#handling it like a champ

[foxsoulart]

Blorbo for Mystic Summons au, takes place after Leo loses his arm.

Leo opened his eyes, half-lidded and drowsy still. The world spun in a kaleidescope of blurred colors and shapes. He scrunched his eyes shut, tensed, and willed it to go away. It did. Gradually. Once the spinning and subsequent nausau stopped, Leo reopened his eyes and settled into his body. The crinkle of sheets under him and the shift of a blanket when he moved told him he was in a bed. Not his though if the scent and color choice said anything. Which it didn't literally but still.

The dimmed lighting either meant it was night or someone was worried about waking him.

Tilting his head to look on either side of him felt like a momentous task. Muscles aching in tandem with his brain fog. Geez, what did I do before this? Run a marathon or six? I am so tired.

To his left was the rest of the room. Which if his eyes would focus he could tell what that was, but alas, it wasn't meant to be.

To the right was the door. And a slumbering figure in a chair that looked like it was dragged in from another room. Because, wow, that does not match the decor in here that I can see at all. I hope it is not normally in here. Otherwise I'm gonna need to have a talk with somebody.

After straining to pick out details with his still unfocused eyes for far too long, Leo gave up and closed his eyes with a sigh. Letting his head flop back onto the pillow with a thump. The motion jolted awake the guy in the, absolutely hideous, chair.

A grey sweatshirt over baggy worn blue jeans, long black hair pulled in a messy half pony, and startingly blue eyes.

Ah, I know this guy. Casey.

"Still a walking self-care disaster." Leo mumbled outloud, potentionaly unintentional.

Casey heard but elected to ignore that comment. He instead slipped around the end of the bed and checked Leo's pulse using his left wrist. Comparing and counting with a watch he was wearing.

The yokai scrunched his brow in confusion.

"Dude, you could have just done that with my right. Less work."

He lifted his right to wave it around to prove his point. Or tried to anyway.

He was met with the sensation of.....nothing. He felt his shoulder move, but nothing after that. Feeling just.....ended. Leo's beak twisted in further confusion, his mind on the brink, the precipice of remembering something important, of clearing his fuzzy head.

Casey was saying something but Leo wasn't paying attention, too preoccupied with the mystery of why his right arm wasn't responding. He turned his head and lifted it to see better, ignoring his body's aching protests. What he saw...was nothing. A small bit swathed in white bandages extended a little past his shoulder. But that was it. His arm just ended. It wasn't there.

What. Why isn't...

Then the brain fog cleared and let the memories come crashing back in.

The glint of metal, the all consuming burning pain, a horned face cruel and cold.

Horrible re-realization and panic pulled him into a sitting position, lurching up. His left arm held onto his shoulder, feeling the absence of that arm. He hunched forward, eyes blown wide, pupils pinpricks, his breathing shook and convulsed in his chest. Tears fell unbidden. He leaned forward pulling his knees up to grind his forhead on. His whole body tensed, fingers and toes curling in, then released inone long shuddering breath.

"I'm never going to see a triceratops the same again, am I?"

".....No." Casey said, remorseful. The experience had already been ruined for him, but it must be 10x worse for Leo and his brothers.

".....Cool." It wasn't. "My favorite was brachiosaurus anyway." Leo tried to joke. Emphasis on tried.

He really needed a better coping mechanism. But laughter was supposed to be the best medicine right? Too bad his laughter died deep in his chest. And dang, the tears just wouldn't stop. No matter how hard he tried. So he dropped his resistance and let them flow. He just lost his entire freaking arm, facade be damned.

This felt better that holding it back anyway.

Leo was a quiet cryer, quieter that even Donnie(who wasn't as quiet as he thought himself) He didn't sob loudly, it was just silent anguish. Over time his brothers figured this out and learned how to tell. Leo would say he preffered to cry alone if it wasn't a lie, he absolutely hated it. It was just so hard to take that first step. Once he started, moving anywhere by himself was out of the question; he just couldn't.

Leo had curled further into himself. The solitary arm hugging his knees to his chest had him crying harder.

Now a Leo from another time might be thinking himself selfish for crying over his arm before making sure his brothers were okay; but those same brothers had drilled into his brain (and their own) that if no one was dying right that second, to take care of himself first. They were all still working on that, but they were working on it.

Casey was panicing.

"Um, it's okay. I'll uh I'll go get your brothers? Would that help?" I have no idea what I'm doing.

Every action was faltering, not sure what would help or make it worse. He moved toward the door, deciding to find someone else who would know what to do, at least more than he did.

Leo noticed Casey leaving and was clutched by fear, he hated crying alone.

"Don't leave!" was choked out past his tears in desperation.

The utter and absolute panic in the slider's eyes told Casey that the best course of action would be to stay. So he did. His hand lifting off the doorknob to hang awkwardly at his side. Casey came back around to sit back down in the chair Leo had first seen him in.

"I won't." He promised.

Leo sagged in relief. Silence only broken by shuddering breathes settled over the room. Surprisingly the atmosphere was not negative.

Casey was still uncertain if he should be doing something more, so he fidgeted nervously. Carefully studying Leo when he sat back up, wiping away his remaining tears with his remaining hand, sniffling.

"Do you....um.....do you want a hug?"

For Casey a hug always made him feel better after crying.

Leo looked surprised by the offer but recovered quickly, smiling softly and shy. "Sure, I'd love one."

Casey stood and leaned over, wrapping his arms around Leo. He gave his best, most comforting hug he could, mindful of Leo's injuries.

It reminded Leo of Raph's hugs. Of a big brother. Of warmth and safety. It wasn't nearly as crushing and all-encompassing, but it was still absolutely amazing and exactly what he needed.

[astral-veil]

Not all clones are technically the same part 2 featuring the bad batch part 1

[cupidsncheerios]

i don’t get how everyone talks about “possessive jayce” and “obsessive jayce” and uses the post hexyoghurt breakup scene as proof when like. jayce had the most NORMAL reaction to that shit

respectfully guys he almost got assassinated like a week ago and just found out that his nonconsensual necromancy WORKED and now his boyfriend is back from the grave and taller and purpler, what do you expect him to say when said freshly-not-dead boyfriend immediately dumps him?

“oh i’m sorry you feel that way, viktor. i treasured our time together and i hope the same goes for you too. would you like me to get your belongings from my apartment before you ride off into the distance with your purple asscheeks hanging out?”

[peace-hunter]

op: "i really don't mind-" zeta: "Do Not enable him"

sort of a sequel to this? a lot of people really wanted op to get a hug and i support that. so does prima. zeta isn't really against it, he just wishes prima would at least try to stick to the schedule for primus' sake-

haunted au

[itsalmostavengers]

I just think that personally if I hero-worshipped someone from early childhood up to a rather questionably late point in my adult life and then, upon becoming a superhero myself, I met the man I’d looked up to for so long - the one who was marketed as the golden boy, America’s sweetheart, society’s moral compass - and he quite clearly disliked me from the get go I’d go incredibly insane. Personally.

[blueorchidskull]

Day 1: Magic!

Sometimes I wonder if Maxwell realizes how lucky he is to not worry about sanity as much

[aurosoulart]

made one of my old VR artworks into an AR painting 🖌🎨✨

[murasaki-cha]

Does it ever drive Just how fast the

you crazy night changes

[justinherbertobsessed]

Happy (& Animated) Herbo Strikes Again 😆

[lightningthunderstorm]

Continuing the thought from my previous post. This one is a bit of a stretch and prob insane but just have to put it out of my head.

The idea of including Ultra Magnus into the Wreckers team of TFP (initially just Bulkhead, Wheeljack and Miko) would have been beneficial for Miko as a character, as he introduces something although not new, but in a more effective way than previously done: a clear chain of command and an actual authoritative figurehead.

Bulkhead despite being her official Autobot guardian, could not tell her what to do. Nobody could really but as her assigned guardian, shits get worse with him. Sure she would listen in desperate situation calls for, but more often than not, he has little control over her actions. He acts similar to a protector, who looks for her back rather than a guide.

Wheeljack is clearly her enabler. His tendency for acting spontaneous and chaotic plays well with her thrill for action, he considers her a full blown partner although she is a human teenager, and she could have been crushed with a simple step or blown apart by a blast shot when spying inside that cape in ss2 ep 16 (its ep 16 not 17).

Most of the time the Bots avoid needing the kids’ physical involvement unless absolute necessary or there are some sorts of guarantied backup. That spying part had none of those, and let’s say it’s straight up a bless for Wheeljack that the others did not know about it.

So introducing himself as the commanding officer, Ultra Magnus basically turns their relationship into something professional, and creating a somewhat distance between him and the others.

Yes it was discussed in the series as a bad thing, but maintaining a professional realtionship could have done wonders for Miko, because this is not another alien friend like Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Bee or even Arcee, this is an military officer, closer to how Optimus is to them with a mix of Fowler, but even more distant and professional. By putting himself on a higher pedestal, Magnus has a better chance (emphasis on chance, let’s be real and not delulu) to tell her what to do, and with the fact that she later received the Apex Armor and could fight in the frontline, she absolutely needs a better guidance in battle strategy than “go apeshit crazy”.

Although having no regard for authority, Miko does respect people who earns it and will listen to them if necessary. Basically if you let her walk all over you, she will but if you assert your authority while still respect her as an individual, she will take you seriously.

TLDR I’m telling you he acts best as her drill sergeant/ teacher because with him everyone will be treated all the same as soldiers, so equal right equal fight whether you are a bot or human.

[ghost-bxrd]

You mentioned that Fae Dick doesn't allow anyone near Jason while he is healing. How does Bruce handle his son being alive again, only for his other son not to allow him near? What does it take for Fae Dick to allow Bruce near the newly resurrected Jason?

Predictably, Bruce does NOT handle it very well.

For one, Dick squirreled Jason away into his own rooms and refuses to let anyone inside on the threat of being chased outside manor grounds by a murder of crows. Only regular meals by Alfred are accepted, and even he is only allowed a few supervised minutes in Jason’s presence before Dick grows antsy and shuts the door in his face.

Bruce is… both concerned and reluctantly hopeful. But mostly he’s his usual pessimistic self and assumes that Jason is an impostor trying to trap Dick in a deal, or attempting to gain a foothold in the batfamily looking like his dead son.

Dick is very much aware of Bruce’s distrust and apprehension which is about ninety percent of the reason he doesn’t allow anyone near Jason. He refuses to have anybody probe and prod at his alive baby brother. Bruce can grow screw himself. Dick doesn’t know how— and he doesn’t care— but Jason is alive. And he’d rather eat iron than make him doubt his place in the family ever again. (Dick has not forgiven Bruce for not believing Jason about Garzonas. Neither has Bruce, but that’s beside the point.)

So yeah, Dick has Jason safely squirreled away and is doting on him like a mother hen, feeding him fae magic and healing the damage to his body one by one.

Bruce only has a chance of meeting Jason if he can let go of his mistrust long enough to let himself believe that’s truly his dead son come back to life. Otherwise Dick will not allow him anywhere near Jason.

[vera-vera-vera-lynn]

hot take but I feel like Suzie, to this season, while having gotten the Jinkx/Dela edit; also had what Katya got going on on hers (especially AS2), more particularly on how they'd won over the crowd

[hstayafanart]

I take meds that reduce my alcohol tolerance to below zero. Sometimes alcohol makes me anxious.

2 glasses of brandy + anxiety = Hstaya drunkenly but successfully working through said anxiety by drawing.

And now I am snort-giggling at Cross for some reason. So I am cursing all of you with these. Have fun.

[jimstares]

Personal so I'm putting it under the cut, please feel free to skip

So the Lovely & Talented Mrs. Jimstares is in the hospital. Serious enough, but fortunately not life threatening. I'm pretty sure I've always known this, but this episode brings it into stark focus, I do not function well without her. Yes, we're apart for weeks at a time, but we're always just a phone call / text away. This is different because she needs her sleep, so we're not truly a moment away, and I've come to the realization that I don't function well without her. Sleep, let alone concentration, are allusive at best. When you see those shows where someone is pining for there long lost love? Based on my (thankfully) very limited exposure, I get it.

[mistress-skywalker]

I WANT TO SEE HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN ON HOT ONES NOWWWWW

[sarafangirlart]

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