#and sometimes it’s more nunchucks

[starlooove]

I love that dukes weapons are a 3 in 1 btw fits him very wel

[silverselfshippingchaos]

me??? making more gush posts??? more likely than you might think!

[its-to-the-death]

Fictional Weapon War Round 4

Crescent Rose (RWBY)

Used by Ruby Rose

Is both a scythe and a sniper rifle

Has a storage mode that makes it more compact and easy for travel

Ruby uses its massive recoil to enhance her mobility

She built it herself when attending Signal Academy

Can use different kinds of Dust ammunition with different effects

Dangeresque's Nunchuck Gun (Homestar Runner)

It is a gun with one end of a pair of nunchucks taped to the barrel

Purchased from Cool Weapons Surplus

Typically, only the nunchuck part of the weapon is utilized

Gungnir (Symphogear)

Comes from a spear owned by Odin that is said to never miss and always kill its target

Fragments of this gear are imbedded in the area near Hibiki's (the user) heart

Every time she activates the system, the fusion between her body and it increases

This also caused Hibiki to sometimes enter a berserker rage

Can be used as a sword, but mainly serves as a lance or spear

Can clone itself and spin like a drill to create tornados or whirlwinds

Baby 5 (One Piece)

Baby 5 is a member of the Donquixote pirates

The devil fruit she ate, Buki Buki no Mi, lets her transform all or parts of her body into weapons

This includes a giant sword, a sickle, a pistol, a rifle, a cannon, and even a missile

If her body is broken apart by the weapon she turns into (like a bomb exploding) then her body will reform

[running-with-the-feels]

Kung Lao Headcanons

thanks to @charlotte-family-apologist for helping to inspire these

uses his teleportation to play pranks on people and has gotten Liu Kang to scream as a result of startling him. Tried to scare Kitana with it once and got stabbed before she realized it was him.

Made his had himself after getting the idea from a dream. Everyone in the Wu Shi thought he was insane for it and kept trying to stop him but he wouldn't listen. They even piled on extra training so that he wouldn't have enough free time but he just stopped sleeping so he could get it done. Liu Kang was the only person who supported him in doing this.

As a result, Kung Lao is actually a very skilled blacksmith and weapon maker, and made Liu Kang his nunchucks as a birthday gift.

Despite having a large extended family, Kung Lao was raised in the monastery with little contact with the outside world, knowing few of his relatives and seeing them only a few times in his life

This is because Raiden believed that he had been given a sign by the elder gods when Kung Lao was born that the young boy would be a skilled warrior and instrumental in winning the next tournament so he asked his parents to turn him over to the Wu Shi shortly after he stopped nursing.

His mother and father were very reluctant to agree, but had faith in Raiden's judgement so they let him go. They were not allowed to visit often for fear that it would distract the boy but every time they did they would spoil him and make sure he knew how much he was loved and how proud of him they were.

They later died in the Netherrealm war, and Kung Jin is one of Lao's few living relatives left.

Kung Lao threw himself into his training, despite other characters viewing him as lazy or a slacker, he put everything he had into it. Whenever he would skip lessons it was bc they were things he had already taught himself on his own time and sitting through the lecture was exceedingly boring, so he'd sneak away to practice his own techniques in private, usually the ones the monks refused to teach him.

Sometimes he would also sneak off to practice his blacksmithing, a talent none of the other monks wanted to encourage as they believed it to be a distraction. Often Liu Kang would join him, using his pyromancer to help light the forge (it also became their go to make out spot as no one bothered them there)

Despite this, nothing he did ever satisfied Raiden as the god held him to the standard of the great Kung Lao, expecting him to be better. Due to the stakes of the next tournament being the last one, Raiden had Kung Lao trained more harshly than anyone else and held him to higher standards, fixating on the smallest mistakes in an effort to make Kung Lao the perfect warrior.

As a result, no matter how rapidly Kung Lao excelled, nothing he did was ever good enough for Raiden

by contrast, Raiden was always impressed by Liu Kang as the boy overcame all the odds against him to become Kung Lao's equal in skill, so Raiden switched his attention to the pyromancer before long, leaving Kung Lao behind.

Kung Lao can't bring himself to resent Liu Kang for it, as he too thinks that Liu Kang is perfection incarnate, but it does still sting.

Raiden's indifference and clear preference for Liu Kang led to Kung Lao thinking he had shamed his family legacy, the thing he had been raised to uphold and sacrificed his childhood for, which is why he sneaks into the tournament anyways bc he's desperate to make the shame go away.

That's all I've got rn, but lemme know if anyone would be interested in more

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Random witchy shit the lads have to put up with

Leo

"Do you have any hair?"

"What? Hair? No I'm a mutated turtle, I don't have hair"

"Ok what about nail clippings?"

"Why the fuck do you want my nail clippings?"

you just sigh and walk away

telling him to put a crystal in his pocket and threatening that if he loses it and dies you're going to do some necromancy shit and beat his ass

he can't sleep so you get out your lavender infused oil and give him a massage

then he's pissed that he overslept and you're just like "Sorry I'm very powerful, next time I'll let your insomnia continue!"

he has a thing about fingerprints on mirrors so one of your most long running arguments is you writing sigils in the fog on the bathroom mirror

Raph

running into his room, clearly het up "What fucking moon phase is it tonight?"

he checks his phone and is like "A waning gibbus"

you practically screech "FUCK!" and run off again

he's kind of into it tho, always asking astrology shit like "What planet is it that's making me so annoyed today?"

you're just like "Earth, baby. It's earth"

he finds your collection of bones and teeth, he was not happy about you keeping them in his room

"But what if I need to call on those spirits to protect you out on patrol? Did you ever think of that?"

His room is messy as fuck and you do a lot of candle magic

have defo almost burnt down his room on at least 4 seperate occasions

Mikey

"Can you do a spell that will get me free pizza?"

"I could just buy you a pizza?"

"No, it's more fun if I know magic was involved"

you had to enchant his nunchucks because he kept hitting himself in the face with them

"Don't ask any questions, I need to know the time you were born"

he tells you, you go on your phone for a minute furiously typing and then say "How dare you be an Aquarius Venus. How could you do that to me?"

he looks around the lair for 2 hours trying to find the laces to one of his shoes

only to find you doing knot magic with it

"I was in a pinch and this was the only knotable thing I could find"

"Baby, I need to put on my shoes..."

Donnie

you turn everything he says into a problem because you find it funny

like he says "Bombastic side eye" when you say something out of pocket

and so, of course, you say "Did you just give me the evil eye? You 100% just evil eye'd me! You cursed me!"

taking his poptarts to give as offerings

that one really annoys him because somehow you always take the last one

and you won't let him eat it after, you just chuck it out when the deity is done wit it.

he meditates sometimes to get to sleep

and keeps waking up covered in and surrounded by your crystals

"I thought they'd relax you! Sorry I have a tight pussy and brilliant ideas I guess..."

"I just pulled the 7 of swords so who the fuck are you cheating on me with?"

he cannot win with you

[empydoc]

SOUL EATER AU milo & sweetheart

check out the masterpost here!

welcome to a redacted soul eater au post! here, i try and discover what it'd be like if you merged the soul eater world and mechanics within the redactedverse. this is the fifth post in the series of posts i'll make regarding the individual characters and their listeners! we've got milo & sweetheart on the menu. enjoy!

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milo — soul type: weapon weapon type: morningstar flail compatible with: sweetheart

as mentioned before, werewolves are more commonly weapons than meisters. this is because shifting forms comes naturally to them. milo is no exception to this commodity! he's currently wielded by his meister and partner, sweetheart, and has the unique ability of being able to change the 'ball' part of his weapon form by will.

werewolf souls are distinguishable, and most werewolves in this universe tend to seek other werewolf partners due to the fact that their partnership is incredibly important and sometimes pack-related. milo is someone who doesn't really care for such a custom.

i actually changed milo's weapon choice several times. from nunchucks to maces, i couldn't decide. then, when i found out what the 'ball and chain' weapon was called (a flail!) i figures 'absolutely yes, that's him!'. i will say, though, sweetheart wielding nunchucks would be so cool...

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sweetheart —  soul type: meister strongest meister ability: wavelength control - an ability all meisters hold, but skilled meisters are able to use their wavelength on the offensive resulting in it's own attack. compatible with: milo

stealths are a unique sort of empowered individual who's portion of magic transfers to their soul. this results in stealth weapons having the ability to cloak themselves, and stealth meisters having the ability to cloak their soul wavelength with ease. sweetheart is no exception to this ability.

apart from that, stealths have no other differences to other human meisters/weapons. even so, there's a stereotype that 'quieter'/'reserved' individuals wield or are wielded by stealths, which isn't necessarily the case for milo and sweetheart.

originally sweetheart was going to be a weapon, because i wanted to explore the 'invisible weapon' concept more, however when i decided to make milo ALSO a weapon, i kind of got confused. eventually i figured i could live with sweetheart being a badass meister, but i'll forever ponder on what could've been ...

lite backstory: for every post i make for the characters, i'll add some au backstory to really fill in some details you may be curious about!

milo and sweetheart went into their relationship deciding against working with one-another as weapon/meister partners, but instead, focusing on their personal relationship.

as a direct reflection of how they hadn't planned on becoming romantic partners, eventually the two got into some trouble relating to sweetheart's job, and milo came as great assistance both in weapon and werewolf form. eventually, realising only after that sweetheart had no problems wielding him, they had a great conversation about how their compatible forms could be used for the better.

[idek-anymore-what-the-heck]

Whumpril Prompt #11

Can’t Sleep

TW: flashbacks, ptsd, violence, threatening, panic attack

Every time Adrian closes his eyes, he sees things. Scary things, things he wishes he would forget. But he doesn’t, so they just stay in his brain.

He really tries to sleep. He knows it’s important! But as soon as he starts nodding off, he jerks back awake.

He was explaining it to his friend the other day. “You know how sometimes when you go to sleep in like a loud room or something, and your so tired, but just as your starting to fall asleep someone says something, and your heart jerks back up? Or when you are falling asleep in a place you know you shouldn’t be, so your brain keeps trying to kickstart you, but you keep nodding off? That’s what it’s like every night.”

“Aw man dude,” his friend had said. “That’s the worst. I’m sorry.” His friend hadn’t been much help.

In the kitchen, Adrien was fixing up a midnight snack, because he gets bored in the night. Suddenly his hands bump a bowl, and it falls to the ground, shattering. Adrien stumbles back, his mind reeling.

“You sure are putting up a fight,” a voice drawled from the dark. Adrien stood in a corner, fists in front of his face, warily looking around for where the voice came from. “Oh, don’t be silly. I’m not actually in the room with you. Just my henchmen.”

Suddenly, out of the darkness swarmed dozens of armored men, holding all sorts of different weapons. Guns, swords, maces, nunchucks, you name it, it was there.

“The only requirement is that they don’t kill you. That’s my part. But they will break you.” The men surged forward and started beating Adrien up. The sounds were thunderous, and he thought he might go deaf.

Adrien was sitting on the floor in the corner, breathing heavily. He could feel ghost pains all over his body from where they hurt him, but the wounds were long healed. He stayed there for a couple more minutes that felt like hours, before he took some deep breaths and found himself. He stood up and cleaned up the mess, finished fixing his snack, and went to his desk where he opened his laptop to work.

Adrien’s friend pulled away from the corner where he had been watching the whole scene. He hadn’t gone in because he didn’t know what to do- he knew he was a coward. But he also knew he needed to help his friend.

[a-crumb-of-whump]

ANB Drabble: Lists Of Praise

A New Beginning Masterlist | Comfortember 2023 Masterlist | @comfortember

~ Comfortember | Day 6: Notes ~

Content: Vampire whumpee, human caretaker, recovery.

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“Can I ask you something?” 

Despite knowing he was in the room, Carlos jumped at the sound of Ryker’s voice. He peered up from the opposite side of the coffee table and subtly shifted to cover the page of his colouring book with his arms, head slightly tilted. 

“Yes, sir?” 

Ryker tilted his head back with a gentle smile. “I’ve noticed you sometimes taking notes in the back of your books, like you’re doing right now. What are they?” he asked curiously. 

For a moment, Carlos considered trying to come up with a half-baked lie as he glanced down at the dozens of quotes written in smudged pen. He didn’t know why the urge was there. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide. He supposed part of it was the fear of having it used against him if anyone else knew how important his “notes” were to him. 

Though, he knew realistically that Ryker would never do that. Ryker was kind and supportive, often encouraging the things that brought him any sense of joy or entertainment. He’d never confiscated anything from him. Never even threatened to. 

The vampire nervously tapped his pen against the wood on the table a few times before tentatively uncovering his book again. “You can read it if you like,” he whispered as he rotated it until the words were the right way up for Ryker. “I like to write down all the kind things you and Adam say to me so I can look through them on bad days. The books fill up kinda quickly, but I’ll just move on to the new sketchbook that Charlie got me when I’ve got nothing else.” 

Carlos had never really considered the possibility of his little habit making a difference to anyone else, but Ryker looked overjoyed as he read through each and every line. The writing itself was rather small and hard to read, but that didn’t seem to make a difference to the human. 

“You did a wonderful job with breakfast.” 

“You are so fucking smart. How didn’t I think of that?” 

“You’re getting better and better at this game!” 

“That sketch is beautiful.” 

The back page was almost full already after several days of logging any and all praise in it. He had two more colouring books left before he’d move on to his big one, where he’d already started practicing proper sketches. 

Ryker was all smiles when he finally pushed the book back towards him. “How long have you been doing that for?”

“I started a few days after you brought me home,” Carlos whispered. He could practically feel his face flushing bright red. It felt like someone had seen directly into his soul. “I was so scared that you were going to start hurting me, ‘n’ I wanted to remember all the positive things you had to say about me along with the bad stuff as well. That never happened, obviously, but… now I have no desire to give up the habit.” 

He shut his eyes when Ryker reached out to ruffle his hair. “Well, thank you for showing me. I’m glad you were able to find a constructive way to cope with your anxiety.” 

Carlos smiled, a fang poking out. “Me too.”

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Comfortember 2023 Taglist: @topsheepstudent

ANB Taglist: @choppedflowermuffinchild @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @emcscared-whumps @espresso-depresso-system @inkkswhumpandstuff @lumariane @pigeonwhumps @pumpkin-spice-whump @roblingoblin285 @sacredwrath @some-thrilling-heroics @stabby-nunchucks @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @trans-writes @whump-blog @whumpsday @whumpshaped @paniatheweirdone @whumpycries @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @thekittyburger @whumpdreamz

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ You can always ask ~

YAYAYAYAY AFTER PUTTING THIS OFF FOR WEEKS HERE IT IS: MY FIRST TMNT 2012 FIC!!! TAKE THAT WRITERS BLOCK!!! TAKE. THAT. LETS FREAKING GO AAHHHHH I MISS THESE DUMBASS BLORBOS AMNSSJKSLSOSM 💗💞💞💞💕💖💖💖💖

This is a gift to the spectacular @vxlepop!!!

Lee: Leo🐢💙

Ler: Mikey🐢🧡

Summary: Mikey has noticed throughout the week that his oldest brother has been acting…off. Call him paranoid all you want but he just…he just knows something’s up with Leo. And the youngest of the Hamato brothers’ is determined to figure out what’s bothering they’re leader in blue.

Warnings: Tickling and spacing out (just for a tad bit though). If you are uncomfortable that please scroll down- this fanfic is definitely not for you :)

(A/N: T*EST DNI. I WILL ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS PUT THIS AT THE BEGINNING OF MY FICS- I DON'T WANT THOSE PEOPLE GETTING CONFUSED. THEY'RE BROTHERS U DISGUSTING ASSHOLES. UR ABSOLUTELY NASTY IF U SHIP T*EST-! THATS COMMON SENSE!!! GUESS COMMON SENSE ISN’T THAT COMMON, HM?)

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Call Mikey paranoid. 

Call him a worry-wart. 

But his eldest brother, Leonardo, has been acting…off. And it’s been absolutely dreading Mikey inside this whole week to ask his eldest brother what was wrong. Leo’s been quiet, more than he usually is and even that alone is saying a lot. The oldest has been training with his swords non-stop, meditating like crazy and practicing speaking Japanese fluently, and not really talking to Mikey or his brothers, only if it had to do with those topics. 

Which…now that Mikey thinks about it, it does sound like everyday Leo. But he just knows that somethings wrong with the leader in blue…there’s got to be. Maybe Mikey is worrying too much, he is known to turn little things into a big deal after all. But on the other hand, he has been living with his brothers his whole darn life, if anyone would know if something was bothering one of them, he would know! …probably. 

And…now that Mikey thinks about it…

Leo hasn’t watched any Space Hero’s episodes this week…

Yup. Something was up. Mikey knew that for a fact now and you couldn’t tell him otherwise. But the real question is, what can Mikey do about it? Leo was very…closed off about his negative feelings, and didn’t like talking about them at all. Even though it was completely healthy and normal to feel negative emotions; literally every emotion is! His eldest brother told them that several times himself!

And yet, Leo never talks to Mikey or their other brothers about his negative feelings! Tch, what a hypocrite. 

And…maybe this is partially Mikey’s fault as well. Mikey has always falled for Leo’s “older sibling worry™”, but Mikey has never really worried about him that much. Sure, when Leo’s injured during a fight or he sees his brother patch up a bruise from training he asks if he’s okay…but other than that Mikey doesn’t ask him that question often.

But it’s not like Mikey didn’t care enough to ask Leo that! He does! He really does! But the thing is…Leo’s always they’re leader, they’re older brother, they’re protection. Leo’s always been the one that’s just…been there for Mikey and his brothers- ways that even they’re Father can’t compete with and the youngest can’t be anything more but grateful for that.

And…the sad truth is Leo isn’t just they’re leader or protection, under all those labels Leo’s just a kid. An amazing, strong, independent kid who has more on his plate than any other 15 year old should. And it seems Mikey, including everyone else AND Leo, forget that sometimes…

“MICHAELANGELO!” Mikey jumped from off the couch in the living room at the sudden random yell of his name, pulling him out of his thoughts. Mikey grabbed his nunchucks from off the cushion. He began to swing them, looking around the lair in hopes to find whomever called his name. “Who’s there?! How do you know my name?” The youngest turtle demanded, swinging his nunchucks faster and doing complicated tricks with them. 

“Mikey-“ 

Without a second thought Mikey closed his eyes and swung his nunchucks, coming in contact with a figure and them hitting the ground. Mikey opened his eyes and looked around before sighing in relief. A couple seconds after that the youngest heard a groan underneath him and looked down to see his older brother lying face flat. 

“Wait- Raph???” Mikey gasped, immediately dropping his nunchucks to examine his brother that was lying on the floor groaning lightly. “What’re you doing on the floor, bro?” Mikey chuckled, confused and intrigued to hear as to why his brother was currently kissing the lair floor. Raph slowly got up from off the floor; massaging the right side of his head as he glared at the youngest.

“I was comin’ to check up on ya after I finished nappin’, but ya nunchucks just wanted to get to know my head better I guess…” Raph huffed, crossing his arms around his plastron and shaking his head. Mikey stared at Raph confused, his nunchucks wanted to get to know Raph’s head better? 

Wait…

The youngest gasped in horror, going to his older brother and giving him a bone crushing hug. “Oh my god! Raph I’m so sorry! I spaced out and you know how I get when that happens so when I heard someone- apparently you call my name I just I dunno- reacted! I’m so sorry, is your head okay?!” Mikey rambled, releasing Raph from the hug and grabbed his head, shaking and examining him to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He continued to shake Raph’s head up, down, and to the side, making sure there weren't any bruises or cuts anywhere. 

Raph struggled but soon got out of Mikey's surprisingly strong hold on his head. The second oldest turtle sighed and patted Mikey’s shoulder, giving him a genuine smirk. “I’m okay, lil bro. I was just jokin’ with ya, the hit wasn’t even that hard.” Raph chuckled, now sitting on the couch as Mikey followed, sitting next to him.

“Are you sure…?” Mikey asked, fiddling with his fingers and looking up at Raph, guilt very evident on his face. “Positive.” The older replied, wrapping the younger into a side hug as the orange banded turtle fully gave into the hug. After a couple of seconds the two released from they’re embrace. The older went to grab the remote and turn on the TV, putting on some random channel before turning to Mikey.

“What’s got you so freaked out like that anyway?” Raph asked, concern written all over his face. Because, yeah, the nunchucks did hurt, badly. Obviously! I mean- they’re nunchucks. C’mon now. Raph’s a strong guy but he’s not that strong for the hit not to hurt. He just didn’t want Mikey to feel worse than he already did. 

There’s only been a couple of times where Mikey spaces out, completely unaware of anything that’s happening around him that he just…reacts when he’s able to get back to reality…if that makes sense. All those times being when he was around 7 or 8 years old, or sometimes when he’s really stressed about something. So for him to do it right now is a bit worrying… 

Guess old habits die hard. 

“It’s Leo…” Mikey said, looking down. Raph’s eyes widened, starting to  get up from the couch to grab his sai’s that were on a table, which were just a couple steps away. “What- what happened? Is Leo alright?” Raph asked. Did he miss something important while he took a 2 hour Power Nap? What could possibly have happened in the 2 hours he was taking a nap?! …you know what? No. Why would he even wonder that? The universe has a way of making him and his brother’s lives a literal hell in the key span of 24 hours, who’s to say it didn’t max down to 2?

“What-? No! Nonono! Nothing like that! Leo isn’t in danger or anything!” Mikey reassured Raph as he guided him back on the couch. The older glared at him, slapping Mikey in the back of the head causing him to playfully yell. “Don’t scare me like that again, man…” Raph sighed in relief, at least his older brother wasn't hurt. Physically at least… 

“Just…I feel like something’s up with him…y’know?” Mikey sighed. The red banded turtle nodded, letting Mikey know he was listening. “Why don’t you ask him about it then?” Raph asked. “I don’t wanna bother him, though…” Mikey said, slumping on the couch and looking up to the lair’s ceiling, in hopes to find the answer right there. But there was no way it would be that easy…it never is.

“Look. We all know that Leo can be…Leo.” Raph said, wrapping Mikey into another side hug resting his chin on the top of Mikey’s head. “And you know how he can be when we try to get him to talk about his negative feelings; he gets defensive. Which, honestly, I get. It’s hard talking about your negative emotions sometimes.” Raph started, recalling many times where he second-guessed himself to talk to his family about his feelings. 

“But we all have to talk about it eventually, because stuffing those kinds of feelings inside yourself is like stuffing an already full suitcase; one of these days it’ll burst. And you will face the consequences and be left to clean it up.” Raph said, releasing Mikey from his hug and smiling at him. “I’m not the best at this whole big bro lesson thing, but just talk to him, Mike. Just talk to him.” Raph smiled, squeezing Mikey’s shoulder comfortingly. 

The youngest beamed at that,“Thanks Raph! You’re the best!” Mikey cried, squeezing Raph into a hug. The red banded turtle squaked at the sudden contact, patting Mikey’s head comfortingly before both of them let go of each other. Mikey got up and ran to his eldest brother's room. Now 101% determined to figure out what was bothering his eldest bro. I mean, what could go wrong? 

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Leo wanted to go up to the surface and jump off the nearest building’s window in hopes he would get absolutely crushed by the upcoming cars of New York City. Which, he knows he shouldn’t say or think…but he really can’t help it right now. 

He’s in a Lee mood, a bad one. And he doesn’t know what to do. Like any normal person, they would go and ask a family member or close friend to tickle them, right? Right. 

But Leo couldn’t do that. 

He just couldn’t. 

It’s not like he doesn’t trust his family enough to ask. But he’s the leader, they’re protection, but most importantly, he’s they’re older brother. And he can’t be asking for such childish things out of his younger brothers. He just wouldn’t. So he would do like he did anytime he got into a Lee mood and just…deal with it until it subsided.

Annnndddd now he’s sulking like a little baby because he can’t just simply deal with it. Wonderful. 

Just…

Wonderful.

The blue banded turtle sighed, flopping on his bed and burying his face in the pillow, letting out an annoyed muffled groan followed by a couple giggles soon after. Whoever designed pillows, Leo would probably want to marry that person right now because if the groan and giggled weren’t muffled from his pillows, his family would have run into his room, asking him a bunch of questions. Which Leo wasn’t in the mood for. Again, he was in the mood for something else…but he wouldn’t ask for it. There was no way.  

Speaking of family, Leo heard a knock at the outside of his door, slightly flinching at the sudden noise. Leo groaned from under his pillow, taking a deep breath, “Who is it?” Leo asked, trying his best to sound at least decent but probably failed. “Hey, Leo!” Mikey greeted, inviting himself into the eldest room, closing the door as he entered. “Hey Mike, what’s up?” Leo asked, getting his head from under the pillow and sitting up on his bed, facing the youngest.

Mikey cleared his throat, going over to Leo’s bed and sitting on the edge of it annddddd oh man. Mikey didn’t plan ahead this far. Mikey sat on the edge of the eldest bed, opening his mouth to say something but quickly closed it. Mikey kept his gaze away from Leo and fiddled with his fingers, trying his best to at least say something but his mouth was not communicating with him at the moment. 

The oldest saw the youngests’ fiddling with his fingers in his lap, Leo’s gaze softened as he got out of the covers and sat next to him on the edge of the bed. “You…do know you can tell me anything, right?” Leo said, putting a hand on Mikey’s shoulder. The youngest looked at Leo, face hardening. No! Nononononono! He wasn’t going to fall for this, not again. Not. Again. 

This isn’t about him right now, it’s about his eldest brother. That’s the whole freaking reason he came here! To ask if he’s okay! Like hell is he going to change the worryness (A/N: Is that even a word? Worryness? Eh. Whatevs) onto him. 

“You should take your own words into consideration, Leo…” Mikey mumbled, turning his face away from Leo, resting his head on both of his palms looking down. Leo looked at him in confusion, sitting closer and pulling him into a hug, resting his chin onto the top of Mikey’s head. The younger leaned into the touch, sighing sadly. 

The two knew each other were upset, and wanted to help anyway they could. All of the Hamato brothers might be different people with different personalities, but one thing through all of them stayed the same…

They were stubborn as hell. 

“What do you mean, little bro?” Leo asked.  The youngest sighed again, resting on Leo’s plastron. “You’ve been kinda…uh I dunno.” Mikey started, “Distant this week?” Mikey said as if he was asking some sort of question, even though that was far from it. He knew his brother was being distant this week.

“Oh…” Leo said flatly, almost as if he was expecting this kind of confrontation about this. Leo figured this would happen sooner or later, just wasn’t expecting it this soon. The two brothers looked at the ground, both not being sure on how to continue the conversation. 

“Just…I dunno…I feel as if you’re avoiding us? You’ve been training more than you usually do, doing a lot of mediation, more than Splinter, and you haven’t even watched any Space Hero episodes!” Mikey listed, finger curling into a fist before releasing in soon after. “I…I just wanted to ask if you’re okay…” Mikey said, starting to tear up about the fact that he realized he has never asked that question to Leo before. 

“Well…I-“ Leo’s face soon turned a shade of red, the blue cladded turtle released from the hug put his face in his left palm, groaning. “I want to tell you Mike, I really really do but it’s just…embarrassing.” Leo said, looking at the ground, still blushing.

“…Did you get a girlfriend?”

“What? No-“

“Boyfriend then?!? HAH. I KNEW YOU WERE GAY! Raph and Don owe me $50 dollars each and a free pizza!” 

“What- why would you- you guys bet if I was-“ Leo pinched the space between his eyes, taking a deep breath. That’s a topic for a different day…

“No, Mikey. I don’t have a significant other.” Leo said, chuckling a bit. Mikey groaned dramatically, flopping on Leo’s bed. “C’mon dude! You can just tell meeee! I promise I won't make fun of you!” Leo sighed and crossed his arms, still looking down.

“Or do I have to tickle the answer out of ya~?” Mikey teased, getting up and starting to wiggling his fingers near Leo’s side as a taunt. Leo started giggling and holding Mikey’s wrists, but not pushing them away at all. 

Wait. 

This seems so freaking familiar…

When Mikey was about to come into the room, he heard Leo giggling and he swore he saw the blue banded lightly poking himself in the side and skittering his fingers along his own stomach…

Why didn’t Mikey figure this out sooner?!

Leo…

Leo was in a Lee mood…

“Wait…that’s it isn’t it?” The youngest turtle said gasping, “You…want me to tickle you, don’t you?” Mikey grinned as he saw his brother turn a red shade that he couldn’t describe. “Don’t say that out loud.” Leo groaned, getting the courage to glare at his little brother. 

Leo looked at his brother before groaning again. “This week I’ve felt…y’know….” Leo said, waving his hands trying to symbolize what he was trying to say because like hell was he going to say the dreaded word…or anything close to it by that matter. Leo began wiggling his fingers lightly before stopping. “That.” Leo said as Mikey listened. 

“But…why didn’t you tell us, Leo? We would have understood and we would’ve been more than happy to tickle you!” Mikey said, stopping wiggling his fingers and relaxing on the end of the bed next to Leo. 

The oldest sighed, a sigh Mikey knew too well.

With being the youngest, Mikey knew the kinds of sighs Leo did and what each of them meant. Sometimes he did a “Please-stop-joking-around” sigh or an “I’m-older-than-you-therefore-you-have-to-listen-to-me-” sigh, but this one was definitely a “You-wouldn’t-understand” sigh. “That’s- That’s not the same Mikey…you all are younger than I am.” 

“…so?”

“So, that means that I can’t get into these weird…funks. It’s childish.” Leo said in a very relaxed tone, as if what he just said wasn’t the absolute dumbest thing Mikey has heard. And that’s saying a lot since the orange banded turtle has heard Donnie talk loads of times, and anything coming out of his immediate older brothers mouth is automatically dumb.

“That’s complete and utter bullshit!” Mikey yelled, getting up from the end of the bed and facing Leo. The oldest flinched slightly at the volume change but continued to look at the floor.

“First, I don’t think you seem to remember, Leo, but we’re quadruplets- dude, we’re the same age. You might be the oldest of us, but not by that much. And secondly, you’re a child too. We’re 15. You don’t have to worry about being childish because you are literally a child!”

“But-“ 

“Is me, Donnie, and Raph asking you to tickle us childish?” Mikey asked, crossing his arms across his plastron, recalling too many times where he and his other older brothers got into Lee moods and asked Leo to tickle them. “No of course not!” Leo interjected, looking at Mikey and getting up from the bed, eyes widened. 

The youngest smiled at the reaction and went back to sit at the end of the bed, anger now gone from before. “So why in the world is you asking one of us to tickle you considered childish, hm?” Leo blushed a bit harder as he kept his gaze at the ground. His little brother actually has a point…which is a first. 

After a couple moments of silence the youngest went to sit next to Leo, happy that his eldest brother could see where his reasoning to “being the oldest therefore asking for affection is bad” made no sense whatsoever. Leo sighed for like the millionth time today, putting his hand over his face and slowly dragging it down. 

“So…if I asked for you to…to uhm, do uh, yeah. Would you…would you do it?” Leo asked timidly, which was something the orange banded turtle really never saw his older brother express. Mikey only chuckled at the older, beaming happily, “Dude, duh. Why do you think I made that epic speech about it being okay for you to ask for tickles?” Mikey said, crossing his arms and nodding his head in confirmation. 

“So…can you…can you do the thing?” Leo asked, blushing again, “If…if you don’t mind-“

“Dude, of course! Literally all you had to do was ask!” Mikey smiled, wrapping Leo into another hug. Mikey then suddenly pushed Leo on the middle of his bed, sitting on top of him before wiggling his fingers over him teasingly. This was also something Mikey didn’t plan out either…the orange banded turtle wasn’t even sure where Leo was ticklish…which made the youngest feel a bit more guilty for not asking him about his Lee mood sooner. But he was gonna find out where his older brother was ticklish, obviously. How hard could it possibly be anyway?

“Just use the code word when you want me to stop, okay?” Mikey said. The oldest firmly nodded as Mikey began to lightly skitter his fingers around his brothers sides; the only spot Mikey knew for a fact Leo was ticklish, recalling too many times where he tased him in the side during training causing the older to stiffen and cover up his sides. Which he was doing right now, actually. 

Leo squinted his eyes shut as he hugged his middles and tried to squirm away from Mikey. The younger laughed at how squirmy the older was suddenly but after a couple seconds he was switching between kneading, scratching, and prodding at Leo’s sides but his older brother's reaction was still the same. And he hasn’t even laughed yet! Not a single giggle!

“C’monnnnn! Laugh already!” Mikey whined as he picked up the pace with his side tickling tactic, moving up and down Leo’s sides. The youngest then moved to tickle Leo’s neck, causing Leo to suddenly squeak at the sudden six fingers on the sides of his neck and burst into a somewhat high-pitched laugh, kicking his legs and holding Mikey’s wrists. 

“PFF-! NoHoHOh! DahaHaHAmmit!” Leo giggled in defeat, cursing himself for not being able to hold in his laughter any longer than a couple seconds. But Mikey happily smiled, finally being able to make his older brother laugh. “Hah! Works every time: never let them know your next move!” 

Leo wholeheartedly glared at Mikey through his laughter as he poked Mikey in the plastron where his lower ribs would be- one of Mikey’s known death spots. The orange banded turtle squealed at the touch, twisting and turning on top of the eldest as Leo continued to tickle him. Oh that little cheater. “HEHEY! Hehey! NohoHOH!” Mikey giggled, wholeheartedly glaring back at Leo who only stuck his tongue out at the younger. 

And here Mikey thought he was the little shit of the family. 

“Oho you are gonna regret that, Leo” Mikey said as he stuffed his hands in Leo’s underarms. The older screeched, kicking his legs on the bed at a faster pace. “OHO MY GAHAHAD- WAHAIT! NAHAT THEHERE!” Leo cried, as he thrashed underneath as his legs kicked along the bedsheets. Leo put his arms down as he still was holding the youngers wrists as he evily evily traced in his underarm.

“MIHIHIKE! MIHIHIKEY PLEHEHEASE!” Leo laughed loudly, blushing a light red because as much as the older one was enjoying this, it was so embarrassing. Mikey was barely tickling Leo, and he was kicking and thrashing like a little kid. But again, he was enjoying this so he won’t complain. 

“That’s what you get for tickling me, bro! I’m the Tickle Monster as of right now and no one tickles the Tickle Monster!” Mikey chuckled at Leo, now beginning to pick up the pace with his tickling at Leo’s underarms. The older whined through his laughter at the change of pace, trying to buck Mikey off of himself but the younger stayed sturdy on Leo’s waist as if it was glue. “IHIHI’M SAHAHAHARRY! Leo yelled. 

The younger one laughed at Leo’s reaction to the new pace, deciding to turn it up a notch as he kneaded the sides of Leo’s underarms causing him to do a girly-like shriek and descend into mad-like cackles. “And here I thought the underarms were Raphie’s death spot!” Mikey said teasingly, “You’re literally squirming like a fish out of water!” The orange banded turtle taunted as the older face only reddened more at the teases. 

“SHUHUT IHIHIT-! MIHIHIKEY GEHET OHOUT OHOFF THEHERE PLEHEASE!” Leo belly laughed as Mikey only chuckled at the older’s hysteric pleas. “Ihi can’t dude! My hands are completely stuck!” Mikey laughed. If Leo wasn’t laughing his shell off he would have rolled his eyes at that comment, but he can’t. “NAHAHAO THEHEY AHAHAREN’T!” Leo yelled.

“Yehes they are! It seems your amazing incredible strength is keeping my hands here~!” Mikey laughed brightly, completely loving this situation. If you know Mikey you know for a fact that he loves making his brothers laugh, especially Leo, who out of all the turtle brothers laughed the most. So this situation was like pure heaven for Mikey. 

Mikey then easily moved his hands out of Leo’s underarms, shaking his hands out before cracking them a bit for dramatic effect. Ugh! Leo knew Mikey could have gotten his hands out anytime he wanted! He just wanted to be an evil little gremlin! Amazing incredible strength my ass. Mikey then held up Leo’s left as he used his other hand to tickle the olders stomach.

And if Leo was yelling earlier, then he was completely screaming up a storm now. Leo hit his free hand at Mikey’s hand, trying to cease Mikey’s cruel attack but when he was close to removing his hand, the younger would suddenly move to a different spot on his stomach, tickling worse where he was in the other spot. 

“Awwww, Leo! I’ve never gotten to see you laugh like this, dude! Your laugh is so cute!” Mikey cooed, as Leo’s face turned a deep crimson at the compliment. The older shook his head back and forth, trying to stop the tickling sensation but decided to just give up and accept it as he falled limp on the bed and laughed to his hearts content. “AHAHA NAHAHO! NAHAT THE THEHERE!” Leo laughed louder, tears beginning to prick out of his eyes. “MIHIHIKE *snort* PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Mikey immediately stopped tickling Leo, putting his hands to his own chest in alarm at the noise. The blue cladded turtles’ face slowly began to turn a light crimson again, but now his face was a shade of dark red no one would be able to describe. 

Leo covered his face completely with his hands, groaning the completely embarrassing noise he just made. The youngest of the twos’ startled look soon morphed into an evil smile, crossing his arms over his plastron in amusement. 

There’s no freaking way…

“Oho my gohohod…did you just snort?” Mikey asked cheekily. “Noho ihi dihihidn’t…” Leo lied, almost regretting even asking for Mikey to tickle him…almost. “Dude you totally did! Do it again!” Mikey said as he suddenly dipped his head into Leo’s stomach, blowing a huge loud raspberry causing the older to completely lose his mind in snorts and squeals. “AHA! PLEHEHEASE! MIHIHIKE! *snort* IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIE!” Leo cried, still not fighting back but his legs kicking around all behind Mikey only causing the younger to giggle. 

“Raph and Don are gonna get a kick out of this~!” The orange banded turtle said into Leo’s tummy, blowing raspberry upon raspberry not even stopping to give the older one a breather. He wanted to make Leo have a fun time but this was also revenge in some way as well.

“Y’know, your upper body has been getting a lot of attention. Let’s see how ticklish your lower body is, big bro.” Mikey smiled, turning around to Leo’s lower body which caused him to start slapping the back of Mikey’s shell, trying to forcefully push him off. 

“EEEAHAHA! NAHAO *snort* DOHOHON’T!” Leo isn’t even sure why he’s screaming bloody murder right now, he doesn’t even know if his lower body is ticklish! But based on the past couple of minutes it wouldn’t be too high of an estimation to say his lower body was just as ticklish. 

Mikey poked the middle of Leo’s thigh, causing Leo to let out a glass shattering shriek as Mikey only smiled at the reaction. “Leheeo whahat was thahat?” Mikey amusingly asked. Leo, too embarrassed to even respond just groaned and waved his hand for Mikey to go on with it, knowing there was no stopping his little brother now. 

Mikey began to mercilessly squeeze, prod, and knead Leo’s thighs, even sneaking behind his knees and giving them a little pokes before going back to the thighs. Leo was in utter hysterics, not being able to stop Mikey and was forced to kick his legs and uselessly hit the back of his shell.

But obviously none of those tactics works as the younger happily tickles the sh*t out of his thighs. “NOOHOHO NAHAHAH! NAHA- *snort* MIHI- *snort* STAHAP!” Leo wasn’t even able to form a single sentence before going into loud cackles once again. 

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHA- *snort* MEHEHERCY *snort* MIHIKAHAHEEY!” Leo cried, finally having enough. The younger sighed but got off his anyways, letting the older take a breather as he sat next to him. “This isn’t over, dude. I still have to tickle some other spots y’know.” Mikey said as he poked Leo on the stomach causing him to let out a soft snort before he poked Mikey back on the side. “Whatehehever…” Leo breathlessly giggled, scared but…honestly excited this wouldn’t be the last time he’d be able to mess around with his brother like this. 

“Ahand thahanks, Mihihikey…I appreciate thihis” Leo smiled at Mikey. Now looking back, Leo doesn’t know why he was so afraid to tell his brother what was making him so upset. They’re brothers. They’re family. And like Mikey said before: Leo is a kid. He’s allowed to mess and play around with his brothers. So what if he's the leader? He’s a kid too. And it’s time Leo started realizing that. 

“Any time bro, literally anytime!” Mikey chirped. After a couple moments of silence a lightbulb went off in Mikey’s head as he slowly turned his head to the oldest grinning like a fool. “Y’know what I just realized?” Mikey said, leaning on a pillow on the board of the bed. “Whahat?”

“You can’t say Leo without the Lee, get it? Lee-o?” Mikey joked, nudging Leo in the side, his eyebrows raising up and down comically. Leo rolled his eyes wholeheartedly, playfully shoving Mikey’s face away giggling still; due to the aftermath tickles and Mikey’s funny joke. “Ihi gehehet ihit yohou dohork…” 

“Just something I thought I’d share.” Mikey shrugged, smiling. Leo rolled his eyes again, now adjusting his place on the bed so he sat next to Mikey. The younger rested his head on Leo’s shoulder as the older leaned in to the touch. “Well thanks for sharing…” Leo muttered. The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, Leo’s giggles now subsisted as the two just enjoyed each other company. 

“We heard screaming, are you two okay!?” Raph asked as he slammed Leo’s door completely open causing the oldest and youngest to fall flat on the floor due to the sudden noise and force. Raph gave out a tiny “oops” before getting out of the doorway to let Donnie in who was following him earlier.  

Mikey and Leo both exchanged glances before bursting out laughing. The two middle children looked at each other than back at the oldest and youngest complete confusion. “I’m gonna take those hysterics as a ‘yes we are completely fine”?” Donnie asked as him and Raph helped the both of them up so all the turtle brothers were standing. “Yeah, we’re okay.” Leo confirmed as Donnie and Raph relaxed at the olders confirmation.

“Oh! Which reminds me…” Mikey grinned, looking back at his older brother with a Cheshire grin before turning to his two other siblings. Raph and Donnie looked at each other again before looking at Mikey. The two middle children were so so confused as to what was happening as of right now but figured it would be best not to ask any questions. “Raph, Don, I have a little secret about our eldest brother-“

“Mikey-“ 

“And I’m sure this secret will…how should I put it? Tickle your funny bone...”

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HUZZAH. FINISHING ONE OF MY WIPS- I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED U GUYSSSS I HOPE U ALL ENJOYED THIS ONE IT WAS SM FUN TO WRITE

[otakween]

Digimon Tamers - Episode 14

Oh snap! The plot be plottin'! Yamaki's (finally learned his name) plot to destroy all digimon fails spectacularly and instead he creates a rift between both worlds and -checks notes- Mihiramon (a perfect level) comes through. We also get a bunch of new stuff introduced this time: using cards to digivolve, Takato being "connected" to Guilmon, and Guilmon's perfect digivolution MegaloGrowmon! Still don't fully know what's going on, but there are more mysteries to solve now which means I'm more invested :)

Notes:

That skyscraper they keep showing with the two towers...is that a real building in Shibuya or something made up for the anime? I tried googling this, but found nothing.

The silhouetted digimon flying into their doom was pretty creepy. Kinda reminds me of all of the souls floating around in the Underworld in Hercules (but like...in the sky instead)

So the enemy digimon acknowledge that they were created by humans but they only obey their "God." For a second I was like "but isn't your God supposed to be your creator??" but that's not necessarily the case in a lot of polytheistic religions, so I guess anything goes.

Yamaki casually chokes out Jian and Terriermon barely reacts ("that guy's rude!") lol wtf

Two very ugly digimon designs in this episode: Mihiramon (weird name) and MegaloGrowmon. Mihiramon looks like he was designed by an 8 year old (I had to laugh when they showed his nunchuck tail) and MegaloGrowmon is just profoundly derpy. Kinda looks like it hurts to be him and he's lost a lot of ability to emote because there's way too much going on with his face.

Considering the timing of when this anime came out, I bet Matrix Evolution was inspired by the coolness of The Matrix for sure. I doubt the name has much meaning aside from sounding neat.

Lots of big hits to the digimon in this one, Renamon falls off of a sky scraper and makes a huge dent in the concrete below and yet apparently takes zero fall damage. Growmon gets his entire side chomped on by Mihiramon and is also okay I guess (maybe digivolving to MegaloGrowmon healed him?)

Galgomon is apparently just braindead because he fully shoots at the open air for a weirdly long time during his fight. Also...apparently he can run out of ammo which I didn't see coming. How the heck does that work? Where does the ammo come from? When he runs out is that it until he de-digivolves and then digivolves again? So many questions...

So Takato is linked to Guilmon physically and was able to create him from a drawing...there's gotta be some connection there...

Suddenly Takato's friends are okay with him being an IRL digimon tamer. I guess they had to fully see him in action to respect it. Seems a little two faced of them...

Culumon was pretty prominent in the matrix evolution sequence...(but why tho)

Megalomon's digivolution sequence was in that charming early CGI. Doesn't look fantastic, but it's nostalgic. I think I can see some improvement from earlier seasons at least. Actually I think these mecha-esque designs sometimes look better in the CGI and then look awkward in the 2D animation.

[lavitaofdeath]

Rescue Bots fighting style in my AU

So regarding This post again where I mentioned several things, the main one being about Blades fighting like Ty Lee from ATLA

So I´ve brought myself to do Heatwave, Boulder and Chase fighting style in their holoforms! /can also be considered in their bot forms

That and explaining more about Blades one of course!

Blades

As I´ve stated before, since Blades is the team official medic, he must know all about Cybertronian; biology, anatomy and medicine. Since rescue missions sometimes, or most of the time, end up with the rescuers or the rescued injured. And having a medic in the team ,or at least someone with medical knowledge till help arrive, must be if not needed then OBLIGATORY.

So for me Blades fighting like Ty Lee works in his Holoform, because her fighting style is called "White Crane Fist" or “beak hands” or gōu shǒu, and this type of style emphasizes on circular movements, grace, and subtlety. The style also requires strong balance, reach, agility, and speed over brute force.

Also in this type of fighting style, it is necessary to know about human anatomy, or precisely about pressure points (if they actually belong to the branch of biology I apologize for the confusion). By hitting a sequence of pressure points, you can paralyze or even kill enemies.

I don´t know how but I think this could be aplied, somehow to their Cybertronian form!

Boulder

Now, while Boulder has a huge frame and powerful alternate mode, his gentle nature might prevent him from acting violently, he may dislike violence and his main focus is on rescue missions. However, if necessary, he must resort to violence to protect his comrades.

He is absolutedly the most peaceful bot in his team and with his little innocent fascination about Earth´s Flora and Fauna, he is definitely the most protected of his team.

And even if he doesn´t recurs to violence, his team, mostly Blades and Heatwave insist that he needs to AT LEAST know personal defence or carry a weapon around, a small weapon.

So I imagine him using "nunchucks" or "nunchaku", like TMNT Mikey. He is good fighting with his nunchucks and decent at hand to hand combat.

Chase

Now while Boulder is the peaceful one that doesn´t like to use violence unless necessary, Chase on the other hand is capable of using violence but he strongly belief in the law, meaning that he will rather use legal police procedures that using violence.

But he agreed, by order of Heatwave, to resort to violence if necessary or in case of life or death, he without a doubt follows the orders of his superiors and Heatwave is the leader of his team therefore he must obey him, also because he understands his concerns.

So like Boulder, I imagine that Chase also carries a weapon around, and he is better at fighting than Boulder. So in my perspective his fighting style is kinda like Tanjiro Kamado from Kny, but without the Breathing Style, he is good with his katana.

Or like in many headcannons he knows about the Cyberninjas style of fighting.

Heatwave

Believe me or not I was in PAIN trying to figure out how Heatwave´s fighting should be (well his and Chase´s) so I will just say this.

Heatwave already has the will to fight, even though he is a Rescue Bot and his main objective is to save people, he wants to join Team Prime to be able to fight!

But even though that he NEEDS and WANTS to fight, he knows down deep in his Spark, that he cannot leave his team, his family, alone, he knows that there are dangers and that his team is the only full and functional Rescue team left. They are the only thing he has left, they and the Burns family are his home.

So even if he knows he can´t leave his home, that does not stop him from learning to figh. He already is very strong and he is really focused on improving, but he must be a great fighter, if not the best of his team(Blades following him).

He is accurate and lethal, he makes sure to study his opponent's movements when fighting them, if he sees a pattern he can predict his opponent's next movement and stop it in time with a blow.

It might not look at it but he can adjust his water cannons so that they have more pressure and cause damage to his enemy.

So I see him as a less deathly but still good fighter like the Winter Soldier AKA Bucky Barnes!

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ThisIsFinallyDoneOmG-

This took me FOREVER, I´m in Spain WITHOUT THE S!

[mr-jack-letterman]

Understeep! (Tumblr keeps crunching on my art lol, click for better quality.)

Understeep Papyrus, aka Matcha :D.

Understeep links

Sans "Hibiscus"

W.D. Gaster "Chai"

More info about Papyrus and the Au below 👇 :D

• Was around 6 when Gaster died.

• Was taught healing magic at a young age by Gaster.

• A total plant dad.

• Doesn't have many friends; distracts himself through cooking and tending to the tea plants.

• Likes to imbue healing magic into the tea sold in the shop.

• Dreams of being in the royal guard, but actively avoids going after this passion due to his brother's stress.

• Papyrus knows Sans can take care of himself, but he feels too guilty leaving him alone with the shop to go after the royal guard position.

• Papyrus is still friends with Undyne, but only through their cooking lessons. Papyrus tries to convince himself that Undyne's cooking training is enough of a substitute for the royal guard training he wants, it's not, but he pretends it is.

• Undyne sees that Papyrus really wants to try for the royal guard along with how much he muffles his own personality to fit in with the tea shop. Even if Undyne will most likely never let him actually join, she feels bad that he won't even try.

• Undyne sees how happier and much more "himself" Papyrus is while sparing and wishes he wouldn't handicap himself like he does.

• Papyrus is much more out of practice due to his lack of battle training, making his fight a lot easier.

• During his fight, Papyrus will sometimes attack with bones that have tea bags tied to them. The tea bags swing around like nunchucks.

• Sans calls them "T-bones" [ba dum ching]

• Papyrus's magic takes on a green hue instead of orange.

• Though we never see Papyrus's eye glow like Sans's does in the actual game, when Pap's right eye glows it glows with Kindness and Justice.

[rat-nitty]

Here he is, the one and only Micheangelo - the youngest son and heart of the group. Mikey is also very friendshaped but dont let that cute face fool you, he is an agent of chaos and will prank you at any given time.

More about the Friendshaped goofball under the cut

Hamato Micheangelo also known as Mikey (or Angelo, Micheal, little guy, tiny and Dr. Prankenstein among other nicknames) is the youngest son of Splinter and the most invested in human behavior, often roaming the sewers for different goodies like clothes and knickknacks. As the youngest, Mikey often uses his cute face to his advantage when getting into trouble or wanting something as he knows his brothers have a hard time saying no to him and also very much appreciates them protecting him, even if they can be pretty overprotective sometimes (specifically Raph and April). However, he can be quite the menace being the annoying younger sibling he is, Mikey loves playing pranks on people, mostly harmless ones, and just generally joking/goofing around with his brothers which some appreciate more than other - he is the lovingly adorable comic relief, or at least that’s what he describes himself as.

Other than Leo, Mikey isnt very interested in the whole Prophecy thing and while he does respect family tradition, he isnt really a big fan of some of the predictions and what his ancestors have done - he mostly goes by his own flow while still heavily being influenced by Splinter and his stories. Mikey’s destiny is to become the deity of the heart, being able to detect peoples feelings and even healing illness and wounds (which do take a lot out of him). These powers are arguably the strongest of the three however the most stressful and hardest to use since they need a lot of focus which Mikey lacks - thats why he uses them sparingly, at least the healing part, he has the whole “reading people’s emotions” down pretty perfectly. In a fight, Mikey is the most flexible one though very clumsy on his feet when he gets disctracted, however he also is the fastest out of his brothers (with Leo using his powers as an exception) and very talented with his Nunchucks among other things, being able to use anything as a weapon, like his YoYo.

As the youngest, Mikey is the most restless and truly the heart of the team, always wanting to help (which can get him into trouble as he’s aslo very easily manipulated) and cheer people up, the most creative one often in his own little world, making friends with any animal he finds left and right, cant sit still for five minutes and doesnt like being left alone - he seeks comfort in hugs and his comic books. However Mikey is also the chef of the family, interested in cooking shows, he often replicates what he sees and sometimes its pretty edible - other times its not. Not only a chef but also the most artistic person in the family, loving to draw and craft tiny bits, even trying his hands in sewing while sometimes picking up other hobbies and immidiatly dropping them from loss of interest. And out of all of his brothers, Mikey is also the most talented skater, sneaking out with April and Raph to skate and draw grafiti on walls while looking out for criminals and talking about comic books. Like Leo, Mikey is quite interested in cartoons/anime however does prefer comicbooks and does occasionally read normal books (like Animorphs or Warrior cats) while his taste in music is heavily influenced by american and internet culture - he is totally a TikTok kid who records dance and prank videos but never allowed to post them.

A few other FunFacts about the tiny guy:

He loves putting stickers on his shell, they make him feel pretty and April constantly brings him new sticker sheets with random motifs from her part-time job, thats why they change constantly

Can’t actually smell anything which is mostly the reason why his food sometimes gets burnt though his stomach can digest pretty much anything so he just eats it anyway, he also has red/green color blindness

Very hyperactive and bouncy, loves jumping around and doing little jigs while also whistling a lot - the most expressive, clumsy and loud one out of his brothers, his love language is mostly physical affection and he will randomly start hugging and theres nothing anyone can do about it

Mikey’s favorite siblings are definitly Raph and April whom he will hang around a lot even if he sometimes doesnt really understand them and their teen angst - but their music is cool and watching movies with them is his favorite activity even if they have to put on more kid-friendly ones for him (both of them are Horror movie nuts but would never let Mikey see one).

Feeds the alley cats once a day, he wanted to bring them home but due to Splinter, he decided not to - they do sometimes follow him into the sewers though

Mikey isn’t really fluent in any language, he knows some bits of japanese and french that he learned from his cooking shows and Splinter however he does know sign language and really wants to learn how to write in braille incase he would ever need it

Constantly has bandages from just being overall clumsy while also having to wear knee-protectors as his knees are very easily bruisable - he has quite a record of dislocating a knee or breaking a bone

[raphieeee]

Leo’s favourite thing about Mikeys is the way he loves and how he shows it. How he gives food and hugs and advice, how he jokes and cares all at once. His love is like an unending well or eternal flame, something that will never go away no matter how many mistakes or wrongs they make with him, he always knows they love him and returns it in full. He won’t forgive people if they truely mean to hurt him, of course, but he knows the difference purely cause he knows love.

His favourite thing about Raph is his dedication and how unfaltering he is in his ways and how he protects and serves his family. He won’t let people sway him or turn him against his family, nor will he do so if they truely piss him off or upset him. He will do anything for his family, an immovable object in the path of those who wish to hurt them. Leo wishes he could be like that but even he needs breaks from protecting them, and whenever he fails or faulters, he knows Raph will be there.

His favourite thing about Donnie is his smile. A specific one, a small and subtle one that he doesn’t seem to notice himself. The only way he can describe it is content and it makes Leo feel an endless hope, like nothing can do wrong when he sees that smile. It gives him hope when nothing else manages to.

Mikey a favourite thing about Donnie is when he rambles. His excitement and pure joy feels contagious and even if he can’t understand all of it, it’s so fun to listen to and watch his brother get so worked up in the best way. It makes him giddy and jumpy, ready to help bounce to the moon and back just to see what the genius has created. It’s happiness made out of pure passion.

For Raph it’s his hugs. No one hugs like he does. It’s not very common, but it’s like he’s putting his all into. It’s squeezing and a little too tight, but it gives him butterflies and makes him feel so safe, like a giant shield is surrounding him and holding him close.

For Leo it’s his jokes. They can be cheesy and not necessarily funny, but it’s so clear his older brother enjoys them and he loves seeing him so light and cheery. He knows being a leader can be tough, so it’s nice when he feels he can let go a little and be who he really is inside, not just a leader and older brother.

Donnie’s favourite thing about Raph is his ability to stand up against what he feels is wrong. He obeys commands he approves of but won’t let people insult his family put push any of them down, including themselves. It’s something he’s jealous of in a way, that ability to stay strong and not buckle under his own weight.

For Mikey it’s his ability to connect to people. He can meet anyone, even enemies, and instantly find something to talk about. He sees everyone as a friend until they give him a reason not to and opens up, shows his heart and clicks with everyone. It’s impossible to hate him when he makes you feel so seen. It’s something Donnie wishes he could do but more than anything, it’s something he’s grateful for. No one sees him like Mikey does.

His favourite thing about Leo is how he remembers small details. He often asks about projects he himself forgot about, or reminds him when his favourite scene from a show is on or request a specific meal just for one of his brothers when he notices they’re down.

Raph’s favourite thing about Donnie is meets him at his level. He knows his issues with emotion responses and understanding cause trouble, but Donnie is often the one and sometimes only one, who lets him rant and struggle, allowing him to act like an ass and dishing it right back. He lets Raph be flawed and shows him it’s okay simply by being vulnerable alongside him.

His favourite thing about Mikey is how he fights. It’s smooth and fluid, like a dancer during training, doing what he likes with no regard for judges. It’s satisfying to watch as he turns something as dangerous as nunchucks into a part of his performance. It’s beautiful in a way Raph didn’t know fighting could be.

His favourite thing about Leo is his warmth. It’s not a physical thing exactly, it’s more an internal sensation. Leo is familiar no matter what they go through. He’s a goofball hiding in serious armour and can be put on the brink of death and still come back with the same smile and understanding eyes. Raph feels cold and alone some days but as soon as he hears Leo or sees just his shadow, it’s like a warm blanket is wrapped around his body. He’s safe and some days, he’s the only safety he needs.

[aquietwritingcorner]

Found Family

Title: Found Family Day: Whumptober 2023, Day 20 Prompt: “People don’t change people, time does,” Blanket/Found Family/ “You will regret touching them”  Fandom: TMNT 2003   Word Count: 1868  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: T  Characters: Leatherhead, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, Splinter Warning: NA Summary: Leatherhead has long thought of the turtles as family, but hasn’t dared to cross that line with them. However, when he comes across the family in the midst of an ambush in the sewers, injured, with no way out, Leatherhead takes matters into his own hands to save the family he found.    Notes:     AO3 || ff.net

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Found Family

“People don’t change people, time does,” Leatherhead had once heard. He wasn’t entirely sure that he agreed with it. There was some merit to the statement. People did need to take time to change. But that change was unlikely to come about if there weren’t people involved. Leatherhead felt that he, himself, was proof of that. If it weren’t for the Utroms, then he likely would have been at least something of a mindless beast instead of the scientist he was today. If it weren’t for the kindness of the turtles and their father, then he likely would have let his anger consume him, or allowed his life to be taken long ago, instead of having the deep friendships and life that he cherished at the moment.

Deep friendships that were very, very important to him. And what was important to him, Leatherhead did not like to see hurt, broken or injured.

And yet, they were hurt.

Leatherhead could see it. They were hurt. Leatherhead had been making his way to the turtle’s home, eager to exchange some scientific notes and theories with Donatello. He enjoyed these conversations that he had with his friend, and he knew that the gentle turtle did as well. He was a brilliant mind, and Leatherhead was often astounded by what he was capable of.

At the moment, that gentle soul and brilliant mind was cradled in the arms of his brothers, unconscious. Leatherhead could see the blood from the bleeding head wound coating the side of his head, could see the long gash on his leg that looked deep, could see the clear marks of an explosion on his plastron and side, and the way that his breathing hitched.

Raphael and Michelangelo had him pulled to them. Raphael’s teeth were barred, and he had one sai in his grip. His anger, something that he and Leatherhead shared, showed through. Raphael and Leatherhead had often had deep conversations about what it was like to live with anger burning in you. The younger turtle offered Leatherhead a unique perspective, and he liked to think that, likewise, Leatherhead had offered some insights for the passionate turtle.

That passion and protectiveness shone through now. He had one arm around Donatello, clearly protective of him. He also, though, had a dazed look about him, and, as the turtle turned his head, Leatherhead could see a sizable lump forming. He, too, was bleeding, although it seemed to be from smaller cuts mostly, aside from gash on his upper arm. However, injured he was, though, he was not backing down.

Michelangelo was on the other side of Donatello, looking serious and grim. It wasn’t an expression that Leatherhead often saw on the jovial turtle. Michelangelo was typically upbeat and positive. He joked around and sometimes didn’t pay attention to what he was doing, but Leatherhead appreciated him, nonetheless. The active turtle had an astounding capacity to forgive, as Leatherhead knew firsthand. Even after attacking him, nearly killing him, Michelangelo had instantly forgiven Leatherhead, more worried for him than for himself.

Now Michelangelo was clearly more worried for his family. He shifted, giving more of Donatello’s weight to Raphael so he could have both nunchucks at the ready. His breathing was also not quite right, and there were a few small cuts that decorated him. Leatherhead noticed that as he moved, shifting the weight on his ankles, he winced. Leatherhead knew that Michelangelo’s ankles were a weak point, after having injured them before. It looked as if at least one of them might be injured now, although he was clearly not about to let it stop him.

Leonardo and Splinter were standing in front of the other three, weapons raised. The look on Leonardo’s face was focused, protective. Leatherhead had seen that look on Leonardo’s face before, although to a lesser degree. Leonardo had always been protective of his family, and his love for them had always shown through in his determination to protect and care for his family. He and Leatherhead had talked about how important family was to the both of them.

That determination was on full display. Leonardo’s swords were held at the ready, his hands and arms steady, even as he breathed heavily. Numerous cuts littered his skin, and he was clearly favoring one knee, but the determination was still strong. He clearly wasn’t about to surrender or give up, not with his family at stake.

Splinter, likewise, had a very determined and serious stance. Leatherhead knew that the older rat was a wise individual, and a skilled master. He had watched the rat train his sons and had talked at length with him. Splinter had helped him a great deal when it came to controlling his anger and had imparted much wisdom into Leatherhead’s life. He had spoke often of the control that strove to have in his life, something he helped Leatherhead with.

Leatherhead could see that control now. Splinter was armed with a sword, something that Leatherhead had not seen before. However, it was clear that he was well skilled in it, standing just slightly in front of Leonardo, his eyes sharp and his tail lashing. He seemed to have the least wounds on him, but Leatherhead could still see blood matting his fur in places.

All of them were hurt. All of them were hurt badly, and Leatherhead could clearly see the culprits. Foot Ninja. Foot Ninja had clearly ambushed and trapped them in the sewers. Leatherhead didn’t know if the Foot Ninja had found the turtle’s new home, or if it was just an unlucky encounter in the sewers, but either way, it was clear that the family was in danger.

Leatherhead could not allow that.

Sinking into the sewer water around him, he silently glided further towards the group of Foot Soldiers, letting instincts drive him forward even as the fight continued. He approached the back of the group, only his eyes above the water. The family wasn’t likely to survive much more of this, not at this rate, and Leatherhead reached out, pulling two Foot Ninja under the water.

It happened so quickly that the other Foot Ninja didn’t register it at first, that much was clear, and so Leatherhead took advantage of that, grabbing and pulling two more of them under as soon as he had taken care of the first two.

At that point the rest of the Foot Ninja were onto him, and at least some of them turned to aim their weapons in the water. Leatherhead had the advantage in the water, though, and he moved, quickly, silently, and pulled yet another under.

He could sense the fear that grabbed onto the Foot, especially as the five bodies floated to the top. With a roar, he burst out of the water, swinging his arms and tail about, knocking Foot Ninja into the walls and biting through weapons that they tried to use against him. He made his way in front of the injured family, roaring again as he turned to face the Foot Ninja, taking the attacks for them.

“You will regret touching them!” he roared out and fell upon the Foot Ninja as his more animalistic side broke through. It was only a matter of minutes before the Foot Ninja were in retreat or dead. Leatherhead growled and then let out another roar, letting it echo after the prey had had let get away.

Once he was sure they were gone, he reigned himself back in, and turned to look at the family, who had closed ranks around Donatello.

“My friends—let me help you,” he said.

“Donnie’s hurt,” Raph said, his words slurring slightly. “He needs help.” Raphael wobbled a little, and Leonardo reached out to steady him.

“Of course,” Leatherhead said. “If you will permit me, I can carry him. We will go back to my home. I have supplies there, and I do not know if your home is compromised or not.”

“We would be most grateful,” Splinter said, leaning on the sword he had. Michelangelo was fishing around in the water, and handed Splinter back his walking stick, which Splinter took with a grateful nod, leaning heavily on it.

“Come, my friends.” Leatherhead said, gently scooping Donatello up into his arms. “Before more show up.” He glanced at the others. “I am strong enough to carry more of you, if needed.”

Michelangelo was already picking up Donatello’s bo staff and using it to lean on. Leonardo was already coaxing Raphael to lean on him, and he shook his head. “No, we’ll be fine. Let’s just get out of here.”

“As you wish,” Leatherhead said, and started walking.

He led the way, carefully cradling the unconscious Donatello in his arms, while the rest leaned on each other and followed behind him. It, fortunately, was a short journey to his home, and in short order Leatherhead had all of the family sitting or laying down as he or they tended to their wounds. It took a bit of time, but eventually everyone was bandaged or treated and resting comfortably.

Donatello had woken up at one point and was now settled in the middle of his brothers, sitting on some cushions on the floor. Raphael sleepily leaned on him, and Michelangelo was on the couch behind them, his ankles propped up. Leonardo had opted for the floor as well, sitting on the other side of Donatello, his knee raised. Splinter had been settled onto the open end of the couch looking over his sons with obvious relief.

Leatherhead retrieved blankets for them, carefully covering each of the turtles, although he noted how, even though he had enough, they ended up sharing anyway. He smiled at them, sensing this was a family moment, and stepped away, only to be stopped at Michelangelo’s call.

“Where are you going, big guy?” he asked.

“I had assumed that your family would want a moment together,” he said. “I did not wish to intrude.”

Michelangelo snorted. “Intrude? Dude, you are family.”

Leatherhead blinked at him. “Excuse me?”

“LH, you’re family,” Donatello said, looking up at him. “You always have been.”

“Sit down,” Raphael said. “You belong here.”

“They’re right,” Leo said firmly. “You are family.”

“Leatherhead,” Splinter said. “Tonight, you have saved us and protected us, fought for us in a manner that clearly shows you think of us as family. You have proven to us time and time again that you are family. Tonight was merely another show of it. Come and rest with us—you are family, Leatherhead.”

Leatherhead stared at them for a moment, feeling his heart swell. Family? They thought of him as family? He smiled, and made his way over to them, sitting on the floor next to the pile and curling his tail around them.

“Family,” he said, and let out a contented sigh.

He could feel the others settling around him, including him in their pile, and he smiled. Leatherhead had thought of himself as a monster once, had often thought that he had lost his family when the Utroms left. But now? Now he knew that he had family once again, and he was glad that he had found it.

[daz4i]

If you had to make your own Nicktoons Blast/Avengers style roster out of your blorbos, who would you pick and what would they contribute?

oho that's a fun question!! (i do hope i got it right, idk anything abt nicktoons blast, but i do know the avengers! so i'm kinda going by this vibe i apologize if this isn't what you meant 😳)

so i'm thinking kita as the calm collected leader that makes most of the crucial decisions. kunikida helps there tho and is more on the details side of things

ferdinand as the one who takes action first, as well as the hype guy

nikolai as the wildcard who decides whether to participate or not on a whim, he's there sometimes, pulls some op shit, leaves. he also goes against the blorbo team sometimes like for fun

^akechi also but like in a less trickster-y way. more bc of mood swings. and he tries to be more subtle (and fails) abt the whole going against thing

felix is just there to be violent he's like that prozd skit "my nunchuck has a knife on it and also a gun. and i am very cool. i don't even know who we're fighting"

so tldr. kita+kunikida -> actual sense and rational thinking. ferdinand -> energy and motivation. nikolai -> chaos (whimsy). goro -> chaos (evil). felix -> awesome sword skills

everyone else does what they can. tim has a gun he just prefers not to use it if he doesn't have to. atsushi is a doomsday weapon. you know how it is

(i def misunderstood the assignment but i hope it's at least fun regardless)