#bc it was splinter's idea to take the trip

[transiconwilfred]

im having more thoughts about that tmnt sweet toot au. i think Splinter (still Hamato Yoshi) and his wife were on an ill-timed trip to New York when the sick broke out, and they ended up sort of stranded because in an effort to contain the sick, no one was allowed in or out of the country. Tang Shen unfortunately caught it, and after her death, Splinter kinda just gave up on life and went to live in a cabin in the woods while quietly hoping the sick would claim him too. hes been out there alone for a while when he finds the turtles and they restore his will to live :)

[bestworstcase]

I enjoy a lot of your posts and while I know she's not your focus any thoughts on Sienna "The Hero Queen" Khan?

truly think killing sienna off is THE weakest narrative decision in the story to up to this point and likely to remain so through to the end—which isn’t an unpopular opinion necessarily but whenever i’ve encountered this sentiment coming from other people, it’s generally predicated on the feeling that she was super cool (true!) and deserved more screen time on that basis. whereas i tend to think about it more in terms of the purpose her death served to the wider narrative of the white fang plot arc and if that purpose was realized, and i think the answer to that is no.

the white fang plot arc was always going to fall rather flat bc of the vocabulary problem—in essence, they tried to explore what ‘violence’ means in the context of civil rights activism and tripped because the binary non-violent/violent language applied to the narrative is inadequate to articulate the actual ideas being expressed, and the storyline would have been better served by a model focused on the tactical value of offensive vs defensive methods and the sharp divide between tactical violence to further specific, narrow goals (sienna) vs violence as the end in itself (adam)—BUT, the killing of sienna khan is the structural flaw that causes the storyline to collapse.

the point of killing sienna is to illustrate why adam is wrong (he refuses to differentiate oppression from merely being denied something he wants, and consequently inflicts violence on his notional allies as readily as he does his actual oppressors). taken in isolation, the beat accomplishes what it’s meant to do and in that sense it’s ‘successful.’ however, it also removes the key narrative argument for tactical violence from the story at precisely the moment when that argument most needs to be put forward (i.e. the culmination of adam’s corruption of the white fang), leaving it represented solely by ghira’s respect and support for sienna’s leadership of the white fang. even with all other factors being ideal—which they aren’t, but for argument’s sake—i do not think this is enough to develop the narrative arc to its intended resolution. and indeed the white fang plot arc ultimately fizzles out.

i think the stronger choice would have been to structure the entire adam-vs-sienna conflict as a schism. this takes some reconfiguring of the arc as a whole but isn’t difficult to accomplish; i think the most significant change to the set up is for one (or both) of the albain brothers to be genuine—for what they tell ghira early on about adam’s splinter group going rogue and sienna’s white fang repudiating his actions and moving to intervene to be entirely true. meanwhile ilia and her little enclave of adam loyalists can be in menagerie with the goal of supplanting the albains, who remain loyal to sienna.

setting the pieces up this way serves two purposes. first, it brings the question of violence as means vs violence as ends to the forefront from the beginning; and second, it allows for a much greater degree of narrative clarity with respect to the belladonnas being pacifists who support, rather than condemn, sienna’s more violent methodology. the latter reason is something that already exists in the narrative—ghira is quite vocal in his support for sienna’s leadership and his stance that her activism is worthy of admiration regardless of his personal discomfort with violence—but it’s a lot punchier and a lot cleaner if the locus of the conflict in kuo kuana is about the belladonnas allying themselves directly with sienna’s white fang against an attempted coup by adam’s splinter group.

with this setup the blake-vs-ilia conflict and its resolution can still unfold more or less as in canon; it simply allows for, again, a greater degree of clarity regarding what is wrong about ilia’s choices if blake is aligned with sienna’s white fang throughout.

anyway, all of that builds toward adam making an attempt on sienna’s life—but in the context of his splinter group being a minority of the white fang, so she isn’t betrayed by her personal guard, and thus the result is an explosive skirmish probably ending with sienna injured and carried to safety by her remaining guards. you still get all the shock and bloodiness of adam’s coup, you still get hazel’s utter disgust with the betrayal, but you also get to keep sienna herself, and the part of the white fang that still answers to her, on the board.

& from there it becomes very easy to weave sienna and her faction into the confrontation at haven academy, because the belladonnas—working with very limited information about what is happening in mistral—bring a force of their own to intercept adam’s splinter group. you can just bring in sienna’s faction to pincer adam’s, then either portray the reclamation of the white fang as a joint effort by the belladonna faction and sienna’s faction or structure the resolution more along the lines of “the white fang is fully back under sienna’s leadership, and ghira is starting up a second organization to focus on separate but similar goals, because activism is complex and having multiple, ideologically diverse activist groups working in tandem is better than putting all our eggs in one basket.”

also she’s cool and deserved more screen time jkgdjfbsjs

[microstmnt]

Timeskip Turtles Part 2 (Timeskip humans?)

I am insanely proud of how hot Casey looks 😌 but I’m biased bc I like men with long hair. 

Honestly, last three years were kinda chill for Casey (maybe one major plot point that I need to explore but anyways), for April on the other hand? Honey you’re gonna go through it

Casey: as mentioned before some time after the defeat of Shredder (in wich he and April were explicitly excluded from participating, cue both of them feeling slightly offended) he and Leo went on a roadtrip across Latin America to train (Case originally just wanted to go back to Argentina but Leo talked him into extending the trip and countries), honestly in comparison to what the everyone else lived in NYC, the trip went super chill, no major altercation, no threats to no ones life, it was basically a vacation. The mutant problem once tought to be a NYC only problem has now extended to include all the American continent so encountering mutants in their travels is not unheard of, meaning that Leo doesn’t have to hide for half the trip (yay, these two are gonna bond :) ). Coming back to their home they’re gonna find a lot of things have changed and there’s a lot of things that they missed (Casey: I missed a whole alien invasion? Ah man ): ). Notable scars: Minor scars on face from fighting, claw stabs on shoulders from meeting Venus, scrape on the right arm by a Purple Dragon altercation (yes, those bastards are still around), gunshot wound on stomach pre Battle Nexus arc by a Purple Dragon

April: After the defeat of Shredder, April decided to dedicate herself to her study, threats to one’s life are nice and all but I have to take exams guys, in her faculty she’s gonna meet Baxter Stockman, a teen genius whose ego is as big as his brain, unfortunately, the same people responsible for the mutant outbreak might be looking for his smarts so she has to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesnt mix with the wrong people (or get kidnapped...), unfortunately this means that she is now also a target for the people responsible for the mutant outbreak, and this is made clear when one night she is attacked by a mutant turtle that she’s never met before. She goes to the turtles with this information and by this point it’s clear that the men behind all of this has zero qualms in eliminating percieved threats. Things escalate until the ✨ alien invasion ✨ and I’m not gonna lie, I have nothing on the alien invasion, I just know it happens (A+ writing, I know). Notable scars: Slashes on left arm and shoulder by Venus (not seen because of the jacket), claw marks on right leg from Venus (not seen because of pants), stab wound on stomach by a Foot Ninja (pre Battle Nexus)

If it’s not painfully clear by now; I’m an artist, not a writer, shotout to all writers for real, this shit is not easy *sweating bullets trying to connect everything* 

Some more things: by this point in their life characters like Lita, Jennika, Slash and Venus have all appeared (Jennika, Lita and Slash after the defeat of Shredder in that order, and Venus during Leo’s adventures in the Southern Continent), Bishop is even worse than Shredder (I know Shredder is more iconic, but I had zero ideas for him sorry), Karai is just living her life studying veterinary, she sometimes helps the boys but from the main part she’s just on her own (her biggest appearance is when Jennika comes looking for her, but more on that in Jenny’s character sheet), Ooroku Saki is still alive, he’s just in jail (anticlamatic? Maybe, but it’s also sad), Twig is living with Karai. The boys still live with Splinter, and they all have a new Lair because Shredder destroyed their old one (Some things never change), it’s a bunker style place that connects with the Sewers (Think the IDW lair)

And for April and Casey.... I know no one likes a slow burn, but I genuinely think these two are dumbasses who have no idea what to do with themselves if they’re not fighting for their life or protecting people... They’ll figure it out and end up together eventually, probably

[silverislander]

Ellie's marriage proposal to Dina hc..👀

AW MAN THAT'S SUPER CUTE OK,, under the cut, it’s a long one :D

ok we just know she’s gonna get ridiculously stressed over this.  it’s ellie, that’s just the way she is

even though she really shouldn’t be because she already kind of asked dina??... they’ve talked it over together before just to be sure they’re both ready and this is something they both want.  it’s the kind of thing that’s come along with the healthy boundaries they’re learning to set after ellie comes home from california

so she KNOWS it’ll be fine dina will say yes etc etc its FINE

but it has to be perfect.  and so she stresses.

somehow, the easier part is getting rings.  she considers looking for one on patrol, but she doesn’t even know where to start looking, so that’s out.  she asks around town if anyone has a spare, but no luck- what use is a piece of metal to carry around if it doesn’t have enough sentimental value to even keep?

in the end, she figures fuck it, she’ll make them.  joel left a couple woodworking books and enough tools/spare pieces to guess how this goes, and lots of people wore wood rings before the outbreak, right?  they’ll look cool and different

her first attempt is a disaster.  very lopsided, gave her two splinters when she tried hers on, looks like shimmer chewed on it.  fuck.  this might’ve been easier with ten fingers?

she enlists jesse’s dad’s help, who has just enough knowledge and talent to help her out, and he even scrounges up some scrap metal, so they’ll have proper, durable rings.  they’re plain silver, but ellie likes them better that way and she thinks dina will too.  no tiny bits to dent or fuck up while soldering

(he tells her the wood ones she was planning on probably would’ve chipped anyways and she is SO frustrated bc she spent a month making that stupid ring... imagine if she’d proposed and the fucking thing BROKE a month later.  dina would cry, she would cry, it would’ve been bad)

instead of trying to just ask dina what size she needs she just.  holds her hand even more than usual w her uninjured hand and tries to feel it out.  which is stupid and conspicuous and does not work, so she gives in

sends in jj, who is about 4 or 5, to take measurements and tells him it’s for a top secret mission, which isn’t a lie- she makes a point never to lie to him.  he tells dina he’s gonna make her a ring for crafts time at school, and she pretends not to notice when he “covertly” gives ellie the paper he wrote the numbers on

once she finally has her rings, she’s agonizing over how to ask her for almost two months.  it’s a miracle she was able to hide them for that long smh

she considers a lot of things for a perfect proposal time: date night, a trip outside jackson.  she’s seen a couple in movies happen in front of crowds, but the idea of doing that terrifies her, so she scraps it pretty fast (what if someone like seth fucks it up?  she doesn’t want to panic in public, what if that happens?  plus, she hates being watched and it would feel like such a phony show to her to wait until there’s an audience, she loves dina way more than to make a stupid stunt out of their relationship)

she almost proposes out of the blue on more than one morning just... watching dina wake up next to her.  or make breakfast with her hair all messy.  or play pretend with their son.  but she holds back and waits

it has to be perfect.

she doesn’t know loads about the world before the outbreak, and she’s never been a romance novel kind of person, but she knows you need a heartfelt declaration, some kind of big speech.  that’s always how it goes in the stories she knows!

problem is, she’s not great at speeches. or declarations.  or heartfelt, if she’s being honest.  everything she tries to write comes out so fucking cheesy and terrible, she just tosses every draft out

one night she gets so fed up with it that she entirely gives up and stomps off for her guitar instead to calm down, which helps very little since learning to play lefty has been incredibly frustrating for her, even if she’s almost at the point she was at before she lost her fingers

and it hits her that while those drafts were awful speeches... there are lots of salvageable bits that might just work as lyrics

the moment ends up finding her, as it often does.  it’s a little bit of all of her ideas in the end

they’re out on a picnic, all three of them, and while jj doesn’t know it, they’re not too far from the farmhouse they used to live in before.  the thoughts brought back by that house almost stop her for a minute, because she still doesn’t deserve any of this and anything could happen tomorrow, in a week, next year.  dina could still say no or change her mind, ellie could still spiral headfirst into another episode and not claw her way out this time

but it’s been a long, long time since she’s thought about the words that come into her head next: “we fight for every second we get to spend with each other.”

if they both died tomorrow, they’d still get to be engaged for a whole day.  that’s not nothing, right?

ellie takes some deep breaths, pulls her guitar into her lap and offers to play them a new song, written just for dina.

there’s no speech when she’s finished and definitely no fanfare or crowd to gather and watch them, just dina leaning in to kiss her on the cheek and jj clapping so hard he’s straining his face like little kids often do

so she pulls dina’s ring out of her pocket and just asks her, “marry me?”

(she says yes.  ellie wears hers on her middle finger to make sure it won’t fall off, which honestly always got more use than her ring finger anyways)

there is much more kissing from dina and many enthusiastic hugs from jj after that, but that’s the meat of it, and the hardest part for ellie is over.  now dina will be there to tell everyone they finally got engaged and do the talking for any followup questions.  she’s always been better at that

and dina does this with relish, the way she does everything ofc.  she shows off her ring and she’s all oh did you know my fiancee made this by the way??  my future WIFE who i love??

ellie is a MESS over it every time.  shes standing there bright red trying desperately to turn invisible while dina is telling half the bar how talented and hot she is and how that’s HER wife did you know that 😌

but really, somehow, it was perfect in the end

so there was no reason to stress at all

which she totally knew the whole time.

[olivinesea]

If you’re still in need of a distraction for your car ride:

Which three songs would be on on road trip mixtape for Hotch and which on a mix tape for Penelope?

What are the three US landmarks that Hotch would want to show Jack and why?

The team (member constellation of your choice) has to take a suv to get to the remote crime scene. The car breaks down, it’s already getting dark. Who keeps cool, who panics, who knows nothing about cars and is useless but brought water and snacks, who tries to repair the car and succeeds and who holds the torch so the one doing the repairs can see what they’re doing?

So many fun ideas! Here we go, in reverse order.

3. SUV breaks down. I’m gonna try a little blurb for this. Also, please note my satisfaction at being able to translate “torch” to “flashlight.”

Emily sat on the fence, despite the clear risk of collapse or splinters. She was happily throwing sunflower seeds at Hotch’s head. They got caught in his hair while he bent over the engine, trying to decipher what was going on. Morgan, holding the flashlight, suppressed his laughter with a grimace when Hotch looked up for the fifth time, glaring at Emily but not giving her the satisfaction of grumbling at her. He wouldn’t crack that easily. Emily stuck her tongue out at him and he huffed, looking back at the disaster that was the car’s insides. Morgan snorted and Hotch glared at him too. Morgan held up both his hands, feigning innocence. The flashlight beam swung away from the work area.

“Hey man, it’s all her. You know how she gets.”

“Just keep the light on this will you?” Hotch scowled, returning to his task.

Meanwhile, Spencer was quietly freaking out, trying and failing to stay calm. He had been calculating how much water they had versus how many people they were and the potential temperature fluctuations and how that was going to affect their hydration needs. The numbers were not adding up in their favor. He twisted a lock of hair between his fingers, coiling and uncoiling it as he chewed on his lip, debating when to bring the issue up.

His thoughts were sound so tightly that a low rumbling sound from the front seat made him jump, yelping that some animal had come for them.

“Relax, my friend.”

Penelope’s hand squeezed his arm, her brightly colored nails reflecting the last bits of sunlight. “It’s just Rossi.”

Spencer looked and sure enough, Rossi was passed out in the passenger’s seat, mouth ever so slightly open.

“I—I knew that,” Spencer looked down at the ground. He noted with displeasure that the shadows had fallen thickly enough to wash out the colors of their shoes, everything becoming a muted blue-grey.

“Come on,” she said, tugging his arm gently. “I’ve got snacks.”

Back at the car she pulled a chocolate chip granola bar out of her purse. She handed it to him then used her phone light to dig around deeper while he crunched.

“Aha! Here you go.”

“What is it?” Spencer rolled the wooden object around in his hand. It was a cube about the size of his palm.

“It’s a puzzle box,” Penelope sounded pleased.

“A what?” Spencer was perplexed. How was this going to help them at all?

“I can’t get it open. I’ve been trying for weeks now. Will you try? There’s supposed to be something cool inside.”

“I guess...” but Spencer was already engrossed in the task, feeling the edges with his fingertips, trying to find a piece with more give than the rest.

Penelope smiled to herself, going back into her bag for more snacks to offer the others. As she walked around the front of the car, JJ appeared walking from the opposite direction, hood pulled up.

“Good news everyone,” she called, still a little far away. They all looked up at her. “Managed to get service up the hill, a tow truck will be here in a bit.”

There was a collective sigh of relief from everyone. Everyone except Emily who muttered darkly to herself.

“Fuck.”

“What’s that now?” Derek asked.

“I was just finalizing my list.” She smiled at them, her teeth just visible in the low light.

“What—“

“No, don’t ask her,” Hotch cut off Penelope’s question. “I am sure I do not want to know.”

“Suit yourself,” Emily said sweetly, hopping off the fence and going to Penelope. “Got any Red Vines?”

2. US Landmarks: ok I don’t know shit about the east coast where I’m sure there are many important landmarks that they could easily visit but let’s pretend they travel west for some reason? Also I’m an outdoor nut so that’s the kind of list you’re going to get. I’m sure there’s very nice inside places he would go too, but not this trip.

Arches National Park/Moab - why? There are fossilized dinosaur tracks nearby and what kid doesn’t love dinosaurs?? You can straight up put your hand inside some of them. It’s incredible. Also the rock formations are INSANE and very cool. Hotch can talk about rock nerd stuff which he obviously cares about bc I do.

Olympic National Park - rainforest, in the Pacific Northwest, glaciers, alpine lakes, this place looks so fucking beautiful. I want to go so Hotch wants to go. They talk about ecology and the importance of taking care of the environment. Kid stuff.

The giant metal bean in Chicago. It is odd and Hotch is odd. Also I feel like there’s some lesson there about creativity and following your dreams and maybe also engineering? Plus they’d get very cute pictures to send back to the team.

1. Road trip playlist pics

Hotch is a dad rocker through and through. That is his sound and he is a big nerd so he would definitely pick traveling themed lyrics.

I’m A Ramblin Man - Waylon Jennings

Proud Mary - CCR

Mr. Blue Sky - ELO

Penelope is high energy girl pop for sure. She is having a great time, singing along, probably eating sour gummy worms bc those are delicious.

Wannabe - Spice Girls

One, Two Step - Ciara & Missy Elliott

Glamorous - Fergie

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[dakotafinely]

Thank you for writing my request!! I enjoyed the twist you put on it!

But like....now I’m curious about when April’s parents finally DO meet splinter and the bois- would she recognize Raph? I assume she’d recognize splinter bc I mean cmon rat man but Raph has gotten so much bigger than when she first saw him

Would you be willing to write that too? 🥺

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WAS HOPING YOU'D ASK THAT AKSNSOSNDIFLENEHFODND!!

ALSO THANK YOU I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THE REQUEST!!

Also, before we get into it. April has two mom’s and I don't take criticism on that. The one that met Raph & Splinter will be referred to as Mama/Ma while the other will be referred to as Mom/Mother.

--

Most of the time, it was just April and her mama. Her mom with a job that caused her to travel often. Sometimes unexpectedly.

“But, the guys really want to meet you!” April begged, despite knowing her mother couldn’t get out of it if she wanted to. Her mother lightly kissed her forehead, before returning to pack her suitcase.

“I know honey, and I’d love to meet them too,” She stops to focus and folding a shirt and putting in the suitcase “but I have to go, they need me down in Texas for the week. I promise if I can make it back before Sunday I’ll try to with all my might.” She turns to her daughter. Placing both hands on her face with a gentle smile on her own.

“You know I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to,” she says and April sighs. Knowing she was right.

“Just... try and make it back as soon as possible,” It was April’s last plea. To which her mother turned back to the suitcase to zip it up. Putting it with the other one and looking to April. Her eyes shining with honesty.

“You know I always do,” she responded. Leaving about ten minutes later.

Saturday came, and April knew her mother wasn’t coming in time. Still, the guys at least meeting one of her mom’s oughta satisfy their curiosity just a bit.

Sunday came and April’s mama was running around like a chicken with her head cut off. Trying to prepare the house as much as possible before they came. April tried to calm her down. The speed reminiscent of a freight train.

“Mama please, trust me when I say they’re not going to care if it’s not perfect,” April said with a slight whine. Still, in a flurry she went. Tidying up things the boy’s wouldn’t have even seen to begin with. Like closets and bedrooms.

“Well I’ll care,” her mama retorted. Slowly running out of steam as it become one hour before they would arrive. Hair tied up and fizzled, clothes stained with deep cleaning messes. She huffed as she looked at herself.

“I’m taking a shower,” she told April “put the chicken in the oven when the-”

“When the timer goes off, I know.”

--

“I still don’t know why we have to wear clothes,” Raph spoke up as Donnie and Leo admired themselves in a shared mirror. Lightly pushing each other to get a better view. Raph huffed and smoothed out the red cardigan he put on for the 50th time “we never wear clothes any other time!” he said.

“Yeah, but,” Mikey slid up next to him, adjusting the snappers tie “it’s to make a good impression! We’re mutants, we gotta do something to make her feel at ease.”

“Her?” Raph asked.

“Oh yeah, I forgot you weren’t in the room,” Donnie spoke up, finally leaving the mirror before the pushing got to violent between the twins. Leo falling over with a yelp at the unexpected movement of the soft-shell “April’s other mom couldn’t make it back home in time. We’re only meeting one of her parents,” Donnie explained, looking relaxed in the suit, as if he could wear it all the time.

“But still!” Leo spoke up, popping up next to his twin as though he hadn’t just fallen “It’ll be nice to meet at least one of her parents,” he said “for a hot second there I thought we’d never meet either of ‘em!” Leo crossed his arms and sat with a happy smile. Also looking comfortable in his clothes.

“I’m just glad we finally have a reason to use these cardigans!” Mikey said, gesturing to his orange one. Raph looked back to the mirror, looking down at the red cardigan. Mikey had taken time to tailor it to Raph’s measurements, it would’ve been a true shame to let it go unused.

“Alright my sons!” Splinter emerged from his room. The boys stared at him, his suit looking dapper, a sight unusual for the boys. He held a brightly wrapped gift in his hands. Clearly spending most of his time on it as the bow on top was complex and beautiful. He grinned “Let’s go!”

--

As the hours had become mere minutes. A dread filled April’s stomach. She’d yet to tell her mom’s the truth about her friends. But she knew if she didn’t do it now she’d be asking for disaster later.

“Mama,” April said, mouth dry as she didn’t really look at her. April’s mama looked from the table she was decorating. Concern following her features as she saw the way her daughter was standing.

“What’s wrong baby?” She moved, stopping her task and put a hand on April’s shoulder. Using the other to move April’s face gently to make April face her. April looked nervous, with a mixture of fear. The type of fear you feel when you believe you’re about to be rejected.

“There’s... something I gotta tell you about my friends.” April said “Before they get here, so you can be ready.” She continued, studying her mama’s facial expression. It was mainly confused.

“What is it? What-” A lightbulb went over her head “Oh! Are they gang members? Is that why you’ve been out all hours of the night because April-”

“No!” April spoke a laugh of disbelief, relaxing a bit. Mama relaxed a bit as well, that was her worst fear. The last thing she would ever wish on her daughter is to be swept in something as dangerous as a gang. Especially with some of the very...  bizarre ones in New York.

“Well, then whatever it is will be alright with me,” Mama said letting go of her daughter. Despite the concern on April’s face, as if there could be something worse in her mind then gang members. Mama smiled reassuringly “You can tell me, I promise it won’t make me think any less of your friends,” she added, wanting to let her daughter have open space to talk about anything.

April opened her mouth, when the doorbell rang.

“Oh! Well speak of the devil’s then,” Mama spoke with a small chuckle, already moving to open the door.

“Wa- wait! Maybe I should get it!” April began to protest. To which Mama simply shook her head as she placed her hand on the doorknob.

“Nonsense April,” Mama said, already opening the door, “I’d love to-” She stopped as her eyes landed on the five mutants in front of her. Recognizing one almost immediately. Eyes wide and mouth agape as she stared at him again for the first time in years.

Splinter couldn’t help but have the same expression. Feeling as though he’d been thrown into the past. Recognizing the woman, her long thick curls draped down her shoulders had light grey hair’s decorated inside them. She didn’t seem as slim as she was all those years ago. But the gentleness was still evident in creases around her eyes.

Her eyes flicked up. Four, there were four turtles. And despite the fact she hadn’t used the information for years. She still was able to identify each one of them with a glance.

A red-eared slider, a box turtle, a soft-shell, and-

“You!” Splinter and Mama said almost at the same time. Mama taking a step back as she pointed to the Snapper.

April finally snapped out of her horror as she had awaited her mama’s response. Becoming confused by the reaction.

“Wait, you know Raph?” She asked walking behind her mama. April’s mama put a hand over her mouth.

“Pop’s... you know her?” Raph asked leaning down, not-so-subtly whispering behind his hand. Having been to young to truly remember the trauma he’d gone through.

“Well, uh, can we at least come inside?” Leo finally said after a beat of silence. Earning an elbow from Donnie “What? She knows Raph! Or pop’s at least...” Leo trailed before realizing something.

“Wait, is she the one you meet when getting Raph back!?” Is what Leo would’ve said, if Mikey hadn’t said it first. April’s eyes went wide with the realization as well. And Donnie and Raph seemed a bit flabbergasted.

“I- uh, come in!” Mama finally snapped, swinging the door right open. There was a lot of explaining to do...

Eventually, everyone had settled. Sitting at the table as the last of the food cooked.

April looked to her mama, awaiting an explanation.

“It was... before you were born. I’d joined this sort of hunting group as a way to make quick cash. They’d needed a turtle and tortoise expert. And I was it.” April’s mama began. Hands on her lap as everyone leaned into the story.

“I didn’t go on many trips. Just a couple, I didn’t know what they did with the animals they caught. I always thought it was a capture and release type of thing. Since I only was really there to examine the capture and take notes before just, being on my way. But..” She took a deep breath “during one mission, they’d actually decided to let me stay from start to finish and...” Mama looked up to Raph with a small smile “that’s where I met you,” she said.

--

“Look what I caught!” A hunter said holding up a small turtle by it’s tail. The group gathered round to get a better look at the creature. But she was the only one who truly took notice of weird things about it. How it held it’s claw like a hand, whimpering in pain as it looked around. With eyes that shone of a bright mind, curious about the world. And unusual, toddler like form.

“Well O’Neil?” A hunter asked, lightly knocking her shoulder. Snapping her out of her study. They lightly gestured with their head to the turtle “what kind is it?”

“Uh,” O’Neil shook her head and took a closer look. Holding the turtle with care, making the other hunters snicker at her compassion. She ignored it as she flipped the turtle on it’s stomach, feeling the sharp edges of it’s shell. She turned it back and opened it’s mouth. Tiny hands pawing at the unwanted intrusion, but she saw the sharp curve of it’s beak. Clearly made for tougher meats. Of course, this one was easy, she probably could’ve guessed if she really wanted to “Ah, Alligator Snapper Turtle... which is unusual for this area.” She said.

It took everything in her not to take it back as a hunter ripped it from her arms like a lifeless doll. Laughing a bit as they put him close to their face, slightly sneering at it.

“Really now? Why don’t we cage this lil’ fella and sell ‘em?” They said lightly tossing him from arm to arm. The snapper letting out whines and distressed whimpers. O’Neil was in to much shock at the action to move to action as the others around her laughed.

Until the hunter let out a pained scream. Dropping the snapper with a slur of curses. Backing away as bit. The snapper had begun to get up and try and run. O’Neil noted, that it was on two feet and not all four, before someone else crushed him under their foot.

“That- that fucker bit off my finger!” The hunter screamed in horror as another went to grab the med kit from one of the tents. O’Neil’s eyes widened as she saw the little turtle spit it from his mouth, clearly in distaste.

It was after that O’Neil still had to watch them throw him in cage. But, he drew blood, heck he almost at a whole finger. They couldn’t release him back into the wild. Not with the taste of human blood now his system.

It took two more days for O’Neil to properly realize that it was simply self-defense. With no more incidents occurring, and the snapper unable to eat anything raw without immediately spitting it back out. The poor sucker was starving.

“Maybe he’ll eat the jerky,” O’Neil made the mistake of commenting it aloud as she watched poor turtle suffer in his cage. Whimpering out in hunger, sitting in the corner every time another human would walk by.

“Aww, what’s the matter little guy? Ya hungry?” The hunter he’d bit a few days ago spit out. Clearly begin sarcastic as he threw a piece of jerky out of the cages reach. Still, the naive snapper had went after it. Trying to paw at it from inside the cage.

The laughter surrounding her was sickening. It made her want to cover her ears and shout at them to stop. But she couldn’t. Instead she used her foot to nudge the jerky within reach.

Waiting a few minutes before dumping her bag inside the cage. She didn’t like the jerky that much anyways. She couldn’t help but watch with a smile as the snapper filled his stomach. A satisfied churr coming from him as he smiled back up at her.

That was it, she had to get him out of here.

Under the cover of the evening. She’d volunteered to do night patrols, in case something or someone tried to invade the camp. A shudder crawled through her spine at the idea. What could they’ve been doing to make other people come after them?

Still, once she was sure everyone was asleep. She went to the cage, crouching down in front of it. Relieved to see the Snapper crawl towards her instead of away. This would make it much easier. And despite the darkness, she could see his eyes. Shining with child-like joy and wonder.

“You’re not like the others are you little guy?” She cooed, trying to be as gentle as possible to not startle him. The snapper churred in response, curious but cautious. He understood her. She couldn’t help but smile wider.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so. I’ve seen snappers before and you don’t really look it,” She continued, before letting out an awkward chuckle. He did sort of look like a snapper, that’s why she was able to identify him in the first place “I mean,” she corrected herself “you do kinda, but not really if you get what I mean.”

A confused churr, but he leaned against the door of the cage. Silently asking to be let out.

“Yeah... sorry,” she said, opening the cage door. The snapper immediately went into her arms. Snuggling into the warmth and safety of them. The moon finally coming out from behind the clouds for her to see him properly.

Perfect, now was the time to-

As she’d turned to run off, she saw a rat. A large rat, wearing a worn down robe and looking as though he hadn’t slept in days. She couldn’t do much of anything beside stare. And the creature stared back.

The Snapper began to chrip happily, seeming to recognize the thing in front of her. She kept him balanced, still afraid of handing him off to someone. Within four days, it seemed she’d adopted the snapper.

But when the rat gently lifted his arms. Staring at the snapper with adoration and worry and hope. Hands shaking just a bit as though he could will him into his arms. O’Neil knew she was defeated.

She relented the child. With slow movements as to not scare either of them. The rat took him quickly and carefully. Hugging him like his own son, quietly sobbing with shoulder shaking violently. Oh dear, how long had he been looking for the kid?

“Go,” her voice was much hoarser then she would’ve liked, but there was no time for her to care. The rat looked to her, as if he completely forgot he was there to begin with. She couldn’t help but glance at the tents, afraid of waking up the others was lighting in her skin “if you want to get out of here with him now. You need to go,” she whispered. The rat nodded and with no words. Rushed off, leaves in the up kick at his unexpected speed.

She relaxed, until she heard a branch snap.

“O’Neil?” A hunter spoke up, clearly groggy from begin so easily awakened “Is that you making a racket?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she tried to sound as confident as possible. Not wanting to raise suspicion and make them aware of their escapee sooner then necessary “just go back to sleep, thought I heard something but I was wrong.”

She stood frozen in place. Waiting for a response. Before relaxing after a beat or so.

--

“Wait! What happened after!?” Mikey asked excitedly, immersed in the story. She couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his enthusiasm.

“Oh, I quit. A month later we got you,” She booped her daughters noise. Making April giggle a bit and shy away. Mama sighed and leaned back against her chair. More at ease with the story out there.

“I always thought you guys ran far away from here,” she commented looking to Splinter “I’m surprised to see you’ve stayed, and gained three more turtles in the process.”

With that, the timer beeped. And everyone helped move the food for them to dig into.

--

I hope this one’s good! I feel kinda iffy about the ending but it seems like a good place to end it. I had fun playing more with this concept! I’d like to think the guys and April’s history went deeper then even they realized. (I kinda like doing that with ALL my characters, it’s so much fun to interweave them!)

This was a lot of fun! Thank you for sending me the ask!!

[gumnut-logic]

😊 For the asks 😊 1, 9, 10, 23 & 38

Also for @purfectpurple

Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

My favourite character

Someone who cares about him alot

A little hurt with a lot of comfort

Lots of emotion

A dash of action/adventure often with a twist to keep me interested

Maybe a spark of an original idea or a concept to explore

A happy ending :D

Which fic has been the hardest to write? 

They’re all different.

Flannel was challenging from an emotional perspective and the fact I was writing it on the fly.

We’ll Be Home For Christmas was a marathon research trip on a boat, but it was so much fun. Tying it up in the end was hard.

The Tattoo was a Jeff wrangler. Caught between turning him into a dictator monster and trying to illustrate him as the scared parent he was. Also? The plot was full of holes ::headdesk:: Just keep reading. No gaping holes to see here :D

I spent the length of Gentle Rain arguing with Scott. He is one stubborn little shit.

Lumberjack came to a screeching halt simply because I wrote myself into killing Alan ::cries:: and then found I couldn’t do it. Nooooooo!

Oh, I could go on forever. They each had their challenges. The worst is one fic that I refuse to read again due to a response I got from it after it was finished that freaked me out big time. I won’t go there again.

Which fic has been the easiest to write? 

Again, they are all different, but I have to say one of my favourites is The Splinter and I also like Bad Days.

Talk about a review that made your day. 

You know who you are and you are amazing :D

I have no words. I was reading this and all through the story I really had no words. What you wrote is more than beautiful, it was heartwretching and emotional and- gosh I better a vocabulary I really don't know what to say! This moved me so much, it really touched my heart. And the way you described Virgil's music had me in tears, and I really felt like I understood what he was feeling. And when it ended in Five, Four, Three, Two, One I started crying all over again. I love how you cut away to each of the family members in turn, and then at the end they all came together. The Tracy family has such an exceptional bond and you wrote it perfectly here. Absolutely wonderful job, this is going on my favorites lost and this definitely won't be the last time I read it.

I showed this to my workmates. It was on one of my earliest fics in this fandom, I was a newbie, and it was amazing. It really touched me.

Also this one

okay so i've been meaning to comment on this for WEEKS now! i was kinda wary tbh bc i don't usually read stuff with ocs, and i've always headcannoned virgil as queer so virgil/kayo isn't usually my thing BUT oh wow. you/this fic/everything you write is just exceptional and brings me so much joy. i've never fallen in love with any oc as much as with em harris, the way you've written her is so amazing and real and beautiful. and virgil and kayo's relationship??? you've made me a believer, i'm in love with it, it's gorgeously written. everything about this fic is gold and you are a phenomenal writer. take care xoxo 

I was feeling like crud in the middle of the night when I received this while still writing that fic. A great comment just has so much power. It boosted my spirit so much.

These are just two examples. I have received many wonderful words from this amazing fandom. You have supported me every step of the way. I could not have done what I have done without you all. You keep me focussed and as sane as I can be. I am continually shocked at how much encouragement and care is in this fandom. Thank you so much for helping me to write 150 fanfics.

Nutty

::hugs you lots::

[chickencrackerlover]

Here’s a little thing I wrote

So I’ve always liked to pretend cryptids are real. Like when I’m driving home I like to look around for things, and when the moon is full I start thinking about taking a stroll and hoping I bump into something. That being said whatever I found would probably try to ROCK my ass so I wrote this about a girl encountering Sasquatch.

“She coughed violently attempting to breathe in. The deep cut in her thigh ached as she wobbled onto her knees trying to regain composure. The blatant concussion she started to feel certainly wasn't helping to achieve that. As she looked up, a figure rose from it's crouched position. It huffed and twitched, preparing itself to strike again.  It was an animal, but not a bear. It was standing upright, but surely it wasn't human. Mariana squinted, her eyes focusing in and out on the darkness, simply trying to process the situation. If it wants to eat her and she ran, it would catch up within seconds. If it just didn't like her and she played dead, she wouldn't be left there. It would kill her immediately. Her body throbbed mostly from adrenaline, but the pain from her wounds would start to kick in soon, leaving her unable to fight or flee. She needed to make a decision now. With no idea of what would happen, she took in a deep breath,"God, please help me." She said before taking off to the right of the silhouette. She could see it jump from her sudden movement as she flew by faster than it thought she would. Mariana focused on the ground beneath as well as ahead of her. If she tripped or ran into a tree, it was over for sure, she thought. So through a few winces from bramble bushes scraping her splinter-filled arms as well as a couple near misses with low hanging tree branches, she sprinted towards what looked like a clearing. The forest sounded quiet. Not even cicadas sang during a situation like this. Mariana couldn't hear anything but the thump of her shoes against the leaves, but that didn't reassure her into slowing down.”

i actually wrote this on a spare sheet of paper at work. I left it there while I went to the bathroom bc my coworker wasn’t supposed to come in for another hour. When I came back, he was standing there and without missing a beat said,” Yeah your grammar sucks and this whole thing doesn’t make any sense?? Where did the thing about the bear come from?? You didn’t give any context. It’s just... yeah it’s bad.” and made me feel like crap :/ I know it’s not the best, but I’m really self conscious about my writing already, so I did not want to hear him say that when I didn’t even ask him to read it.

Anyways I still kinda wanted to keep it and maybe touch it up sometime so I’m just gonna post it. If you think it’s okay, give it a like :) I’d like to get this blog to the point where people actually see it haha.

[paris-geller-was-straightwashed]

writing a 30k-50k tua hargreeves siblings road trip fic is an aMAZING IDEA WHY WOULD WE STOP YOU

I hardly get asks but aahhh! thanks so much, I appreciate the support! even if I asked to be talked out of it LOL

I’m just already trying to work on so many other fics (including a prompt I got around this time /last year/ that I haven’t finished bc I’m a terrible person), and I know, knowing me, who’s wordy as all hell and works at the pace of a turtle, it’s going to take Seven Millions Years to finish.

but I do love the idea so much. the seven siblings finally break free from Asshole Dad(tm) at 18 to go Traverse across america - they stop at all sorts of different sight seeing spots/attractions, get into antics, have fun for the first time in their lives, and of course, have lots of Sibling Bonding. for me, its a fun way to not only do some character analysis, but see what’d be like for all the siblings to have the chance of instead of splintering apart, to come together.

but whATEVER I’ll stop talking about it bc who knows if I’ll do it :P (although asks/comments like this would fuel me to do it more if anyone (else) is interested LOL)

(also, shameless plug - if anybody doesn’t already know, I have written some for tua; I wrote about the sisters’ relationship here and here, and then forever ago I wrote like a 17k childhood friends to lovers fic for vanya)

[hamnickels]

tagged by @that-fandom-stuck-in-your-head <3 I’m kinda sick and trying not to die but this is kinda fun so 

1.     Name: Hannah

2.     Nickname: never really had one that stuck- a lot of fictional characters in high school and my floor in college called me shit bitch for a bit but thank god that didn’t last 

3.     Zodiac Sign: Gemini

4.     Height: 5’8.5”, but i like to round up to 5′9″ so i can be 69 inches

5.     Languages: English and that’s pretty much it- i’m terrible at languages. I could maybe read french though?

6.     Nationality: American

7.     Favorite season: fall

8.     Favorite flower: i’m not huge on like bouquets of flowers tbh but i like sunflowers 

9.     Favorite scent: anything vanilla usually

10.  Favorite color: i always say green or purple- i do really like blue but i resent that everyone’s favorite color is blue

11.  Favorite animal: horses

12.  Favorite fictional character: ahhh how can i pick one? Will and Jem from mortal instruments come to mind? also percy jackson is like my og 

13.  Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: i love hot chocolate, not a fan of the other two unless it’s this tea that tastes like a fruit snack that one of my friends has

14.  Average hours of sleep: recently probably around 5 rip, but i’ve been trying to go to bed earlier

15.  Dog or cat person: i love both but probably dogs

16.  Number of blankets you sleep with: 1 or 2 usually depending on weather

17.  Dream trip: I’d love to go anywhere in europe because then you can take a day trip and visit another country- france in particular sounds amazing, however i don’t think any place can beat how much i want to visit iceland and i’m not even sure where that came from 

18.  Blog established: oh... no idea i do not remember that, but definitely in high school so sometime after 2015? 

19.  Follower count: 153

20.  Random fact: i have a fraternal twin, which i always thought was funny bc the symbol for gemini is twins and i am one, idk kinda fun

also another not so fun fact: found out today I have to get surgery to get a splinter out of my hand bc nothing else can get it out so that’s real wild

@timeofmxgic if you want? (sorry i’m not tagging 20 people that’s too hard)

[kitlcuis]

[ mitch grassi, demiboy, flexible pronouns, 20 ] SEDATED by HOZIER? whenever i hear that song, it reminds me of CHRISTOPHER 'KIT' LOUIS. maybe because they’re ETHEREAL but also ABSTRACTED. they’ve been living at mulberry apartments since SEPTEMBER of 2018 in APARTMENT 203 and have 1 ROOMMATE.

tws – substance use/abuse, toxic relationships, & v brief mention of homophobia

here is darling kit. he’s slightly more of a mess than his sweet little face may give off and i hope you accept a bit of chaos here because… kit does not come quietly! anyways!! also this is a lot longer than i intended so skip to the bottom if you’d like a SUMMARY

hails from one of the northern states on the west coast. he grew up in a strict religious household which felt stifling and limiting from as early as age 4 when he had to wear a bowtie to easter mass when he wanted to wear one of the cute flowery bonnets the girls got to wear

christopher had a very rigid childhood for this reason. his family lived comfortably but it was only perfect on the surface. underneath the glamour of the picturesque family unit there were cracks – splintering shards that would eventually drive a wedge between the louis parents and their only child

kit knew pretty early on that he wasn’t straight – ironically enough, getting the idea from all the anti-gay rhetoric from the church. it gave him the keywords he needed to uncover things like homosexuality and genderfluidity. he also knew to keep it quiet and kept himself securely closeted

figured it was meant to be a secret – kind of like the secret affair his father was having! or the secret gambling problem his mother was so desperate to hide and blamed on faulty record keeping!

basically, the crux of kit’s childhood is that it sucked and he never felt like he got to be a kid. he was smothered.

kit’s first breaking point came at a young age. he had a childhood friend from church who he had gotten super close to. this friend was very whimsical and sweet – flamboyant some would say but hey! they were children!!! kit was very amazed by this friend’s ability to just BE HIMSELF!

his parents, however, were less amazed and especially as the two grew to be preteens and stayed just as close (maybe even sharing an innocent kiss as friends), they got more and more concerned. so concerned, in fact, that eventually, they insisted kit end the friendship. it was devastating, especially since this friend had been teaching kit so much about self expression and confidence and just :’(

but he listened and buried his anger, saving it for only a few short years later when it would all come to a head.

kit had his first “real” romantic kiss at age 14. the boy was older and cooler and kit knew he couldn’t go back into the closet after that. he brought that boy home a few more times, half hoping to get caught just so he wouldn’t have to come out. eventually things fizzled out but kit had had a taste and now he wanted MORE

more boys made their rounds through the louis residence and it wasn’t until kit was doing a little more than kissing that he was finally caught. it was as bad as he’d expected, the shouting match. what he HADN’T expected, though, was the ultimatum. stop this ‘gay business’ or move out. he was only a teen still? couldn’t they even do that, legally?

luckily – or unluckily as it would be – kit had met someone older who had a place of his own in california and he offered to let kit come and stay with him. they’d start dating and kit would even say this was his first love.

it wasn’t some fairytale though – it never was. showing his love for his new beau became sexual extremely fast and would start including doing favors for his friends and coworkers too. kit let it happen because at least he was free of his parents and living with someone who loved him

he put up with three years of increasingly toxic conditions in his relationship with his boyfriend essentially capitalizing on his willingness to please, not knowing that would soon run out.

if you stifle kit too completely, he breaks and that’s what happened.

one day, he snapped, he took his things and left. he was completely homeless and streetbound but he was living life according to his own choices for once and it came with a kind of thrill that kept kit motivated!

he turned to sex work of his own volition, finding it as a stable way of making money, despite the dangers involved. it was all he felt he was qualified for and he was good at it. without need of any authority over him, he made decent money at it and started skulking around seedy bars in the outer LA area for men who would take him home for a good time

that’s where he met his now-boyfriend, julian. before julian, kit would’ve sworn he’d never find someone, never get a crush, never fall in love. one night and kit was questioning everything. a few more and he was hooked harder than any drug could ever get him.

eventually, though, him and julian did fall in love and they’ve been dating ever since. he stopped his sex work entirely & the drugs julian enjoyed slowly became a part of their time together and that’s still very true today. they’re kind of as dependent on it as they are on each other.

kit knows most things about julian’s past and julian knows most things about kit’s past. they’re kindred spirits, both getting their starts way too young and both finding hardships along the way. kit has never smiled as much, laughed as much or loved as much as he has since finding julian so while jules will swear up and down that he’s ruined kit forever by getting him hooked on all kinds of substances, kit thinks julian’s saved his life

they were following one of kit’s elated impulses and taking a road trip from coast to coast and back again on all the money they had left in this run down little jeep station wagon thing when it broke down in north carolina

they got it up and running enough to make their way up to baltimore but then the jeep gave up completely. they sold it for parts and that + julian’s drug money was enough to pay a deposit on an apartment of their own

so now they’re here!!

they’re living on the bare minimum / mattress on the floor type of struggling but they are in love and that’s what matters right? 

SUMMARY – a rough childhood and an even rougher teendom eventually led to one toxic ex boyfriend and a life on the streets. kit found renewed purpose with his now-boyfriend julian who also happened to turn him into a gleeful little druggie along the way. living with no money but a whole lot of love. okay now

PERSONALITY – enigmatic might be a good way to describe kit. he’s fidgety and easily startled, a very frail little thing. he’s off in his own head a lot of the time and he genuinely has a hard time focusing on things. VERY guarded in that you won’t get a peep out of him and his personal life unless you want to talk about his boyfriend who he’ll wax poetic about for hours if you let him. otherwise, he’s social and chatty but about nothing of substance, flirty but with no intention of following through and impulsive to a fault. he’ll make you think you’re his best friend for the evening but not remember you in the morning. only those super close to him get to see a sweet vulnerable side to kit, the rest see this feigned alluring aura and nothing more

PLOTS

party friends – a MUST

some loose circle of friends in general for him and julian!

a good influence ( gonna be a song connection eventually )

protective friends ( though misguided bc he won’t really listen )

smoking buddies

honestly i think it’d be funny if someone didn’t like him bc he flirted with their boyfriend

and alternatively, the boyfriend he flirted with

someone with an instant crush / love at first sight bond with the very taken kit

someone who can develop into his best friend

aaaaaand people him nd julian kinda corrupt. they’re a chaotic force as a duo so rip

oh ig eventually he’s gonna try to make cash the only way he knows how so thats… a possibility

if YOU have any ideas, lemme know!

[illuminction-blog]

*  mitch grassi, age 21, he/they  | oh, them? that’s christopher ‘kit’ louis. they’ve lived in carina bay for, like, one week. last time i spoke to them they were unemployed, and if i remember correctly, they’re a gemini. seeing them around always makes me think of tattered sleeves pulled down over shaking hands, a coquettish cheshire cat’s grin, a mattress on the floor of an empty room with constellations of fairy lights strung overhead.

tws -- substance use/abuse, toxic relationships, & v brief mention of homophobia

four muses... what am i doin’ falling a little too in love with carina + writing intros, i guess??  but here is darling kit. he’s slightly more of a mess than his sweet little face may give off and i hope you accept a bit of chaos here in the sleepy town of carina bay because... kit does not come quietly! anyways!! also this is a lot longer than i intended so skip to the bottom if you’d like a SUMMARY

hails from one of the northern states on the west coast. he grew up in a strict religious household which felt stifling and limiting from as early as age 4 when he had to wear a bowtie to easter mass when he wanted to wear one of the cute flowery bonnets the girls got to wear

christopher had a very rigid childhood for this reason. his family lived comfortably but it was only perfect on the surface. underneath the glamour of the picturesque family unit there were cracks -- splintering shards that would eventually drive a wedge between the louis parents and their only child

kit knew pretty early on that he wasn’t straight -- ironically enough, getting the idea from all the anti-gay rhetoric from the church. it gave him the keywords he needed to uncover things like homosexuality and genderfluidity. he also knew to keep it quiet and kept himself securely closeted

figured it was meant to be a secret -- kind of like the secret affair his father was having! or the secret gambling problem his mother was so desperate to hide and blamed on faulty record keeping!

basically, the crux of kit’s childhood is that it sucked and he never felt like he got to be a kid. he was smothered. 

kit’s first breaking point came at a young age. he had a childhood friend from church who he had gotten super close to. this friend was very whimsical and sweet -- flamboyant some would say but hey! they were children!!! kit was very amazed by this friend’s ability to just BE HIMSELF! 

his parents, however, were less amazed and especially as the two grew to be preteens and stayed just as close, they got more and more concerned. so concerned, in fact, that eventually, they insisted kit end the friendship. it was devastating, especially since this friend had been teaching kit so much about self expression and confidence and just :’(

but he listened and buried his anger, saving it for only a few short years later when it would all come to a head.

kit had his first kiss at age 14. the boy was older and cooler and kit knew he couldn’t go back into the closet after that. he brought that boy home a few more times, half hoping to get caught just so he wouldn’t have to come out. eventually things fizzled out but kit had had a taste and now he wanted MORE

more boys made their rounds through the louis residence and it wasn’t until kit was doing a little more than kissing that he was finally caught. it was as bad as he’d expected, the shouting match. what he HADN’T expected, though, was the ultimatum. stop this ‘gay business’ or move out. he was only a teen still? couldn’t they even do that, legally?

luckily -- or unluckily as it would be -- kit had met someone older who had a place of his own in california and he offered to let kit come and stay with him. they’d start dating and kit would even say this was his first love. 

it wasn’t some fairytale though -- it never was. showing his love for his new beau became sexual extremely fast and would start including doing favors for his friends and coworkers too. kit let it happen because at least he was free of his parents and living with someone who loved him

he put up with three years of increasingly toxic conditions in his relationship with his boyfriend essentially capitalizing on his willingness to please, not knowing that would soon run out.

if you stifle kit too completely, he breaks and that’s what happened. 

one day, he snapped, he took his things and left. he was completely homeless and streetbound but he was living life according to his own choices for once and it came with a kind of thrill that kept kit motivated!

he turned to sex work of his own volition, finding it as a stable way of making money, despite the dangers involved. it was all he felt he was qualified for and he was good at it. without need of any authority over him, he made decent money at it and started skulking around seedy bars in the outer LA area for men who would take him home for a good time

that’s where he met his now-boyfriend, julian. before julian, kit would’ve sworn he’d never find someone, never get a crush, never fall in love. one night and kit was questioning everything. a few more and he was hooked harder than any drug could ever get him.

eventually, though, him and julian did fall in love and they’ve been dating ever since. he stopped his sex work entirely & drugs slowly became a part of their time together and that’s still very true today. they’re kind of as dependent on it as they are on each other.

kit knows about julian’s past and julian knows about kit’s past. their kindred spirits, both getting their starts way too young and both finding hardships along the way. kit has never smiled as much, laughed as much or loved as much as he has since finding julian so while jules will swear up and down that he’s ruined kit forever by getting him hooked on all kinds of substances, kit thinks julian’s saved his life

they were following one of kit’s elated impulses and taking a road trip from coast to coast and back again on all the money they had left in this run down little jeep station wagon thing when it broke down in carina bay

so now they’re here!! 

SUMMARY -- a rough childhood and an even rougher teendom eventually led to one toxic ex boyfriend and a life on the streets. kit found renewed purpose with his now-boyfriend julian who also happened to turn him into a gleeful little druggie along the way. living with no money but a whole lot of love. okay now

PERSONALITY -- enigmatic might be a good way to describe kit. he’s fidgety and easily startled, a very frail little thing. he’s off in his own head a lot of the time but not in a cutesy daydreamy way (like pip) and more he genuinely has a hard time focusing on things. VERY guarded in that you won’t get a peep out of him and his personal life unless you want to talk about his boyfriend who he’ll wax poetic about for hours if you let him. otherwise, he’s social and chatty but about nothing of substance, flirty but with no intention of following through and impulsive to a fault. he’ll make you think you’re his best friend for the evening but not remember you in the morning. only those super close to him get to see a sweet vulnerable side to kit, the rest see this feigned alluring aura and nothing more

PLOTS 

obviously he’s only been here a week so past plots depend on your muses time on the west coast BUT: 

party friends -- a MUST

some loose circle of friends in general for him and julian! 

a good influence

protective friends ( though misguided bc he won’t really listen ) 

smoking buddies

honestly i think it’d be funny if someone didn’t like him bc he flirted with their boyfriend

and alternatively, the boyfriend he flirted with

someone with an instant crush / love at first sight bond with the very taken kit

someone who can develop into his best friend

wait help them find a crummy apartment someone

aaaaaand people him nd julian kinda corrupt. they’re a chaotic force as a duo so rip

oh ig eventually he’s gonna try to make cash the only way he knows how so thats... a possibility

if YOU have any ideas, lemme know!

[nothingwrongwiththepain]

....Aizawa is struggling

was I the only one who thought they glossed over Aizawa suffering at the end of season 1? 

this is purely suffering between the hand off from Tsu to Mezo. bc wow did he get a beat down. 

900 words ~ 

or read it on ao3

The first thing he's aware of is the hands, gripping him tightly. He has to get away, but even that poorly formed thought is no match for limbs that are simply non responsive.

The world is spinning and spinning and a jolting step treats him to another powerful wave of nausea. But the hurts are inconsistent with a beating, the ground sliding under his dragging feet is too constant a motion.

Someone is moving him. In almost any other case, that's not a bad thing, considering the fight he was losing. But right now - right now being jostled and pulled who knows how much further - is more than he can take.

"Stop."

The word is costly, Aizawa has to add the possibility of a dislocated jaw below concussion and above the obviously broken nose and two black eyes he can already name.

Sliding off someone's shoulder - the trip isn't long, they aren't very tall - is an all call to every single hurt he collected in the past half hour.

Vision isn't deemed a necessity, his gradual connection with the underfoot concrete is stolen by a white black flash. Blinking the interruption away takes too long, his eyelids are sticky.

He can't see for shit, but he can tell right away his goggles are gone. It's a concern, one that doesn't belong amidst the back drop of incredibly painful injuries making themselves known. Still, a worry he clings to for the better part of three seconds as the rest of him alights with new and inventive definitions of pain.

Breathing is the first problem, he can't move his jaw to spit properly, the blood collecting in his mouth slides unpleasantly down the back of his throat.

Swallowing does little to improve the situation, throat working and waking the overextend muscles in his neck. But he can breathe.

Which sets off the next series of symptoms, this time the familiar slash of broken ribs and bruised abdomen as his chest rises and falls. He tries to compensate with shallower breaths, which sets off a series of pathetic coughs.

Tension runs down his spine and for the briefest of seconds, whatever the fuck has been done to his arms threatens to burst past the dead buzzing that's settled over them since he woke.

Threatens, but doesn't break through, and Aizawa is frankly quite alright with this whole 'going into shock' business. Fresh memories dripping with the pressure, click and crunch of the thin bones in his arm have taken a seat within arms reach, kicking at the floor. Aizawa pushes them away with the faint hope he won't remember any of this. But then he's never been that lucky.

Instead he tries to focus on the blurry face leaning over him, the faint sensation of careful fingers pushing strands of hair from his eyes. He should say something, or at least give some sign he's alive.

Aizawa attempts to clear his throat, but swallowing a third mouthful of blood is the last straw for his gag reflex and instead, he's faced with the absolute certainty he is about to throw up. While lying on his back.

Rolling onto either arm isn't a thought he'd like to entertain, thankfully any wherewithal for anticipation seems to have faded with his ability to string words together. Every splintered, cracked and broken bone, from his wrist to his shoulder to his ribcage alight in a network of pain as Aizawa tries force his body to turn.

He chokes on a whimper instead, system in full revolt at the newest abuse. Fortunately whoever was carrying him clues in when he jerks again, hot spit leaking from the corners of his mouth. They take a firm hold of his shoulders and tip him sideways just as his much abused stomach forcefully begins to empty its contents.

There isn't a good deal in his stomach to throw up. Aizawa, despite Hizashi’s endless complaints, hasn't had more than coffee for breakfast in years.

Vomiting is bad for his everything. If coughing hurt, the near full body convulsions as bile crawls up his throat is agony on his stomach, his ribs, the nails drilling in his neck: the dislocated jaw has him reconsidering the merits - if any - of consciousness.

And yet. The slightest of inklings that passing out while gagging on stomach acid with a nose clogged with blood might be a bad idea keeps him grappling for awareness.

Making the decision doesn't make it any easier. Pulling air into his lungs between heaves is a trial, then another, and another. Dizzy spots from earlier are right back where they started, making home improvements at the edges of his vision. Fuck.

After a short age has passed and time has gone a bit wonky, Aizawa can finally, finally fall into a irregular pattern of uneven panting. Its terribly, incredibly uncomfortable and a million times better than throwing up.

What happens after that does melt and blur into a vague collection of events, the pounding in his head doesn't make room for much beside muffled questions and thrown off balance whenever he's moved from one spot to the next.

He needs to know if his class is safe, if anyone got hurt. He needs to know and that knowledge is a luxury not afforded to a barely conscious victim - the last sensation he registers is an oxygen mask pressing gently against his cheeks and again, a hand brushing his bangs to the side.