#tinker dee mentioned

[earthykinous]

I gave in and personalized their designs according to my —perphaps a little self-indulgent— headcanons.

★ Kirby of the stars

To me, he is not just full of positive emotions but also star essence, the lore itself has a lot to do with stars, so I wanted him to have small etherical hints.

About his eyes, normally the glow is visible in darkness but sometimes when he gets too excited or determinated his eyes get brighter.

He is a walking black hole packed up in a pink gumball with a happy face, his kindness is his gravity. It must take much more to make him colapse on his own weight taking in how much he handled before.

Black holes sometimes release burst of light, I find it similar to Kirby when inhales things and he can either consume them or spit them out as stars.

I think "Starborn" might be an appropiate tittle.

He is Kirby of the stars.

He is both deadly and forgiving.

★ Bandana Waddle Dee (Aka Bandee)

About the air jet shoes... At first they were just to cushion the fall, some time later she upgraded them.

I like to think that even if he got more confident he is still a big softie, but doesn't show it when he is on duty or leading the Waddle Dee corp, he let his guard down when he is with his friends thought.

Actually, even with all the things that happened he has a bit of a inferiority complex and overthink every interaction fearing to say or do something wrong or innapropiate, all the Dees loves him and look up to him, that's why.

I know megapunch is not canon, but is so much fun imagining him lifting a weight almost his size like nothing. No, actually, I had an imagery of him cleaning with a vacuum cleaner, then lifting Dedede's throne just so he can clean below.

Waddle Dees are carefree, silly and innocent by nature (totally based in how some Waddle Dees are just chilling and vibing at some parts of the levels)

They are also compliant and loyal to a fault, they are not natural fighters, they may try but ultimately they are prone to run away and hide, Bandee might be the first one to break through that since in Kirby Super Star he tried to fight Kirby out of loyalty.

Even after he lost he still managed to watch Dedede's battle against Kirby.

Compared to them, he is intense and serious, but he seems normal to most, someone has to be the responsible one and keep in check the rest of the bunch.

Mother friend but also the little brother of the gang. (That's what you get for having a cute face)

Lowkey unhigned, dude had fought eldritch horrors, no way he is sane but he doesn't have time to go deeper into the spiral of madness because he has to lead the Waddle Dees and babysit his already unhigned friends.

[veinsfullofstars]

Meet the Families: Gear Dee, Eva, & Treble Dee

You guys might’ve heard me talk about Bow’s extremely cool moms before (and maybe mention her sullen older brother once or twice), and now I finally get to introduce you to them! Check below the cut for more deets and fun facts!

(OC info updated as of 05/28/25.)

Started 04/22/25, finished 05/06/25. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

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Some fun facts about Gear Dee:

-Raised in a certain city off-world, Gear grew up deep in the heart of Air Ride culture, surrounded by roughnecks and gearheads who absolutely adored her and always treated her like one for the family. Her father, a trophy-winning racer, taught her all the tools of the trade - mechanics, vehicle operation, pyrotechnics, etc. - and fostered in her a love of fast starships and thrilling races. (He maaaay have also let her test out the machines before she was old enough to drive one, but the authorities never found out, so who’s to say how true that is?)

-Once she was old enough to enter, Gear quickly made a name for herself in local Air Ride competitions, living mostly for the thrill and the speed rather than victory. Her vehicles of choice tend to be either the Turbo Star and the Formula Star.

-Her first relationship was… a messy one. During her early days running in the city trials, she fell head-over-heels for an awkward but charming Waddle Dee who always showed up for her races, taken in by gifts, pretty words, and - though she didn’t know at the time - empty promises. Her father and friends never approved of him, but Gear has never been one to follow any path but her own, moving in to his grungy apartment partly out of stubbornness and partly upon learning they had a kid on the way. She’d tried her damnedest to make it work, even as their love started to sour, as her career prospects flagged, as his debts and gambling problems became known, as the shouting matches grew more and more frequent. It wasn’t until the birth of their second child that she’d had enough, packing her bags and ignoring his protests and pleas as she left with the kids, moving in with a certain seamstress friend of hers across town.

-Things improved a bit during her stay with Eva. She didn’t have much time for races anymore thanks to the kids but found enough fulfillment in ancillary mechanics work to make up for it. Her friendship with Eva quickly blossomed into something more, the transition near-seamless given how close they’d grown in the years prior. She saw Eva’s meek demeanor open into something bright and personable, the pressure of city life easing off as she found her footing. It warmed Gear’s heart to hear her talk about patterns and textiles and fabric quality with a fervor that only came when she was at her happiest.

-When the phone calls came, Gear blocked his number. When the letters arrived, she tore them up. When he appeared on Eva’s doorstep - teary-eyed with his pockets turned out, offering the same empty apologies and poor excuses as before - she slammed the door in his face. Almost one year since she left, she once again decided she’d had enough and packed up her things for a second time, now with Eva at her side. They said their goodbyes to their families and friends with promises to keep in touch (and to not tell him where they were going) and boarded the next starship out of the city, making their home in a little middle-of-nowhere village on Gear’s birth planet, Popstar.

-It’d taken some time to get used to more rural living, but Gear settled in well enough. Popstar - for all its peace and quiet - is not without its own avenues of entertainment and thrill. And there’s always need for a handywoman around, whether it’s to fix a busted toaster or build a new fence or see what’s wrong with the family warp star (spoiler - it's probably the result of Para's overcurious tinkering). It’s fulfilling, in its own way (plus, with some help from the Poppy Bros. family, she also gets to be in charge of fireworks on holidays, so there’s that). She does miss the city sometimes, though, especially the races. She hopes she can visit again someday… though, not right now.

-Gear isn’t entirely sure what happened between her and Treble. He used to be such a sweet boy before… well, all that. She’s tried to talk with him about it, but he never wants to hear it, either brushing her off or starting another shouting match. It reminds her a lot of herself at that age. Maybe that's why it strains her patience with him to its limit so often. (That, or seeing his father in those blue eyes...)

-Raising Bow was a journey that Gear wasn’t entirely prepared for - nothing in those stupid parenting books about atypical Copy Abilities. If it hadn’t been for Eva’s help, she has no idea how she would’ve managed. Even now, Bow’s still a handful, but she’s also Gear’s little firecracker, a tiny spark of excitement and energy who loves fun and danger just as much as she does. She can’t wait to take her to the city someday - Bow would love the races, she just knows it.

-Gear will never stop talking about how cool her wife is.

Some fun facts about Eva:

-Eva doesn’t talk about her life before the city. Full stop. For all she cares, her life didn’t begin until she hitched a ride on a passing starship and stepped out into the blinding lights of that sprawling metropolis. The city was hardly kind to her in those early years, forcing her to run with some tough crowds and make some tougher choices in order to survive, but she did survive, finding home and friends and purpose in those grimy, noisy streets. Compared to the nest she’d clawed her way out of, it might as well have been paradise.

-While working in a laundromat to pay for her meager apartment, Eva bumped into a very punk-rock Waddle Dee who introduced herself as one of the many Air Ride racers that populate the city. They got to chatting and hit it off right away, becoming fast friends in a handful of weeks. She learned all about Gear and her life in the city, her interests, her goals, the sound of her boisterous laughter. Eva could feel her heart reaching even then and found herself feeling brave enough to share bits of herself, her own experiences - good and bad - carving out a life in the city. She learned of Gear’s kids and the disintegrating state of her relationship, saw the frustration and misery in her warm eyes, and - though trying to remain respectful - did try to act as a voice of reason regarding Gear’s flaky partner, perhaps the one that finally convinced her to leave him.

-Though Gear and her kids moving in came rather suddenly, it proved to be some of the happiest days of Eva’s life (before coming to Popstar, anyway). It was far from easy, but they shared the weight as evenly as they could, supporting each other and talking through what needed talking through. She watched the life return to Gear’s eyes, her drive returning in earnest as she pursued her passions once again (even if they had to be tweaked a bit). It was Gear who took her to get her first piercing. It was Gear who took her to the Garden in the Sky and showed her the stars high above the city. It was Gear who used her connections to help Eva land a job with an esteemed boutique, a dream she’d had since coming to the city. After all that, how could she not fall in love?

-They’d discussed leaving the city long before the calls and letters. Eva might have come there seeking a fresh start, and learned so much in her time living there, but she never quite took to urban life as readily as Gear did, despite her efforts. Gear was understanding… if a bit hesitant, at first. After all, she had a life here already, family and friends and a potential career. Obviously, Eva didn’t want to tear her away from that, only wanted Gear and her kids to be happy, but she couldn’t help but wonder if there might be a better home for them all elsewhere… It was only when Gear’s ex started coming by that the prospect seemed a lot more inviting.

-Within a year of moving in together, they’d found a new home far away from the city, in a quiet little village full of kind folks that took them in readily. Eva quickly found that the countryside suited her much better than the city, enamored with the clean air and vast blue skies unblemished by skyscrapers and smog. She’d been so used to the roar of vehicles and commuters that she’d almost forgotten the sounds of nature, animals and leaves and wind and silence. She’s never felt so… at home than she has here.

-Though she still takes commissions for custom outfits and accessories, Eva has mostly relegated her clothing passions to the comfort of a beloved hobby. She spends most of her time these days working as a community organizer, helping folks like Dedede's mama and Para's dad with holiday setup and event planning for the village (a far cry from the nervous wallflower she'd been during her first year in the city). That said, she’s still the first on call when someone needs fashion advice or a rip repaired, and she’s knitted at least one sweater for almost everyone in the neighborhood. 

-If Gear had been unprepared for a sulky teenager and a hydrokinetic baby, then Eva even less so. She loves Bow and Treble dearly, of course, cares for them as if they were her own children… but, stars, they can be a handful sometimes. It’s so hard to keep up with Bow’s energy, and Treble looks at her like she’s personally responsible for every bad thing in his life… It’s fine, though. If her time in the city has left her with anything, it’s the ability to adapt to whatever life throws at her. She can be patient. She can be strong. She can be a good mother to these kids who deserve the world.

-Eva likes to call Gear her wife despite the fact that they never officially got married.

Some fun facts about Treble Dee:

-Unlike Bow, who was too young to remember her brief time in the city, Treble has no trouble recalling his early childhood. He remembers their tiny apartment, with its faded wallpaper and water damage stains that looked like animals if he squinted. He remembers his dad carrying him on his back out by the wharf, telling him stories and showing him the lighthouse and buying him the best ice cream he’d ever had. He remember his mom coming home smelling like motor oil and letting him play with toy spaceships she brought back from the races. He remembers having friends and going to school and hearing music on the street all the time. He remembers being happy there.

-He remembers his dad being gone a lot, while his mom paced and fumed over the bills on the tiny kitchen table. He remembers hearing them argue a lot through the walls when he was supposed to be asleep. He remembers peering down into the crib with the tiny Waddle Dee inside, feeling crowded despite how small she was.

-Once, his dad bought him a ukulele for his birthday. His mom taught him how to play it, promising to teach him how to play her guitar when he got bigger. He loved that little uke and played it all the time, making up silly little songs that made his dad laugh and tell him he was going to be a star one day. He forgot to pack it up when his mom said they had to leave. He wonders if it’s still there.

-He didn’t like Eva’s apartment. It smelled weird, and the water stains in the ceiling looked like faces laughing at him. He had to share a room with Bow. She cried a lot, so much that she broke one of the pipes in the kitchen. He had a nightmare the first night there, hearing his dad calling out to his mom and begging her to come back. Eva found him crying and tried to hold him until he calmed down. He pulled away. He never got to say goodbye.

-He didn’t cry when they left the city. Just sat with his cheek pressed against the window of the starship, watching the only home he’d ever known fade behind the clouds, and then the stars. He kept his headphones on so he couldn’t hear Bow crying or his mom talking to Eva.

-Treble learned to play bass on his own. Mostly out of spite, if we’re being honest. (Gear’s too proud of him to see it that way, though.) Yes, he’s aware of the irony of being named Treble and playing the bass - stop bringing it up. Also, he's in a band with his friends. Called the Mellow Dees. They're gonna make it big one day, you'll see.

-He wishes his mom didn’t push her interests onto him all the time. Yeah, it’s cool that she taught him how to write music and dye his hair and stuff, but then she wants him to listen to all her weird old-people music or go skateboarding with her and Bow or some other dumb thing he doesn’t care about. Then she gets on his case for staying inside all day and not spending time with people. He is spending time with people, just not her. He has a life, y’know? Friends his own age who actually like the things he likes. He’s not gonna hang out with his parents all the time. That’s so lame.

-He wishes Eva wasn’t so nosy. It doesn’t matter that she’s nice or whatever, she’s such a starsdamn busybody. Always asking what he’s doing and what he’s working on and does he want a snack and ugh, stars, just take a hint already. Does she think he’s still a baby or something? Just leave him alone. He doesn’t want to talk to her. He never wants to talk to her.

-He thinks his baby sister is annoying and wishes she’d stop bothering him when he’d busy doing his own thing. Her friends are just as bad, the little brats. Stars, he hates it here.

-Well… okay, maybe he doesn’t hate it here, living in the village. It’s… fine, he guesses. The weather’s always nice. Food’s good. He even made some new friends who are actually pretty cool. He just… misses the city sometimes, is all. The lights, the music, the tall buildings, the crowds of people, even the smell of the alleyways. He doesn’t miss the races, though. Not even a little bit.

-He does miss his dad sometimes.

[turtlesaus]

Twin Brother Donatello - TurtleDuck AU

(Most of the design choices were inspired form Pinterest, IDK who drew them cause literally noone cited their sources x-x) (Art updated!)

Back at it with Donatello!;

Donatello Hamato

Nicknames: Don,Dee, Tello Race/Species: Turtle Mutant/Yokai Age: XXX (Changes though time) Height: XXX (Same as age) Gender/Pronouns: He/Him/Them Job: Tech Guy/Coms Guy/Co Leader

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Personality

Donnie grew up in a highly supportive family, with his twin andyounger siblings always there for him, and always understanding what he's going through. As a result, he's more open about how he's feeling, trusts his brothers much more commonly, and is confident in his place in the team.

Sometime he get overwhelmed with touch, sound, or sight, but his family always has his headphone and glasses at the ready, and know when to back off.

He was goven a lot more freedom to build with many things due to his twin getting him almost anything he wanted to use, even Uranium. His tech is a lot more high-power and complex, fully decking out his whole team.

He is a caffeine guy, be it coffee, tea, or energy drinks, but has a strict bedtime of 11:30 pm, set by his older brother.

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Power(s)

As mentioned in my Leo post, Leo was the first to activate his Ninpo, however, Donnie was in fact the second. When Leo first learned of the powers, he and Donnie were the one's who learnt and tested the differnt reaches of the power.

His Ninpo is much the same as cannon, however because he has had much more time to tinker around with it and understand it, he has fully intagrated it in to his tech, and is able to create near anything outside of 'living' creatures.

He specializes in close-hand combat and long-range combat, but prefers somewhere in the middle. Proficient in the Bō staff and, of course, firearms, Donnie is known both as a badass Bō Specialist and a Supreme Gunman.

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Backstory

After his twin stepped forwards into the leadership role, Donnnie stood next to him as his 'right hand man', becoming somewhat of a co-leader. Working late nights with his twin to finalize missions is not uncommon.

When the surface became an option, his tech quickly gained originality and specialization, becoming extremely modern, even futuristic. With Ninpo it only went furthur, and by now he probably has built almost everything technological in the lair.

With the new additions to the family Donnie quickly got their mesurements and build specialized tech, giving them armor and weapons as fast as humanly possible, as to protect them.

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Family Dynamics

Donnie & Leo

Leo and Donnie are twins, and Donnie reluctanly accepts the fact. The two are the eldest, but are able to act like kids around each other. Donnie considers Leo is leader, and will accept no other, with undying loyalty in highly dangerous situations being his MO.

Donnie & Raph

With Raphael's anxiety, Don has learned to show his blueprint, albeit simplified, to him to help him clear his worries. When Raph gets overwhelmed Don will, without hesitation, lend him his headphones or sunglasses.

Donnie & Mikey

PB&J Duo, get together well. Mikey will bring Don ideas, Don builds them either with him or later when he has free time. Half of the cool tech ideas came from Mikey's notebook. Donnie loves to coddle and love on him.

Donnie & Casey

Brains and Brawn duo, but they both love bombs and chaos. Donnie builds him explosives, then Casey uses them. Besties for life.

Donnie & April

When April and Don first met, they instant linked and were almost never apart. The two of them are very loyal to the family, and both run both the family group chat and the older siblings group chat.

(Others to be added later)

[jadelovesrise-tmnt]

FIRST FANFIC ALERT WOOP WOOP 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

This idea was suggested by @sunsetsandsunshine!

Idea based on the episode where Mikey had his first solo mission, but raph was over protective

After raph facing a week straight of guilt, Mikey found a way to cheer him up!

Tw: kinda sad at the start, tickles

Warning for bad and long story, I've never wrote this stuff before💔

Lee: 🐢❤

Ler: 🐢🧡

Others in the story: Donnie, Leo

Enjoy!

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It was a normal day at the turtles Lair, Mikey spray painting the empty walls like a canvas, Leo skateboarding to break a record, Donnie in his lab.

All was normal besides raph.

It had been a week since Mikey's first "solo" mission that raph has messed up.

Mikey seemed to get over it by the time 3 days had passed, but raph? He was drowning in guilt, barely even looking at Mikey anymore.

He sulked inside his room, which he barely even was in most of the time.

Mikey, not sure if he had been the only one to notice raph's sudden mood swap, went to ask the others about it.

He made his way to the skateboard ramp, clearing his throat before speaking.

🐢🧡: "hey Leo? Do ya have a moment to talk?"

Leo slowed to a halt and held the skateboard by his side loosely with one arm.

🐢💙: "wassup 'Angelo? You need somethin?"

🐢🧡: "raph's been cooped up in his room...he never goes in there unless he's asleep or has a headache. Did something happen?

Mikey fiddled with his hands, pacing slowly back and force in worry.

🐢💙: "I knew I wasn't the only one who noticed!"

He tossed the skateboard onto the rack where the other's skateboards lied.

🐢💙: "I think he's still guilty about ruining your solo-mission, Hérmano. Yknow how he is about upsetting people. If I had to guess he's probably regretting ever showing up!"

Mikey's face shifted into a look of dread and regret, slowly turning around.

🐢🧡: "I'm gonna go ask Donnie about it..thanks for the help Leo. "

🐢💙: "make sure you tell raph it's okay, yknow he worries for ya, seeing as your the little brother"

Mikey half-sprinted up to Donnies lab, knocking then entering before getting a reply.

🐢🧡: "Donnie! Are you busy right now?"

Donnie rolled his eyes, wondering why his brother even knocked at all just to burst into the room.

🐢💜: "I suppose not, why, do you need something?"

🐢🧡: "I think I hurt raph's feelings! He isn't leaving his room, and it's all cause I was mad about not having a solo-mission!!"

Donnie turned to face Mikey, using a robot arm to gently pat his shoulder.

🐢💜: "he actually talked to me about it. He mentioned feeling guilty about ruining the big moment for you, asked me how to fix it, etcetera. I think the only way to help is if YOU talk to him about...well, this whole situation. "

He turned back to his work, sparks flying from the circuit board he was tinkering with.

🐢🧡: "alright, I'll go sort this out. Thanks for the advice, Dee!"

He quickly fled the room, Donnie signing lightly.

🐢💜: "Sighh..why does nobody close the door on the way out??"

Mikey reached raphs room, gently knocking on the door.

🐢🧡: "r...raph??? Are you okay?"

There was a soft sniffle behind the door.

🐢🧡: 'Is he....crying?'

Mikey slowly twisted the door knob, speaking in a low gentle tone.

🐢🧡: "raph, I'm coming in..if it's okay. "

Raph sat on the bed, quickly wiping away tears and looking at Mikey with blood shot eyes.

🐢❤: "oh hey Mikey..!! You want something? "

Mikey took one look at raph before running at him and pulling him into a firm hug.

🐢🧡: "raph..im sorry for kinda snapping at you after you entered my solo-mission. I know it's hard being the oldest sibling, and you don't deserve that stress. "

Raph froze up for a second, before gently hugging back and sobbing into Mikey's shoulder.

🐢❤: "b-but...-.. your the youngest!! You shouldn't h-have-..to comfort me..im supposed to be the strong fearless one..!"

🐢🧡: "if you were truly fearless, that wouldn't make you who you are. I like that you care so much, even on days I don't express it as well. You play such an important part in this family. Your allowed to have flaws, that's why your enjoyable to be around!"

Raph softly cried while hugging tighter, not knowing how to respond to Mikey's soft spoken words.

🐢🧡: "I'm sorry for making you feel guilty, and for not addressing it sooner. I promise I would NEVER stay upset with you. You're the best big brother anyone could have! I would rather give up art than lose you!"

Mikey stopped the hug to dry raphs tears, smiling up at him.

🐢❤: "thank you..i promise I won't ever interrupt a solo-mission again."

Raph softly smiled, shut his eyes and hugged him again, this time resting his body completely again mikeys.

🐢🧡: "do you want me to stay to help cheer you up?"

Raph gently mumbled a soft "mhm..." into his shoulder.

After a small amount of time, Mikey gently started rubbing raphs back, gently tracing his palm down the spikes, trying to comfort him from the blue mood he had.

Raph, who had started zoning out, quickly jolted upwards, letting out an uncharacteristic high pitched yelp, unable to move much from the hug he was in.

🐢❤: "EEE--!!"

He quickly covered his mouth, hoping Mikey hadn't heard it.

He did.

🐢🧡: "are you okay raph?? Did I hurt you??"

Raph stuttered on his words, not able to think straight from the sudden but slight lee mood he suddenly fell into.

🐢❤: "uhh-..y-yehehahah!! Rahaphs perfectly f-fihiine!!"

Raph could feel Mikey's suspicious stare, trying to fight any slight giggle in his throat.

🐢🧡: "you were calm until I bumped the spikes, are they injured??"

Mikey slowly and gently traced the spike he hit earlier, causing raph to squeak and burst into higher pitched laughter than usually shown.

🐢❤: "AHH-!! Mihihikeehey!!!! StahaAHAP!! WaitwaitwaitnaahaHHA-!!"

Not wanting to hurt his little brother, he weakly tossed and turned, trying to evade the tickly feeling spreading through his back.

🐢🧡: "omigosh...your ticklish?! How did I not find out before??"

He giggled and started gently poking at his back and the tops of the spikes while raph laughed into Mikey's shoulder.

🐢❤: "NAHAahahao I'm noohohott!!!"

Mikey sped up the poking, raphs giggles going up an octave.

🐢❤: "PFFTT-- Leheheho!! Dahanie!! HEhehehehelp!! MIHIKAAY!!!"

🐢🧡: "quit squirming raph!! Your fiiiine!!"

He pinched the spikes softly, raph practically screeching at each touch, squinting his eyes shut.

🐢❤: "WAHAHAHIIIT!!!! mihikehEHEHEHEYYY!!!! I CAHANT--"

Mikey laughed along with him, using his other hand to slowly sneak it's way to his side.

🐢❤: "MikeheEHEEYYY!! ShtahahAA-snrt--PLEHESEE!!"

He kicked his legs, smiling like a mad man from the feeling until it stopped.

Mikey froze, a grin spreading across his face.

🐢🧡: "raph, you snort when you laugh???"

He felt raphs face heat up from embarrassment.

🐢❤: "N-nohohoo..??-"

Mikey suddenly shoved his hand back to where it was, scribbling all over raphs shell spikes, his free hand jabbing his side lightly.

Raph absolutely shrieked.

🐢❤: "HAHHAHAHH-snrt-MIKEHEHEE! NAHAHAA!!-snrt-STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!"

🐢🧡: "I never get to see you laugh like this!! We should do this more often!"

Mikey quickly leaped up onto raphs shoulders, now using both hands to spider across the spikes.

Raph squirmed back and forth, holding his stomach, cackling and snorting uncontrollably.

🐢❤: "I CAHAHANHT-snrt-MIKEHE-snrt-EEHEHEHAHAHA-snrt-"

🐢🧡: "what happened to not being ticklish huh?"

🐢❤: "IHIHI-hic- LIHIHEHEHEDD--hic- IHIM-snrt- IHIHIM SAHAHARAHAY!!!"

Mikey giggled at the tiny hiccups, ceasing his attack to stand up and gently curl up on raphs lap.

🐢❤: "hhehhehe!!--hic-mihihike--hic-ahahrehe you do-hohonehe??"

🐢❤: "...mihikey???"

Mikey suddenly blew a huge raspberry onto raphs plastron, his hands reaching around to spider at the spikes he hadn't reached earlier.

if raph was screaming earlier, then he was absolutely howling now. He frantically swatted his hands gently, trying to cease the attack, only to fall limp and shake with loud laughter.

🐢❤: "AAAAAA-snrt-MIHIHIHIKE-snrt-STAHAHAHAHA-hic-I CAHAHA-snrt-CAHAHAANT- BREHEHEE-snrt-AAHAHA!!!!!!"

🐢🧡: "I am SO telling the others about this later!!!"

🐢❤: "DOHOHO-snrt" NAHAHAHAAHHT!!! IHILLL-hic- DIHIHIHIEE!!"

Raph cackled,giggled, and shrieked for what felt like hours, until Mikey slowed to a halt and grinned down at his brother.

🐢🧡: "how about we make a deal??"

There was a hint of evil in his expression.

🐢❤: "hheheehee-hic-ohokahahay..whahat is--hic- ihihit??"

Raph slowly opened his pinched shut eyes.

🐢🧡: "if you tell me your worst spot, I will be merciful. Where is it raphieee?"

He made spidery movements with his fingers above raph, causing him to continue giggling at a high pitch.

🐢❤: "ehehe!!-hic- I'm nahahat tehelling!! you'll--hic-juhust go there nehext!!"

🐢🧡: "well yeah obviously!! But I'll stop after!! Do we have a deeaaallll??"

Raph thought for a second before letting out a giggly sigh.

🐢❤: "ohkahahay..-hic- ihiihits....thhe shohoholder spihikehehes..."

Mikey sat up, hovering his hands over the spikes on his shoulder.

Raph quickly hid his face, bursting into giggles.

🐢🧡: "Threeeeee!!!!!"

Mikey paused for what seemed like years between numbers.

🐢🧡: "twooooooooooo!!!"

🐢❤: "juhuhust dohoho ihihahat!!"

He yelled, closing his eyes again.

Raph shaked from the anticipation, softly cackling behind his hands.

Without a "one" from Mikey, he scribbled lightly against raphs shoulder spikes.

🐢❤: "HAHAHHAHAHA-snrt-HEHEHEHEHHE-hic-hic-IHMDYHIHAHANG!!!"

Mikey laughed loudly in shock of the intense reaction.

🐢🧡: "Ohohomigohosh, how did you hide this from us?? This is adorable!!"

Raph couldn't even speak any more, a tear running down his face from his loud uncontrollable laughter.

🐢❤: "HAHAHAHAA-snrt-HHHEHEHE-hic-MMMIHIHI-snrt-KKEHE-!!!!"

Mikey slowed his torture to a halt before wiping the tears from raphs eyes and hugging him like before.

Raph let out soft wheezes and giggles, still shaking from the tingly feeling everywhere.

🐢❤: "Hehehehehe-hic-hhehehahaha-hic-you are sohoho-hic-ihin trouble yohohounhe mahah--hic-hahahan..."

🐢🧡: "your way stronger than me, but you didn't defend yourself at all! In fact, I think you kinda liked it!!

He gently nudged raphs side, causing him to squeak and back away slightly.

🐢🧡: "alright, alright, I'm done for today! Wanna check out the art I made earlier? It should be dry by now!!"

🐢❤: "yeahah-hic-sohounds great!! Lead the way!"

They both headed to where Mikey had been painting.

Little did raph know, the noise from earlier made his situation verrrry clear to both Leo and Donnie.

But that's another story, for another day.

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THROWS THIS CRINGE AT YOU

[disneydude94]

Characters Appearences

Yesterday, I was planning to photoshopping some images of any Disney characters in Amphibia: Calamity War on my laptop, but sadly my laptop froze and I have no choice, but to restart and cancel the project. However, I’ve already typed down on my notes from my iPad and here are some lists of any characters that will appeared with each colors. For example, blue is for main protagonists, red is for antagonists, green is for supporters or minor, orange is for cameo or mentioned, purple is for one appearance in one chapter, and pink is for guest stars.

Amphibia: Anne Boonchuy, Sprig Plantar, Polly Plantar, Hop Pop Plantar, Sasha Waybright, Marcy Wu, Captain Grime, Lady Olivia, General Yunan, Mrs. Boonchuy, Mr. Boonchuy, Domino, Bessie the Snail, Angelo the Snail, Ivy Sundew, Felicia Sundew, Sylvia Sundew, Maddie Flour, Rosemary Flour, Ginger Flour, Lavender Flour, Mr. Flour, One Eyed Wally, Mrs. Croaker, Archie the Spider, Leopold Loggle, Stumpy, Duckweed, Mayor Toadstool, Toadie, Chuck, Tuti, Soggy Joe, Percy, Braddock, Efty, Dorris, Gertie, Bella, Priscilla, Pearl, Valeriana, Beatrix, Aldo, Bog, Fens, King Andrias, Frog-Bot, and Mysterious Entity.

Mickey Mouse & Friends: Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Pluto, Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, Goofy, Chip, Dale, Huey Duck, Dewey Duck, Louie Duck, Webby Vanderquack, Scrooge McDuck, Max Goof, Roxanne, Pete, Clarabelle Cow, Horace Horsecollar, Clara Cluck, Clarice, Jose Carioca, Panchito Pistoles, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Ortensia the Cat, Bunny Children, Fiddler Pig, Fifer Pig, Practical Pig, Big Bad Wolf, Della Duck, Gyro Gearloose, April, May, June, Monty Fieldmouse, Freddie Fieldmouse, Melody Mouse, Millie Mouse, Mortimer Mouse, Gizmo Duck, Chief O’Hara, Beagle Boys, Magica De Spell, Flintheart Glomgold, and Phantom Blot.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs: Snow White, The Prince, Doc, Grumpy, Happy, Bashful, Sneezy, Sleepy, Dopey, Evil Queen, and Magic Mirror.

Pinocchio: Pinocchio, Gepetto, Jiminy Cricket, Figaro, Cleo, Honest John, Gideon, and Blue Fairy.

Fantasia: Yen Sid, Hyacinth Hippo, Ben Ali Gator, Madame Ostrich, Magic Broom, Chernabog, Ghouls, and Demons.

Dumbo: Dumbo, Timothy Mouse, Mrs. Jumbo, and Casey Junior.

Bambi: Bambi, Faline, Thumper, Miss Bunny, and Flower.

Song of the South: Br’er Rabbit, Br’er Fox, and Br’er Bear.

The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad: Mr. Toad and the Headless Horseman.

Cinderella: Cinderella, Prince Canrming, Fairy Godmother, Jaq, Gus, Mary, Suzy, Pearla, and Blue Birds.

Alice In Wonderland: Alice, Mad Hatter, March Hare, White Rabbit, Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum, Cheshire Cat, Queen of Hearts, and Deck of Cards.

Peter Pan: Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Captain Hook, Mr. Smee, Pirate Crew, and Tick-Tock the Crocodile.

Lady and the Tramp: Lady and Tramp.

Sleeping Beauty: Aurora, Prince Phillip, Flora, Fauna, Merryweather, Maleficent, Diablo, and the Goons.

101 Dalmatians: Pongo, Perdita, 99 Dalmatian Puppies, and Cruella De Vil.

The Sword in the Stone: Merlin and Archimedes.

Mary Poppins: Penguin Waiters

The Jungle Book: Mowgli, Shanti, Baloo, Bagheera, King Louie, Monkeys, Shere Khan and Kaa.

Herbie the Love Bug: Herbie.

Robin Hood: Robin Hood, Maid Marian, Little John, and Friar Tuck.

The Aristocat: Thomas O’Malley, Duchess, Marie, Berlioz, and Toulouse.

Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh: Winnie the Pooh, Piglet, Tigger, Eeyore, Rabbit, Kanga, Roo, Owl, and Gopher.

The Rescuers: Bernard and Bianca.

Pete’s Dragon: Elliot the Dragon.

The Fox and the Hound: Todd and Copper.

The Black Cauldron: The Horned King and the Army of the Dead.

The Great Mouse Detective: Basil, Dawson, and Professor Ratigan.

Who Framed Roger Rabbit: Roger Rabbit, Jessica Rabbit, Baby Herman, and Benny the Cab.

Oliver and Company: Oliver, Dodger, and Jenny Forrester.

Talespin: Don Karnage and Sky Pirates.

The Little Mermaid: Ariel, Eric, Melody, Flounder, Sebastian, Scuttle, King Triton, Ursula, Flotsam, and Jetsam.

Darkwing Duck: Darkwing Duck, Launchpad McQuack, Gosalyn, Negaduck, Megavolt, Quackerjack, Brushroot, and Liquidator.

Beauty and the Beast: Belle, Beast, Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, Chip, and Gaston.

Aladdin: Aladdin, Jasmine, Abu, Genie, Magic Carpet, Rajah, Jafar, and Iago.

The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack Skellington, Sally Ragdoll, Zero, Oogie Boogie, Lock, Shock, Barrel, Mayor of Halloween Town, Dr. Finkelstein, Wolfman, Harlequin Demon, Snake Fingers, Undersea Gal, Vampires, Witches, Corpse Family, Igor, Scary Clown, Behemoth, Mummy, Devil, Mr. Hyde, and Zombie Band.

The Lion King: Simba, Nala, Kiara, Kovu, Timon, Pumbaa, Rafiki, Zazu, Scar, Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed.

Pocahontas: Pocahontas, John Smith, Meeko, and Flit.

Toy Story: Woody, Buzz Lightyear, Jessie, Bo Peep, Hamm, Rex, Mr. Potato Head, Mrs. Potato Head, Slinky Dog, Little Green Men, Trixie, Buttercup, Dolly, Mr. Pricklepants, Forky, Ducky, Bunny, Duke Caboom, Green Army Men, Evil Emperor Zurg, Bonnie Anderson, and Mrs. Anderson.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Quasimodo, Esmeralda, Clopin, and Judge Claude Frollo.

Hercules: Hercules, Meg, Philoctetes, Pegasus, Hades, Pain, Panic, Hydra, and the Muses.

The Recess: T.J. Detweiler, Ashley Spinelli, Vince LaSalle, Gus Griswald, Gretchen Grundler, and Mikey Blumberg.

Mulan: Fa Mulan, Li Shang, Mushu, Crickee, and Grandma Fa.

A Bug’s Life: Flik, Princess Atta, Dot, Heimlich, Francis, Slim, Dim, Rosie, Tuck, Roll, Manny, and Gypsy.

Tarzan: Tarzan, Jane Porter, Terk, and Tantor.

Dinosaur: Iguanodon, Styracosaurus, Brachiosaurus, Parasaurolophus, Pachyrhinosaurus, Struthiomimus, Stgymoloch, Microceratops, Pteranodon, Velociraptor, and Carnotaurus.

The Emperor’s New Groove: Kuzco, Yzma, and Kronk.

Atlantis the Lost Empire: Milo Thatch, Princess Kida, Mole, Vinny, Audrey, Joshua Sweet, and Obby.

Monsters Inc.: Mike Wazowski, James P. Sullivan, Celia, Randall Bogg, and Yeti.

Lilo and Stitch: Lilo Pelekai, Stitch, Nani Pelekai, David, Jumba Jookiba, Pleakley, Angel, Reuben, Sparky, Sample, Felix, Gantu, and Cobra Bubbles.

Treasure Planet: Jim Hawkins, B.E.N., Morph, and Long John Silver.

Kim Possible: Kimberly Anne Possible, Ron Stoppable, Rufus, Wade, Dr. Drakken, and Shego.

Brother Bear: Kenei, Koda, Rutt, and Tuke.

Finding Nemo: Nemo, Marlin, Dory, Squirt, Crush, Hank, Destiny, Bailey, Bruce, Anchor, Chum, Mr. Ray, and Nemo’s Classmates.

The Incredibles: Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl, Violet Parr, Dash Parr, Jack-Jack Parr, and Frozone.

Cars: Lightning McQueen, Tow Mater, Sally, Cruz Ramirez, Luigi, Guido, Ramone, Flo, Filmore, Sarge, Sheriff, Red, Lizzie, and Mack.

Ratatouille: Remy and Emile.

Phineas and Ferb: Phineas Flynn, Ferb Fletcher, Candace Flynn, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, Perry the Platypus, Heinz Doofenshmirtz, Jeremy Johnson, Stacy Hirano, Baljeet Tjinder, Buford Van Stomm, Gretchen, Adyson Sweetwater, Ginger Hirano, Katie, Milly, Holly, Linda Flynn, Lawrence Fletcher, Vivian Garcia-Shapiro, Pinky the Chihuahua, Terry the Turtle, Peter the Panda, Meap, Major Monogram, Carl, Vanessa Doofenshmirtz, Milo Murphy, Melissa Chase, Zack Underwood, Diogee, Candervish, and Dakota.

Wall-E: Wall-E and Eve.

Up: Carl Fredrickson, Russell, and Dug.

The Princess and the Frog: Tiana, Naveen, Louis, and Dr. Facilier.

Tangled: Rapunzel, Flynn Rider, Pascal, Maximus, Cassandra, Lance, Red, Angry, and Varian.

Brave: Merida, Queen Elinor, King Fergus, and Angus.

Gravity Falls: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, Soos, Wendy Corduroy, Waddles, Candy, Grenda, Bill Cipher, Agent Power, and Agent Trigger.

Wreck-It Ralph: Wreck-It Ralph, Vanellope Von Schweetz, Fix-It Felix, Sergeant Calhoun, Shank, Taffyta Muttonfudge, Rancis Fluggerbutter, Candlehead, Gloyd Orangeboar, Minty Zaki, Swizzle Malarky, Snowanna Rainbou, Jubileena Bing Bing, Adorabeezle Winterpop, Citrusella Flugpucker, Sour Bill, Sonic the Hedgehog, Tails, Dr. Eggman, Mario, Bowser, Ryu, Ken, Chun Li, Zangief, M. Bison, PAC-MAN, Inky, Blinky, Pinky, Clyde, Neff, Zombie, and Cybugs.

Frozen: Anna, Elsa, Olaf, Kristoff, Sven, Marshmallow, and the Snowgies.

Big Hero 6: Hiro Hamada, Baymax, Go Go Tomago, Wasabi, Honey Lemon, Fred Fredrickson, Minimax, and Aunt Cass.

Inside Out: Joy, Sadness, Disgust, Anger, Fear, Riley Andersen, Mr. and Mrs. Andersen.

Star vs The Forces of Evil: Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz.

Zootopia: Judy Hopps, Nick Wilde, Chief Bogo, and Flash.

Moana: Moana, Maui, Pua, and Hei-Hei.

Coco: Miguel Rivera, Hector Rivera, Imelda Rivera, Coco Rivera, Dante, Rivera’s Family of the Living Realm, Rivera’s Family of the Living Dead, and Pepita.

Big City Green: Cricket Green, Tilly Green, Bill Green, Nancy Green, Alice Green, Remy Remington, and Gloria Sato.

The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Eda Clawthorne, King, Hooty, Amity Blight, Willow Park, Gus Porter, Hunter the Golden Guard, and Emperor Belos.

The Muppet Show: Kermit the Frog, Miss Piggy, Gonzo, Fozzie Bear, Animal, Rizzo the Rat, Scooter, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew, Beaker, Statler, Waldorf, Swedish Chef, Rowland the Dog, Pepe the King Prawn, Dr. Teeth, Janice, Floyd Pepper, Zoot, Camilla the Chicken, Walter, Sweetums, Sam the Eagle, Bean the Bunny, Penguins, Uncle Deadly, Bobo the Bear, and Big Mean Carl.

Marvel (Earth 12041): Spider-Man, Captain America, Iron Man, Thor Odinson, Hulk, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Black Panther, Captain Marvel, Spider-Gwen, Kid Arachnid, Ant-Man, The Wasp, Ms. Marvel, Star Lord, Gamora, Drax, Rocket Raccoon, Groot, Mantis, She Hulk, A-Bomb, Red Hulk, Skaar, Moon Girl, Devil Dinosaur, Deadpool, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, Venom, Doctor Octopus, Loki Laufyson, Red Skull, Crimson Widow, M.O.D.O.K., Whiplash, and Taskmaster.

Star Wars: C-3PO, R2-D2, BB-8, Rey, Finn, Poe Dameron, Chewbacca, Kylo Ren, General Hux, and First Order Stormtroopers.

And there you have it folks. This is how I planned to add some Disney Characters including Pixar, Marvel, and Star Wars are gonna be in Amphibia: Calamity War. Also for video game characters from Wreck-It Ralph that will be guest stars for future chapter. Thanks for reading!

[zosonils]

adhd phineas content maybe ? pls ? :)

phineas has mixed adhd with a slight lean towards hyperactive!

he hyperfixates hard and fast. his hyperfixations are usually short-lived, but it’s more because he keeps latching onto new ones rather than burning out

he also hyperfocuses REALLY hard. he’d probably forget to eat most days if ferb wasn’t around to remind him to take breaks because he gets so wrapped up in what he’s doing that he can’t pay attention to anything else

he’s at his most functional during summer because he has the freedom to constantly engage with whatever interests him! during the school year he’s a lot foggier

generally when phineas is Feeling The Eighty HD he’ll just go tinker with something until he’s released enough energy to go back to focusing on what he’s supposed to be doing. inventing stuff is his most reliable self regulation tactic by a landslide and he gets antsy super fast when the option isn’t there for him

he’s almost constantly fidgeting because he’s so full of restless energy. he usually releases this energy by stimming! he’s super animated [pun kinda intended] when he stims, the funky little shape baby

it doesn’t take much to get phineas to hyperfixate on something, so he can fairly easily shift his focus for the day onto anything his friends need help with

he and ferb are an echo chamber of diverged neuro and constantly bounce their special interests and hyperfixations off each other! phineas makes sure that their projects revolve around ferb’s interests just as much as his, even if it means having to consciously shift his focus away from his hyperfixation of the week

danville is such a nice place and phineas is such a kind boy that he can evade rsd most of the time, but it hits sometimes and it hits really hard when it does

he isn’t well emotionally equipped to deal with mean people, so on the rare occasion that he does his rsd flares up a lot worse for a couple of days afterwards

candace can fairly reliably tell when phineas is feeling more sensitive than usual, and makes an effort to be nicer to him [or at least a bit less mean] when she can tell he really needs it

phineas doesn’t feel too many of the social hell side effects of adhd because he’s been raised in a very supportive environment, both from his family and from danville as a whole

throughout the series proper he’s unmedicated because his adhd doesn’t affect his life enough to really call for it. as he gets older the symptoms do start to hit a bit harder, so throughout m*ddle and high school he trials a few different medications before finally finding one that helps him concentrate without making him tired and cranky all the time

he likes sensory stimulation, but there’s a very fine line between Fuck Yes This Is Stimulating My Ay Dee Haitch Dee and Oh Shit I Just Remembered I Have Hella Sensory Issues that he can quickly trip over if he isn’t paying close attention [ie always]

i know i mentioned this earlier but god he is just physically vibing at all hours. movement gets his energy out and stimulates him all at the same time so pretty much the only time he isn’t movin’ and groovin’ is when he’s asleep [and even then he’s been known to twist and turn in his sleep]

bonus 2d headcanon: phineas2 has to mask a lot of his neurodivergent traits thanks to the far less forgiving nature of doof2’s tri-state area, but after seeing how openly his vanilla counterpart stims and infodumps and pours his entire heart into his interests he starts to break those mental blocks down and confidently express who he is. by the time doof2 has been out of power for a good while phineas2 is openly the same goofy little ball of adhd and love he is in the first dimension, albeit with much worse rsd because of the ~ t r a u m a ~

sorry this is kind of a wall of garbage hdnfkjnf i do not control the adhd any more than phineas does

[stevenuniversetanzanite]

Fallen Angel (Venable X reader) Part 4

So, I went back and read the past instalments of this series and oh my I enjoyed it. I swear I enjoy my Venable stories the most out of any of mine ever. Also realised I left out details that I need to include in my sequel and some I need to add to this one so... I fixed the minor problems and might have fixed another. I mean no one is analysing this but I like to have details correct. The only issues I saw was that I mentioned in part one was the character used to wear glasses so I have to add that to the sequel and that I said that the character was an inch shorter than Michael (in my head Michael’s about 5′10) but I forgot to mention like in the sequel the character wears four inch platformed boots (similar to the ones that all the cool goths wear) I added that in to this part but it might be forced. Oh well. 

I hope this chapter isn’t two jumpy. 

Prequel Link: The Angel Among Us (Cordelia x reader) Plot: The event’s leading up to Y/N joining Michael and the Cooperative.

Summary/idea: Two strangers come to ‘save’ the occupants of outpost 3. Neither are what they seem.

Warnings: N/A

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5 (Will add as I go)

“When was the last time you took a break? Had some fun?” You splayed yourself out on the chair in front of her desk, one of your legs flung over the armrest. The fabric of your skirt flowed perfectly down the gap between your legs. The material outlining where your frame ends giving Venable a rough idea of your body's frame while unfortunately still being clothed. Her eyes stared at you with an unquenchable level of thirst. She cursed you for wearing that long skirt.

“I have fun-” 

“I bet you do.” You rose from your chair, your skirt elegantly falling back into place without the need of adjustment. You prowled closer, eyes drifting around the room, refusing to give Venable the attention she deserved.  “Torturing the residence.” Your hand swept against the surface of Venable’s desk. “I had to stop myself from laughing when I heard about your little ‘incident’ with Stu.” You turned to her, smirking. “So clever, I would never have thought of something like that.” You were so close to her; she was forced to look up at you. She didn’t feel the urge to stand or push her chair back, that would show weakness (and standing wouldn’t help since you were taller) but not only that, she didn’t want to. “But have you ever thought about your wants? Needs? Desires?”

“What are-” Your close proximity froze her in place as if your coldness had spread to her. She memorised all your details, the alluring smile that tugged her closer to your presence without having to move. She found your temptress ways magnetic. 

“Come on V,” you purred. You elegantly found your place on her lap. When had you gotten there? Her hands were clenched tight around the armrests of her desk chair in an attempt to ground herself. Her mind was in heaven, but her body remained on earth. 

“-It’s Ms Venable to you.” She stuttered. You chuckled, it was deeper than your normal, forced high pitch voice. This was natural. You were yourself? Must be an act, Venable would have thought if she hadn’t already fallen for it. You leant against the edge of her desk, peering down at her.

“Are you sure about that?” She couldn’t speak so she nodded. You chuckled. “Alright, Ms Venable. Is there anything I can do for you?” Your hand found its way to the waist of her skirt, pulling it away from her body to only to play with the fabric.

“Y-Yes, you can-”

BANG. BANG. BANG.

FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

Venable’s eyes flew open. She huffed before easing herself out of bed. The knocking continued, Venable yelled out that she heard the first time. Who dare disturb her slumber? Mead stood at the door; the woman apologised before informing her of two purples breaking the copulation rule. Those two purples were going to pay for interrupting her dream.

She found the two in the chamber they use to clean the exposed and execute the ill-behaved. The two purples, Timothy and Emily stood their ground, confronted Venable about her made-up rules. She pulled Mead to the side and requested for her to make it as painful for the pair as possible. Mead happily agreed. Venable exited heading back to her bedroom to relieve some stress. 

Disturbed once that night was enough. Twice that night when trying to make up from the tension build for the first time was ridiculous. She didn’t expect to find a shot Mead expelling white fluid from her wound nor the damaged circuitry. The woman wasn’t even human. Her closest resident/worker was a robot, that’s got to be some cosmic joke. She’d spent a large amount of years working for those dim-whits at Kineros Robotics but for god’s sake she has HR not a robot scientist. 

She did the best job she could, “I think there’s a damaged cable and I can’t tell what it’s connected to-” she sighed. Weren’t you working on the generator, you’d have to have some experience in order to do that right, or at least have a better clue than her? “Stay here, I’m going to get some help.”

You weren’t in your room, Michael’s office or her own. She checked your secret getaway. The lights in the main room were already on. She closed the door behind her before calling your name. She didn’t gain a response forcing her to continue the game of hide and seek. 

She found you in the generator room tinkering with the machine. You had stripped down to your undergarments to avoid getting oil on your clothes. Venable’s eyes widened, her cheeks tinting to a shade of red as she didn’t expect you to be lacking clothing.

“You work in the nude?” You jumped at the sound of her voice. “You’re barely covered, you might as well not wear the additional fabric. It hides your best features.”

“If I knew you were stopping by, I would have worn less.” You wipe your hands on a rag.  You thought about what she said, “Wait- how do you know they’re my best features if you haven’t seen them?”

“You could always prove me wrong.” 

You smirked. “That’s not why you're here.”

“I need your assistance and not in that way.” Unfortunately. 

“Can I go like this?”

“And risk someone else seeing you like that? Get dressed, I’ll fill you in on your task on the way.” Once dressed, Venable walked you to her room, filling you in on the night's events. “I thought you’d ask more questions.”

“It’s not surprising.”

The damage wasn’t too bad, nothing that could be fixed by soldering the metal together. Venable observed the whole process. You checked in with Mead as you worked as she was sentient and most likely felt pain. You extracted the bullet placing it into an empty candle holder. You hid that of view as you fused the broken cable. When the bullet was seen again it was a mouldable putty constancy that you covered and blended over the entrance wound to stop anything from getting inside. The only problem was you couldn’t cover up the patch she was shot, a silver ‘wound’ would remain. 

“If you experience any problems” you said to Mead. “-or you notice any problems,” that to Venable. “Notify me immediately.” You pick up your gear and back them away. “Night Ms Mead, Ms Venable.” You exited before Venable could say goodnight back. You called her Ms Venable, that’s odd. As much as the woman would have loved to join you back in your secret getaway, she had to stay and catch up with Mead. 

You hadn't been spotted wandering about in two days causing Venable to grow nervous. She scoured every corner of the fallout shelter three times before she found you curled up on your bed in the least amount of clothes you could wear in winter. You hadn't bothered to climb under the covers, nor undo your hair from the style it was done up in. Your clothes tossed to the floor; an outfit she hadn't seen you wear before. She was unsure where you obtained your clothing but put it down to you having put it aside until you came here. 

Venable ventured closer to your bed, moving as silently as she could with her cane. She stilled when she reached the closer side to the door (saving her the unnecessary effort of walking further than needed). Your back was fully exposed to her, the faint markings of a white tattoo gone wrong, resembling more of a removal of a piece than a work done itself. It left your skin with a scarred embossing in the shape of wings.

She reached out to run her fingers over the scarification. Were the markings an attempt of beauty gone wrong? Intentional? Or a memory of a time you’d tried to forget? She was surprised she hadn’t noticed it when she last saw you lacking coverage. She hadn’t had long to take in your physical body before you noticed her presence.

You stirred causing the red head to stiffen. Her gaze darted to you; afraid she’d awoken you. You mentioned you’d spend your days in your now shared secret location. You avoided answering how often you spend your days there. This could have been one of the potentially rare times you slept and she dared to disturbed you.

“Hmm~” You wiggled under her touch, moving into the warm hand. “It’s too early,” you mumbled in a soft but childlike voice. “Five more minutes.” Venable chuckled a deep, throaty laugh at your response. You felt over your body trying to find the woman’s hand. Once you wrapped your hand around hers you smiled sweetly. 

“I missed your presence.” What did she just say?

“I haven’t been anywhere Dee.” Venable pulled away from your touch. ‘Dee?’ No that couldn’t be right. She must have misheard. She a hundred percent said ‘V’. Who would ‘Dee’ be anyway? “Baby?” You weren’t talking about her. No one called her baby.

“Dinner’s in an hour, if you aren’t dressed and there in an hour, I’ll send a grey to drag you there.” You tensed up, your mind realising your mistake. You spun around to stare at the outpost leader with a look of pure horror. She refused to acknowledge you as she left your room shutting the door behind her. You cursed under your breath.

The woman held herself together as she ventured down the corridor. She passed a few greys and two of the purples on her way to her quarters. Coco and Gallant knew something was up when they passed her, and she didn’t make a snarky comment.

For a moment you gave her hope, that someone was capable of showing interest in her. She was wrong. Tricked into having feelings for someone then- no, don’t think about it Wilhemina. She crumbled on her bed, allowing her emotions to get the better of her. 

You got changed putting on a black blouse with ruffled sleeves and collar. The collar had a dark purple and red brooch in the centre appearing like a choker over top of your clothing. Paired with the same long black skirt and shoes. You felt ridiculous, not understanding Venable’s' thing for Victorian clothing (or a slightly modernised version of it).

You made an effort to show up to the dinner 15 minutes early. Five minutes you were expected to have taken you place at the table; Ms Mead requested a word. You moved off to the side, to ensure you had complete privacy. 

“Ms Venable will not be attending dinner this evening.”

“...Okay~ Why does this concern me?”

“You're the highest ranked member present, you’ll take her place this evening.”

“What about Mickey?” He wasn’t there but you assumed he’d be considered the highest in rank in the outpost and have the rule offered to him.

“I was given explicit instructions from Ms Venable that you were to take her place in the unlikely chance she couldn’t attend.”

“Alright~” This had to be something to do with earlier. That’s why she wasn’t here. “I’ll be at the head of the table. Uh~ Can you tell the greys to place her dish aside? I’ll see it gets to her later- personally.” Mead nodded before leaving you to command the purples into a night of wonder. How hard could this be?

“Where’s Venable?”

“Are you our new outpost leader?”

“Are you here to announce who got in?” God, this was going to be a long night.

Venable couldn't wallow in her own self-pity all night. You showed her a room you used to escape, maybe she could use it two. You were bound to search for her, she'd only be delaying the inevitable.

Once there, she didn't know what to do with herself. She recalled what you’d said to her, “I’m not telling you what to do...it may be good for blackmail or getting to know your residents, guests or workers. Again, it’s down to you.” The cursor on the search button, who to search up? Start with someone simple… boring, to test the waters. Jumping to the guests would be too risky, Venable thought. It was your machine so she could search you up and who knows what Michael knows about this room. A resident would be fine, but who?

She typed in Coco’s full name into the search bar and pressed enter. She was easy enough to find, she had an Instagram page with 5k followers, not as much of an influencer as she claimed to be. The further she scrolled the more she sees the woman’s desperate attempt to become famous. The earliest photos from late 2018. She turned to the book you’d told her about to see if there was anything interesting in it when she caught a glance at the monitor to her right. She noticed the option to log in bold lettering. She doubted she’d find anything interesting, maybe a deleted photo where she thought she looked back or didn’t get a lot of likes. She clicked on it, the computer automatically filling in the details for her. You must have done some programming since then. 

Venable now had access to all her deleted and archived photos. The left monitor gave her all the details to Coco’s account, especially when it was created, 2012 which means there are six years of photos missing. Venable scrolled through all the photos again, the occasional new photo with less likes than the rest.

She reached the photos from 2018. Things got more interesting. The whole layout of her. There were photos of her and a group of young women who all appeared to be having a fun time. Unlike the others these women were stereotypically beautiful, they were normal, everyday people, something her page lacked prior. She was curious as to why Coco suddenly changed her entire page. She recognised the grey the girl ordered around. In this photo they were pals.  She kept scrolling down, slightly more interested than before. 

She stopped on one with the caption, Hands down the best teachers ever. A group of women posed for a photo, the younger ones (including Mallory and Coco) from before messing around. There were multiple photos in that post, but it was the first that caught her eye. To the left of the women mucking around was two women, an older blonde woman and- you?  Your arms loosely wrapped around the significantly shorter woman, holding her close to your person. 

Your voice popped into her head and that out of place question with it, ‘Have you ever been in love?’ You had asked when you’d been brooding. ‘You aren’t missing out on much... I thought I was in love once. I wasn’t myself... We had a falling out. Conflicting morals.’

So, there she was, the ‘love’.

‘...-and Coco's assistant Mallory- I know all about her...I'm sure it was pure coincidence that Coco's family were on vacation at the time of the apocalypse and not some external sources doing.’

You knew them and you never mentioned it to her. You must have had a falling out with the lot of them- you mentioned moral differences, was Michael that? Or was it simply a parting of ways? None of them acted like they knew you; they couldn’t have forgotten you if what Coco’s caption stated, were one of the best teachers, how do you forget the best? There was more at work than you were letting on and she’d get to the bottom of it. 

You were stunning as usual. You were a natural beauty even in the layers of clothing you drowned in. Golden wire framed glasses that perfectly framed your e/c eyes and made your face more adorable. From the height you were compared to Coco, Venable assumed you wore your staple platform boots that you’ve worn religiously since your first day. You’d told her that the only reason you hadn’t warned them was that day was because walking on rocky ground in four-inch platforms and spraining your ankle wasn’t the best introduction. Venable detested that you were naturally taller than her and then still decided to wear those ridiculous shoes. She guessed the world wouldn’t be able to handle you if you were short, it might explode from you being too cute. Venable chuckled, blushing as she thought about you. Wait-she’d meant to be angry, upset. She couldn’t be upset at you. She blamed that blonde who infected your mind.

The blonde you had your arms around looked familiar. Was she active in the public? Venable took a screen clipping of the woman before running it through the computer's search engine. An interview popped up along with a collection of articles about a school of witches in New Orleans. The blonde lady you were more than comfortable around was the head of the coven, the supreme as she called herself. Venable knew she wouldn’t like this woman. She was gorgeous and if she was as powerful as she claimed, she could understand why you would like her.

Meanwhile at the dinner, you had to listen to the purples complain about Venable for half an hour. Mead hadn’t stepped in which surprised you, maybe she expected you to say someone or order her to stop them.

“Alright, just because the woman isn’t here doesn’t give any of you the right to speak about her,” You projected your voice to the purple’s. “I thought you guys wouldn’t be dumb enough to speak about anyone negativity especially since she has the power to kill you all and no one will be stopping her this time,” the last bit directed to the young lovers who got their arse saved because Michael stopped them from getting killed. “The saying ‘the walls have ears’ exists for a reason. Did any of you notice that Mead or any of the workers were listening? One word of what you’ve said tonight gets back to your leader and you're done for. So, you best all apologise now.”

“She’s not even here-” Coco said. 

“Do you want me to bring her here and have to explain why I am making you all apologise?” That would be worse off for all of them. The blonde ‘influencer’ shook her head. They all apologised. “Good. Now once you're done you can wash your dishes. The greys on dinner can take the rest of the night off.”

“What?”

“My orders were clear. What do you not understand?”

“You want us to work?”

“Yes, Gallant. Need I remind you the only reason you're a purple is because Vanderbilt was kind enough to persuade the woman you’ve all been insulting tonight to allow you to be a purple.” You settled back down in your spot. “Mallory you too can have the night off. I know Coco will end up making you do her work. During the next hour while they are working, you can use the hot water in my quarters to freshen up and relax if you like. I know the greys don’t have good showers.” Mallory thanked you.

“You have hot water?” Coco asked peeved that they had access to hot water this whole time and she didn’t know.

“Yes, and if your behaviour impresses me, I may allow you to use it two,” You said to Coco. “However, Mallory would you be kind enough to fetch me the last plate before you take your night off.” She nodded and left to retrieve the plate for you. You looked at all the purples in front of you. “What are you waiting for? Get to work.” Everyone stood up and tucked their chairs in. “Oh, Dinah, you don’t have to help, you didn’t do anything.” Once you had Venable’s plate you left to find the woman. 

"V?" You called out into the darkness. Down the other end of the auditorium, you saw a small pinhead-sized light where the piano was. A low-pitched sound echoed through the auditorium. You crossed the floor to get to her. "I brought you your dinner."

"I'm not hungry." She pressed another key. Similar in sound to your tone death ears. 

"Come on please eat. It's only one meal a day, I'm sure you're hungry." She shook her head then played another key. You gazed followed her left hand to the keyboard. You nudged her to move over on the bench to make enough room for you to squeeze on.  She did it without complaint. She’s never been this deathly silent. You guessed you’d have to be the one to initiative the conversation. "Do you play?"

"I used to as a child. My mother forced me to play the instrument to show off to her friends,” She told you. She refused to look in your direction, not that you minded- at least she was talking. Venable avoided thinking back on her past. She was the only child of two not so loving parents. Venable learned from a young age to keep a good appearance. Her mother made the family to appear far wealthier than they were. Her mother’s circle always chatted about luxuries that they couldn’t afford- not to say they didn’t have them; they were in deep debt as a result. Her father- well Venable couldn’t remember much of the man; he was always out. She didn’t blame him, the moment she could she was gone too. Wilhelmina was deemed the family disappointment in her mother's eyes. Her back along with an assortment of other health issues she had as a child made her an easy target. As a result of her ‘shame’, she was forced to make up for her deformity through her grades but as always, they were never good enough. Her mother forced her into learning instruments, started with the piano, then moved onto the violin. If you could name it, she knew how to play it. Go to school, come home practice, do homework, sleep, repeat." She said. "I used to loathe the routine. I haven't played since I was a teen." Venable pressed another key. "I tried out your computer."

"-and?"

"You lied."

"About what?" She remained silent. "V, what did I lie about?"

"You don't care about me." Who could, she was unlovable.

"Why would you think that?"

"You said her- your ex's name- you still-"

"Mina- '' you try to take her hand, but she moved it away. "I do still- hold feelings for her but by no means am I not into you. I- love is crazy. I wasted years on a woman that couldn't see that I loved her, did that stop me? No. I waited. Far longer than I should have. I got the girl, but I don't think I ever rightfully had her. I was hyper fixated on my work, she on hers, it wasn't the right time. She's dead now. Killed by the man I work with. Do I still love her? Yes, but it's the idea of her I am. The reality was never really, truly mine."

"I don't get-" what you are saying?

"You won't get it. I don't even."

"Oh, god, my mother was right, I am unlovable."

"No. You are loveable." You pulled her so she was forced to face you. "Mina you are loveable."

"No one else would agree."

"Then they are wrong."

"Who do you know the others?"

"Who? What?"

"The Vanderbilt girl and her grey."

"How-is this relevant?"

"Answer the question."

"I can't- it won't make sense."

"Your ex was supposedly a witch, that's hard to believe."

"So am I." You guessed, it was more of an identity and you had to choose to identify as one, but the power wasn't a choice. If the witches counted Michael as a warlock then you could bend the imagination for you. Venable didn't believe you. "We'll, that's actually a human thing. But for your understanding, let's just say I am."

Now were belittling her? Human thing? Can’t you give it to her straight. She can take it. 

"I knew you were full of nonsense but this-"

Nothing added up about you. You spoke about times that would have occurred before you were born. Now that she thought about it, you’ve never mentioned how old you were. You’ve spoken so little of yourself, she hadn’t the slightest clue of the person you were before.

"I'll prove it,” You said.  “I'll … correct your spine."

This caused her to look at you properly for the first time since you joined her. "What?"

"Yeah,” You leapt up and faced her. She turned her body to face you. “It can't be too hard, I read about this sort of thing a couple years ago. I have my power back so it's safer to do."

“You would- why?”

“It will prove I’m not lying, and wouldn’t it be nice to relieve the pain it’s caused.” Venable teared up. “I’ll fix not only the physical pain but emotional- if you let me.” She considered it. No one had been able to fix it, the doctors- “Doctors are limited to their equipment Mina. I may not be a Doctor and you won’t ever need one again.” Who did you know what she was thinking? 

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“I-I tr-ust y-you,” she choked the new words out. “What do I need to do?”

“First of all, relax, I hate to see you like this.” She took a deep breath. “Second, eat your dinner. Once done, go to your room and change into a dressing gown.”

“I don’t have a dressing gown.”

“Oh... I’ll get you one.” You said. “I’ll be at your room in an hour.” After your final words you headed into the generator room and shut the door behind you.

When Venable made it to her room, she found a black dress gown laid out on her bed. You hadn’t left the generator room, when did you place that there? Magic, she thought, forcing herself not to roll her eye at the concept. She locked the door behind her to ensure that she was not interrupted. No one ever busted in, but it still felt safer to do so, she didn’t want anyone to see her less than perfectly put together.

She imagined the gown to be yours, the fabric was a fine silk. The lightweight material wasn’t something she pictured you wearing but it was on her bed. The fabric was a good insulator and your cold body would have to retain heat somehow. The gown was smooth against her skin. The scent of honey engulfed her. A lovely scent but not yours. Yours was distinct and yet indistinguishable, yours melts her brain making determining the fragrance impossible. There was a hint of smokiness, but it was an underlying due to the potentness of the honey aroma. 

With the remainder of her time, she didn’t know what to do. She rested down on her bed, pulling out the current book she was working through from her nightstand. She propped her cane against the table for easy accessibility. She didn’t know how long you would be or how long it would seem once she got started with her book. She tended to get engrossed the the novel having hours past that only seem like minutes.

Venable yawned, tried from her emotionally driven night. She didn’t understand how you managed to be upbeat all day, she assumed that would be just as tiring as being sad. Her eyes were heavy and after fighting through a few pages she decided to rest her eyes for a bit. She’d be woken up when you knock. You’d have to knock loud to get her to open the door.

The woman felt her hair fall on her face; she went to brush it off when she was beaten to it. The realisation that someone was in the room with her snapped her out of her slumber. Her eyes locked onto you leaning down looking at her fondly. 

“Morning,” your voice was as sweet as the scent of the robe she was wearing.

“What? It’s morning?” She rasped out. Her throat had gotten dry during her sleep. You chuckled, turning to get a cup of water from the bed stand. You must have brought that with you. 

“I’m only messing. It’s only been three hours.”

“You should have woken me.” How did you even get in?

“But you looked so peaceful,”

“I doubt that.”

“Also, it made it easier to work-”

“-You didn’t-”

“I didn’t touch you, in any way. I’m not a beginner,” You informed her. “Also, I would want you awake for that.” You had to turn it into an inappropriate comment. "So, how do you feel?" You helped her up.

"Did- did it work?"

"Why don't you take a look?" She looked at you. You gestured to her bedroom mirror. She grabbed her can on instinct. Slowly she unveiled her back to see no sign of her once curved spin. "You-"

"I did." You said. "It will take a few hours for you to gain your strength then you'll never need your cane again.”

She moved around getting the view of her back from as many angles as she could. "I can't believe it." Venable beamed out of pure joy. Normality at last. It shouldn’t be possible. She would no longer be in constant pain by the reminder of it. At the end of the world, with a goddess of sorts interested in her, is this making it? Had she done something right?

She had turned around fully to take herself in for the first time, she was content with what she saw.

"Believe.” You snuck up behind her resting your head on her shoulder and your arms wrapped around her waist.  “Please.” She didn’t care about your closeness or the fact that your body was pressed up against her back. She couldn’t care. “In me, you and us. "

Venable lowered her gaze. “You’re asking for a lot Y/N.”

“I know but we’re running out of time. It’s only days before Michael’s done with his results.” You spun the woman around and eased her chin upwards forcing her to look at you. “I’m afraid we won’t make the cut.”

“You work for him.”

“For purely selfish reasons. He killed everyone I knew, or so I thought. A fog had been lifted from me. I made some stupid mistakes. I mean I helped him kill everyone. For the end times, wouldn’t you stick with the winning team.” You couldn’t begin to comprehend why you helped the boy. “Oh, and there's the fact that I’m kind of related to him.”

“Pardon?”

“I’m kind of his father’s sister. Not his father on earth but huh~”

“You lost me.”

“Umm~ Okay,” you sighed trying to figure out a way to word it. “He’s the antichrist.”

“You’re the devil’s sister?” You nodded. “That makes sense.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“No one has that level of confidence, knows everything about everyone, can get their way and be human.”

“When have I gotten my way?”

“You’ve strutted around the place, gaining everyone’s trust unlike your nephew which seemed to be your plan. You forced yourself onto me, got me and you still think you haven’t gotten your way?”

“I got you?” You smirked.

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s exactly what you said.”

“Don’t get any ideas-”

“Too late,” you chirped. 

[eeveevie]

style

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style [x]

A little bit of flirting goes too far and Madelyn worries shes fractured the first real bond she’s made since leaving the vault.

❤

Deacon x Madelyn hardy (Agent Charmer)

985 words | Ao3

Midnight.

Madelyn shifted awkwardly on the roof of the Old North Church, the pebbles that had collected on the concrete slab hardly a comfortable place for somebody to try and find a little bit of peace. She couldn’t sleep, but when could she? So, instead of keeping the others awake downstairs in Railroad HQ, she ventured upstairs, farther than she ever had through the church stoops until she was overlooking the Boston Harbor.

It was a little chilly, being January, and all Madelyn had was the faded scarf Piper had gifted her, which wasn’t the warmest in these winter months. She should’ve stolen Deacon’s jacket when she had the chance—he was always shifting between disguises, would he even miss it? She tightened the trench-coat around her body, focusing on the sky—at least the stars were shining, creating a beautiful distraction.

“You aren’t dead, right?”

Right on cue—Madelyn had to smile, thinking to herself she favored that distraction over the night sky. It helped that Deacon wasn’t so bad on the eyes, when he eventually shifted into view, leaning over her sprawled out form. She flicked back her gaze to get a proper look at him, silently admiring the default outfit she had grown accustomed to seeing him in—a faded white t-shirt, worn denim jeans, and that leather jacket she’d much rather have slung around her shoulders. His hair—wig—was quaffed up, sunglasses perfectly framing his face, hiding away the most telling part of his expression as always. But Madelyn liked what she saw—more and more each day.  

“Have I ever told you how much you remind me of James Dean?” she asked, ignoring his previous question.

“You’ve mentioned it, yeah,” he replied. Something was off, judging by the tone in his voice, but Madelyn wasn’t sure if she wanted to push the issue. Before she could even tempt to, Deacon outstretched his hands. “The ground can’t be that comfortable.”

Madelyn accepted his help, laughing to herself as he lifted her up with minimal ease. “Hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” she joked, brushing off the dirt from her clothes.

She noticed the way he quickly picked back up his rifle, busying his hands as he toyed with the scope. On any other occasion, Deacon would’ve taken the opportunity to let his hands linger—he was always so touchy—something Madelyn appreciated, being a hands-on person herself. Not to sound so…lustful, or that she hadn’t thought about it, especially as the two spent more and more time together. It was a complicated mix of emotions; to be attracted but feel guilty about it all the same as she was still very much mourning the death of her husband. She wasn’t even sure how Deacon felt, even with the occasional flirting—he’d always been a mystery, Madelyn figured that would never change regardless of how close they bonded.

“On patrol?” she questioned.

“Hmm?” He was definitely deflecting. “I’m hunting rabbits.”

“Maybe you should teach me,” Madelyn mused, half in joke, half in honesty—she was a shit shot when it came to rifles. There was a reason she favored her laser pistol. “I’m a great student.”

Despite the fact she couldn’t really tell, Deacon appeared to study her for a moment and the whole interaction worried Madelyn—he never hesitated. Maybe it would’ve been better to suggest they go back downstairs and prank Tinker or…spend some time apart? But then he was smirking at her, waving for her to follow him towards the rooftop edge.

“Have you ever shot one of these?” he asked, handing off his precious rifle that he had affectionately named Bunny.

Madelyn paused, ignoring his stifled laugh when she nearly toppled over, underestimating the weight of the gun. “My uh—no.”

Deacon regarded her with a raised eyebrow but didn’t press for further information. Rather, he circled around to her back, placing her hands into the proper positions on the rifle before carefully adjusting her stance, locking her body between his and the rooftop wall. Madelyn glanced through the scope, steadying her breath—a not so easy task as Deacon’s hands gripped her waist and shoulder a little tighter, his chest pressing that much more into her back.

Madelyn was feeling snarky. Or bold—or both. “Grip me any tighter and I can help you shoot off more than rifle rounds on this roof.”  

He flinched away from her, which was the last thing she expected. She dropped her stance, turning so she could face him, heart nervously fluttering in her chest like she had said the dumbest thing possible in that moment. “Dee?”

“Don’t—”

She had definitely said the dumbest thing possible. Madelyn was overcome with dread, wondering, hoping they could come back from this.

“Any other time, Charmer,” he sighed, fingers playing along the fake hairs of his pompadour wig. “Just not tonight.”

“I’m sorry,” she offered, a shiver running up her spine—a mix of the cold and guilt. He wasn’t going to divulge, but she really couldn’t blame him when she didn’t. Not really, anyways. Not always. She pushed forth a small smile. “Remember that I’m here for you, in your corner.”

Deacon nodded, copying her smile. “Here.”

Madelyn wasn’t sure what he was inferring until he shrugged off his leather jacket, quickly placing around her shoulders before she could protest. With Bunny back in one hand, he looked at her (well, she assumed so) expectantly. She adjusted the jacket, trying not to think about how warm it felt around her frame.

“Why don’t we get off this roof and go prank one of the others?” he proposed. “Drummer Boy is just asking for it.”

“Have you been reading my mind again?” she teased, knocking her shoulder against his.

Deacon wrapped his arm around her shoulder, flashing a devilish smirk. “Of course. Including all those naughty ones about James Dean.”

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[kaseyskat]

okay but building off the tinker and callum bonding (cute idea anon) how about callum designing a cool piece of jewelry he wants to make for rayla and tinker helping him make it?

YOU HAVE THE BEST IDEAS DEE I SWEAR-

Callum, unsure of elf customs, goes to Tinker for help and decides to make Rayla a pendant and then he and Tinker make it together so that it is unique and special and Callum presents it to her for his proposal and mentions that Tinker helped make it and Rayla is just so moved and touched and ofc she says yes

[omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts]

S.O.S (Tony Stark X Reader)

Summary: After being taken as a hostage of H.Y.D.R.A in order to learn more about S.H.I.E.L.D and your teammates, being Tony Stark’s soft spot for you, he decides to save you himself.

Author’s Note: I have been watching the Iron Man movies these last few days and realized how much I love the sassy Tony Stark, in this story Pepper doesn’t work for Tony, I love pepperoni but for the sake of the story, she gone. So I decided to write this and give myself a toothache at how fluffy it is. Enjoy this short and sweet story.

Word Count: 

Warnings: fluff, mild swearing, some violence, and more fluff

The sound of combat boots slapping on the floor advances into the lab, hitting the marble, linoleum floor and the tapping of sharp, impatient nails against a clipboard. Natasha arrives in the stale room full of machines whirring and Tony tinkering away on his suit, developing new gadgets and sketching out new ideas as usual, barely looking up at her even when she’s just a step away from him, looming over his drawing table.

He flips a page of a random manual nonchalantly, speaking calmly, “What brings you to my humble abode, Romanoff?”

She looks around the room, clipboard tucked under her arm as she surveys the millions of dollars worth of toys, “I wouldn’t say humble...” 

“I was attempting at being modest,” Tony says with a forced smile, eyes still glued to his work as the graphite pencil between his hand, flips idly between his fingers. “What can I do for you, Nat?”

“Was that another attempt at being modest?” she asks.

“More like polite, but whatever floats you’re boat, I guess,” he shrugs his shoulders.

She rolls her feline, emerald eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh, and sets the clipboard down on the table, “One of my best S.H.I.E.L.D coworkers was just taken hostage by H.Y.D.R.A operatives and they’re torturing her for information-”

“And how does that concern me?” he says, blowing the eraser shavings off of his sketchpad and putting the pencil to the paper.

“You didn’t let me finish,” she puts both hands on the desk now, auburn hair falling down her leather clad shoulders.

“You don’t have to,” he says, propping his cheek up with his elbow on the table, mind clearly elsewhere. “This sounds like a problem for S.H.I.E.L.D, you know... the people that employed her in the first place.”

She rolls her neck, looking at him with a bored expression, tapping the table, “Tony-”

“I don’t know what you want me to do here,” he shrugs once again, drawing away while she continues to get his attention.

She sighs again, “Tony-”

“I’m not going on some wild goose chase to get some terrorists that may or may not get me and this employee killed,” he groans in frustration and crumbles up the sheet of paper, throwing it behind him in his trash bin, flipping to a new page and pulling up ideas on his hologram computer.

“I’ve done that already once before,” he frowns. “If they’ve had her for long, then she’s already gone. I’m so-”

“Tony,” she says, raising her voice with him as if she’s a mother scolding an insolent child. “The employee is (y/n).”

He stops drawing and the pencil between his fingers snaps in half, clattering on the table when he finally looks up at Natasha at the mention of your name.

“I-I know a lot of (y/n)’s, Natasha,” he says, trying to play it off when he grabs another pencil from his drawers. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“(Y/L/N)... (y/n), (y/l/n),” she clarifies, once again, taking her clipboard back in her arms. 

He snaps another pencil in two, “Shit,” he mutters, pushing out his seat and walking over to where his suit is, stepping onto the platform that dresses him in the Iron Man ensemble for him. “Why the hell didn’t you say that in the first place?”

Nat smirks, folding her arms over her chest, “I didn’t know it would make a difference,” she lies. Yes, she did.

He turns back to her, holding his arms out on either side of him as all that’s left to put on is the helmet, slowly dropping from the ceiling, “It-it... it doesn’t, she’s just... a valuable member to the team, as you’ve already said.”

Natasha hums in response, nodding while her red lips curl smugly more and more. She steps up to him just as the helmet slides on his head.

“Do I need to go get the team?” Nat raises her eyebrows. “You know... the ones that employed her...” she mocks.

He bites back a snarky response, which physically pains him to so, “No...” he says, the front of the helmet closing.

“I’ll do it myself.”

~~~

He holds his arms at his sides, hand boosters providing his landing as his iron boots swiftly hit the ground, grabbing the attention of H.Y.D.R.A burly security guards, turning to hi, with their guns on the ready.

“Tweedledum,” Tony nods to the guard on the left before turning to the guard on the left, tilting his head, the helmet hiding his smirk. “Tweedledee. I’m here to pick up Alice.”

They share a look between each other, before looking at him with confused expressions, “Who?” one says in a thick, Russian accent, too dazed to pull the trigger on the mystery man in a metal suit.

Tony clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, stepping towards them, “Wha- Wait, I can do better than that, hold on, give me a second-”

They aim the guns at him, “Don’t get any closer.”

Tony stops, cocking an eyebrow inquisitively, shaking his head, “I wouldn’t do that if I were-”

The man on the left fires the machine gun and hits the suit square in the chest before ricocheting back to him and nailing the man in the head, falling limp to the ground.

“...You,” he finishes with a loud sigh, holding up his arm and powering up the rocket launcher above his hand, the small but dangerous missile aiming straight ahead at the heavily locked door. “Okay, so the first guy was an idiot, I’m hoping you’re a bit smarter than that. I’ll give you a ten second head-start for you to run in the other direc-”

The man ignores his warnings and pays no second thought as he’s running straight on towards Tony, right in front of his aimed missile, ready for a fight. Tony rolls his eyes, having lost interest, and fires the rocket, the man’s eyes widening as he leaps out of view, the door bursting open with a cloud a smoke and a dramatic entrance from Stark.

“I overestimated you, Tweedle-Dee,” he turns around to say to him, lying unconscious on the ground. “But I can’t say I’m surprised-”

“Stop right there and put your hands in the air, Mr. Stark,” a H.Y.D.R.A operative says, machine gun on his shoulder and he points it at Tony.

“Hey,” Tony chuckles, looking around the room. “That rhymed!”

The men’s faces around are deadpan, paying him no mind as all of their guns are pointing towards him, awaiting orders to kill.

“Nothing? Really?” Tony asks. “Wow, tough crowd.”

The man disregards his joke and hovers his finger over the trigger, “Don’t move any further or I will shoot.”

Tony groans, “Jesus, are all of you guys shit-for-brains... or am I just lucky?” he quips, turning to all of the soldiers, lifting a dark eyebrow. 

He throws his head back with a soft laugh, “I’m going to be feeling this in the morning,” he whispers to himself before charging ahead, toppling over the soldiers and running down the hall as bullets fly around like a deadly rainstorm. 

He gets to a steel door, hoping to whatever higher power there is in the universe that you’re in this one, barreling through the door with his shoulder, sending it flying off the hinges. 

Tony searches the room before finding you in a rather compromising situation, leather, bodysuit similar to Natasha’s unzipped all the way down your torso, revealing a thin, gray tank beneath it and a deep, blue sports bra, dirt smeared on your sweat stained cheeks, hair a mess down your shoulders in ruffled waves, and your legs wrapped around a man’s neck in a choke-hold.

Tony’s eyes are wide and he taps his helmet, showing his face, “(Y/N)?”

You look up at the sound of the familiar voice and raise your eyebrows, “Tony? What the hell are you-”

The soldier underneath you takes your moment of hesitance to punch up your jaw, causing you to fall onto the hard, stone floor.

Tony’s eyes almost bulge out of his head, fear evident in his voice, “(Y/N)!”

You spit out blood and rub where he hit you, a dull, throbbing pain along your cheek, a bruise slowly blossoming, “Shit,” you mutter before sweeping his legs out from under him from where you’re laying on the floor, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips, returning the favor when your fist collides with his nose, knocking him out.

You swing your legs off of him and stand up, the other soldiers you previously fought, all lying unconscious on the ground. 

You face Tony and your chest heaves, “What are you doing here? I had it handled.”

“Clearly...” Tony says, still in disbelief as his eyes fall over the men you sent flying just moments before. “I forgot how badass you are.”

You tilt your head, shaking your head with a small laugh, “You still haven’t answered my question, Tony.”

“Well, I was told one of S.H.I.E.L.D’s finest was taken hostage by H.Y.D.R.A and took the matter into my own hands,” he says, walking towards you.

You look him over, old memories flooding back and you gulp, biting back a smile, “Really?” you ask, finding a hard time believing what he’s saying, it doesn’t sound like the Tony you know at all.

“Without a second thought,” he says, sincerely, catching you off guard with the look.

“I’m flattered, Stark,” you chuckle and Tony curses himself for letting it go straight to his heart, hitting him harder than when he hit that door.

“You, uh...” he nods, lost in thought from looking at you. “You... should be. I’m a very busy man and I had to cancel lots of things to fit this in.”

“I’ve missed you, old man,” you smirk.

He cracks a half-smile despite himself, “I missed you, too, kid.”

You turn away before he can see the flush in your cheeks, thanking the universe for the dirt on your face that covers the redness. “We should go, before they find out you’ve helped me escape.”

“So you admit I helped you?” his lips quirk. 

“Can we not do this right now?” you sigh.

“Do what?” he smirks, amused by how flustered you’re getting by his blatant teasing. You tell yourself you hate it, but the blush on your face says otherwise. “You’re the one coming onto me.”

Your eyes widen and you scoff, “Coming onto yo-” you stop yourself and let out a deep breath. “You know what, we’ll discuss this later when I kick your as-”

Soldiers storm into the room and Tony wraps his arm around you, shutting his helmet, the eyes lighting up when he looks down at you.

“Hold on,” he says, pulling you to his chest, your hands resting against the metal.

You frown, “Tony-” you start, unable to finish when you’re being flown off the ground, straight through the ceiling and roof, Tony’s arm shielding you from the debris while his other is still holding you securely.

He flies close to the clouds, wind ruffling your hair as you clench your eyes shut, wrapping your arms around his neck when you begin to slip from his grasp, breath catching when you catch sight of the city below you.

You shut your eyes, whispering, “Shit, shit, shit, shit-”

Tony chuckles, the sound vibrating through him, “Calm down, (y/n), I got you.”

You laugh wryly, still afraid you’ll fall when his grip on you tightens, “Calm down? I’m flying hundreds of feet in the air with the birds, being held only by Tony Stark in a fucking, metal suit and you want me to calm down?”

He loosens his hold on you and you squeal, wrapping your arms tighter around him and your legs around his waist. He laughs at you, smiling through the iron mask.

“Maybe you should hold me a little closer, there’s still some room you left between us,” he smirks.

“Fuck you, Stark,” you roll your eyes, tightening your hold on him when he begins to descend towards the Avengers tower, drawing closer to the balcony.

“Maybe later, sweetheart,” he winks through the mask, but you hear the smirk in his low voice by your ear as his feet hit the balcony, letting you go and stepping on the platform that takes off his suit.

You walk alongside him as the robot arms pull away the metal from his body, his eyes following your suddenly timid movements.

“Why so shy now, (y/n)?” he raises an eyebrow, stepping inside with you walking beside him, crossing your arms over your chest while you take in his lab. It’s been awhile since you’ve been here.

“Not shy, just...” you run your hands up and down your arms. “Just thinking.”

He sees you shiver and takes his leather jacket from his chair, stepping up behind you and hanging it over your shoulders, warming you up.

You turn your head to throw a smile at him from over your shoulder, “Thanks.”

He looks at you for a moment and clears his throat nervously, “No, uh... no problem. You got hit pretty hard back there,” he says, pulling his hands away and walking over to his fridge to grab an ice pack.

“Yeah...” you say, instinctively reaching up to touch the bruise that’s now adorned your cheek, coloring your skin in purple. “I’ve never seen you that concerned for someone before,” you say, running your hand along his shelves on your way to his desk.

He smirks, “You’re not just anyone.”

You look down and smile, tucking hair behind your ear while you sit on the edge of his desk, crossing your legs as he walks back over to you looking over his sketches.

“These are amazing,” you say, looking at him when he stands in front of you, ice pack in hand.

He looks at you and the soft smile that graces his lips is the one that’s only meant for you when a light pink dusts over his cheeks, “Oh, well... they’re not much, just future ideas, but... thank you.”

You grin, “Are you being modest?”

He rolls his brown eyes, lips edging into a smile when you continue to look at him for an answer, “Why does everyone think I can’t be modest? I can be modest.”

“Modest people don’t call themselves modest, Tony,” you let out a giggle that’s unlike you, but one that always seem to leave you when your around him. It’s like the child in him ends up bringing out the child in you as well.

He bites his tongue and gently presses the ice pack to your jaw, wiping the smile off your face, a pained wince leaving your lips when the cold comes in contact with your hot skin. 

“Tell me if I’m being too rough, alright?” he says, getting a little closer to hold it better for you, feeling guilty that if it weren’t for him distracting you from your mission, you wouldn’t have been hit.

“Do we need a safe word too?” you tease him with a small smile, enjoying how flustered he gets when you do so.

He darts his tongue out across his bottom lip and half-smirks, “You’re a lot more trouble than your worth, kid.”

You look at him while he stares intently at the ice pack in his hands instead of in your eyes, “You’re not that much older than me, Stark.”

“I’ve got an old soul,” he meets your eyes and you roll yours. “It makes me older than everyone.”

“You’re a child,” you chuckle.

“A child that saved your life,” he corrects you, fingers accidentally brushing against your jaw when his hand slips, calloused touch sending your head into over-drive. “A thank you would be nice.”

You want to argue but you see the fear in his dark eyes, the same from back in the interrogation room, that if something were to happen to you, so you cut your losses and look at him, “Fine... Thank you, Tony.”

“I... I didn’t quite hear you,” he says, cupping a hand over his ear. “Come again?”

“That’s because you aren’t wearing your hearing aids like you’re supposed to, old man,” you laugh loudly, making him smile. 

“You’re lucky I like you, (y/n),” he says as more a warning than a compliment. “If it was anyone else in there, I wouldn’t have done it.”

“Yes,” you say, quieter this time when he gets closer. “Lucky me.”

Your noses brush and you realize you’re only a breath away from each other, the smell of scotch and whiskey on his breath from a day of work and your familiar aroma of rose and mint, even under the musk of sweat.

“What’d they do to you in there?” he asks.

“Just another day on the job,” you say, trying to laugh to lighten the mood but it comes out weak. “But I’m fine, really, they didn’t get anything out of me and were too preoccupied getting their asses kicked to interrogate me.”

“By you or me?” he smirks.

“Let’s just say it was a collaborative effort and leave it at that,” you offer and he agrees with a smile, one of the few genuine ones you get from him these days.

“Does this make us a... team now?”

“Oh, God, no,” you giggle and he grins. “Could you imagine, we’d butt heads constantly.”

“If I had to butt heads with anyone,” he looks up at you, faking seriousness. “I’m glad it’s with you.”

You throw your head back with laughter, wincing when your head pounds because of it, but you smile through it, letting him press the ice a bit harder, “How sweet.”

He half-smiles, “I missed your laugh. I haven’t missed your teasing, though.”

“You adore my teasing,” you smile coyly when the smirk on his face confirms your suspicions. 

Then you bite your lip and he catches the action, licking his own lips when his mouth runs dry, wanting to walk away before he does something stupid. But before his mind can fully function, your lips are brushing.

“(Y/N)...” he rasps, gulping audibly and the ice pack drops to the floor, neither of you paying any mind to it.

You’re cheeks are scarlet, lip caught between your teeth, and suddenly you’re a teenage with a crush all over again.

“We can’t...” you whisper and meet his eyes.

“I know,” he frowns thoughtfully, his heart beating loud enough for you to hear.

Natasha walks into the room, the sound alone enough to send you away from each other, Tony stepping backwards like your skin’s on fire.

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose with a frustrated sigh, “What now, Romanoff?”

Nat feigns innocence with a hand over her chest in mock hurt, then she turns to you, “You got (y/n) back. And taking good care of her, too, I see...”

You roll your eyes fondly at your life-long best friend and walk over to wrap your arms around her, the comfortable scent of her shampoo enough to make it feel like home. 

“I would have gone after you myself but he insisted,” she whispers in your ear, but loud enough for him to hear as well, and you laugh quietly at the thought. 

“Insisted?” you turn around and look at him, smugness in your tone. 

Tony sends a deadly look to Nat for telling who only responds with a smirk and a pleased lift of her eyebrow when he says, “I didn’t insist, Natasha, I only... wanted to see if she was okay.”

You look at Tony and smile softly, an expression warm enough to relax him into looking back at you.

Nat points to the corner of her curling ruby lips, “You have some drool... right here, big guy.”

Tony flips her the bird on his way back over to his desk, ruffling through the scattered mess of his papers, and taking a sip of his left open scotch.

“So, (y/n)...” Nat turns back to you. “I have good news.”

“That’s a first,” you snort.

She laughs lightly, “Congratulations, (y/n)...” she hands you her clipboard. “You’re an Avenger.”

Your eyes widen and you grin widely, “Are y-you... are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” she smiles. “And you’ll have a mentor to show you a ropes, someone to help you around, and give you a feel for the team.”

You take the clipboard in your hands and you’re too shocked to speak, one of the few moments where you’re completely speechless, only one word finding you when you ask, “Who?”

It’s Nat’s turn to grin when she nods behind you, “Tony Stark, of course.”

Tony chokes on his drink.

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@gamenu​ asked:  "Oi, this thing tha Prefec' had me fix. A ray-dee-oh? I's so cool! I's like a music box ya don' gotta wind up! An' i's got differen' songs too!" Rather excitable, the tinker-talent fairy is more than happy to share her findings with the other fae in the dorm. Sure you have one from Briar Valley, and one from an isolated island...but they can get along in their discoveries of the modern world together, right? Placing the radio on the counter between the two, Naira pushes the button to turn it on and listens to the static filled music that comes from it. "Amazing!"

Nieve peered down at the little box with interest, cocking her head slightly to the side as it began to play music. She had little music boxes when she was young, probably still had them tucked away somewhere if she was honest, but they looked nothing like this. And each one of them required the little wind up that the other had mentioned this one lacked. 

“Where is the dancing princess? Ive never seen a music box without a little trinket to spin and dance on it. And it plays multiple songs? How?”

Nieve loved learning about things from the other countries. She would even boast to say that with her unique situation she knew much more than most about them, living in one of the very few personal residences in Briar Valley that was equip with electricity. But this was nothing short of amazing to her.

“How did you fix it? What was wrong?”