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k1ngarlo · 2 months ago

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Mansaku Sano Headcannons (sorry)

He'd cut fruit for you.

He'd cook for you.

He'd mostly follow your lead.

He'd definitely help or aid you in anyway, mostly injuries, or getting you out of social trouble if you're in any.

His name Mansaku means help, aid.

He talks about how he feels younger around you.

Talks about how when he was young, he was much taller but because of his bad back (+ scoliosis) he shrunk.

Like he's living his life all normal, and then you come along and boost him in and out, suddenly he wants to do things for you. He wants you in his family because you're so kind and he can see it happen.

Would def grow flowers and give them to you.

Ya'll ever argue, and you're being petty (it's funny to look at), he's reading his newspaper absent mindedly.

Has a kind personality and a strong one, he's always determined to help you. (You can see him resemble Shinichiro/Takemichi in that way).

Would massage your shoulders, feet (if you're massaging them yourself, he'd come over).

In turn you'd massage his back, bro would be blushing in embarrassment. If not, then he would still feel it.

The Sano house not only looks traditional, but it's ran by our old man. You can see how Emma and Senju are in similar circumstances but turned out differently. So Mansaku would hold a few traditional beliefs. Ofc Emma and Senju have their own choices and are different people, but environment plays a factor.

He mentions you to his students in the dojo, like: "gotta end early today because..." or "you guys like the flowers outside? it's for...."

You would probably drop by with a pack of bottled water and he'd keep it in the dojo in some corner if anyone needs.(my dojo sometimes had water BUT YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO DRINK TILL AFTER CLASS. HE'D DO THE SAME).

Spaces out while training his students because of you. He'd tell everyone to run laps instead and stop when he says so. Then lose count. (i stg my instructor did that).

You'd be close with Emma. Everyone is. Emma would hope to have love when she's older. Uses your relationship to think about her future with Draken.

Manjiro would have a respectful approach to you. He'd laugh at Emma talking about romance/love or something.

Shinichiro might try to hit on you lowkey. No one is safe from him.

Izana would be happy cause he sees his family growing. He gets to experience what it's like having a grandma. He's respectful to you, his elder and might feel a bit touched.

If you're young, Shinichiro would be weirded out, would hit on you still.

Mikey would be out of the house a lot more, he doesn't wanna see.

Izana isn't even home that much because of Mikey. It's all Mikey's fault (Kazutora is that you?).

If you look young, obviously Shinichiro would hit on you (its as a joke, he don't mean it), Emma would ask for your secret. N/A for Mikey or Izana.

You'd do his eyebrows, or he fixes them up already. NOW *cracks knuckles* time to get serious. Mansaku Sano (Grandpa Sano) Prime.

(Wat is bro doing.)

He's a fast learner.

You're with the coolest guy in his prime.

He's a fast guy.

He's the type to run all the way to your house if you need help or he thinks you need it. I imagine him having some kind of 6th sense.

Surface level he seems stiff, like no emotions. You're likely to have an arranged marriage with him like back then in the good ol days with strict supervision around you two.

But if it's love, then it comes from school.

He's the type to inspire you, he's confident, and his smile shines bright (i imagine him being more like Mikey comforting or reassuring his homies. ex. season 2 when he's driving with Mitsuya at the start, and with Takemichi near the end on his bike).

He's the type to write letters.

This is generations ago, so he's the type to keep his distance physically and be respectful. Even if you make the first move.

His main love language is acts of service.

Since Mansaku is a prodigy (according to himself), he's fierce, and a bit old I imagine to have gone through traumatizing ass casual training to emotions. Which lead him to wanting to aid people and passing that lesson/attribute down. (I mean look at how helpful Emma is wanting to protect her brother, her interactions with Hina, Mikey wanting to help Izana, there's other stuff I can't write from the top of my head, Shinichiro helping Izana, Seishu, Emma, who knows what else he did in his journey).

In an nfsw setting, he's be slow and gentle weather he likes you romantically or not. If you're both emotionally connected or on the same wavelength depending on the context then omg it'd feel so freakin special.

You'd fall first, he'd fall later. As long as you're not a shitty person.

In the end you die. Sano Russian Roulette is what you're signing up for. ♡

Just for the sake of it, I'll say that the dark impulses are something passed down from you. Back then with trad beliefs, it was frustrating growing up. You had a lot of rage. Luckily for you, Mansaku is patient, strong, and he's got that charming smile to keep you grounded.

If you do garden work, he continues to grow the flowers/fruit/veggies you grow cause it's natural for him.

If you show him your favorite meal and he remembers, he made it for himself and you. Too bad you're not here. But your beautiful daughter is.

Crying when your guys' daughter gets married, he feels like he's living his best life when his grandson is born aswell. (If you're dead it really feels like he's able to move on to find happiness, he's healing).

Scared more than ever for the first time in a long time, when his daughter is sick in the hospital. Acts of service to the max, it's a responsibility, a curse, whatever.

Honestly there has to be some kind of superpower thing in this family. We got 2 prodigies in the family(himself and mikey), Shin with powers, grandsons with some kind of raging curse.

requests open.

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likablemuffin · 6 months ago

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Magic always has some background tricks

(Hi :0 soooo... this is a gift for the absolutely wonderful @sloppy-syrup !! Me and them made up some lore based on their absolutely fabulous art you can find here! I ended up saying I would write something for it, and now I finally have! Terribly sorry for how long the wait was, writers block really just went B O N K

Hope you enjoy!! :DD)

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Leo was so excited!

He and his brothers had somehow managed to get tickets to an exclusive magic show! How on earth Leo managed to get the tickets, no one ever knew.

Leo hurriedly rushes his brothers to get ready, as they're taking too long! The show starts soon, and they're not even driving there yet!

"Come on, you guys! It's not that hard to get ready! We're not even dressing in suits or anything!" Mikey quickly stuffs random stuff in a bag. It's mostly his art supplies. "I know, I know! But if there's something cool that happens, I'm going to wanna draw it!" Leo groans and shakes Mikey's shoulders several times, as if that would help Mikey go faster. "Everything there is gonna be cool! We don't have time for this!!"

Mikey scoops up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. "Okay! I'm done! We can go!" Leo jumps in place a few times out of pure excitement and grabs Mikey's hand, zooming out of Mikey's room to find the others.

Once Leo gathers them all, they all hop in the turtle tank and start driving away. Leo wanted desperately to drive, but both Raph and Donnie knew that he'd drive way too fast to try and get there sooner, so Raph drove instead.

They park the obnoxiously large turtle tank in front of the building where the magic show is, and all walk into the building.

It doesn't look very nice on the inside... the chairs seem mostly mismatched, and there are several very noticeable cobwebs and old boxes in the corners. The stage looks a bit dirty, and the curtains for the stage are ripped.

The turtles stand in the doorway for a few seconds, eyeing the scene before walking in.

"Well, this place is...interesting..." Raph says to break the silence. "Yeah... hoping it'd be more...normal." Leo says with disappointment very clear in his voice. Raph notices he sounds disappointed and pats his head. "I'm sure it'll still be fine, little bro." Leo chuckles. "Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine!"

The four take a seat and wait for a couple of minutes for the show to start. The lack of people is truly very confusing, but they don't act too bothered about it.

The curtains finally open, and a bulky man steps out wearing...a cardboard box? On his head. Everyone straightens in their seats as the man turns to look at them. "Hello, my wonderful guests! How is everyone this night?" Leo nods vigorously and sticks his thumb in the air. "Ah, doing great, I see!" The man chuckles to himself. "Well, I hope you all are ready to be blown away by the coolest magic tricks you will ever see!"

And with those words, the man takes off his top hat, and a whole bunch of doves come flying out. Leo and Mikey clap their hands in delight.

The magic show continues on, with the magician doing tons of cool magic tricks that Leo, even as skilled in magic as he says he is, didn't understand how he did them. The brothers all stare at him in awe as the show continues. (well, except for Donnie, he kept mumbling to himself that science could do all the magic tricks way better.)

Finally, the magician finishes up. "Thank you all so, so much for coming!" Donnie mumbles something to himself about how there were only the four of them, so it was stupid to say "you all", but no one pays attention to him.

"Now, I will choose one of you to see the next magic trick finale that will happen during my next show!" The turtles look at each other with confused expressions on their faces. Does that usually happen? Oh well, maybe it's just special for them because they're the only four who showed up!

The magician points his finger at the crowd (consisting of only four people) and moves it around a bit until it lands on...

Leo.

"You! Young man! Come up here, and I will show you the next trick!" Leo practically jumps out of his seat and runs up the steps on the side of the stage. The magician puts his arm around Leo's shoulders. "What's your name, young man?" Leo smiles widely at him. "Leonardo! Or just Leo!"

The magician nods and points to Leo's brothers. "Do not fear; I will give your brother back after he sees the next amazing magic trick! Come with me, dearest Leonardo!" Leo sticks his tongue out at his brothers before following the magician behind the stage.

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Behind the stage, there are several more boxes of stuff than in the main room, but at least there are no cobwebs here. The magician shuffles through one of the boxes and pulls out a gorgeous mask that's even Leo's favorite color! Blue! Leo stares at the mask for a few moments until the magician speaks. "Will you be willing to put this mask on?"

Leo snaps out of his trance and stares at the magician. "You want me to put it on? Why?" Look, it might just be a mask, but still, putting something on that you get from a stranger isn't a good idea. "It's for the next show, remember? A magician never reveals their secrets!" Leo should be more cautious, but in all honesty, Leo trusts this guy! I mean, he's just a magician! What's the worst he can do?

So, Leo grabs the mask and puts it on.

Everything seems normal at first, but Leo slowly notices floating cards start appearing around him. "What the..." He whispers to no one but himself. He stares at the cards with awe, and he doesn't take his eyes away for even one second. The magician seemingly fades from view, and honestly, Leo forgets he was even there in the first place, even though he was the one who gave him the mask. Leo's eyes slowly turn into black and white swirls, and he simply stares at the cards in front of him.

The magician chuckles watching the turtle instantly fall under the spell and takes off his cardboard box head. Hypno shakes his head a few times after he takes it off. "Blimey, that wasn't very comfortable to wear!" He looks at Leo, who is still stuck in a trance, and smirks. "Well, well, look at the catch of the day..."

He walks up to Leo and waves his hand in front of Leo's face several times. When Leo doesn't respond at all, Hypno laughs to himself and takes out his floating rings. "Let's go show your brothers this magic trick, shall we?"

Hypno puts one of his floating rings up to Leo's neck and starts leading him out from behind the stage.

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Raph stares at the spot where Leo disappeared behind the stage. "He's been back there a while, don't ya think?" Donnie rolls his eyes and scrolls on his phone. "Don't worry; I'm sure he's fine. He probably got caught up talking to the magician." Mikey bounces in his seat. "What do you think the magic trick was? Aw man, I really wish I got chosen instead of Leo!"

A voice suddenly rings out through the whole room. "There has been a change of plans! I have decided to do the final trick today! Just as a special treat for you all coming today."

Leo suddenly appears on the stage in a poof of smoke wearing a strange mask, with...Hypno standing next to him, holding one of his floating rings in front of his neck. Leo doesn't even seem to notice that he just suddenly appeared in a different place than where he last was.

Before anyone can say anything, Hypno speaks up. "Of course, I'm sure you're all quite confused, but do not fear! This last act is the simple act of making something disappear! In this case, it's a pesky turtle." Hypno spins the ring at Leo's neck and makes it go closer to Leo's neck.

Mikey screams, Raph stands up so fast that his chair falls over (and several behind it), and Donnie takes out his tech bo, firing a missile at Hypno. Hypno quickly jumps out of the way, and the missile crashes into the wall behind where he was just standing. Leo still doesn't move and doesn't register what's even happening.

Which is... you know, not the best.

Raph and Mikey both quickly grab their weapons and rush up to Hypno to start to attack him. Hypno manages to dodge all their attacks pretty well, which is quite impressive since he was dragging Leo around with him. Raph growls at Hypno and punches his fists together, spawning red ninpo fists over his own. He charges at Hypno when Hypno is distracted by Mikey and Donnie, and Raph manages to deal an extremely hard punch right to Hypno's face.

Hypno shouts in pain and stumbles back, losing his hold on Leo. Leo somehow has still not noticed what's going on around him and just continues to stare at seemingly nothing. Raph runs up to him and snaps his fingers in front of Leo's face a few times. When Leo doesn't respond, Raph moves to take off the mask, assuming that that's what's causing Leo to be like this.

He sadly doesn't, because one of Hypno's rings suddenly comes out of basically nowhere and cuts Raph's arm. Raph stumbles back and holds a hand over his injury, which is already bleeding. Hypno poofs behind Leo again and grabs him.

"NO-!" Raph screams as Hypno puts one of his rings near Leo's neck again. Hypno gets dangerously close to cutting Leo's neck, but Mikey uses his chains to wrap around Hypno and pull him away just before he can. A small drop of blood falls from a tiny cut on Leo's neck.

Raph walks up to Leo again and is very quick to take off the mask this time. The mask seems to almost be latched onto Leo, and it takes Raph a few tries to take it off. Once he does, Leo blinks a few times before letting out a chirp and promptly passing out. Raph obviously catches him, but he lets out a hiss as he catches Leo thanks to the massive cut on his arm.

"GUYS!! I GOT LEO! LET'S FREAKING GO ALREADY!" Raph yells to the others as he picks Leo up in a bridal carry and starts running to the exit. Donnie and Mikey instantly stop fighting Hypno and run after Raph. Hypno tries to chase after them but quickly loses sight of them almost the instant he steps outside. "Curse you, turtles!! I never got to do my disappearing act!"

Leo wakes up to the glorious sounds of the medbay and a killer headache.

He's lying in one of the beds, with Raph sitting on the foot of the bed. Donnie is patching up Raph's arm while basically scolding him for being so reckless to allow himself to get such a bad injury. It's pretty funny to see since Raph is usually the one lecturing Donnie.

Leo lets out both a curious and pained chirp and moves to cover his eyes with his hand. Gosh, were the medbay lights always this bright...?

Donnie sees how distressed Leo is with the lights, and he pauses his scolding with Raph to dim the lights. The lights dim, and Leo takes his hand off of his face. Leo looks at the faces of his family and smiles. Mikey gives him the widest smile Leo's ever seen on his baby brother's face, and Leo gives him a happy chirp.

Raph leans over and pats Leo's leg. "How're you doing, little brother?" Leo shrugs his shoulders and points to his head, putting a grimace on his face. "Ah, a headache. Yeah, that's not too surprising." Leo gives him a curious chirp, and Raph waves his hands. "No, no. You rest first, and then we'll talk about what happened. You can't even speak properly right now."

Leo huffs and slinks down under his blankets some more. Leo notices Donnie standing off in the corner, seemingly feeling too nervous that he'll hurt Leo somehow. Leo takes his arms out from under the blankets and reaches them out to Donnie, asking him for a hug. Donnie seems hesitant at first, but seeing how much Leo wants a hug, he walks over to him and engulfs Leo in a hug.

Leo chirps happily several times, and Mikey and Raph join in the hug too.

The hug ends with all four of them falling asleep in a turtle pile.

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unexpectederawhilesubmitting · 1 year ago

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I'm thinking about making video essays exploring the history of Doctor Who, especially the weird lore and queer storytelling of the wilderness years.

After my post about how *60TH ANNIVERSARY SPOILERS* biregeneration ties into pre-existing lore surrounding The Watcher from the classic series got over 6,000 notes (not bad for one of my first ever posts, lol), I've realized that lots of people don't know the wacky history of Doctor Who.

For instance, this is of interest to me as a queer person: did you know that in 1997, Russell T Davies wrote an official Doctor Who novel where the Doctor's male companion gets head from another man in the back of a taxicab (and, in doing so gives the guy the cure for HIV in the process because he's from the future and he's already been cured???)? And, to top it all off, it's wrapped in a story about a drug dealer who rose from the grave and is basically giving everybody alien cocaine, so it basically rules.

The thing is, this is far from the only story like this during that era. After the original series went off the air in 1989, we went into what's informally known as "the wilderness years". During this time, there were no new episodes of Doctor Who being broadcast on TV, and so the story continued across multiple different mediums, novels, audio dramas, etc. As it also was no longer a flagship BBC title anymore, the executive oversight got extremely lax, enabling creators to start exploring themes that would normally have been rejected for being "too dark" or "too gay" for a normal BBC production. In some cases, this led to some deeply messed up edgelord fanfic being published officially, but in other cases, it led to some of the coolest and most experimental years of Doctor Who's history.

It's also the time period where we start seeing more and more queer representation, as well as several instances of

(because for real there's one audio drama where the Eighth Doctor's companion gets transformed into an insect broodmother thing and it's very, uh...the writer of that one is certainly an interesting person)

(The Creed of the Kromon if you're interested)

(don't be interested, please)

BUT all that is to say, there are so many absurdly cool moments in the show's history pre-2005 that I feel most modern fans haven't had the opportunity to explore!!! That's not in a neckbeard "uh, you're not a true fan unless..." way, that's in a "oh my god you're so lucky you get to experience this stuff for the first time!!!!" way.

Going back and looking at those things also makes the modern show have sooooo much more depth, because many of the writers and behind the scenes folks of the revival series worked on the expanded universe projects during the Wilderness Years. As a result, they pulled a lot of their ideas from their old projects into the show! For instance, Human Nature and The Family of Blood, and the whole concept of Chameleon Arches?

That entire episode is LITERALLY an adaptation of a preexisting novel from the 90's, Human Nature:

The only difference is that they changed a few details to make it fit into the continuity of the 10th Doctor's storyline.

All that is to say, there's so many cool Doctor Who things out there, and so few people going in depth with them. I think I might start producing some video essays about some of these (like Faction Paradox, my beloved <3), if anyone's interested.

#doctor who #the doctor #doctor who eu #faction paradox #eighth doctor #seventh doctor #classic who #wilderness years

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mx-pokirby · 27 days ago

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Genshin may have a woobification problem

Looking at Ororon here

In the lead-up and marketing, you'd see this guy and be like "Woah, he's so cool and edgy!"

and you'd be told things like

"He's a Master! Of the Night-Winds! (Whatever that means to you, non-Genshin player being advertised to) And he has a damaged soul, and and and he was sacrificed as a kid but it failed and that only damaged him more. Psychologically"

like some kid-on-the-playground chat about the coolest OC this 11 year old has ever come up with

and then you play the game, experience the story, and Ororon is just like

"I hope my granny likes the vegetables I grew :3"

and that may as well be his entire personality in 95% of his screentime.

Normally woobification happens from within a fandom. I don't know any other examples of a character being officially designed from the ground up & released as pre-woobified

#woobification #genshin impact #ororon

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i-trash-about-things · 1 year ago

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a.n.: I can't believe this took me 6 freaking months to write. It definitely doesn't live up for the hype, but for some reason the words just wouldn't flow. In the mean time, I graduated! Actually went to prom! It kinda sucked, I really don't see the hype behind it!

Anyway, enjoy– and thank you for the patience to those that were interested in this story. If you're still interested by the end of this part– well, you'll know for yourself if there will be more lol ;)

Part 1!

Multiple perspectives (3rd and 1st person); Henderson!Reader; GN!Reader; use of Y/N; Billy Hargrove Survived (but he isn't a racist piece of shit); Everyone might be OOC, sorry lol; swearing; light violence; mostly fluff; English is not my first language! Sorry if something doesn’t make sense :p; no beta, we die like Vecna should’ve

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Third Time's The Charm.

Dustin’s day has been good, in his less than humble opinion.

School sucked the same as always, but hey! Everything other than that was actually pretty awesome!

His older sibling popping by on a whim wasn’t a rare occasion, far from it. When they first moved to college, he cried the whole day thinking he would only see them on Christmas, and now it’s like they never moved in the first place!

Well, maybe it’s because of the Upside Down thing and how they almost died about a million times in the last 4 years, but Dustin liked to believe it’s because they just love him very very much.

But, one thing actually did change.

Eddie.

“Dustin, my man, my favorite nerd, what a sight to the sore eye you are right now!”

Speak of the devil.

Him and Eddie have known each other for a while. I mean, how could he not when the metal-head has been his sibling's best friend for almost all his life?

And with the time to get used to each other, plus Dustin’s natural attentiveness and attention to detail, he can read this guy like the cheap rip-off comic of spider-man he is.

Eddie wants something.

“Is that a new upgrade to your walkie? Dude, that looks sick, what does it do?”

“Nothing, it’s just a normal radio actually.”

“Oh.”

A snort leaves his nose. Dustin shakes his head, setting the walkie talkie on the library table before looking up to his friend.

“You really aren’t subtle, my friend.”

“First things first: how dare you. Secondly-” Eddie pushes the nearest chair back, giving him enough space to sit on the old table. The notebook under him crinkles, but he just pushes it aside, clearly in too much of a rush to care about a random person’s notes. “I need your help.”

“If it’s about the whipped cream on Lucas’ backpack and his basketball shoes, it’s too late. The operation is already in motion.”

“Operation- wait, did you put whipped cream on Sinclair’s shoes?”

“What? No I didn’t. You didn’t hear that from me.”

“Mhm.” Eddie just sends Dustin a look, raising an eyebrow with just a very done expression on his eyes, before shaking his head. “You know what, I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear anything.”

He leans closer, likes he’s about to tell the biggest secret of his life. The notes beneath his butt crumble further.

“It’s about your sibling.”

“Y/N? What they have to do with anything?”

“I’m gonna ask 'em to prom.”

If Dustin were drinking something, he would’ve done a spit take right now.

“WHAT?!”

“SHHHH!” The other school library attendees shush him, all glaring in their direction. Dustin flushes a little, curling into himself, but Eddie doesn’t even flinch.

“I want to take your older sibling to prom, Henderson. Like, real bad.”

“Dude!”

“What?!”

“That’s my sibling!”

“And my best friend! So??”

“So–” Dustin sputters. How does he even respond to that?!

Don’t get him wrong, of all the people he could’ve picked to compete for your hand, Eddie would always be his champion. His two favorite people??? Sign him up!

Doesn’t mean his into it, tho!

��Why?!”

“What do you mean ‘why’?! You’ve ever met ‘em?! They're the coolest most beautiful, and funniest person I’ve ever known! Why wouldn’t I want to take them to prom?”

“No, not that- why the change? I thought you wanted to go with Chrissy??”

That gets a reaction out of him.

Eddie flinches, looking away. He passes a hand through his hair, half hiding himself beneath the brown curls.

“Chrissy… She’s…”

Dustin does not like the hesitation. The kid crosses his arms over his chest, squinting up at Eddie with distrust.

“Look, I’m all for you going after my big sibling–”

“Really? That wasn’t what it looked like two seconds ago.”

Dustin squints further, frowning, and Eddie groans.

“Just keep going.”

“As I was saying, I don’t mind you taking my big sibling to prom… If you actually mean it.”

It’s his turn to frown, a mirror of Dustin’s expression, but in confusion and a little bit of offense.

“What? Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

“You were just drooling over Chrissy, like, two days ago! I get you getting rejected, but don’t use them as a rebound, dude!”

“What?!”

“SHHHHH!” Strike two, the people around them shush them both again. Dustin doesn’t flinch this time, both him and Eddie a bit too enthralled in the topic at hand.

“How could you say that?! You know how much I care about Y/N!”

“I know that, but I also know how much they cares about you.”

“What does that has to do with anything?”

“Uh- Literally everything? What, you think you can just go and ask them all willy nilly to go to prom with you like it’s no big deal, and they won’t feel like it’s a big deal? Thye care, dude! What you say matters to them!”

Something in that makes Eddie pause, breath hitching on the tip of his tongue. He knew that, of course… Didn’t he?

His mind flashes back to the three years ago, just in the middle of prom season.

“Y/N Henderson, you did not–”

“Oh but I did! I did, despite it all!”

Eddie feels the bright afternoon sun on his back, the ever warming spring air making his hair and their hair flutter in the wind.

Today has been a weird day. His friends all seemed either jittery or smug, like they know something he doesn’t, a joke he didn’t get the punchline yet.

But the weirdest thing? His best friend wasn’t waiting for him by his parking spot.

At the end of class, he found a pretty envelope on his locker, attached to it a blue little flower– one of the few he recognizes. Forget-me-not’s.

“6 years sure go by fast. We’ve been through a lot in that time, didn’t we? And we will go through a lot more shit, knowing us like I do.

I was hoping you’d indulge me on a little game, just for old times sake.

Check the supply closet closest to you.”

From then on, he went on a surprisingly elaborate scavenger hunt. Passing through closets, to bathrooms, even checking in with his friends when the little clues told him to. Surely enough, each one handed him a new letter, and each one had a soft and excited smile on their lips.

After a good half hour of running around the school like a headless chicken, Eddie had accumulated enough clues to fill both his pockets and enough flowers for a small bouquet. The last letter sits on his hand as he dashes around the halls, a big smile on his lips.

“Ok, I promise this is the last one– for real this time, I swear.

This had been a rough year on you, but I was hoping to send it off with a bang. One last middle finger to the world before I have to leave you behind to fend for yourself in the lion’s den.

So, Edward Munson, meet me by the woods, in our usual spot.”

“Henderson, you absolute maniac!” Eddie all but jumps over the picnic table, practically throwing himself on his best friends arms. They don't even blink, only opening up and holding him. Firm, steady and warm. Their laughter feels like electricity and care all at once over his skin, and he breaks into goosebumps.

“Did you like it? Had any fun?”

“Hell yeah I did! How long have you been planning this, dude?!”

“Ah, who cares about that?” They flick their wrist, like trying to get rid of an annoying fly. Eddie’s way too used to their dismissive and nonchalant nature at this point, so he just laughs and hugs them close again.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson, what did I ever do to deserve you?”

He can’t see, but their smile softens. The hold on him tightens, and they buries their face into the mess of his hair.

“You’re you. That’s more than enough.”

After a beat, they finally pull away from the other. Eddie doesn’t even questions at their dazed gaze, used to it at this point, even if he never truly knew the reason behind it. He squeezes their shoulders, still a little incredulous at the situation. Taking his little moment of silence as an opportunity, Y/N steps back and takes one last flower from their pocket. It’s a little bit beaten up after being squashed in the hug, but it makes Eddie’s heart feel tight anyway.

“Look, I know this hasn’t been an easy year for you. You’ve been through a lot of shit, dealing with shitheads like Carver and Hagan, and that you didn’t graduate, but… But I wanted to make the end a good memory, you know? Eat junk food, dress fancy for once in our lives, pretend that we’re the protagonists for once, you know?”

They take a deep breath, eyes locked on the little flower on their hand. It’s impossible to lift their head and finally gaze into the eyes of their best friend. The love of their life.

Bah, call 'em dramatic. They're already way too deep into this cheesy bullshit to care.

“So. Eddie. Eds. Angel. Would… You, maybe… Like to… Gotopromwithme??”

Well that was smooth.

Still, it doesn’t seem like he cares about their awkward stumbling.

Instead, he just pulls them into one more hug, laughing like a maniac.

“Yes! Of course I’d like to, you dumbass! You’re my best friend!”

And those words make their heart races and breaks, all at once.

They let the little blue flower fall to the ground, unbothered by the numbness on their fingertips.

“I know. You’re my best friend too, Eds.”

Eddie shakes his head, locks brushing against his nose at the intensity. This is a crisis for another time.

“I know, believe me. But I’m telling the truth! I don’t care about Chrissy, I legitimately want them to be my date!”

Dustin raises an eyebrow, feeling the genuine longing in Eddie’s tone. It’s a surprising match to his siblings, every time they talks about Eddie. That lingering bitter-sweetness in the end of the sentence, the longing in each and every word. He’s heard them rant and ramble, on and on, about the metal-head more time than Dustin feels like counting, he knows that tone. It’s a perfect match.

So, he sighs, leaning his head back against the library’s chair to the point his cap almost falls off.

“Fine, I’ll help.”

“Yes!”

“SHHHHH!”

…

Today was… Weird.

Maybe it was the way the sun was beating down my face, too hot for a spring day, maybe it was the fact that the 7-11 I passed by didn’t have my favorite slushy flavor, but something just seemed… A little off today. Like someone just tilted the world a little bit to the left.

I take a long drag from the cigarette between my lips, watching the shining sun from my spot by my car. Sitting beside me is none other than Billy Hargrove, the same glare up at the sky as mine.

It’s always funny hanging out with Billy by the school’s grounds. We used to beat each other up in this same parking lot, about two years ago! And now look at us, sharing a can of coke beneath the spring sky like two dads waiting for their kids after football practice.

“I can hear your brain about to cook up some weird shit to say, Henderson. Please keep it to yourself.”

I don’t even blink at his harsh tone, putting a sugary sweet expression and leaning to lay my head on his shoulder.

“Awn, I know you love my commentary.”

He’s quick to brush me off, with not nearly as much strength as he used to a few years ago.

“I’d rather hear the screams of children.”

All I can do is snort, laughing slightly before taking a sip of the can between us.

Billy is one of the only people acting somewhat normal today, same snarky responses that once made me lunge for his throat and same pissed off frown.

He’s also one of the few people I trust the most, funnily enough. What can I say, he’s seen the worst in me and somehow still sticks around- probably because I’ve seen the worst in him too, but still. Maybe that trust is what made me press the halfway burnt cigarette into the ground and turn to look back at him.

“Hey, dude?”

“Hm.”

“Is it just me or is everyone kinda off today?”

And to my surprise, he doesn’t immediately respond. Instead, he raised his own cigarette to his lips, taking a long and deep drag.

“Nope, just you.”

“Pfft, weird, something tells me your lying?”

“Something? What, like voices in your head? Damn, I knew you were crazy, Henderson, but this is new ground.”

“Billy.”

“… Hmph.”

He stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets, sunglasses tilting down just enough to see the look he sends me. I shake my head and he relaxes. There’s a small pause after that. He flicks the cigarette ash off, before glancing to me again.

“Look, it’s nothing you have to worry about, ok?”

I can’t help but chuckle at his words, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Last time you said that, you were possessed by a god damned spider monster thing.”

“Yeah, but this time I’m not. So chill out.”

Isn’t he sweet?

I chew on the inside of my cheek, breathing in slowly before letting out a long long sigh.

“Fine.” A pause. But then I turn to look at him again, with the most serious expression I can. “But if you are possessed again-”

“Fuck off.”

“Pfft-”

The loud ringing of the school bell quickly brings our attention back to the front doors of Hawkins High. Like clockwork, they open and the sea of teenagers roll out, flooding the parking lot. My eyes drift between faces, looking for any sign of my favorite club, but the first thing I catch is a familiar cap and a mess of red hair.

Dustin immediately runs up to me, his cap hitting me on his attempt at a dive hug. Max is not so far from him, but instead of the affection attack she just flips Billy the bird… which he quickly reciprocates, smirking.

The two types of siblings.

“Hey, Junior.” The sarcastic and rougher edge to my voice quickly melts off, turning to the normally sweeter and more relaxed tone reserved only for my little brother. Dustin immediately turns to me, smiling like he always does- but, of course, there’s something off.

“Hello there, older sibling figure.”

… ok.

I just let out a chuckle, a little weirded out. See? It can’t be just me, everyone’s acting all skittish for some reason. Did I miss the memo?

Max pushes Dustin’s cap over his eyes before he has the chance open his mouth again, her eyes literally screaming for him to shut up. Then, she turns to me.

“If he hurts you, tell me. I’ll kick his ass.”

“… What???”

The hell’s going on?

Dustin clears his throat, pushing his hat back and sending Max a half hearted glare.

“As I was about to say- Eddie told me to give you this.”

From the depths of his many pockets, he pulls a… letter? A note, better said, scribbled in a chicken scratch of a writing I know way too well.

Before I can open it, he quickly pulls me so I look at him again.

“I’m gonna catch a ride with Max today I’ll see you later ok bye-”

And he practically drags Max to Billy’s car… which she weirdly let’s him do. I look back at the blonde next to me… and he doesn’t even blink at the interaction, stepping on the rests of his cigarette before turning away from me without a word.

What…. the hell.

As the familiar camaro drives off the parking lot, leaving me to my lonesome by my truck, I glance down at the note in my hands. Crumpled notebook paper, with the little bits used to wrap around the spiral still attached, and that familiar handwriting.

After a huff of amusement, I open up the letter.

“Greetings, dear adventurer! It is I, Eddie the Pardoned (we really need to workshop that title).

This is your formal request to join in on an adventure through the ever changing land of Hawkins High school. Walk across the mighty and dangerous hallways where jocks once slammed our faces into lockers, or traverse into the terrifying lands we call the gym showers!

Follow the riddles and clues, and if you’re lucky, the gates of a whole new adventure shall open to those with brave and worthy hearts.

Good luck.”

“Dramatic dork.” I mumble beneath my breath, but the smile on my lips can only be described as disgustingly smitten.

I look over the note again, flipping it between my fingers. Surely enough, more writing in the back.

“Those who trail my path are the best liars, but also the most emotional of artists. The many nights you’ve spent between my walls, you were never quite yourself. Oh, wow, he really wasn’t kidding on making riddles, huh?”

I can’t help but let out a chuckle, raising my eyes from the paper in my hands and looking around the parking lot. There’s a lot of people walking around right now, most speeding to get home after a long long Friday, but my eyes don’t catch a single hint of anyone using the familiar Hellfire shirt. Which is definitely weird, they’re normally the first ones to leave the school. Still, no sign of Jeff, or Bryan, or Gareth, much less Ed.

I look back down to the riddle.

“The many nights you’ve spent between my walls” So it’s a place, then? One I’ve been before, if Eddie isn’t being a little shit and using “you” because he thinks it sounds better.

“Those who trail my path are the greatest liars, but most emotional of artists.” Greatest liars? And most emotional of artists. Well, if it’s a place, related to art, then the art room? But then why the lying?

“You weren’t quite yourself.” Wasn’t… quite myself. Hm.

A place, probably one at school since I doubt he would’ve gone so extra as to go around the entire city, related to art and lying. “Wasn’t quite yourself.”

…

Wait, the drama club?

Art of lying- could he mean acting? A room related to acting in which I’ve been to before.

The drama club, at D&D nights!

My feet are moving before my brain is, crumpled up note being carefully stuffed into my pants pockets.

…

Not far…

“The bird has taken flight, over.”

“Dustin, will you stop with the codenames?! Just- Just get into position! Over!”

…

How many damn riddles can this man write??? I must’ve collected more than twelve by now!

There’s a small collection of notes in my left hand, my pockets too filled up to stuff any more of them without damaging. My shoes squeak against the floors of the mostly empty school, echoing in my ears as I run from room to room, classroom to classroom.

I swear, If this is some sort of elaborate prank, I’m going to kick Eddie’s ass until Halloween comes.

I let out a groan leaning down to reach another, stuck beneath my– well, not mine, it hasn’t been mine since I graduated– seat at the iconic Hellfire Club lunch table. When I turn to the back, I’m surprised to see there isn’t a riddle this time, no little set of verses to greet me. So, after a small hum of interest, I fold it open.

“If you’ve reached this point of your quest, fair knight, I’m proud to tell you your prize awaits you! (Because I’m not like SOME people who do FAKE OUTS THREE TIMES IN A ROLL)

All that’s left is for you to come and get it. Your king awaits in our usual spot.”

-E.M.

“Pfft– my king?” I can barely pay attention to the soft laugh that leaves my lips, chest too warm and filled with cotton to notice. Dork.

Still, I just set the note with the rest, walking to the nearest exit with a smile on my lips.

I’m still have no idea what Eddie is planning with all of this. Despite the dozen plus notes, he hasn’t gave me a single of hint for the reason of this scavenger… Hunt.

…wait.

I mean, it’s not– it’s not possible, right?

He was talking about inviting Chrissy less than a week ago!

Nah, nah, yeah, it’s not… He wouldn’t. Not me, anyway.

…

Well I just made myself sad.

A groan leaves my lips as I shake my head, hair flowing around with the motion before bouncing and stopping, strands sticking to my eyelashes. Enough with the self pity. I’m better than this. Whatever it is that Eddie has planned to me is going to be awesome.

The hallways echoes with my steps, the sound of my combat boots squeaking in the shiny tile flooring being the only sound as I leave the school. It’s late afternoon at this point, the sun starting to set as everything is painted golden. The walk through the woods is longer than I remember, the late spring wind ruffling through my clothes. After a while, I’m reaching the clearing…

And there’s no one here…?

“Eddie?” I spin in place, looking in between the trees for any sign of the silhouette I know better than my own. It’s quiet here, with the exception of the singing birds and early crickets. I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my brows twitch in worry. “Did I take too long…?”

When I pull them back, one of them holds the last hint. It’s impossible to be anywhere else– he literally said our usual spot, and this is it, isn’t it? Unless my first suspicion was right, and he really meant to spread these around the town– wait, no, then why would he set them up around school? What am I m–

“BOO– OW!”

“EDDIE?!”

My knuckles sting, heart beating louder than a drum as I stare at my fallen best friend, cradling his own face. Immediately I reach for him, falling to my knees by his side.

“Jesus Christ, Munson, you scared the shit out of me! I’m so sorry– Oh, god dammit, sweetheart, c’mere, c'mere… Let me see…” I gently tug his hands from his face, touches practically feather light and with as much care as I can channel. He laughs all the while, completely unbothered by the forming bruise on his cheek.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson– You pack quite the punch! Holy crap, I think you dislocated my jaw–”

“Stop saying shit like that, you’ll manifest it.” I chuckle under my breath (but do check his jaw, making sure everything is in place and I didn’t punch one of his teeth in.). “Why the hell you sneaked up on me like that? What thought process made you think that was a good idea??”

“I don’t know!” He laughs, falling limp on the grass while looking up at me. His smile is almost dopey, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he said he just got baked. He doesn’t smell like weed, tho. Just smoke and cologne, the one that makes me wish I could bury my nose into his neck and just live there. “I thought it’d be a good idea? All I needed to do was distract you for a little while!”

“Distract me?” I snort, brows tilting in a playful frown. “From what?”

“Shit–” And at the sound of my brother’s cursing, I lift my eyes from my best friend’s face.

What do I find if not the rest of the Hellfire club, haphazardly stacked on each other’s shoulders putting up a huge banner on the branches of the nearest threes. Jeff has Mike on his shoulders, while Bryan has Justin– and Lucas and Gareth watch a few steps away, clearly trying to not bring attention to themselves as I turn to them.

“Michael, if you ruin my jacket with your dirty ass shoes–”

“I’m trying not to! Stop moving!”

“Guys! Guys, I’m gonna fall! BRYAN–”

“You’re not gonna fall, Dustbin– stop being a pussy and just tie the goddamn thing.”

“What the hell…?” I mumble, even more confused than when I found the kids sneaking Eleven into Mike’s basement.

Eddie doesn’t answer me with anything but a cackle, getting up to his feet and jogging up to the rest of the club. His grin is so wide his dimples are lost between smile lines, brown eyes shining in the late afternoon sun that warms my skin and cheeks. He skids to a stop under the banner, not even waiting to check if it’s tied up properly before tugging the bottom and unrolling it.

‘COME DITCH PROM WITH THIS FREAK?’

And the arrows badly painted on the bottom point directly at him, that turns around to beam my way with his smile brighter than the sun.

…

I don’t know if the guys have fallen silent or if I just gone deaf, but I don’t have the mental power to look. It’s like the whole world turned… quiet.

My heart can’t seem to choose between skipping beats or skidding to stop. I can feel my skin tingling, my knuckles going from stinging to burning. As does the back of my neck and the bottom of my gut.

I read the words, over and over again, shocked…

“Is this…” My tongue feels like it’s knotted, tied and shipped to the other side of the country. No words could ever describe– whatever the hell I’m feeling right now. “Are you… Is– Are you for real??”

“Yeah.” He chuckles, the warm orange lighting almost making it look like his cheeks are dyed a soft red. His smile is confident, almost cocky and playful as he looks down at me. “As real as a I can be.”

My mouth feels drier than a desert, and I swallow harshly. I can’t turn my eyes from him, like I’m transfixed… which, in someways, I am.

He has hypnotized me, a puppet on his strings.

I feel starstruck.

Eddie takes my silent as a go ahead, because after standing under the banner for a second, he slowly walks to me again. For some reason, I don’t even think to get back on my feet until he’s almost right in front of me, his head obscuring the sun as if he’s the only star I need.

“Henderson,” He says, the smirk on his lips almost sheepish. “I’ve got to apologize. I’ve been… kind of a shit best friend for the last couple years. You’ve been my paladin, my white knight, the voice of reason when I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t even thank you properly.”

He extends his hand, the black stone in his ring finger catching the sunlight from his smile.

“So let me make it up to you… Will you let me take you with me to not-prom?”

My throat closes up, my eyes sting, but my smile is as bright as the moon.

“Yeah, I will.”

And I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet.

taglist! @eddiesgirlforever @plk-18 thx for the support and the patience!! :D

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #HD&SC #god it took me SO LONG to write this!#six months!#jesus!#hopefully next part will be easier #although it will DEFINITELY be the longest but no spoilers #on other news #i edited this while high on cold medicine and in great pain from cramps #sorry if something doesn't make sense #eddie munson #trash's writing tag o/

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cruesuffix · 6 months ago

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CRAB ON MARS HC'S I BEG OF YOUUUU

you ask and you shall receive!

crab on mars headcanons (for the two ppl into this ship)

- ok first things first; corabi is very overprotective over mick in a way. corabi is a very honest man and will tell it like it is, so he’s the first person to really pull mick aside and tell him to stand up for himself. he’s very protective of him because he’s seen first hand how ppl take advantage of mick because he’s so nice and he really wants his old man to grow a pair of balls and start being more assertive.

- the ideal date for both of them would be going to a shooting range. after the incident with mick and one of Johns entourage, they decide to not bring anyone else with them. ofc this works in their favour either way cause they both want that alone time together.

- i love the idea of them playing video games together. like maybe micks playing the game and john watches him. anytime mick finds himself stuck on a particular level or tricky spot, corabi will try to help him out (“shit, I’m stuck!” “have you tried jumping onto that ledge?”). or if they’re doing a multiplayer game they’re both just so focused on beating the level, maybe they playfully rib on the other for being so bad at playing the game.

- they literally lived together at one point (corabi lived in his guesthouse right after his divorce and lived there for like…maybe 1-2 years) so just thinking about domestic life with the two of them together. waking up and maybe the first thing john does is go over to the main house to have breakfast with mick, getting bored and popping by to see what he’s up to. maybe even holidays together. they have a chill thanksgiving together, either they try to make food (and then possibly burn it, what happens is up to the viewers imagination) or maybe they order a pizza and watch tv together. christmases together where they both pretend they haven’t gotten a present for the other only to surprise them with the coolest gift ever. maybe (as cheesy as this will sound) they make cookies together and find themselves goofing off more than baking. like corabi obviously starts it by casually throwing flour in micks face and then by the end of it, they’re both covered in flour and promising each other they won’t do it again.

- If micks feeling particularly depressed (either due to the pain or his impending divorce), corabi will try to cheer him up. he’ll ask if he wants to go out (either to go shooting or ride their motorcycles to wherever the hell they want) or if he wants to stay inside (to just lay around and do nothing together). ofc they usually stay inside, but sometimes mick will want to get out of the house for a bit so they usually just ride around town on their motorcycles.

- sometimes corabi will feel a bit self conscious about his place in the crue, so mick has to remind him that he’s a valuable member of the band and that he’s glad they found him. cue very sappy hugs (which btw corabi is the only member who gets these hugs…mick has barely touched any of the other guys in years, but he’s almost overly affectionate when it comes to corabi).

- even when corabi leaves the crue, mick is consistent in his contact with the former singer. he doesn’t care if john leaves, is in the band, moves out of the country, he’ll always be a part of his life. they continue their relationship as normal, maybe they have to hide it from the other guys a bit. mick would make little jokes about his short time in the band (“remember when we used to go to band practice together?”)

- gen swine is like the hardest time for both of them. mick is having his problems during the recording process and john has to hide the fact that he’s been replacing all of micks parts on the album the entire time. when mick finds out, at first he’s mad. he’s confused as to why the band would do that to him and why corabi would lie to him, but when he realizes the only person stuck in the middle is john, he eases up and tries to understand where he’s coming from. this one has so much angst potential but…I don’t know where to go with it to make it a full fic.

i just like the idea of two chill ass guys tbh. my fav corabi quote was in the dirt where he discusses micks wife cheating on him and he goes “she wanted everything mick could give her except the most valuable thing, himself.” like he went on and on about how nice he was and how caring he was…like bro you two should have gotten married instead, yall would have had the chillest marriage ever. anyways this is all i’ve got so far, idk if this is the vibe you wanted i literally went straight to “they’ve been married for ten years your honor!” i’m sorry if this wasn’t much good i literally just wrote whatever came to mind.

#crab on mars #crüe headcanons #crab on mars might be my favourite thing i’ve ever written tbh #i need to write more about them #like this is the nicest ship you could give the old man #sometimes it’s ok to put the toxic yaoi down (im saying this to myself btw)#im being real brave putting this in the mick mars tags tbh #lily of the asks

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sillyguycenteral · 1 year ago

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Gibbs as your father headcanons (plus the team)

Gibbs is the only consistent parent you have in your life

Sure you have Ducky but he isn’t always around and you don’t live with him

And your mother died before you could even remember her

All of the step moms left eventually sometimes even violently

Gibbs isn’t perfect but he’s your dad

But once you’re old enough to start really hanging around the team it gets real fun

Abby is the coolest person you’ve ever met

She’s the sun and moon in your mind

She colors with you and makes fun of your dad!

What more could a kid want in a person?

Kate is a close second to Abby only because you’ve known Abby longer

Kate is the one who grounds you and Abby when your at NCIS

She’s still really fun and colors with you and might even play catch with you if you play your cards right

She won’t do any of that if your dad is around though which sucks and knocks her down to third if your feeling spiteful

Tony has nothing on Abby but him and Kate are usually tied for second in your mind

When Tony joins the team your around 8 ish

You didn’t warm up to him as fast as you did Abby

That was until he’s heater broke and he needed a place to stay after that the rest was history and he become the honorary brother to Abby's honorary sister

Whenever he has to stay with you and your dad you guys go ham

It’s board games, pizza, every kind of soda you can get your grubby hands on and if there isn’t a case you know you both are going to the movies!

Gibbs acts like he’s annoyed but he’s very glad you’re able to have a somewhat normal childhood

He’ll participate in a round of monopoly only if he can be the banker

Though this isn’t a frequent event in the Gibbs household it is always a memorable experience

More about your relationship with Gibbs now!

Gibbs is a complex man and even more complex father

He loves you more than life itself there isn’t a doubt in his mind or anyone else's that he wouldn’t die for you

Now how he expresses that is…very much how you would expect him to

He’ll hug you if you’re the one initiating, you would have to be a near sobbing mess for him to really just come up and give you a hug

It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want he’s just not a super touchy person

The mans just awkward and your a teenager now and he doesn’t want to embarrass you (in that way)

Speaking of embarrassing you… oh my god this old man is the literal devil

He gets such a kick out seeing you yell at him or even look slightly annoyed at him

He’s such a dad in that way (when he’s not almost crashing the car you know his ass is trying to get that dad tax)

And if you’re easily embarrassed you’ll have to grow out of that quick

Like anytime that you visit him or any of the team members at NCIS and it starts to get late lights out immediately

This old man is forcing you to go to bed

Not tired?

He couldn’t give less of a shit

Your still his kid and have school tomorrow

Is he going to drive you home? No chance, that’s a waste of gas money kid

You’re the one who wanted to be here so suck it up, take his jacket and go to sleep

A little off topic but he is such a “it’s that damn phone” kind of dad

Like of course he is

You have cold cause it’s going around at your school

Wouldn’t have it if you weren’t always texting now would you?

What a silly man

I’ll definitely add more later but hope you enjoyed it :) Let me know if there is anything I can do to improve or anything you want to see!!

#ncis #gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis x teen!reader #ncis x kid!reader #father figure #ncis headcanons #headcanons #plationic #gender netural reader #gn!reader

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prongsfish · 10 months ago

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*blinks* headcanons *blinks*

okay. i am almost a month late to this ask hi @ethanmilo ... sorry about that... and i will be using it to give the barty hcs you asked for over a month before this but the ask expired... sorry about that again... my bad time is scary

but yes barty headcanons. these may end up leaning into bartylus territory because i am So obsessed with them right now but i have no idea what i'm going to write yet so we'll see HAHA

(jumping back here after writing this, most of these are lighthearted but some do get a bit more serious/dark, nothing out of character for what you see scrolling on maraurders tumblr but i just don't want people to be shocked by the tone shift)

he doesn't take day-to-day school life seriously and fucks around in most of the classes he doesn't skip altogether BUT his competitiveness is not to be underestimated. he's barely in class and he never pays attention but he gets away with it because he's so smart that when he started school he was already suuper advanced. he just kept working on his own and so was always way ahead of whatever he was supposed to be learning, so he's super annoying and disruptive during classes but when it comes time to it he's still at the top of all his classes. he and reg are always warring for the number one spot and they're a nightmare to be around during exams because they are SO competitive

he'd give himself those shitty stick and poke tattoos at like age fourteen, if you've seen the videos of kids on tiktok with the ugliest shoddiest tattoos you've ever seen you know what i mean... i just found this image on pinterest and this is Exactly the sort of shit he'd have. i think he'd have always been constantly drawing on his work and skin with a quill/pen and he does not fear permanence. the moment he found a way to give himself tattoos he was doing it.

the absolute biggest shit stirrer you've ever met, everything he does is always in the hopes of pissing someone off. he will lie, he will argue, he will push and shove his way into a confrontation and when someone eventually breaks his nose he just starts laughing

he knows Everyone. he has connections to everyone in whatever city he's in, he constantly "knows a guy" and every time it's the most absurd story that his friends have never heard a single word of but it's 100% true. his lore is infinite. and people expect it to be limited to just where he lives but no, he could go to a whole new country and still be being stopped every 5 minutes by some old friend who's thrilled to see him

related to the above, he is that Coolest Fucking uncle. he's awful with kids but god damn it if he doesn't have the most legendary stories to tell luna as often as she could ever want!!

he knows a shit ton of languages. he started learning them because he was bored and it eventually it just became a Thing and he's fluent in like 4 or 5 but can hold a decent conversation in upwards of 10 others too

he looks like he smells bad. he wouldn't smell bad when he was younger, still too used to certain privileges of his class, but the further he strayed from his father and family, especially into young adulthood, i think he would start to—unless regulus was in his life, in which case he'd better smell like fucking roses if he ever wanted to be seen anywhere even Near him in public

i heavily associate him with nu metal and post industrial music but i also think that when he was younger he would've been suuper into all those whiny indie rock bands that normal people call midwest emo, music nerds crucify you for calling midwest emo, and i have no clue what to call. he'd totally have his own band inspired by them too, and he totally has the voice for it—the voice that's objectively terrible but works perfectly for that style of music

he doesn't talk about how he feels like ever but those close to him have worked out ways to get him what he needs when he needs it. he refuses to ask for help but his friends know him well enough that they don't need him to ask, they can pick up his question in far fewer words, and even though it's still hard for him to even imply that he needs help it's a lot easier when he can talk around the issue rather than having to actually using his words. his friends know that it'd be better if he Did use his words but they also know that if they tried to stop letting him get away with not asking properly he'd just stop trying to ask at all

his favourite film genres are horror and action, the gorier the better. he loooooves all the saw films

he's super messy, his room is a fucking NIGHTMARE. shit EVERYWHERE. clothes strewn all around, dishes stacked in several tall piles, three different rubbish bins that are each around 70% full from the times he's been forced to "clean up" and eventually gotten bored/distracted. regulus despises it and refuses to go anywhere near his room meanwhile evan is so excited because every time he goes into barty's room he discovers a new species of mould. sometimes when he's really lucky barty will kick over a pile of clothes to find something and like eight cockroaches scurry out (evan immediately rushes to grab as many of them as possible before they disappear and then takes them home)

by the time he was a preteen he'd given up on the idea that his father would ever be proud of him, had flipped to doing everything in his power to anger him further, entirely stopped caring about the consequences because if his father would hate him no matter what he did why not make it reflect badly back on him, since he cared so much about his public image as a politician. he never intended to leave though, because he couldn't bear the thought of leaving his mother with him. that was until he pushed too far with his dad, got too sucked into the lifestyles of others who'd given up just like him, fell too deeply into the depression and the anger and the violence, until he crossed a line and his mother was looking at him like she was disappointed, too. he realised that he was trying so hard to stay for his mother but staying was making him a worse person and it wasn't worth it anymore if she could no longer see what he was doing as a sacrifice, and only as surface level "badness". he hated leaving his mother more than he hated his dad but in the end staying was only making things worse for the both of them

he uses humour and stupidity as a defence mechanism, and while he does find it fun to do ridiculous and reckless things he also does it because it gives him a role to fill. he can't stand being genuine because he's terrified of rejection, so he'd rather lean into all the superficial judgements made about him. if when someone shuffles away from him in public transport he bares his teeth at them and when someone expects him to be stupid he purposefully misunderstands a simple concept, then nobody actually knows him and nobody can hurt him in a way that matters. the person they insult isn't actually him so they can't possibly get to him

he is VERY judgemental and he and regulus can spend hours talking shit about anyone from lifelong classmates to complete strangers. it surprises everyone that he actually gets along with remus really well, but it's because remus has a more judge-y side that he hides when with anyone but regulus and, apparently, barty

he and dorcas are the gay man and lesbian best friends duo and people have probably mistaken them as a couple before, which they'd both be mortified by. "have they seen us?!?!"

okay i'm forcing myself to end it there because i have an essay draft to finish and a substantial amount of french homework to do in the next like 4-5 hours (nobody is allowed to say shit about my sleep schedule i don't want to hear it HAHAHA) and i've already been writing this for WELL over an hour so i really should stop giving myself ways to procrastinate, i hope these were enough to make up even slightly for the very long wait <//3 ah barty crouch jr, the one and only love of my life... i would be utterly terrified of you in real life but i would also be very attracted to you from a safe distance which is basically the highest form of compliment i can possibly give a person

#a #eme tag #barty crouch jr #marauders

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our-queer-experience · 1 year ago

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I’ve been reading this book series that I first read in like fifth grade, tho in hindsight it’s probably more like an eighth grade and up series bc of some of the violence in the scenes and things that are implied, but whatever I was always reading books above my “reading level” in school.

Anyways I’m reading through it and I’m finding so many small queer themes, most of them just implied or could go either way, but a few that are clearly queer.

There’s these two women that have a deep bond, one is technically the servant of the other, but their bond is clearly deeper. The one can sense when the other is in trouble, and when one of them is killed, it’s absolutely heartbreaking. And they refer to the home as their home, not the home of the lady that the servant takes care of, but it’s their home. It just screams to me something queer in their relationship, but the fact that it’s just unknown makes me even happier in a way bc not every relationship is obvious in how it works.

There’s a being that is kinda genderless, formed from the dark thoughts of a group of creatures, and while it takes the form of a man at one point, it’s more a dark twisted reflection of this guy who’s defeating the dark twisted being. But it has conscious intelligent thoughts but doesn’t have a clear gender, so it/its and he/him pronouns have been used for this being.

There’s a man who has a soul connection with another, heart brothers and not romantic, but when he’s explaining it to the girl who’s the main character, she asks if they were lovers, and there’s no “yuck ew no!” The man smiles and goes “no, we weren’t lovers, tho we did have a deep bond-” and then explains the heart brothers thing. It’s just a normal random question with a normal response.

There’s also this place called the Rainbow Prison, which nothing queer happens there or is even hinted at, but it’s still just a cool name for a place.

In a short story based off the main series, there’s this guy who wanders and wanders all his life, and despite countless women being drawn to him, he has no interest in them. No interest in guys either that we ever saw!

There’s also complete ambiguity on whether this guy might be the main characters grandfather, like the fact we don’t know is repeatedly mentioned and we never find out! So there’s a possible “out-of-wedlock” birth that happened, which while not queer, is still something that goes against traditional norms.

And the coolest thing?? This book series was written around 1995. There’s so much hinted at that could be queer, that isn’t explicitly queer maybe bc of when the books were written, but also the main character is a 12 year old girl, so she just would probably see anything queer as normal and not a big deal, so I’m happy that all of the “queer hints” are just kinda there in the background and just existing and being normal without anything needing to be explicitly said. Could I be reading deeper (pun intended) into the books than intended? Sure of course but that doesn’t change how I see certain scenes in the books.

Also fun fact, the covers in my kindle of the books are all of the same picture, but each one has a different color overlayed so the colors are the rainbow. Could be symbolizing the Rainbow Prison, but I’m saying the books are making the pride flag bc they are! The book series, for those who have read through my rambling lol, is the Unicorn Chronicles. Written for kids and teens, but with so much behind the scenes that I’m enjoying it just as much, if not more now, as a young adult than I did as a kid.

~wolfyboi

awesome!

#our queer experience #lgbtq #wolfyboi anon #asks

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dis-harmony · 2 months ago

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Rating the Best to Worst Hajime no Ippo characters (Part 1: The Fighting)

Hey guys, today I’m going to be presenting the characters from the anime that are from the best to worst (10/10 - 0/10 or something). Here’s the warning, if you like the characters I hate, your opinions are very very respected and I have no intentions of making you feel down or commenting about your opinions because this is about me. If you don’t like the characters I love, yours are respected as well. If you’re sensitive to offensive things to the characters I hate, please don’t comment unless if you respect my opinion or any of you agreeing with me. Some characters might have sensitive topics for the ppl who didn’t like to see/hear it and they will contain dark jokes, terrorism, serious topics and others.. (these will start happening in either New Challenger or Rising.) Alright, anyone guys, enjoy!

Ippo Makunouchi 🥊 (10/10)

He’s really amazing and he’s cute

I love this strong but pathetic baby-face :)

He’s funny especially when his crew being weird

He’s awesome!

His gorilla face is super-duper cute and funny (˵´⩊`˵)

He and Kumi were an amazing couple!

I’m glad that he won a lot.

Mamoru Takamura 💪�� (10/10)

How can ppl not like this guy? He makes me laugh.

Ultimate hilarious!

What a man

ppl needs to regret it b/c his fighting against Bryan Hawk is gold!

The part where he’s being whacked by Kamogawa after spending time with women is hilarious.

He looked like he’s from JJBA.

His singing skills of the Champion song where he makes everyone high.

Tatsuya Kimura 💐 (10/10)

He’s quite the coolest!

Amazing boxer

I liked how he wins a lot than losing

Flower boy

He’s also hilarious too.

Single

He looks handsome as a normal guy but as a delinquent, he’s badass.

Masaru Aoki 🍜 (10/10)

Ultra funny

I’m surprised he loves ugly girls (?).

Tomiko and him were an amazing couple! Congratulations.

I love this clown.

If you hate him, you’re a down hard.

He’s literally the luckiest guy because he has a gf.

Babyboy

🎶He should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky🎶

Genji Kamogawa 🥊 (5/10)

He’s not so bad. He’s okay imo.

Idk what to say about this guy but he’s not so good and bad tbh.

His old Japanese actor died which is disappointing in Rising.

I do not like his new voice actor tbh.

It’s funny how he’s not the kind of man who is into women.

Asexual/Aromantic.

Single

Haruhiko Yagi 👓 (5/10)

Idk about this guy that much.

I have nothing to say but he’s also okay too.

His nose looked almost like Naomichi’s.

Kumi Mashiba 🥖 (10/10)

I love her so much!

I love her hair. She’s pretty.

Her first VA is good, her second VA sounded a little low but extra amazing, and her third VA is okay.

Best GF!

She’s sweet.

Lovely Kumi.

Ryo Mashiba 💀 (7/10)

Best HNI villains ever!

I feel like he’s the only villain I like tbh.

He’s yandere (for Kumi)..

He’s creepy but attractive at the same time.

I love this guy so much.

He needs to be in Creepypasta btw

He’s not so bad tbh I guess.

Ichiro Miyata 😎 (8/10)

He’s really cool

Fanned by girls but mostly Ippo.

He’s going to be Bisexual soon. Real soon!

I think Ippo Makunouchi likes you. (here he comes.)

Much better than Hayami

He’s related to Rukawa (from Slam Dunk) but his personality is more something else than him btw.

Ryuichi Hayami 🌹 (4/10)

I don’t want to say I hate this guy but he’s not the kind of popular boxer I like.

He’s sort of okay.

Not bad but also not good.

He’s literally fanned by girls. Okay.

He looked fine but I don’t like his arrogance.

Alexander Volg Zangief 🐺 (10/10)

He’s so awesome!

I like this Russian guy.

He’s literally the best foreign boxer ever.

Despite his boxing, he’s really nice to Ippo.

We love you.

It’s sad that he left but I’m glad he returned in Rising.

Takeshi Sendo 🐅 (10/10)

Man he’s stunning

WHYYYY??!!

He literally almost just had the Joe Yabuki demeanor.

I love this awful guy. So much.

He’s god awful but I love this dude a lot.

I can’t stop looking at this guy.

Masahiko Umezawa 💼 (10/10)

He’s been a bad due back then.

I like this bully so much.

He instally regrets it (with his friends).

When he became friends with Ippo and changed his style, he looked like he’s more than a friend (in almost a brotherly way).

I feel sad that now we can’t see him again.

Manga Artist!

I wonder if he’s real and we would’ve see his whole collection of Mangas.

Mari Iimura 💅 (6/10)

She looks beautiful and okay.

Why would she be Ippo’s GF?

Bro. She’s an adult…

Go find another bf who’s older at your age, woman.

I do not like when she crushes on Ippo but a woman b/c Ippo already has one.

But I love her appearance on the bright side.

Naomichi Yamada 🤮 (10/10)

I love this sick and cute barf-face!

He’s so adorable! I love him.

I’m disappointed that ppl don’t like him but he’s extremely adorable.

Cutie..

Single (but I guess he’s gay about Ippo due to calling him ‘senpai’.)

Senpai!

I do not like him as Hammer Nao but I sincerely am glad that he still remembered Ippo by calling him senpai despite his cold demeanor.

It’s so sad of how he changed in New Champion…(and turned emo).

I wish that he would’ve stay in Kamogawa and become the main character with the crew and not change himself so he would be cuter.

I miss his shyness. he’s more cuter in the Manga.

Kumiko 🎥 (9/10)

She’s so cute!

She is also an idol but we don’t see her as an idol…

We saw her as a news reporter.

Pokey pokey poke poke

I like her.

Adowable.

Ginpachi Nekota 🐕 (8/10)

HILARIOUS!!

He’s more funnier than Kamogawa tbh.

I like this guy as a young man but him as an old man makes him more funnier lol.

The Best!

WHY WOULD HIS AMAZING VA DIED?!?!?!

R.I.P. Ichiro Nagai [and Nekota (?)]

Kenta Kobashi 🪼 (9/10)

Nice hair you got there dude.

Ooooh.

GAy.

Homosexual gay homosexual gay gay gay.

Nice.

He’s cool

Soft boy

Ippo needs to be gayer for this guy than Miyata

His hair makes him almost a little bit like cyberpunk.

I wish someone can ship Ippo and Kobashi because of how gay Kobashi is.

Tomiko 👩🏻‍⚕️ (9/10)

She’s pretty cool.

MOMMY.

Idk if she’s younger and shorter than Aoki but she’s truly .mommy.

Aoki’s mommy GF

OMG she’s amazing.

Her and Aoki were the best anime couples ever!

I love the part where she holds Aoki and treats him like her son.

Tomiko: Mommy - Aoki: Baby boy

Tomoko Yamaguchi 🩻 (8/10)

Doctor mommy

She’s pretty funny tbh.

I like her VA tbh. It’s amazing.

Don’t make Ippo your BF…

She’s not so bad and I liked her.

I wish I had a doctor like her.

Eiji Date 🟢 (7/10)

He’s really cool tbh

I like this guy, he’s kind of attractive too.

I do not like him with the long hair (in New Champion), it makes him look like some Disney villain 😭

He’s not as bad as I thought.

Badass

Hiroko Makunouchi 🎣 (8/10)

One of the best anime moms alive!

She’s really amazing and I love how she is so nice to Ippo.

She’s really caring.

That mom is awesome.

I’m sorry that her husband died but I’m glad that she still cared about Ippo.

Minoru Fujii 👔 (6/10)

I think he’s okay

He’s cool but not as half-bald to me.

Alright.

We’re good with this guy.

I don’t have anything to say about this guy but he’s not that bad.

Akira Shigeta 🥊 (6/10)

He’s cool looking.

He looked like Jon Arbuckle…

Omg.

He’s not so bad but he’s quite amazing.

I like this guy.

#hajime no ippo #hni #hajime no ippo the fighting #harmony rates ✨#best to worst #anime

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fishyfarms · 5 months ago

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FISH!!! Could I humbly request 14, 36, and/or 48?? 🙇 only answer them if u want to of course!! Lots of love from me 2 u (also feel better soon pookie!!) 💚💚

- @oorangesoda

[14] What does it take to make them laugh, and what does their laugh sound like?

Weirdly enough it doesn’t take that much to make her laugh. The only real requirement is that she likes you. Or at least tolerates you. Her grandpa was very much a dad-joke at every opportunity kind of guy and so the bar was low for August growing up in terms of humor. Her like normal laugh is just a regular like. Haha. But if you really get her going she has what I love to describe as the dad-laugh where it’s like. Straight from the gut. You know what I’m talking about she’d have that I can not see her giggling kicking her feet no she’s like full on 50 year old man wheezing

[36] Do they own items that have sentimental value?

A few, yeah! She’s got a t-shirt she got from her grandpa when she was 6. He got it for her from a fishing trip—she was supposed to go with him but she freaked out about leaving the city last minute and so he ended up getting her a souvenir. It’s got the words EAT. SLEEP. FISH written on it with a badly drawn cartoon salmon in the middle, and he bought it a million sizes too big for little August so that she’d grow into it. She hated it growing up but ever since he passed she wears it pretty often—mainly as a pajama shirt.

She also has a bracelet that her brother Harry made for her before she left for the valley. It’s one of those yarn bracelets you’d make at camp in like an hour. When he found out August was leaving he freaked out and was like. Man I gotta give her something so she doesn’t forget me ever! So August wears it all the time 24/7 and shows it off like it’s the most expensive piece of jewelry she owns. “Oh this old thing? Ha—it’s a Harry Callihan original. One of a kind, actually. Maybe I can convince him to make you one but I don’t know he only makes stuff for the coolest people he knows.” Like she’s so annoying about it

[48] Are they, or were they at some point in their life, a part of any subculture?

Oh yes. Ohhhhhhhh yes. August transitioned between emo and punk on a day to day basis when she was in school. Her hair? Dyed and bleached and shaved off to SHIT by her own hands. The amount of eyeliner that’s been rubbed into this poor girl’s eye like it’s a miracle she isn’t blind. She was so obnoxious about it too like fully telling people who could and could not be emo and/or punk. She took the gatekeep in gaslight gatekeep girlboss too far I fear. She’s grown out of those subcultures in the sense of like. Not directly interacting with either scene as much anymore. But they’re still very core to her being and she has no shame or internal cringe about any of it :) one day I’ll draw some of her kid looks I need everyone to see my visions for her

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv farmer #sdv oc #farmer august #sorry this took so long for me to answer #I was debating drawing stuff for this! but decided not too #too many other things to do #but it was still funnn getting to answer :)#August before the valley is such a creature #like I love her #she would not love me back #but I love her :)

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thewitchwannabe · 1 year ago

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Food is a love language

Mikey loved to cook, he loved being able to provide a nice meal for his family. It gave him a sense of pride, that fact that he was trusted to do so. Feeding a family of five was tough, especially when said family had to live hidden from society. Getting food had always been a priority for the newly freed mutant family. When they escaped the facility, Splinter was the one who would go out at night, and get food and supplies while they were asleep. As they grew up Leo would often try to stay awake to watch over them, until their dad came back. There wasn’t much cooking going on back then. They mostly ate premade things Splinter found, or some instant noodles they could prepare with the old kettle they had. Little by little they started to put together their kitchen, as well as the rest of their home. Luckily Donny turned out to be a genius and managed to repair the broken appliances they found at the junkyard. And so their dad started preparing them food right there in the lair. Mikey seemed to be a natural, often helping Splinter in the kitchen.

When Leo was 12, she begged Splinter to let her go on a grocery run with him, claiming it would be great training. Two months after that she started getting groceries on her own, and she’d come back home to tell them all she saw while on the surface. Mikey remembered one night his sister came back from the surface, she looked even more excited than normal, but she quickly composed herself to report to their dad and drop off the groceries. Then she called him and his siblings to Donny’s makeshift lab, her excitement back on her face. ‘Ninja’ she had said, like them except not like them cuz they were human. She told them about how a group of ninjas tried to break into an antique store, but she stopped them. They all listened to her amazed, they’ve never been in a real fight before only their practice spars. Mikey couldn’t help but think his big sister was the coolest.

When she was done, Donny, the ever logical one, asked why she had told them here and not in the living room where their father was. Leo confessed that she didn’t want their dad to know she got into a fight with another ninja clan, especially since she was planning on doing it again. Mikey remembered being absolutely shocked about this, Leo had always been the responsible one, the one that Splinter trusted to watch over them when he had to leave the lair. And now she was trying to keep secrets from him. Leo stood up and explained that the ninja were clearly up to no good and it would be up to her to stop them. Little 9 year old Raph stood up as well, proclaiming that he'd help too. Be like the Robin to Leo’s Batman. Mikey soon decided he wanted to fight bad guys too, and Donny didn’t take much convincing after that. Leona was all too giddy back then ‘We’ll be just like the Star Force!’ She said, referring to her all time favorite anime.

That was how they started to get in the Foot’s way. A bunch of kids trying to play the heroes, not knowing where that would take them. Now Mikey wasn’t that much older than Leo had been back then, but he can now see what a reckless idea that was. Things didn’t work like in comic books, punches hurt and weapons leave scars. Especially when the leader of the enemy clan wanted them dead. Their father would have probably died during his fight with the Shredder, if it wasn’t for Leo stopping the draining jutsu in time. Leo was only 13 then, and she single-handedly broke him and his brothers out of the cell the Foot was holding them in. Mikey wasn’t sure how she managed to do that, but the blood on her katanas gave him some ideas.

Leona changed after that night, suddenly her little brothers could only depend on her since their father was stuck in their makeshift med bay, snapping in and out of consciousness. She stopped coming back from the surface with groceries and stories, instead she came back with news about Karai and foot ninja. Luckily they had April now who helped them with groceries and medical supplies for Splinter. Donny was also busy, as he was the most medically knowledgeable out of all them, he was the one in charge of caring for Splinter.

Mikey remembers feeling lost back then, he didn’t know what to do, where to stand, how he could help. Leo and Donny had a place, a job, even April was doing her part. But he just felt useless. He would just sit in the living room, not reading a comic or watching tv, just sitting there, waiting for someone to tell him what to do. One day after April had just left, he saw Raph try to approach Leo, with the same lost face he had. Leo, to her credit, wasn’t rude at all, she held his hands and kneeled down to talk up to him. ‘Can this wait, Raphie?’ She asked sweetly. Raph slowly nodded his head, receiving a light kiss on the forehead, before Leo walked away and disappeared into the med bay. Raph stood there staring at his sister, frozen, not knowing what he even wanted to say before. Mikey slowly stood up and walked towards his little brother. ‘Hey Raph, you hungry?’ He asked with his best and most reassuring smile. Raph’s eyes lit up, maybe for the first time since the night of the showdown, Mikey wasn’t sure.

They walked towards the kitchen where April had left the groceries. It wasn’t that much, or varied, but it was enough. He picked the bag of rice and washed it thoroughly, and put it in the rice maker. While that cooked he got to work on the curry, so it was ready to serve when the rice was done. After a ‘ding’ from the rice cooker, Mikey scooped out a healthy serving of rice and bathed it in his curry stew. Raph sat quietly, at the kitchen table, he looked so small, Mikey remembered. Of course he was small, he was the youngest, and was barely 10 back then, but to Mikey at that moment, Raph looked even smaller. He watched as Raph took the first bite before immediately digging in for more. Mikey let out a laugh before preparing a plate for himself and sat down besides Raph. The two finished up their plates quickly and went back to the living room to watch one of Raph’s favorite shows. About an hour or two passed before Raph started to doze off. Mikey helped Raph get to bed and sat with him until he fell asleep.

With new motivation, Mikey returned to the kitchen, and prepared two more plates. He walked decisively over to the med bay, where he forcibly made his older siblings eat them. It was the first real meal they had eaten in a few days, Mikey remembered, since he didn’t count granola bars and coffee as a ‘meal’. They ate slower than him and Raph but they enjoyed it all the same. Mikey explained how Raph was fed and asleep before a ‘beep’ sound alerted Donny that one of his blood analyses was finished. They quickly finished their plate ‘thanks for the meal’ he said, dashing to check the results. Leona, looked at Mikey with one of her signature big sister smiles, ‘thank you Mikey, it was delicious’ she had said. Mikey still remembered Leo’s face very clearly, she was tired, always either patrolling or helping Donny care for their dad. And yet he managed to make her smile, and maybe just maybe helped alleviate a little bit of the stress she carried. It was one of Mikey’s proudest moments, and it showed him the power a warm meal could have.

And so he stood in the kitchen, a little over two years after the showdown, and with another crisis at their doorstep. Mikey was sure that whatever Hun and his dragons had in store, they could handle. He and his siblings were even stronger than before, and now they had April and Casey to help them too! But he could tell the situation was stressing Leo out, no longer the kid who eagerly declared herself as a defender of justice. Now his older sister's primary worry was making sure her family and friends were safe from whatever nonsense life threw at them. So he did what he does best, he stirred his pot of curry just like his father had taught him waiting for the ‘ding’ of the rice cooker. He carried plates of curry towards the dojo, the lights were on despite the hour. Leo was always training during her free time lately. He didn’t bother knocking knowing the delicious smell of his food was enough notice.

And his assumption was correct as Leo immediately stopped her movement “No food in the dojo remember” she said, her back still to him. Of course Mikey knew the rule, he vividly remembered the spaghetti and meatballs incident, that tatami mat had to be replaced. Which is why he stood just outside the dojo “well I guess I’ll just have to take these plates of handmade curry back to the kitchen and eat them all by myself” he said dramatically already turning on his heels. It took less than a minute for Leo to sheath her swords and follow him. Which Mikey considered one of the biggest compliments his cooking could get. They walked quietly through the lair, because their training made their footsteps naturally quiet and because they were the only ones awake at the moment. Splinter had turned in just after normal dinner time, and Raph had followed an hour or so later. Even Donny had left their lab and went to bed, whether he was still awake lying on said bed was another matter entirely. It wasn’t too uncommon for this situation to happen. Leo often liked to use this alone time to do some cleaning therapy, ‘it relaxes me’ she had said once. And Mikey liked to make sure Leo at least showed some signs of wanting to go to sleep before turning in himself.

They settled at the kitchen table, and ate in comfortable silence, only broken by the sound of silverware hitting the plate and pleased ‘hums’. “Thank you Mikey, it was delicious,” Leo said. Once they were both finished the two of them stood to start cleaning up the kitchen. Mikey washed the dishes and passed them off for Leo to dry them. Still Mikey noticed his sister’s face lost in thought, like she was going through every single thing that could go wrong in the near future. Mikey turned off the sink and turned towards his sister, leaning on the counter. “So what’s up with you and Casey?” He asked. Leo’s eyes went wide, at the sudden question “What do you mean? He’s my friend, he’s our friend Mikey” she said. ‘So she hasn’t noticed yet’ Mikey thought amused. “No, I mean how do you FEEL about him?”. Leo proceeded to put away the dry dishes, while giving thought to the question, “He’s fun I guess, Raph certainly thinks so, he’s pretty impulsive, and lacks some real combat training, but I can tell he has a natural instinct in battle”, she says, her masking the small blush forming on her cheeks. “He’s pretty laid back, but he cares a lot about his family, I mean that's why he’s doing his whole vigilante thing”, Mikey watched as his sister continued to ramble about their friend with an amused smile. “And he has this really goofy smile, and he calls me Blue! Which I-I kinda like actually” The blush on Leona’s face was becoming even more obvious, “no one really calls me anything special like that, it’s cute”. The last few words came out somewhat unsure, probably the first time she actually processed her thoughts Mikey thought. It was nice seeing this side to his sister, all flustered over a boy, actually behaving her age instead of some sort of parent. Mikey couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, making Leo pout. “What’s with the question anyways?” she asked. “Just wanted to see if you figured it out,” Mikey said, getting up and heading to his room. “Eh?” Leo stood there perplexed “figure out what?”. But Mikey didn’t respond and just kept walking, “FIGURE OUT WHAT?!” Leo asked again, having followed her younger brother all the way to the hallway. “Night sis!” Mikey said, with a smile closing the door to his room, leaving Leona out.

Leona was about to knock on Mikey’s door and ask again what the shell he meant, but opted out of it. It was late, they both needed to get some rest, so she walked over to her room. She layed in bed trying to sleep, but her mind was stuck on her conversation with Mikey. He’d been oddly interested in her opinion of Casey. ‘Figure out what?’ She thought to herself. She turned around in bed pulling the covers over her, closing her eyes to go to sleep. But her mind kept wandering back to the human vigilante. She thought of the way he’d smirk and call her nicknames she didn’t know the meaning to. They couldn’t be anything mean she figured, April would probably say something if that was the case. Or how he managed to look both dorky and cool with his mask. Or the way he had picked her up the other night, ‘he’s pretty cool’, she thought. She buried further into the covers, her face feeling oddly warm, she wondered why.

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#witchie art #digital art #tmnt #new destiny au #tmnt new destiny #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt leo #tmnt donnie #caseynardo #but Leona is just starting to realize she likes Casey #this chapter took a while #sorry

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