#how can this BE?!

[evilminji]

I see the Clockwork so Khronos HC and I raise you Vortex is Zues

Immediate thought? "Why go to therapy, when you, a God, can LITERALLY rip out the Problematic Parts of yourself and just kill um! There, honey! Problem solved! :D this can in no way EVER come back to bite me in the ass!"

Cause I mean... killing your problems worked against his DAD. And most OTHER problems he's had. Why not? When you are a hammer etc etc...

So... yeah. Technically! He IS part of Zeus! The ASSHOLE part that Hera was threatening to divorce FOR REAL this time. The HAS No Chill, part. The THROW STORMS AT EVERYTHING 5EVA RAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Part.

Kronos did the same thing but in reverse. Killed off his Calm n Reasonable self who just wanted to be a mischievous Time Dude. Cause THAT does not a King Of God's make. Didn't turn out well for Kronos.

N Clockwork got stuck with THAT assholes reputation.

It's like making a twin brother out of yourself only to kill um. Vortex has eternal beef with Zeus. He was a GOD. An INFANT. Born only to IMMEDIATELY be butchered. Yeah, he was an angry God. Made to be the wrath to Zeus' peace. An Angry Sky to his Tranquil Sky.

But that did NOT give Zeus the right to MURDER HIM in cold blood for the crime of being INCONVENIENT.

He didn't even get a NAME.

Had too, IN DEATH, Name HIMSELF.

Ffffffuck his Father/Brother! Zeus is gonna get what's coming to him! Infant murdering BASTARD!

[arctic-space-penguin]

Me: I need to rewrite my fanchildren being babies again

Also Me: *goes back and rereads a work I did about them being children to get reacquainted, but only succeeds in making myself more obsessed with the idea* *Incoherent muttering, planning, and squealing*

Sadie, Sorrel, Kane, Mica, and Rhett are five; London and Diego are four; and Selah is one in this

Exists in vacuum of space after the movie

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Saki tiredly pushed the door to Donnie's lab open, legs almost giving out from running around chasing Diego for thirty minutes. The aforementioned softshell turned in his chair and pulled his goggles up.

"What's wrong?" he wondered, taking in her slumped form.

"I really need you to watch them..." the tanuki desperately tried to keep her eyes open. "...while I take a nap."

He hums. "Where are they?"

"Somewhere behind me..." she trails off, leaving to make it to their bed before she could collapse.

He sighs, pushes away from his desk, and goes off in search of his four kids. He quickly finds them in the spacious living room, guided by shouts. London and Diego were having a fight of dominance while Sorrel, Mica, and Selah were casually putting coloring books to use and Sadie and Rhett were not-so-discretely messing with Splinter as he slept on his couch chair. Kane was nowhere in sight, probably 'helping' his dad in the kitchen or something.

Donnie rarely ever has times where he thinks he really was never ready for parenthood, but now was definitely one of those times. With the much-needed assistance of his spider-shell, he began collecting his kids one by one.

Diego whined when he was removed from his winning battle. "Why do we have to leave? I wanna keep playing with London!"

"Your mother left me in charge of you while she sleeps, and that means I have to keep you four cretins in my lab for now," Donnie explained.

Diego huffed and folded his arms across his chest as best he could. Sorrel was still managing to color in the book she had dragged along when she was picked up. Selah was quiet, and Sadie was just as upset as her brother was.

Donnie finally arrived back in his lab. He closed the door behind them and had half a mind to turn the lights on a little brighter. Diego immediately ran for something he shouldn't touch as soon as he was released, making Donnie get up a second after settling in his chair to stop him. Sorrel handed Selah a few markers and they continued on the pages. Sadie got Diego to pass a paper ball from the trash back and forth with her.

Their dad was able to return to his project now. He sat with a hmpf back in his chair and pushed his goggles back down. He hadn't even been working for five minutes before a hand tugged on his elbow.

He groaned, not bothering to look in the offending child's way or take his goggles back off. "Yes?"

"I'm thirsty, Daddy," Sadie told him innocently.

Donnie was sure she wasn't innocent in her intentions now. "There's cups and a water dispenser in the back you can reach."

"But I'm only thirsty for kitchen water, Daddy," Sadie's bottom lip wobbled. Oh no. "Please can you get me some?"

And there it is. Donnie steeled himself to resist. It barely worked.

"There's cups and a water dispenser in the back," he repeated.

"Please!" Sadie begged, lip wobbling more.

Donnie's resolve to give in shattered. "Fine! Fine, yes, I will get you some water from the kitchen, but if any of you so much as--"

Diego was already gone.

Pizza Supreme in the sky, he wasn't ready for parenthood.

Sadie instantly perked up. "Thanks, Daddy! I'll stay put, I promise!"

Donnie would make sure of that. By taking the remaining three children with him.

He dragged them along to the kitchen, just to see Diego back to wrestling London to the floor and re-securing his victory over her. He startled halfway to the ceiling when his twin spoke, suddenly beside him.

"Hey, London, come on, you can beat him," Leo encouraged.

The black-masked girl adjusted her head to face her father and beamed at him. Diego got briefly distracted by this, giving London the opportunity to shove him off and pin him.

Donnie frowned. Leo cheered.

"Yeah, that's better! A winner, just like her old man!" Leo exclaimed, nudging Donnie. "See that, DonTon?"

"All I see is an insufferable dum-dum who just encouraged his daughter to potentially injure my only son's shell," Donnie didn't give Leo a chance to protest before heading into the kitchen.

"I was just trying to boost her winning attitude," Leo muttered when he recovered from the completely uncalled for blow. "Not my fault Diego didn't have his protection on."

Donnie snatched a cup from the drying rack next to the sink, filled it in the dispenser built into the fridge, and handed it over to Sadie. He got himself a cup afterward.

Mikey skipped into the room a second later. All eyes turned to him. Selah abandoned her post by Sorrel's side, waddled over to Mikey, and made grabby hands up at him. The box turtle smirked at Donnie before lifting her into the air.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite niece!" Mikey nuzzled Selah's cheek.

"Hey!" Sadie whined, dropping her water. "I thought I was your favorite!"

Mikey glanced down at the other girl, staring up at him with that cursed wobbling lip. Donnie, meanwhile, cleaned the spilled water off the floor.

"You can't use my own trick against me!" Mikey protested.

Selah's eyes locked onto the tails of Mikey's mask. She reached back and tugged so hard the mask slipped off. Mikey blinked in surprise before gently setting Selah back down, who was now chewing on the mask.

"I'm gonna need that back..." Mikey whispered, bending over to slowly try to grab the spit-soaked mask.

Selah chirped and held it away. Mikey sighed and stood back straight, eyeing his amused older brother.

"I better get that back washed and dryed later."

Donnie nodded. "Sure thing, Michael."

Mikey left, but not before muttering something under his breath. Donnie returned his attention to his three (present) kids and left his cup in the sink to find Diego again. But not before running into Raph with a desperately-trying-to-stay-awake Rhett sitting on his shoulder.

"Oh, Don, hey," the snapper greeted. "Wanna go to the Hidden City with Raph and Tomio after I put this little man to bed?"

"...no...bed..." Rhett protested sleepily.

Sadie leapt expertly up her dad's back and leaned her face in front of his. "Pleassssseeeee can we go?!"

Donnie hefted her up and off of his head. "You cannot, and Saki still isn't awake yet, sorry Raph."

"That's alright, next time," Raph offered a smile and headed to his room to put Rhett to bed.

Donnie pressed Sadie closer when he vanished. Sorrel and Selah were scooped up too.

"Perks of having long arms," Donnie praised himself.

He carried them all back into the living room a short walk away. Splinter was still in his couch chair, but seemed to have woken up. Diego was intently watching the show that was playing on the projector with London and Mica. Donnie came up from behind.

"Mind watching them for a minute, Pops?"

The rat startled and nearly fell out of his chair. "Oh, uh, sure, Purple."

"Great, I'll be right back," Donnie released the three kids in his arms, who all thankfully darted to watch the show too.

He hurried to his and Saki's repurposed room. He glanced at the kid's beds before his eyes landed on theirs where a small lump was curled in the middle. He went over and slowly lifted up the covers to reveal the sleeping form of the tanuki he so loved.

"Saki," he whispered.

The tortoiseshell cat only curled up tighter. He tossed the covers so that she wouldn't be under them anymore. This made her uncurl and stretch before shifting back into her actual form.

"There she is," Donnie said.

Saki let out a weak hiss, blindly reaching for the blankets. "And here I am not."

She yanked the blanket back over her body, but not covering her head, and closed her eyes again. He sighed and got under the covers too. She turned her body so her back was facing him, regretted it, and turned back to wrap her arms around him. He let her, despite his normal aversion to physical affection (he always held a softspot for her and Mikey and anything soft).

"The kids are okay, right?" she asked after a while.

"Mmhm," He hummed in confirmation.

"Good," she nuzzled closer. "They didn't cause trouble?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle," he replied with a yawn. "You're making me sleepy now."

She chuckled. "Give into it, it feels nice. Whoever is watching them can handle it, I'm sure."

He let his eyes slip closed. She followed suit soon after. About an hour or so into their nap, Splinter found his way into the room with four kids practically falling asleep on their feet. He was just going to shout, but noticed the slow rising and falling of Donnie's and Saki's chests, so he stopped himself.

Sadie, Sorrel, Selah, and Diego all stumbled over to the bed. Splinter had to help Selah up then left silently so as to not wake anyone. The four kids glanced at each other mischievously before squirming their way between their parents. Donnie, ever the heavy sleeper when he does fall asleep, didn't wake up when they did so, but Saki did.

She backed up a little to accommodate her kids between them, waited for them to all close their eyes, then re-closed hers with a soothing purr.

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love how nobodies mentioned yet how Donnie will just forever be shocked at anything I write lol

Like, Live Donnie Reaction:

(I'm so gonna put this at the top of something whenever it's overly angsty lol)

[baradesign]

Watch me read over and over again every single fanfic of my ship, because there’s only 26 of them

[mityenka]

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

[drumlincountry]

If your life is horrible and you need a new source of meaning and direction.... Do NOT find religion. Learn to identify plants.

[minicy]

I love talking to kids about disability bc

1. they often just Get It, and

2. they have 0 concept of disability as a tragedy or something pitiable.

I've watched kids get into an argument with a teacher bc they thought wheelchairs were cool. I told a kid that I can't stand for too long sometimes and they replied, "That's okay, I can't do cartwheels sometimes, but I just do other stuff then. You can sit down with me if you want". Today a girl asked me what the headphones on a classmate's desk were for and I told her that headphones are important for some kids because noises bother them, and she said she wished she had headphones at home, because her baby brothers make a lot of noise and it makes it hard to think. The idea that different people could use tools at different times is intuitive and simple and when accessibility aids are explained neutrally, kids don't see them as bad or unfortunate, they're just things that are useful.

Even mental disability!! In Kindergarten the other day one of the kids asked me why his table partner got stickers when nobody else did. I started off by saying, "Well, when you do your work well, it feels good, right? That's your brain giving you a reward," and the kid just right away went, "Oh, and the stickers are like his reward?" YES! You are 5 and have a better grasp on ADHD than most adults! Kids blow me away every day.

[mintaii]

a wandering knight, drawn to the quiet of the forest. her touch may be a blessing or a curse.

[cringengl]

Re reading the original hunger games is so funny bcus katniss can literally read haymitch's mind like what. I'm dying of thirst but haymitch hasn't sent me water, that must mean that there's some nearby!! And one kiss is one pot of broth!! Like she even acknowledges that it's strange when she's like oh to peeta this would just be a pot of broth. Haymitch will give her one look and katniss knows immediately what he means and she's right every time

Meanwhile peeta is like your dress really suits you and you look nice :) and katniss is like he's trying to kill me

[ink-the-artist]

SHES MAD AS HELL❗️‼️

[anxeious]

i mean fuck, i like pills, i like drugs, i like gettin money, i like strippers, i like to fuck, i like day-drinkin and day parties and hollywood, i like doing hollywood shit— snort it, probably would

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[cordspaghetti]

really factual recounting with no embellishments whatsoever

[sparemoon]

Quiet cat gf vs loud dog bf

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[franzis-frantic-thoughts]