Quick PSA!
Not too many people have been doing this, but please don't send requests through messages! I don't respond to them.
If requests are open, you will see a little button that looks like this:
If they're closed, that button won't appear. If you don't see the above button, then requests are closed. Please don't click this button if you want to request:
...because I don't respond to or even look at requests there. That's my messages box, which is open 24/7 in case anyone has questions for me, concerns (which i hope you're not concerned. I try to be very un-concerning) or even just wants to chat. But, again, requests go in the "send him somewhere" box. I'm a lot more likely to respond to you (by like 99%) if you send it through that button.
Request Guidelines will be replaced with this as the pinned post, but they're also gonna be linked in the bio for future reference.
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Leo and Donnie, Treat (also love your works.. i got a prompt at 2am my time IMBI updated, and i woke up in a rush to read it)
Thank you!! A little Leo and Donnie treat for you ^^
Can you tell I didn’t know how to end this one?
No warnings this time
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Mikey is out with Draxum and Splinter and Raph are out having father-son bonding time and Donnie is in the kitchen getting more coffee which means the sneeze he just heard from the living room has to be Leo.
The initial sneeze is followed by another, then a third and a fourth and a fifth because even with sneezing Leo has to be dramatic.
Donnie stares at his coffee and tries to rationalize. Maybe Leo just breathed some dust - Pizza Supreme knows they haven’t dusted in at least six months. Or maybe he got a tickle from some of Dad’s fur. Or he stared too hard at a light bulb.
Leo coughs, deep and hacking from his chest, followed up with a sniffle, and Donnie sighs and fills his coffee mug.
“Noooo, you can’t be sick,” he says as he walks out. “I’m the only one here to take care of you.”
Leo is sprawled in Splinter’s chair, wearing the hoodie he only wears in the lair in the dead of winter (or when he’s sick) and the fuzzy socks reserved for very cold days (or when he’s sick). He looks Donnie right in the face and says, “Well lucky for you I’m not sick.”
Like a liar.
“Yes you are,” says Donnie, exasperated.
“Prove it.”
“You have a temp of 100.4,” he says, goggles down now.
“I always run hot.”
“No you always run cold, dum-dum.” Donnie flicks the goggles back up, debating getting a mask before he goes any closer. “At least tell me if what you have is contagious.”
Leo sulks down further into the chair, but at least he’s not denying it anymore. “I did a test. It’s just a sinus infection, so, you’re safe.”
Well that’s good for Donnie, but it does not change the fact that Leo is sick. And Donnie is the only one here.
“I’ll make you some tea,” he says, and turns to go back in the kitchen.
“You still don’t have to take care of me,” Leo calls after him, but Donnie ignores him. He’s already going over what he needs.
He sets the tea kettle going, then heads for the train car they’re using as a medbay. They don’t have any antibiotics, so he has his computer search up the ones they need and then hack an order to a local pharmacy, paid for by an insurance company his family definitely doesn’t use. Then he sends a text to Raph asking him to pick it up on the way home.
(Raph texts back a few minutes later asking if they need to come back early, to which Donnie responds with a negative.)
In the meantime he grabs a decongestant and and fever reducer. Then some cough drops, and a box of tissues, because if left to his own devices Leo will be disgusting.
Then he’s off to Leo’s room for his blanket and pillow. When Leo’s sick, he sleeps better in front of the TV.
Finally he goes to their film collection and grabs a few of Leo’s favorite JJs to queue up. Then it’s back to the kitchen for the tea.
When he returns, arms and battleshell appendages laden, Leo is just finishing another coughing fit. He looks up through watery eyes that go wide on seeing Donnie.
“Thought you said you were getting tea,” he says.
“And a few other things.” He hands over the tea and the medicine. “Here.”
Leo takes it without complaint, at least. Donnie hands off his pillow next, then starts up the first movie. The opening refrain of Jupiter Jim Last Trip to the Moon 7 fills the otherwise quiet room.
There is one more thing that makes Leo feel better when he’s sick. If Mikey or Raph were here, Donnie would pass the job off to them, but they aren’t, so it falls to Donnie.
“Scoot over,” he says, matter-of-fact.
Leo looks bemused. And sleepy. Mostly sleepy. “Huh?”
“Scoot. You’re hogging the chair.”
It takes Leo another second, but he catches on. A small smile growing on his face, he shifts over so Donnie can fit next to him, rearranging the pillow so it’s behind both of them and the blanket so it’s draped over all four legs.
Then he reclines the chair a bit and opens his arms without comment.
Immediately Leo has snuggled in against him, head buried under Donnie’s chin. He lets out a long, content (but still very congested) sigh, wiggling a bit to get comfy.
“As soon as my legs fall asleep you’re getting dumped in the floor,” Donnie tells him with no bite.
“Sure, D,” Leo answers, already sounding drowsy.
Donnie does not dump Leo in the floor. Not even when Raph gets home, grinning as he takes a picture.
He can get his revenge for that later.
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woo, new fic chapter! this is a completely normal day at the Afton Household, yep, mhm, nothing to see here-
Chapter Eight: A (Mostly) Quiet Day In The Afton Household
(warnings for mentions and references to homophobia, as well as internalized homophobia)
fun fact: both William and Michael are bi. William technically found out in high school, but due to Michael dealing with Similar Shit at a similar age, William just assumes that this is just something all teenage boys go through. so he still doesn't really know he's bi himself.
i just find the trope of "this villain character is a horrible person in some way (in Afton's case, Child Murder), but they're not homophobic/transphobic/etc." to be pretty interesting.
@that-darn-clown here it is!
the last chapter before shit hits the fan :)
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the thematic parallels of martyn picking his battles and staying out of certain conflicts/having the upper hand because he listens in on conversations compulsively and frequently, versus grian getting INTO conflicts and battles and shenanigans because he can’t help but watch constantly and usually gets caught, and when he doesn’t get caught he ends up meddling anyway and causing even more chaos.
fundamentally, martyn does joke around, he does things for the hell of it, but ultimately he always has some plan, is always wary, and is willing to do whatever it takes to see the games through to the end; his goal is just making it out, no matter the cost. martyn only listens as a means to an end- he’s more than capable of surviving in other ways, as he’s proven by being one of the last four players on the server the past Three Life Games, but he’s compelled to listen, to play it safe, to be underestimated. martyn doesn’t really care about any of his allies, not truly. he’d betray most in a heartbeat, honestly, if we don’t count ren. and even then, if it came down to either martyn or ren, while martyn would pick himself any day, ren is the one ally i think he truly, deeply cared about. it’s a life or death situation, and martyn treats it as such, picking his loyalties but never dying for them.
grian, however, does what is interesting, what is appealing; a lot of what he does is a performance, progressing the plot; he’s both the consumer and the producer of the entertainment. grian loves watching, it’s a part of who he is, but he loves playing the game for what it is, loves influencing the outcome, far more. grian treats the world like the game it is, but his loyalties run deep
martyn the listener trying to survive v grian the watcher in it for the ride.
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