit. "Sorry for calling so many times. I figured your phone was muted so I wanted to catch you before you left."

She thought about that phone vibrating. Being held against her. She giggled just a bit and knew she couldn't think about "Him" and have an intelligent conversation.

"Oh the calls were just fine. My client didn't mind at all. I'll be home in a bit. "

When she picked up the order, they said 10 minutes. She felt like someone would be able to tell. Everyone was normal. As she stood there thinking about him, she jumped when the food was ready. Her mind was back in that room. Had she really zoned out to that extent?

Back in the car, she sent him a message. She was just going to go back tonight. Open the box. Wear whatever he wants her to wear. Whatever it is can't be much. And right now that's exactly what she wanted. To be naked for him.

He answered. "No you aren't. A promise is a promise. Words have consequences.

Also let me know when you're home safe. I slipped a bottle of arnica cream in your purse. It will help with the bruises.

But leave a small area on your ass untreated. I want you to remember what a good girl you were this evening, every time you sit down.

Next time I'll apply it for you. 😘 "

A promise? Shit. She had made him promise that he wouldn't try to fuck her. Why had she done that? Would she have agreed to meet him without the promise? Probably not. Internally she had needed that plausible deniability. Even tho when she arrived at his room, she knew without a doubt he would try, and she would probably let him.

"I changed my mind. "

"Promises don't work that way babygirl. Go home enjoy your evening. By the way, if I can't have you tonight, neither can he."

"That's not fair. This isn't fair. I'm going to cry.'

"How cute. I expect a picture if you do."

She was going crazy but what could she do other than go home. She took a moment to put her gift in the spare tire compartment. Wondering again if she could get away with opening it. No. She would stay a good girl.

After she got home, a bit nervous and feeling like somehow he knew. The dogs knew. Her friends would know.

Was she blushing? She wasn't sure.

She quickly opened the app and let him know she was home.

"Thank you for letting me know. Go be a good girl."

"Yes Daddy"

She walked inside, flustered but trying to act natural.

Her husband kissed her on the cheek. Pulled a stool out for her. She declined.

"I've been sitting all day. I'd rather stand."

Truth was that her ass was still stinging.

"How was the meeting?"

"Fine"

"Get everything you wanted?"

"Everything I asked for yes."

"You should have asked for more."

She ached at that thought. Quietly she said, "Yes I should have."

At that moment she had bent over slightly... revealing her bra a bit.

"Oh your wearing that set I bought you. Can't wait to take it off of you. I love those panties."

She had a bit of panic at she stood there, knowing she hadn't even protested as they were taken off of her. The pretty set was a Valentines gift. And how will she explain she lost her panties? Things get lost in the laundry right???

She would have let her husband do anything to her at that moment. But she wasn't allowed to tonight. The thought that HE was now telling her when she could let her husband have her. She was soaked. But said, "Let's try in the morning. I'm not feeling great tonight."

She locked herself in the bathroom and applied the arnica on her sore bottom...except that one spot. She thought about messaging him and asking for permission to fuck herself. She needed to hear him again. But she didn't dare ask. If he said no she'd die.

As she came, wishing she could feel him thrusting inside her, or at least close her eyes and pretend as her hubby filled in. She cried.

She opened her phone, then Tumblr, this ridiculous app that he knew was just a place she looked at flowers and other pretty things.

She sent him a teary, exhausted but not quite satisfied selfie.

"Aww there's my good girl. I hope you fucked yourself silly. Feel free let him fuck you in the morning. "

She could have asked. But she was still a good girl.

Somehow that made everything better.

She took a shower and pulled sweats on and slept like a baby that night.

[landslided]

Idea: Lawrusso butch4butch cowboy lesbians

the noise i just let out should be studied by scientists. yes ❤️ absolutely

im historically not an expert on cowboys (my friend is tho) so all my ideas and inspiration come from westerns but im thinking:

danielle larusso is new in the area. her mother brought a decrepit ranch with all of their economies and they’re now trying to give it a second life. in doing so they meet mr miyagi, an old man living not far away from the ranch but quite isolated from the others in town. he takes care of cattle and he’s very polite and very kind to danielle and lucille (who have had to deal with their share of sexist assholes since danielle’s dad died). lucille makes business with him to buy some of his cattle and they decide to actually start working together. she invites him to dinner one evening and he never really leaves. he helps her and danielle fix the ranch and also starts teaching danielle how to take care of cattle and especially horses. danielle doesn’t really have her own horse yet but she wants one very badly and so miyagi offers her a beautiful palomino mare for her birthday.

one morning, danielle goes in the barn to take care of her horse and sees another horse already there. a black american quarterhorse and behind it is hidden a bruised and bleeding johnny lawrence. johnny is an outlaw. she used to be a rich girl back in town. her mother had married the mayor of the town when she was a young girl and johnny was promised to marry one of his rich (and old) friends but she fled and instead she joined a group of outlaw who commit petty crimes to survive. she and the other cobras had just done a heist when they were separated while running away and she was shot in the back. she didn’t know where to go. she saw the barn in the horizon and decided to hide there until the police lost her tracks but with the blood loss she fell asleep and didn’t manage to leave the barn before morning.

danielle brings her back home and nurses her back to health (but at the same time she wonders if she should throw her out because johnny is 1) a criminal 2) a fugitive 3) a huge bitch). a little after johnny gets back on her feet, the cobras come and meet her and tell her that they all need to split up for a while because the sheriff is after them, johnny gets really worried because she has nowhere to go apart from going back to her house but if she goes back to laura and sid she knows she’ll be married by force. danielle, who cannot keep her nose out of other people’s business, tells johnny she can stay if she starts working on the ranch. which is how johnny ends up training horses with danielle and mr miyagi.

im also imagining slow burn love story between danielle and johnny: fishing trips that end with taking a swim naked in the lake, talks in front of the fire where danielle learns to like johnny and johnny hides how much she wants to kiss danielle, dinners with lucille and mr miyagi who can see what’s going on there, the two of them racing on their horses. just, lots of domestic shit that end abruptly because kreese, another outlaw who helped johnny escape sid, comes to collect what he believes to be johnny’s debt. he wants johnny to work for him, danielle thinks his intentions are a lot darker than that but johnny tells her that he truly helped so that she just needs to pay her debt back and he’ll leave her alone. except kreese doesn’t leave her alone and mr miyagi has to step in. (you know you gotta have a duel in a western).

johnny gets hurt in the crossfire and it makes danielle realize that she’s in love with that blonde meathead. johnny scares them all by staying unconscious a lot longer than last time. the cobras come to visit and they all wait at johnny’s bedside. when she wakes up, bobby tells her that danielle has not moved ever since she’s been hurt and that she should get her head out of her ass and tell the other woman how she feels. danielle comes to see her, johnny thanks her for taking care of her again and they both manage to say i love you at the same time. happy ending, all is well, they train horses on the ranch until they’re old and grey (but still in love).

[daidonzo]

Chapter 18 - Brown eyes, I hold you near [Chishiya x Reader]

"You broke your nose. It happens."

"To who?"

"Boxers?"

"You didn't just say that."

"What?"

"You are telling me "ohhhhh, it happens" as if breaking my nose was the most normal thing in the world and when I ask, my dear, my love, my sweetheart, light of my life, my moon, my stars, who does that happen to… You say people who literally punch each other's faces for a living!?"

Chishiya chuckled, and Kuina burst into laughter. But you were not laughing at all. Your nose was broken, which meant it was crooked, which meant you looked ugly. And one would believe looking ugly should have been the least of your concerns in a place where you were doomed to die if you didn't play stupid, psychotic games. But they would be really, really wrong.

The blonde man was holding your face between his hands, examining your now officially declared broken nose.

"You never called me any of those things."

"What do you mean?"

"Dear, love, sweetheart. Light of your life, your moon, your stars."

You were shooting daggers with your eyes. Kuina was almost on the ground, wheezing and squeaking from laughing so much.

"It's not that bad. You still look very pretty."

"You used to say beautiful before."

"You still look beautiful. But…"

"But!?"

"You are bruised under your eyes. It will go away, but you look slightly bloated. Your lips too."

"Have you ever seen anyone getting a nose surgery?" The woman with dreadlocks intervened, still wearing her blue bikini, but now also wearing jeans on top. You had all changed outfits - Chishiya was wearing grey sweatpants, a darker grey t-shirt and a grey and white cardigan (the man knew his color theory and was sticking to it). You were wearing jeans as well, although not bedazzled like Kuina's and a funny graphic t-shirt in your favorite color.

"Kuina!" You cried out.

"Your lips tho… You look like Angelina Jolie."

Both of your friends (was Chishiya your friend? Was he something more? What was he? Sometimes you thought you were lovers, sometimes merely very good friends) were having fun, and you were glad for it. But, did the punchline need to be your face?

You were on your way to a subway station, Chishiya had said. He had found a drawing, even before you met, in the jacket of a player who had tried to kill them in the game he had shared with Arisu and Usagi, that he just recently realized was a map. To you, it looked like a circle with a million lines.

"Do you keep and carry with you every little piece of paper you find?" You had messed with him.

"No. Just this one. Ah, and your drawing of a tree." He got the piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolded it, and showed you. And there it was.

You honestly hadn't been paying too much attention after that moment, lost in his brown eyes as you were while he was telling the story, but you had gathered that the person in question had been wearing a horse mask and that Chishiya thought he had been the dealer of the game, just like Asahi was of the ten of hearts.

You, of course, wanted to know what the deal with the dealers was, as redundant as that sounded. But, just for a day or two, you needed a break. The three of you had days on your visa, all of the numbered cards and were alive. So you had decided not to think about it.

It wasn't working out well, since your friends kept bringing it up. They were not like you, they didn't like to use ignorance as a coping mechanism.

But… Now at least they were focused on your nose. And whole face, apparently.

"Don't worry." The blonde man said, pressing for a second his lips against your forehead. "You will heal."

"Will it look crooked?" You asked in a tiny voice, wondering if he would feel pity for you and it would earn you another one of those kisses.

"No."

There were no more signs of affections, but at least the news were good.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- You cussed on your mother tongue.

You had finally reached the place in Chishiya's map. It was, indeed, an incredibly tall and futuristic-looking room that one would access through subway tunnels.

It was… Hard to describe. It almost reminded you of a beehive. Or of a betting house. Both, actually. There were plenty of computers and screens, maybe even hundreds of the latter. Headphones, pens, papers, chairs and other office materials were scattered around. And corpses. So many corpses.

People that were killed by the laser in the sky, judging by the hole on their heads and on their chins. And not long ago, as they hadn't begun to rot.

You were about to say something, but Chishiya grabbed you by the arm. "Come, someone else is here."

And he was right, of course, because no less than five minutes later Arisu and Usagi entered the room. Chishiya's posture visibly relaxed, making you realize just now he had been tense since he had heard footsteps. What was going on inside that beautiful head of his, and why couldn't he let you and Kuina know?

"So you finally found this place, as expected from someone I have high hopes for." Chishiya said, letting you go and walking towards Arisu, and you almost had to contain a laugh. You literally, had arrived maybe 10 minutes ago. Maximum. The smile on your face lingered for a few seconds until all the corpses came into your peripheral vision. It faltered, then. "We meet again." The blonde man continued.

"Probably Arisu and Usagi are not excited as you since you betrayed them." You thought to yourself, but said nothing, not wanting to bring it up. You had avoided talking about it, as well, trying to tell yourself that if you were to love Chishiya, you had to love all of him. Including his Machiavellian manoeuvres.

"Thanks to you guys, I have all the numbered playing cards with me. So, thank you." The blonde man showed them the cards, curving his lips upwards.

"How did you find this place?" Arisu asked.

Instead of answering, Chishiya showed him the drawing he had found in the body of the horse-faced dealer. "Took me some time to realize this is actually a map, of a subway station." He put in back into his jacket, walking aimlessly around the room, hands in his pockets. "What happens when we collect all the playing cards? I thought I would know the answer after I came here. But there's only one thing I discovered."

"That makes one of us." You whispered, low enough none of them could hear you, looking at Kuina from the corner of your eye, who seemed as clueless as you. You had your own theories, of course. One of them and your particular favorite was that you were actually in something like The Truman Show, a reality television program, and there were hidden cameras everywhere, broadcasting your every movement to the whole world. Hi mum, hi dad! But it was not plausible.

Other had to do with George Orwell's 1984… Wait, that one actually made sense.

"Judging by the fact that they were all killed after our victory…"

"There's someone above them." You said, out loud, everyone in the room looking at you. You felt cohibited all of a sudden, but after seeing the proud look on Chishiya's face, you decided you were going to share your conjectures in public more often, crazy as they seemed.

Big Brother was still watching, then.

"But who could they be?" Usagi wondered.

"Who knows? They could be aliens. Or God himself." Chishiya was still looking at you, and you tried to hide a smile by pressing your lips together. You knew he was messing with you. You had told him about those two theories.

The screens around you started to flicker, and power turned on in the building.

SPECIAL URGENT BROADCAST.

"Congratulations to all players!" A woman's voice exclaimed, excitedly. You got closer to Kuina, who had the best vision out of the five of you, but also placed yourself as near as possible to Chishiya, suddenly feeling scared and wanting the comfort of his presence.

The woman was nothing but a blurry figure at the beginning. When the image focused, you all saw Mira. One of The Beach's Executive Members.

Big Brother was not only watching, he had been infiltrated between you. All this time.

"With the exception of the face card games all of you have cleared all of the numbered games so far, and emerged victors. A sweet victory achieved by sacrificing numerous lives. I wonder… how many of your comrades have died?" Her face was so innocent, so pure. She looked like a person who wouldn't even hurt a fly.

"Try remembering… Those that were shot dead with a gun." You didn't need to think too hard, as images of players getting shot started to play on the screens. "That girl you burned alive." One of Arisu's games, in which him and four others were screaming in panic, the body of a girl burning in front of them. "Those struck with the lasers, and those who drowned." This time, you saw yourself, chained by your legs to the bottom of a glass container, screaming guesses to stupid riddles in agony. "Those whose heads were blown off. Those comrades of yours." Images of the massacre at The Beach. Of other games.

"The despair you've felt so far and those dying moments that you can never forget. I'm extremely touched!" No, what she was, is a psychopath. "We would like to give you a present."

"Are you returning us to the original world?" Kuina deadpanned.

You knew the answer before Mira said anything.

"There will be new games!" Please, no. "Let's play together! You'll fight for face cards!"

"I don't dislike the idea." Chishiya whispered, but he was looking at you. His hand finding yours once more.

You were surprised at how calm and collected you were. The realization that you had absolutely no power or control over your life hadn't affected you at all. And you knew why.

You had been expecting it.

You had been hopeful, yes, but no matter how much you liked to play dumb, you were not stupid. You sighed, and to Chishiya's interrogating look, you simply nodded.

You were fine.

You would play the games.

You would survive.

"The next stage will commence tomorrow at noon." Mira announced.

"At least one thing is different…" Arisu hadn't taken his eyes off of the screen. "Now we are seeing our target."

You left the building to appear at the centre of Shibuya, where all of the screens were showing "NEXT STAGE" in all caps, as if it was the more exciting thing to ever happen. Giant zeppelins were flying through the city, each of them displaying one of the remaining cards.

"We are going to get through this." Chishiya's voice. You realized you hadn't spoken a word yet.

"I know."

"I am not going anywhere."

"I know."

He smiled.

"I love you."

You were this close to saying "I know" for a third time, just like Han Solo did in Star Wars. But that was not like you. You looked at him in the eyes, feeling butterflies, wasps, bees, fireflies, beetles and every fluttery-insect in the animal kingdom inside of you. He loved you.

Everything was going to be okay.

"I love you, too."

And then, the noise of an anti-tank rifle being shot.

[ra5pberry-jam]

OK Y'ALL BIG THOUGHTS TIME

Guys, parents of tumblr, do not give your kids phones until at LEEEASSTT middle school.

We all love our phones, I know. I love my phone as much as anyone else and I can admit that I have a bit of a problem. I ignore the world a little more than I should and I'm too involved in the online world, I don't have the best attention span, and I got my phone at 11. Imagine what a phone would do to a 5 year old. Imagine what unrestricted internet would do to a toddler.

I know a gen alpha kiddo and her texts are actually unreadable. I cannot understand her and have to ask so many questions. She makes contradictory statements, no commas, no periods. Nothing.

Give your kids a leap frog learning tablet. I grew up with it and it brought me endless EDUCATIONAL entertainment. After that, I got a small parental controlled tablet at 6. Then unrestricted internet access at 8, and a phone at 11. And I got a little fucked up- I admit it! I have trouble spelling certain words and I have some fucked up handwriting. But If that could happen with an 11 year old, imagine what could happen to a child at 3.

Children at those ages are more susceptible to bad behaviors and habits more than anyone. Don't let the ipad parent your kid, keep the ipad away and read to them. Have them go outside and see the wonders of nature, let them get dirty and bruised. As a child, I would roll down a hill in my neighborhood playground, getting grass stains on my pants and bruises from rocks. I would swing on rope swings and bike up the stupid steep hills to go to the mini-mart down the road with my friends.

I know I kind of sound like a gen x or boomer here, but going outside and socializing is so so important to a child's early development. I have so many happy memories by going outside and socializing and to think my little cousins and nieces and nephews will never know that is horrifying.

As a writer I love nothing more than seeing young writers make their first character, write their first story, make cringy plot lines and edge lords. But those are going away. Kids aren't allowed to be bored and need constant stimulation, and their imagination is being stunted. As a child, I was bored so so much because having ADHD means that would happen; however, that was the best thing to happen to me. I started making character, drawing on napkins, building castles out of those jelly packets. I got my start on ocs because I was bored and obsessed with foxes and wolves, and was then introduced to the concept by a friend and I was obsessed. I spend my boredom making characters and backstories for those characters, but kids today just aren't doing that anymore.

I'm just ranting tho, I hate seeing gen alpha go down the drain. It's not their fault, it's the parent's fault, and any parent reading this I hope you listen well. I want you to ween your kids off the ipad, or never even give it to them in the first place. Give them the childhood you had- that you cherished so much. Wooden play places and outside play, hanging out with friends and exploring. Give them a childhood they can't summarize in one sentence they can barely formulate. Don't be the parent whose kid's nostalgic over the ipad pro.

[nerves-nebula]

As a kid I noticed that no one liked the ends of bread loafs so I decided I wouldn’t let it go to waste or let anyone feel bad about not eating it. I also make myself milk shakes with bruised fruits, eat the icing no one wants off cupcakes for people & eat leftovers when I think whoever bought them must’ve forgotten about them. I often have to take a moment to decide if I can really handle these things (or to check if it’s truly unsuitable for consumption, I may tolerate stale bread but I will not eat mold… on purpose) & to prepare myself mentally to do so. I’m really good at acting like I’m just a silly goof tho so everyone thinks that I just really like eating weird things (which is partly true)

I was just wondering if any of the turtles might find themselves doing something like that. Raph would probably be the most likely, especially for the same reasons as me but I’ve also been seeing a lot of asks recently saying he has food sensory issues like Donnie? (Did you make a post about that because I feel like I’m missing something) I could also see Mikey having my weird food habits w/ how I cover it up

Ik your own sensory issues make answering food asks hard so don’t worry if you’re not sure how to answer this, just something I thought about yk?

i once drank like most of a cup of paint water. i dont remember why, i think it was an impulsive thing, and once i realized i'd been FORCED to eat worse tasting stuff I chugged it to make my friend laugh. then our teacher got freaked out cause like what if i just poisoned myself. not food, but an interesting story this reminded me of.

anyway, generally i tend to slot the turtles into these three categories when thinking about their relationships to food:

Will eat mostly anything: Raph (he's god food anxiety, if something can be considered Food he will eat it, possibly binge if there's too much, and hoard for later if he thinks he can), Mikey (enjoys food/isnt picky, will go out of his way to make food abominations to irritate/disgust his brothers)

Will eat a normal range of foods: Leo (probably the most normal attitude around food because she never starved as much as the others and he doesn't have a ton of sensory issues. still has some food anxiety & has trouble sharing, but she's pretty chill about it.)

Has a very strict set of safe foods: Donnie (a lot of sensory issues, a lot of being forced to eat things he cant stand, he has a lot of stress about being forced to eat new foods. if he tries something you say is good its likely that it means he trusts you- or at least cares enough about your opinion to give it a shot)

I don't remember everything I've said about the turtles, so it's possible I planned for Raph to have food sensory issues at some point but he doesn't as far as i remember. Honestly, his main stuff about food is bingeing, starvation, hoarding, not letting food go to waste, and his guilt about having cannibalistic intrusive thoughts.

Point is that it sounds like Raph would be closest to what you're doing here. Raph wouldn't wanna waste food EVER and he might even get triggered when other people do hah.