#Mystical burrito

[fanartka]

[mystmesstolemysoul]

Zen: I'm actually kinda possessive

Me, an independent bitch who hates being told what to do by anyone: *twirling my hair* Tell me more

[milks-thoughts]

TW: wounds and blood, but other than that: Wholesome fluff! (children)

Summary: the turtles have a younger sibling, guess who decides he’s gonna take care of ‘em

I decided to make reader a fox yokai with teleportation powers, why? I dont know it just feels like it fits. (tagging @regretisstoredintheme because this is a version of their request ^^)

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞

♥︎ you were really difficult to take care of only because you kept teleporting

♥︎ and yet every time you think you got away with it, Raph always found you

♥︎ honestly? you keep giving Raph heart attacks. that’s why you can’t play hide and seek

♥︎ bath time is honestly so difficult because you keep teleporting out of the tub

♥︎ you’ve absolutely gotten mirror trapped before. please stop. they’ve already got banned from the mystic library

♥︎ Leo absolutely gave you the nickname “ Batata (sweet potato) “ and it absolutely stuck

♥︎ Raph whipped his head around trying to find you “ okay batata you can come out now- “ he can’t believe he lost a 7 year old! walking around the lair, checking under everything and everyone. You sniffed and paused as Raph whipped his head around to your hiding spot. Blinking you covered your snout hoping that it’d quiet you down. He paused again and stared confused, hadn’t he already checked there? You cheered as he left “ you win! I forfeit “ he threw his hands up “ cmon we can watch ghostbears newest match! “ you perked up at that and slinked out of your hiding spot sneaking up behind Raph you attached yourself to his shell and gave his neck a big wet boop from your nose. He jumped at the feeling and grabbed you by your scruff “ what has Raph told you about doin that? “ you felt your ears fall and tail situated between your legs as you whimpered “ not to do that.. “ Raph looked at you softly and used his free hand to gently pet your cheek “ Raphs sorry for gettin mad, you really scared me! “ he said only adding more fuel to the shameful emotional fire. He sighed softly putting you down on the sofa “ cmon let’s watch some wrestling “ your ears perked up at that “ yay! “ you cheered throwing up your hands. Raph smiled softly at your antics and pet the top of your head, you pushed into his head and cheered as ghostbear pinned down his opponent. Raph wondered why you found wrestling so cool, his brothers didn’t like it that much, but he wasn’t mad. He had a buddy to watch it with!

♥︎ Raph hummed in worry as you twisted on your bed, pain wrinkled across your face. You had gotten really sick all the sudden, everyone kept reassuring him it was just a bad case of the flu. but you looked in so much pain for someone so young, 8 year olds shouldn’t go through this pain, he couldn’t help but worry. Raph pet your ears gently as he hummed you always enjoyed when he sung “ you are my sunshine “ before bed. It was the only way to get you to sleep when you were in your terrible twos. Raphs gentle humming filled your ears as you gently opened your eyes. Rolling you smiled at him “ hiya Raphie “ you rasped out, your voice dry and gravely “ oh my baby.. “ he whispered out quietly as he grabbed some water. That’d been the first time you were really there when you woke up, you had gotten so out of it. Raphs gentle singing filled the room again as he lulled you to sleep, he had taken to holding you like a baby all wrapped up in your blankets like a burrito. Raphs chasm lifted each day as you eventually got well again. You had been kicking back in no time, you just needed a little help.

♥︎ you guys thought Raph was mad when Shredder grabbed Leo? He went bonkers when the Shredder cornered you, the empty remains of the lair crumbling around you as you snarled at the suit of armor. you saw your own terror filled reaction in its reflective surface. This was over it had to be watching the Shreeders arm come down and slice open your leg, oh god you were going to d- your thoughts were cut off as Raph body checked the Shredder, his glowing frame buzzed with anger as Leo rushed over and grabbed you. You never saw Raph so angry slamming Shredder into the wall over and over again, it eventually got the upper hand and forced him away, making him retreat to you. When you all were going to Todds place he was panicking. you gentle whines filled the turtle tank as you trembled pain shaking your frame. “ it’ll be okay “ was all you could hear, Mikey’s gentle touches making you at least some what calmer. You started to sob as Leo wrapped your leg, Raphs hand rubbed your face and murmured the song you loved so much. Donnie could only stare, he had lost his own child after all. Sheldon was completely destroyed. You eventually fell asleep but god was it terrifying. You were only 9, how could he let that happen?

[dasenergi-diary]

Oh, @africanmorning has tagged me again! These are always fun. Thanks for the love!

Relationship status: Single

Favorite colour: I only wear black shirts, but I say my favorite color is white. Artists have told me that neither of those are colors. (White is the absence of color and black is ALL colors.) So I'll say sky blue.

Song stuck in my head: The best Christmas song that is decidedly NOT a Christmas song (I listen to it year-round) is "Santa Claus" by Throwing Muses.

Favorite food: I live solely on bean & cheese burritos. Okay, that is a lie. I love my salads and my fruits too. But, yeah, bean & cheese burritos are my comfort food.

Last song I listened to: "Hymn To The Soul" by Laor.

Dream trip: Greece for the ancient history, Scotland for my ancestors.

Last thing I Googled: I fell down a rabbit-hole looking up all the magic and mysticism on Mount Ararat.

I'll tag: @little-big and @sandbagged thanks for playing along!

[tmnt-tychou]

So. There were time-travel hi-jinks of some kind. (Possibly an attempt to take Casey back to his own time?) And the turtles ended up accidentally kidnapping their younger selves to the present. Now they're trying to put them back. Leo thinks he can portal them into the past, Mikey's attempting to use his mystic powers, and Donnie's planning to build a time machine.

Meanwhile, Raph hasn't slept in three days. He gives off big mama-gator energy and the baby turtle reptile brains say "scary-looking predator will keep us safe." They have been crawling all over him and never sleeping since they have been taken by strangers. (Splinter is not home. When Raph and Mikey came back from California, he decided since his sons were all in their 20's he could actually leave the lair for a while. He went on some spiritual journey in yokai territory. No one knows when he'll come back.)

Mona and April are roommates and will be happy to help Raph have a few hours' sleep. Leo was being naughty. He had to be burritoed in a blanket for safe transport.

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[lazypanartist]

Hi i went with a different take on this one i hope you enjoy this blind box!! Also, another Yokai reader because i find them so fun to write.

- 📝 anon

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Leonardo never thought you'd be here. If he did, he never in a million years would have dragged himself into these rafters, let alone his brothers. Never snuck his family into this free showing of New York Indie Music show by the docks. Never gave them a front row seat to his downfall.

After all, he never knew you of all people joined a band.

He was about to say they should all bounce, say that he and his hermanos should ditch and go get some pizza, but…well, his wretched darling little brother looked over one of the metal beams he laid across and down at the newest band on stage, and perked in curiosity.

"Hey! It's your ex!"

Awesome. Cool. Super super cool.

Donatello looked down as well, scrunching his snout some before going back to looking at his phone. "Let's see here…Ah yeah, Dark Lighthouse. Looking at everything here, it seems they're friends with the guitarist and sometimes lend their voice to some songs. My guess is the band is using one of those."

What rotten luck. That six month old wound opened up like the eye of a storm.

"And you didn't say anything because…?"

"Uh, you said you both agreed to split and that it was cool? Plus, I didn't know they were performing a song they had a part in."

Leonardo grumbled and looked away, back down at you, eyes trailing over your agitated shadow under the harsh lights. Tendrils of your hidden form twisting and weaving anxiously.

He remembered when you got that crack on your cloaking broach. Your shadow never did look right after that, but it still compressed your much bigger, more sharp and tentacle-y form down into a handsome package that fit in his arms nicely. It never mattered how you looked though, either form was marvelous to him.

"You good man..?" Raphael patted his shell. "You're lookin' pale."

No. He was sitting above the reason why he couldn't move on. Sitting above the person who severed ties with him with no explanation.

The sea monster yokai who had sunk his heart like a stray lifeboat.

"I'm fine."

"You wanna head out?" His older brother asked, looking down at you as well. You looked distant, but even he could see you were trying to calm your nerves. The small audience was milling about, not really paying attention as you set up.

Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes-

"No! No, it's fine. They just gotta sing one song and then it's onward to the next band. It's whatever, I don't care." Leonardo watched as you turned to the drummer, who said something that you gave a stilted nod to. He knew he was lying through his teeth, but he couldn't leave. Something about it sat poorly in his gut.

Mikey gave him a disapproving look. "Nardo, it's fine if we head out. It's-"

"Let's stay. Just one song."

Sighing, the youngest shrugged and the four continued to watch Dark Lighthouse get ready. "I think that's a bad choice, but if it gives you some closure, okay…"

He wondered if you would sound like you did when you used to sing with him in the kitchen, making breakfast burritos or scrubbing last night's supper off the plates. He remembered calling you a Siren once, with how your voice would lead anyone to you.

You gave him a half hour talk about how Sirens were bird women and you were decidedly more sea creature-y and not like the temptresses. Apparently it was a big deal between the avians and sea folk.

A guitar began to play, strumming a riff that made him think of a rocking boat on dark waves. More instruments dropped in, and he could feel the salty air and the whirling ocean breeze.

And then you began harmonizing with the rest of the band members, and Leonardo felt his heart crush the air from his lungs and fill with only thoughts of you. And then your swirling voice pulled him in.

"On some level I think I always understood

That these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever."

Leon saw the nights he shared with you in the mystic city, cooking with you only to find you'd cut or burn yourself. Nights he'd hold your clawed hand gently and wrap a plaster around the offensive area. The sharp nails made you have issues with fine motor things, but he marveled at them all the same, decorated with colourful bandages or not.

"And I tried to do the best that I could

But try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to hold you."

The terrapin thought of how you always seemed so…distant. 

You were never good with physical affection. He thought you might have been similar to his brother Donnie, but instead of being overstimulated by touch sometimes…

It was almost like you were scared to touch him. Like he would break.

"It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest. With this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful."

He wanted you back. He felt like a ship, longing to dock but being turned away. Aching for respite but having no option to find a port.

"There is love that doesn't have a place to rest…" 

He still loved you. Six months did nothing to turn the tide in his chest. And he had a feeling you loved him, too!

Leonardo thinks that scares you.

"-But it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders…"

Like you thought your love was nothing but a burden to him.

The night you left him played on repeat in his mind. How you claimed you would do nothing but hold him back. He wished you would let him make the decision of whether you were bad for him or not. Wished you weren't so sure you would be his misery.

The ninja continued to watch you, your voice cascading and washing through the crowd like a riptide. People watched, sure, but he felt riveted by your performance. He swore, he could taste the sea breeze of your breath. Could feel the whirlpools your cold hands would trace along his shell's scutes.

"On some level I think I always understood

That a ship could never really love an anchor."

Your thoughts swam with your dark tendrils latching to the anchor line of a ship, his ship, pulling it down, down, down to its doom.

"So I did the only thing that I could

And severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor…"

You had to cut him free from you. Leonardo, as funny and handsome and charming as he was, would never be happy with the quiet, cold, hard to love likes of you. It would end in tragedy, and you loved him enough to sever your monstrous tendrils that held fast to him.

Sea serpents, krakens, beastly yokai like you…they never got a happy ending. He deserved one. And you'd provide him the opportunity to be free of you and have it.

"There are times when I still wonder about you."

The red eared slider peered over the support beams more. He wanted so badly to leave, but felt like he was drawn to your melancholic voice, knowing he would just be dashed upon the rocks his ship wrecked into. Donatello had to keep a grip on the lip of his shell to make sure he didn't fall from the rafters and do just that.

Even now, you held back, even when it hurt you. Your feelings, your fears…

Your voice.

Leo knew your voice could rip his heart asunder. 

"You are someone I have loved, but never known."

Did you love him still, he wondered? Loved him like he loves you?

It made his heart skip a beat, the ebb and flow of his tide disrupted.

Why weren't you singing like he knew you could?

Why did he want you to? Why did he want to become shipwrecked, sunk into the depths of your echo and scattered like debris along the sharp, unlit cliffs you warned and threatened and promised him?

"And you'll never see the reasons I had

For keeping my claws away, when they were close enough to hurt you."

He wanted it to hurt.

Saltwater trailed down his cheeks as he leaned more, the drops glittering through moonlight and stage lights like the rain of a monsoon before landing on your hands, which clutched the mic like a life ring. You looked up.

Your eyes met.

Brine stung your eyes.

"I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel."

You never looked away. Leo couldn't find he could either. His heart was too busy fighting the current of your voice, sinking fast into your undertow into the frigid, pitch black depths.

"I am all the things they might have said to you."

Why was he here? Why was he here, now, just when you felt you could finally move on and never think about the warm sun and cool breeze Leonardo brought with him? Why now, when your emotions laid bare and raw and ripped open like whale fall?

You were unwound from him, like plastic and fishing net snipped free of a sea creature's throat. So why was he here, and why was he miserable, and why is it always your fault?

Where was his sun and wind? Why was he nothing but a deluge, dark and miserable as he stared wide eyed down at you, his rain touching the abyss you dwelled?

"Do you ever think of me, and my two hands?"

Leo found himself mouthing his answer as he felt the phantom touch of your clawed, webbed digits on his skin or the cold brush of a smooth tentacle along his arm.

Yes. 

"And wonder why

They never soothed your fevers"

But you soothed his fears during sleepless nights.

"And wonder why

They never tied your shoes"

But you picked him up after particularly brutal fights.

"And wonder why

They never held you gently"

But you sat near him, close enough to touch despite fearing he would catch upon your unpleasantly sharp bits when he craved closeness.

"And wonder why

They never had the chance to lose you"

But he lost you.

The song closed, the rocking ocean waves of the melody ceasing when the band finished, and you dove away off stage, wiping your face silently as you slunk away.

Leo was no better, Michelangelo having to help haul him back onto the rafters they hid in and talked to him quietly, whispering that he would be fine and that they should leave and how he would feel better after time and pizza. Needing to gather himself, Leo asked his brothers to go on ahead, telling them he would catch up soon.

Raphael gave him a tight squeeze, and soon it was just him in that rundown warehouse's ceiling, shuddering breaths making him feel like he was fighting to not breath in sea water.

You slid down the metal siding of the venue, staring at the cold, wet concrete of the alley. Streaks of oil slick soiled your clothes while you did nothing but watch. Three shadows passed to the left, not far from you, and you could hear familiar chatter like that of gulls as they flew away, sailing home across a sea of rooftops like a flock of albatrosses.

A fourth landed nearby, and you struggled to not shoo him away. Instead, you pretended like you weren't there, willing to let your vessel sink below the waves rather than address the other.

Leonardo sat next to you, silently. 

A nautical pennant was raised, awaiting your own.

Your head bowed, accepting his request to communicate despite six months of radio silence.

The two of you talked quietly, sitting on the wet ground as a chill seeped deep into your bones like arctic waves. You played catch up like he wasn't a ship spiraling in the eddies of a maelstrom, like you weren't Charybdis ready to pull him down to you once more. Like the two of you would wash up on black and white sand beaches dotted with coral reefs and promises of safe seas.

"...It uh. Really hurt me when you left. But…it was supposed to, wasn't it?"

You, your feelings bottled tightly like a model ship and held near to your chest, didn't say anything.

"Yeah. I figured. You know, dooming us from the start doesn't make the whole superstition about sea monster yokai being cursed with love any easier to navigate. You gave up before we had a chance."

"...You deserve something that won't ruin you later."

"I mean, yeah. Maybe. And maybe that would have been you, but it could have not been."

You had long since removed your broach. If he was seeing your raw feelings, he should see you as well. Your eyes slowly trailed over to where he sat next to you, pressed against your scaled shoulder.

"...I guess."

"I think…you should try to be a bit more willing to hope for good things. It might do you good."

These waters were treacherous, and neither of you had a way to navigate. He could see the sky, the wind direction, and any approaching weather. You could see the depths, hidden dangers and strong channels and currents that might sweep someone away.

…But. You had each other, one able to help where the other would fail.

Your tightly clenched hands let go, dropping and shattering your bottle.

"I'm scared. This all scares me."

"I know."

"It makes me scared FOR you."

"I know."

"I don't know what to do…" You whispered, flag held aloft. "I don't know where we go from here, what we do from here." You swallowed down an anchor. "I'm sorry. I really am."

Leonardo slowly, slow enough that you could pull away should you wish, tucked his hand into yours and squeezed it. A rush of warm, southern winds fluttered your heart and sail.

The terrapin threw you a line, mooring his ship to you. And you held it fast with scales and fins and claw.

"I accept your apology, and I forgive you. It's okay to mess up."

You wanted to argue against his words, but in doing so you would no longer be tethered. So, instead, you held tighter and trusted his direction.

"You're right."

"Of course I am!" He smirked up at you charmingly, and your tentacles twisted and writhed as you remembered what made you fall so hard for him in the first place.

His smile. His warmth. His wit.

His sail caught a breeze, and your thick, finned tail caught a current, the two of you maneuvering away from the rocks and high tides.

"Can we try again?"

Another rope tossed down. You caught it between rows of teeth and began to pull him, cautious to not shred the lines he gave you.

"I would like that. I will…try being more open about how I feel."

"And I'll listen more and take them more seriously. I know the whole 'love is doomed for sea monsters' thing really gets to you."

You gave a shaky smile, and he gave his own back.

Leonardo's raft touched the pebbled and rocky shore gently, and as he looked back into the cool, kelp-dotted shallows, he could see you, waiting. Listening. There for him like he was for you.

It wasn't a sun soaked paradise, with tropical reefs and golden sand, but it was yours. It was your love. And you would work until it became what you both deserved and needed.

OHHHHH MY GOG!!!

I don't think I've ever seen this concept done.. sea monster Yokai my beloved 💕

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Fierce Dadity HC’s because I’m tired and like them-

Tying Wars up with his own scarf is Fierce’s go to when he’s doing something stupid? Can’t/won’t sleep? Fierce ties him to the bed with his scarf. Got himself injured and won’t see the healers? Wound gets wrapped with the scarf before the rest of him does so that he’ll stay still long enough for the healers to take care of him. Blaming himself and feeling guilty? (There’s a word but I can’t think of how to spell it.) Fierce burritos him and sits on him while refuting and arguing against every thought.

Similar things happen with Sky and his sailcloth. Can’t sleep cause of bad dreams? Sailcloth burrito. Feeling guilty over the curse? Fierce wraps him up tight enough that he ain’t going anywhere and gives him a lecture that’s an hour long minimum about how it isn’t Sky’s fault. Missing Zelda? Wraps him in the sailcloth and snuggles.

Warriors glared grumpily. "This is ridiculous and you know it."

"Hush, little soldier," Fierce remarked as he wrapped the wound. "Your incessant whining is distracting."

"I'm not whining--"

Fierce paused, laying a piercing, blank stare at him. Warriors shuddered a little, sufficiently schooled, and looked down. The sight of his own scarf securely snugged around his waist to keep him situated against the tree trunk made him flush in embarrassment again.

Warriors flinched a little as the mystical cursed deity finished his work, tying off the last of the gauze with a strong, swift motion. When Fierce cleaned his hands with some water, the captain dared to ask, "So can you untie me now?"

Fierce eyed him. "That depends entirely upon your ability to actually listen this time, Captain."

"I'm not completely insubordinate," Warriors tried to bargain. "I do listen on occasion."

"On occasion."

Warriors sighed. "It was a mistake, Fierce. I didn't think the wound needed immediate attention."

"You never do, Captain. If little Pup hadn't pointed it out you would have left it to get infected."

"I would not, I'm not that neglectful."

Fierce stared at him until he shriveled again. Giving up on the argument, he rolled his eyes. "I appreciate the assistance and I won't disturb the wound. Now will you please allow me some dignity and untie me?"

The blank, glowing gaze lingered a moment longer and then the smooth, marked face softened. "Very well. Behave, little soldier."

As the deity loosened Warriors' bonds, whimpering caught both their attention. Fierce and Warriors looked to the right to see Sky shivering in his bedroll, twisting a little in the blanket, clearly in distress. Warriors tried to get to him but was held down by impossibly strong hands.

"I'll handle little Songbird," Fierce said. "Stay here and rest."

Warriors bit his lip, but he nodded. As Fierce walked away, he looked down with realization and snapped exasperatedly, "Hey, you didn't finish untying me!"

Fierce was ignoring him by now, grabbing Sky's discarded sailcloth and slowly starting to wrap him in it. When he sat the young knight up to get the sailcloth around his shoulders, Sky shuddered and his eyes snapped open.

"It's all right, Songbird," Fierce said softly, tightening the sailcloth. "It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep."

Sky panted for air, looking around wildly, "Captain--"

"He's safe," Fierce assured, motioning to Warriors with his head.

Warriors huffed. "Safe and secured. I'm okay, Sky, I promise."

"But--"

"Songbird," Fierce cut in, a little firmer. "You know what would happen to anything or anyone who would dare try to hurt you or the captain."

Sky took a steadying breath, looking Fierce in the eye, and relaxed visibly. The deity tucked him in a little tighter and helped him lay back down as the teenager fell back asleep, at peace once more.

[mywifeleftme]

224: Hedge & Donna Capers // Special Circumstances

Special Circumstances Hedge & Donna Capers 1970, Capitol

I recently found this record on the street in Portland, Maine and I have to admit to rescuing it purely because I’d never seen a mixed-race ‘60s folk duo before. Special Circumstances is a lot better than I’d expected from a discarded folk-pop record—one mafia-related disappearance or Glenn Frey connection away from a Light in the Attic reissue, say. (We do get Bernie Leadon playing a bit of dobro, which is in the vicinity.) The husband-and-wife duo of Keene Hedges Capers and Donna Capers (née Carson) harmonize as smoothly as you could wish, and the instrumental credits are littered with session studs, including Flying Burrito Brother and pedal steel legend Sneaky Pete Kleinow and Carole Kaye on bass. Janis Ian also drops in to lend piano to Hedge & Donna’s rendition of her treacly number “He’s a Rainbow.”

The pop-leaning tunes (like “Rainbow” and “Sunshine”) aren’t the best use of anyone’s talents but they’re not especially grating,  and the album’s late pivot to gospel is more pleasant than enervating, but Special Circumstances punches its ticket with a run of sublime ballads on the a-side. Most of these songs are Capers originals, but their quality is really a testament to the pros who can make even pedestrian songwriting sound like the relieving warmth that radiates from a good stretch. On “Becoming” the players cup Hedge and Donna’s close harmonies and spiritual sweet nothings like a flower holding a pair of drowsing field mice. The soul jazz-tinted medley that follows (“Higher Country / Uhuru / Adunde”) is more ambitious, Donna’s lead vocal landing somewhere between Sandy Denny and Miriam Makeba as the mystical, minor key “Higher Country” dissolves into a series of African chants. The lazy stream from the title track to “Strawberry Malt” features some of the prettiest country-folk backing you’ll hear on any record from 1970. I’d happily stick these four songs up against nearly anything I’ve heard from the recent glut of b- and c-tier folk reissues.

Overall, Special Circumstances gets a pass from me for its becoming lack of overt commercial ambitions, and the easy craftsmanship nearly every part of it displays. It’s not perfect, but to my surprise it’s managed to grab my ear despite coming home amid a pile of records I actually paid for, even if I’ll probably seldom play the second side again.

224/365

[casualhilarity]

1, 7, and 18 from the asks ◡̈

LINDS!!!! 🥰🥰 thank you 🥹🫶🏻

1. chipotle order?

I literally had to look up chipotle menu bc I don’t get to eat there very often 💀 (not bc I don’t like it! I just live a little outta the way from one and your girl hates driving 🫡) but a burrito bowl with chicken, white rice, black beans, guac, sour cream, corn, cheese, and queso on the side 🤭

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

I always loved seeing the sharks as a kid 🥹 (fun fact! I graduated high school and did my freshman year of college declared a marine biology track to hopefully study them! That…did not happen lol) but also the jellyfish and the rays and dolphins and yeah 🦈🐬🦑🐙🐡 I really loved the aquarium where I grew up. The one in the state I’m in now SUCKS. Unsolicited fave aquariums in no particular order: Aquarium of the Pacific (Long Beach, CA), Georgia Aquarium (Atlanta, GA), New England Aquarium (Boston, MA), Mystic Aquarium (Mystic, CT), Dallas World Aquarium (Dallas, TX).

18. your boba/tea order?

I haven’t found any boba I like and let me tell you why: I don’t like tea 🤣 the “closest” to tea I’ve found I like is chai. I’m open to suggestions tho!!

[watercolorofthemoon]

tag 9 people you want to get to know better!!

ty so much @fantasyinallforms for tagging me! <3

Three Ships: bagginshield (the hobbit), the ranchers (double life SMP), GIGOLAS MY LOVEEE (LOTR)

Last Song: FXRGET MY NAME by KUTE and Scarlxrd

Last Movie: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles : The Movie

Currently Reading: The Silmarillion

Currently Watching: Rewatching the Life SMP series, Witchcraft SMP, Empires SMP (going back into my minecraft rp series RIP lmao)

Currently Consuming: Cantaloupe and Hot Cheetos

Currently Craving: Burrito Bowls and Alfredo Pasta

I'll tag a few people!! The lovely @galadrielspeaks, @must-be-mr-boggins, @middle-earth-tardis, @ilovemosss, @the-mystical-phoenix, @eylittlered, @maeofthenoldor <3 feel free to say i tagged u <3

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello there! I hope all is well with you~ I was wondering if I could request and have a romantic match-up with a Mystic Messenger, excluding Yoosung and Vanderwood because I do not see them in a romantic way, and Obey Me character, preferably only with any of the seven brothers since I also only see the rest as my friends. I might tell too much about myself, so I apologize if you find it lengthy to read. Please take your time doing mine if you have got a lot on your plate~ >//<

I will begin with the basics. My name is Luna, and I am a heterosexual referred to by 'she/her' pronouns. My zodiac sign is Libra, and until now, I have remained skeptical about my MBTI and enneagram results, so I will not disclose it. As for my outward appearance, I am average-looking with a soft and gentle aura, short height, and poor eyesight (so I am wearing rose-gold eyeglasses).

Proceeding with my personality, I am a routine-oriented homebody who enjoys being around familiar people and places and staying in my cozy private space to do my own thing. When it comes to the group setting, I usually take leadership or any important role because I like being included and involved in central planning, inasmuch as I prefer being one of the planners rather than a follower or solely the recipient of that plan. I am conscientious about my goals and responsibilities and have perfectionist tendencies, which resulted in me becoming a consistent principal's honor roll undergraduate student in one of the top universities in my homeland. Because of that, I may appear to be a highly career-oriented individual who does not know how to have fun, but trust me, I am also an idler and procrastinator who prefers to chill, daydream, and waste my time using social media platforms, playing otome, MOBA, and simulation games, listening to music, or reading fictional romance stories, including girls' love and boys' love or danmei novels.

In addition, I am withdrawn and reserved with individuals I do not know too well or vibe with but very understanding, easy-going, bubbly, expressive, affectionate, and humorous with my friends and other people I like. I am a go-with-the-flow person, never a risk-taker, and tend to conform to the rules because I dislike getting in trouble. I do not like being left behind and putting a burden on anyone, so I usually make myself low maintenance and suppress what I truly want. However, I am not very noble that I would stake my life for someone else nor forgiving that I would just sit by and allow someone to trample and treat me like a doormat.

In terms of likes and dislikes, I love plushies, docile cats, having out-of-nowhere insightful and meaningful conversations, squishmallows (I cannot sleep comfortably without hugging one), and wrapping myself in a warm and thick blanket like a burrito (since I have a terrible cold intolerance). I do not like dirty environments, tardiness, unnecessary disturbances, nosy, pigheaded, and close-minded individuals, and people who jeopardize group activities through their laziness.

Furthermore, in a relationship, I want it to be simply just being each other's safe space and rest. I am quite a private and low-key person as well, so I prefer if we both have hidden sides and many moments that we only know. My love languages are physical touch because I like cuddles, being hugged (like that big hug where I can bury myself on their chest or neck), and hugging people while caressing their hair, words of affirmation when I am comfortable telling what is on my mind, and quality time because once they enter my private space, I feel like I will absolutely love doing almost everything with them, even the simplest and most mundane things.

And that is all~ I apologize again if this is too long. Thank you so much in advance!! ♡

Hello Luna! Thank you for the request! Congratulations on getting on the Principal's honor roll so much, and in one of the top universities no less! I'm also an academic high achiever who loves to procrastinate so I totally get where you're coming from. Sorry your matchup took a while, I'm finally getting on top of my writing. I hope you like your matchup!

In Mystic Messenger, I match you with...

Jumin is someone who certainly understands what procrastination and burnout are.

I feel like during his time studying procrastination was something he had to overcome. Now, it's a long gone memory but he still remembers the tips and tricks he used to get motivated. He's more than happy to share them with you!

Definitely appreciates that you like cats. And unlike 707, he's happy for you to be around Elizabeth. She likes you (at least as much as a cat can show affection), so Jumin has no problem with you spending time with her.

Appreciates that you're a routine driven person. It makes it much easier to work in with his own, very busy, routine. He wants to make sure you feel cared for but he's so busy all the time. He has to schedule time with you to make sure he gets his daily dose of time with you.

Definitely sees you as his safe space. When work gets to be too much, he just wants to snuggle up with you, Elizabeth, and a few of your favourite Squishmallows.

Overall, a relationship with Jumin is one built on mutual trust and comfort.

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Academic rivals to lovers? I think so! I want to write this as a fanfic now...

Admires any meaningful conversations you two have. Satan lives on these moments. It gives him a chance to hear your thoughts while also showing off demonstrating his own knowledge about a wide variety of topics.

Definitely loves the fact that you like cats. Cat café dates are a must! He's also surprisingly fond of your Squishmallows (just don't mention it to his brothers, he will deny it).

Satan definitely enjoys spending quality time with you in his room. It's the place he feels most comfortable and his brothers usually leave him alone when he's in there. You guys can finally get a bit of privacy.

Touch starved! Get him used to snuggles and head pats and soon he'll be seeking them out all the time. It makes him feel like more than just his sin.

A relationship with Satan is one of growth and intelligent connection.

[lebuc]

'as if' apertif

* blend this letter blur into your daily break from fasting sprinkle this stanza spirit over your snack pack, soup, sandwich or saucy burrito, your dime...

food definitely can be a fount to ingest this sermon without a mount painlessly, with a pinch of patience to let its essence coalesce

& not be just another literary mess, foisted here, upon the masses without any self-awareness,  somehow trending toward classless.

so if food is your jam, chew on the letters in this salad ‘longside tomatoes, olives & ham; you ask nicely, i'll substitute salmon - hell yeah, smoked - who you take me for, some nooby or sumn?

then, dig that spirit is the parent - flesh, the 3 year-old who needs watching, feeding, changing & discipline; else you’ll have  a spoiled rotten child on your hands that only grows bigger, more unruly & sure of itself, as time fries....

with which are you walking, as far as the crow cries down this mystical road to glory

& whose garb will you don along that binary path - like or not this allegory?

me, easy - it's spirit & grilled food  with a mojito or three & whee... tho’ i’m not so sure about thee - but - peace, anyway. * 8/22 - lebuc - 'as if' apertif

[bladesofmercy]

I was tagged by @skinslip (ty ♥️) to answer questions and tag people okay here we go

Relationship Status: taken, i got a gf now single

Favorite Color: red, black

Song Stuck in my Head: Magdalena Bay “Killshot”

Last Song I Listened To: Momoko Kikuchi “Mystical Composer”

Favorite Foods: breakfast, burritos,

Last Thing I Googled: “1/8” stereo solderless plug”

Dream Trip: nowhere in particular just wanna go somewhere with my bffs

Tagging: uhhh you, And you over there you, both of you answer my questions

[houseofcuckoos]

“A Purrfect Cuckoo Space Adventure”

The two Cuckoos, Urban Hippie and Dr. Antonio, stumbled upon a dusty vintage shop after a morning of wandering nowhere. Intrigued by the mystical aura surrounding the place, they found themselves lured towards a hidden corner of the hazy aired facility. And there, lying on a shelf like a heap of forgotten pointless secrets, were a couple of colorful magical pills from an ancient land in an ancient time.

Now, you might be asking yourself, "Why on earth would two grown adults take mysterious pills they found in a dusty shop?" Well, logic doesn't have a place with The House Of Cuckoos! Upon swallowing those enigmatic pills, Urban Hippie’s and Dr. Antonio’s reality transformed into a whimsical carousel of chaos.

As the night descended, the unsuspecting duo fell into a deep state of a psychedelic reality. In their hallucinatory state, they awoke to find themselves (once again) in an intergalactic spaceship that had stalled somewhere between Jupiter and Saturn in our crazy local solar system.

The spaceship's control panel was manned by an unusual creature—an android cat, complete with a snarky voice and impeccable fashion sense! This feline automaton, named Sir Meowington IV, greeted them with a regal purr and a heavily alien-accented meow. Transitioning seamlessly between amusing anecdotes and cosmic philosophy, Sir Meowington IV quickly became the guiding force of their bewildering journey.

"Welcome to the SS Vivid Imaginacion, my un-furry friends," declared Sir Meowington IV, smirking behind his whiskers. "I hope you two understand that breaking the space-time continuum is both immensely entertaining and mildly illegal to the laws of physics."

Dr. Antonio and Urban Hippie exchanged glances, their expressions mirroring their shared confusion. But the code of The House Of Cuckoos suggested that questioning reality was futile! They decided to embrace the adventure, however absurd it seemed.

As the spaceship drifted through the sparkling cosmic void, they encountered a series of mind-bending encounters. From conversing black holes with dubious fashion advice to nebulae that serenaded them with catchy show tunes, every twist and turn seemed meticulously crafted to defy common sense.

Their fever dream reached its pinnacle when they stumbled upon a planet inhabited by alien baristas. These extraterrestrial coffee connoisseurs presented an array of tempting beverages. Be it the Triple Espresso Pulsar or the Caramel Macchiato Meteor Shower, each drink promised a taste that transcended the boundaries of the Cuckoos usual Earthly flavors.

Caught in the intergalactic rhapsody of android cats and caffeinated aliens, Dr. Antonio and Urban Hippie delved into philosophical discussions that would have made Socrates scratch his head. They pondered the meaning of existence, the purpose of dreams, and whether bean burritos could be reimagined as spaceships. Their minds danced to the tune of absurdity, accompanied by the cosmic choir of an out-of-tune theremin.

But the fever dream's grip began to loosen as the alarm clocks of reality chimed their intrusive tunes. Dr. Antonio and Urban Hippie awoke in their respective beds, sprawled out like madmen who had just survived an interstellar escapade.

They might never uncover the true nature of their shared adventure dream, nor the magical pills they swallowed, but one thing was certain—they had just experienced a journey more bizarre than any Netflix show they’ve ever seen!

CUCKOO!

[shadyhouse]

1, 7, and 29!!

chipotle order?

tbh ive only ever been to chipotle twice and it was a long time ago so i will give you my taco bell order instead bc i am on a first name basis at the taco bell near my job DHZMDHZND

- grilled cheese steak burrito (it also fucks severely with potatoes)

- chicken quesadilla

- side of potatoes

- five hundred diablo sauce packets

- baja blast (the lady who works at my taco bell gives me a free large drink cup whenever i come in 😌💕)

- SOMETIMES cinnamon twists too if i really need to treat myself that day

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

THIS IS SUCH A FUN QUESTION i love seeing the seals/sea lions/manatees/ect they are just So fucking whimsical to me. every time. i also love when aquariums have the huge glass room you can watch all the huge schools of fish swim around in like that is actually magical . i love the aquarium ugh shoutout to mystic aquarium in mystic connecticut for being the best one

already answered!

[silver-ace-of-spades]

The Blazing Silver Light of Paldea

Chapter 21: Pesadilla

Silver wants to get stronger so he can save Duke's life, so he trains to defeat Medali Gym Leader Larry the Rat.

silver learns telepathy

Kris the Cat and Amy Rose the Hedgehog make their return!

Blaze and Silver literally sleep together again.

~~~~~

Silver woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night due to a nightmare. A blanket covered his whole body, face included. He threw the blanket off and breathed heavily, since the blanket and his distress felt suffocating.

The hedgehog whimpered and hugged the Espeon sleeping next to him. She mewed in surprise, but saw her Trainer's distress and tried to calm him down.

"I... thanks..."

Blaze woke up and looked tiredly at the panicked hedgie. "I'm trying to sleep... You okay? You're breathing loudly."

Silver wheezed and tried to catch his breath, then explained the situation. "I'm... sorry... had... a night...mare."

"That explains why I'm in your bed." Blaze chuckled.

Silver's face went bright red and they tried to apologize, but there was a weird feeling in their throat that prevented them from speaking. They choked and stumbled on the words they wanted to say.

"Are you okay?" The cat asked.

"I-I'm sorry!!!" Silver stammered. He nervously stimmed with his quills and tried to at least somewhat control his breathing. He regretted stimming with his quills when he coughed for a few seconds and stabbed himself.

"Ow..."

"Stabbed yourself again?" Blaze asked.

"Mm-hmm... hate... being... a hedgehog... sometimes... Cough!"

"Same, but replace hedgehog with Pyrokinetic." Blaze giggled. "Would you like to talk about your dream?"

Silver got a reusable water bottle from his backpack, drank like he hadn't had water for a day, then nodded.

"Okay... So. I was in Mesagoza, but it was on fire and in ruins, and the air was filled with smoke. I heard Groudon's roar and saw a Legendary Pokémon you may not have heard about. Ever heard of Chi-Yu?" His voice was strained and he breathed heavily as he spoke.

"No I haven't." Blaze told the Psychokinetic.

"It's one of the four Treasures of Ruin, located in the Firescourge Shrine. It can create lava by swimming through the ground."

"Wow." Blaze muttered.

"So I was hacking up my lungs from the smoke when I saw Arven and Duke. Arven rushed Duke to a mystical yellow light and a mystical red light, but it was just fire. Duke suddenly fell over. He wasn't breathing." Silver's voice got shaky and some tears formed in their eyes.

"You're really worried about Duke, aren't you?" Blaze asked.

Silver nodded and let out some wheezy sobs into Blaze's shoulder. They felt like they were at fault for allowing Duke to lose time in his life.

"I... I... Cough! Cough! -can't stop thinking about him..." Silver whimpered. "I feel like it's my fault he's dying... like I should've done something..."

Blaze ran their fingers through Silver's tensed quills and tried to calm him down. "It's not your fault. You got sick, and you can't control that. It'll be okay. Why don't you get stronger by doing the Gym Challenge?"

"But..." Silver sighed. "You're right. I need to get stronger before... we can save Duke. You should get stronger, too."

Blaze nodded, then yawned. "I'm going back to sleep. You should, too."

"Love you. Is that awkward to say, since we're not dating? I mean it 100% platonically."

"Love you too, amigo." Blaze smiled. "Want to sleep together?"

Silver choked in surprise and his face glowed bright red. "I'm not ready to have sex yet, and I don't think I'll ever be."

"Oh, right. Forgot sleeping together was a term for having sex. I meant sleeping next to you, platonically, in pajamas." Blaze blushed a bit and grabbed an extra blanket. "We can have separate blankets."

"In that case, yes. I... I need the company."

Blaze wrapped herself in a purple blanket and purred, then flopped next to Silver and fell asleep.

Silver looked at the cozy cat burrito and made himself into a burrito, then fell asleep shortly after.

When the teens woke up, they felt much better. They took turns showering, got dressed, and had breakfast at the motel lobby.

After taking their meds, Blaze called Amy and Kris.

"Hi, Blaze! It's nice to see you! Is Silver doing better now? I heard he was really sick." Amy spoke.

"I recovered. It was very painful, though, and lasted a few weeks. I had to go to the hospital. I coughed so hard that I threw up a bunch, then had to have a tube stuck down my throat." Silver sighed. "My throat's still pretty sore, and I still have a bit of a cough, but I'm so much better."

"Silver..." Blaze groaned. "Didn't have to mention the puking..."

"Gross." Amy muttered. "I'm glad you're feeling better now."

"Thanks. I was so worried I was going to die. Breathing's already hard, and then I was drowning from the inside." Silver coughed from overexerting their throat and Blaze chuckled.

"I know you weren't able to speak for a while, but you have to take it easy, bud." She said.

"But I have– Cough! -a lot to say..." The psychic hedgie told his friend.

"I know, I know."

Amy giggled. She could tell the two were close friends. "So why did you call?"

"I called you because I wanted to battle you. I'm in Medali if you want to battle me." Blaze said.

Kris smiled and typed something into the chat. "May I battle you too?"

"Of course! I want to get stronger so I can protect those around me." Blaze told them.

Kris grinned, and Aura, who had evolved into a Lucario, growled excitedly. Kris laughed and petted the Fighting/Steel-Type.

"Aura seems filled with determination." Silver smiled.

The kids hung up and Blaze got prepared to battle her friends.

Kris and Amy met up with the teens near Casseroya Lake, and they teamed up against Silver and Blaze in a Multi Battle. The sun shone down on the kids, and wild Pokémon gathered around to watch the battle.

"Go, Sylvene!" Amy shouted. She sent out a Sylveon.

Kris sent out their Umbreon, named Darken.

Silver and Blaze giggled.

"Should we do it?" Silver asked.

"Hehe, yeah. Go, Coal!" Blaze answered.

Silver sent out Sunlight with a confident grin, then he and Blaze looked at each other with a nod. "Alright!"

"The battle between Team Kris and Team Silver will now begin!" Silver's phone announced.

Sunlight began with a Future Sight on Sylvene, then Darken used Skill Swap on Sunlight.

"Heh, get Magic Bounced– oh... I get it..." Silver muttered. "Crap."

Sunlight's Ability bounced the Skill Swap back, but the result was ultimately the same. Sunlight got Synchronize and Darken got Magic Bounce.

The strategies employed by the teams were clever, such as Amy switching in her Dachsbun, Challah, to take a Lava Plume from Charlie, or Blaze having Cedar use Earthquake while Silver had Pecky in battle.

Team Silver won, but it was a very close battle. Amy's Azumarill, Aquarius, threatened most of Blaze's Pokémon with his Huge Power Ability and Rain Dance.

After the battle, Pecky and Robin began to glow. The time/space duo gasped and watched their birds reach their final form. Pecky became a beautiful Staraptor and Robin became a fierce Talonflame.

The teens said goodbye to Amy and Kris, then got their Pokémon healed and prepared for Silver to challenge Gym Leader Larry.

They walked up and smiled to the man at the counter.

"Hello, young ladies." The man at the counter said.

Silver flinched, then focused really hard. He connected to the man's mind and corrected him via telepathy.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, um, hedgehog. It feels weird just calling you hedgehog. Is sir okay?" The man asked.

Silver gasped. They successfully performed telepathy on a non-telepath for the first time!

"Silver." Blaze said, getting his attention.

"I know. Just... I telepathized successfully!" Silver exclaimed. He turned to the man and smiled. "Yes, sir is okay."

"Which one of you is going to challenge Larry?"

"I am!" The Psychokinetic said excitedly.

"Your mission is to order the secret menu item. You and three others will be given clues, and you need to battle each other for clues."

Silver smirked. They focused hard on the man and the four clues became crystal clear.

"Yep, I've got that." Silver confirmed.

The teens left the building, and Silver sat down for a bit.

"I have a bad headache... Telepathizing is hard..."

Blaze got a painkiller for the hedgehog and smiled. "Take this."

Silver took the painkiller with some water and his headache started to go away. "Thanks. Go check the grate by that semicircle thingy, I'll check the ice cream stand. Meet me by the Treasure Eatery afterwards."

Blaze went down the stairs to the ampitheater and found a paper that said "Fire Blast". Silver found some grilled rice balls for sale at the ice cream stand.

As Silver went to the restaurant, he found a blue Squawkabilly and listened to what it said. It said "medium" so Silver took note.

"Okay, so the ampitheater clue says 'Fire Blast'." Blaze told her friend.

"Grilled rice balls. I got another clue down. Medium. The final clue is to ask a regular for a seasoning."

The teens entered the restaurant and Silver focused and tried to read the minds of the customers, but it was a bit much. He exited the building and tried to make his resurfacing headache go away.

Blaze asked a man in a business suit for the secret seasoning, then went out to check on Silver.

"My head hurts so bad..." Silver moaned.

Blaze gave him another painkiller and sat with him until his headache went away. It took a few minutes, but eventually Silver's head wasn't pounding anymore.

"Now that I'm feeling better, what's the secret seasoning for the menu item?" Silver asked.

"Lemon."

Silver nodded in affirmation, then he and Blaze went into the restaurant to order.