#i don’ even know who ‘they’ are atm

[spirit-of-the-hollow]

I want it to be on this blog somewhere

TW: death, terrorism

Moscow is mourning today. This night, more than 60 lives were taken by camouflaged men in Crocus City Hall. 3 of them are children. There are more than 120 people hospitalised. More can die. All of them were innocent civillians.

Moscow is mourning today. All public events are cancelled, if not in mourning, then for safety reasons. Universities and schools have cancelled classes.

Sources differ, but it is generally accepted that about 20 armed men in camouflage went into the building, killed all security, and started firing towards people. There was also a concert going on, which meant there were more people around than usual. The terrorists later set fire to the mall.

The top floor has collapsed due to fire.

Moscow is mourning today, and I am too.

[amyriadfthings]

answered the gender q in a phone survey today with nb (diverse/misc/various as they say here). first time i´ve done that out loud 😮‍💨 

[mydearlybeloathed]

I loved your fic where the reader is Sanji's little sister!! I could do more of this but with something more angst? (I'm crazy about angst, forgive me 😭😭😭)

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you would have thought your birthday would keep zeff and sanji from bickering—well, you thought wrong.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sanji x littlesister!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pre-opla, reader is sixteen atm, swearing, reader is at the end of her rope

𝐚/𝐧: you're forgiven anon i also enjoy my fair share of angst 🥰

Turning sixteen had never been so awful for anyone in the entire world. You felt for certain of that.

The water of the sea lapped at your bare feet, dangling off the docks of the Baratie. Silence sat over everything, the moon hung high above you. You kicked at the water, angry at it for some reason, and scoffed at the face of the world.

You swore that if you listened hard enough, you could still hear Sanji and Zeff fighting all the way in the kitchens. The sound of their shouting had driven you out here into the fresh sea air, but it hardly helped the frustration welling up in your gut.

When you heard the footsteps coming up behind you, half of you hoped it was Sanji, coming to apologize and wish you a happy fucking birthday. 

You peered over your shoulder to find Patty looming over you, a plate in hand. “Hey, kid.”

“Hi,” you murmured, slouching back over as he knelt down beside you. 

You glanced over as he set the plate beside you, grinning a bit at the slice of cake. “How’s the birthday?”

Scoffing, you said, “Shitty. Per usual.”

Patty pursed his lips, sighing out his frustration, cursing the two idiots who’d driven you out here on your birthday. Still, he looked out at the sea, and told you, “He’s looking for you.”

“I’m sure he is.”

“Zeff is too.”

“They took a break from their precious bickering?” You couldn’t help but roll you eyes. “I’m frickin’ honored.”

The chef nudged your shoulder before rising to his feet. “Come on. It’s getting cold.”

You hugged your legs, having no intention of moving. “I’ll freeze.”

“Aww, don’t go all moody teen on me.” Patty half grinned. “I’m barely surviving Sanji.”

Turning your face away from him, you fought down the tears welling up in your eyes. “Go away, Patty.”

The longest moment past, before his footsteps retreated back into the Baratie, and you were left alone. Another birthday down the drain. And all you’d wanted was to spend time with your little family.

જ⁀➴

Patty walked back into the kitchen, brows taut and frown evident. He threw open the doors and glared at the young blond boy who whipped around.

“We’re not rea—”

“Your plan didn’t work,” Patty snapped. “She’s pissed.”

Zeff appeared from around the corner. “So she’s not coming?”

Patty deadpanned, somehow fighting the urge to slap him, if only because Zeff was his boss. “No. She’s not coming.”

Sanji and Zeff turned to each other, each donning an expression of awkward guilt. Sanji sighed. “We messed up.”

“No kiddin’,” Zeff scoffed.

And Patty rolled his eyes, moving to finish setting up this little party. “I’ll finish up.” He glared over at Sanji. “You go fix this.”

“Why me?” Sanji had the nerve to ask. 

“She’s your kid sister!” Patty gritted out. “And this was your bright idea! Let’s start fighting even though we know it makes her sad so we’ll have time to throw a surprise! Yeah, great idea. Now she’s wallowin’ on the docks.”

Your brother’s face fell, the image painted for him flashing across his eyes, and he hated it. This was a bad idea, after all. He’d just wanted to surprise you, but you were too quick for that these days. Sanji thought it’d be fine… “Shit.”

He was halfway through throwing off his apron when Zeff dropped everything and beat him to it. He set a heavy hand on Sanji’s shoulder and shoved him back toward the half decorated cake. “I’ll handle it. Just don’t fuck up the cake with yer shaky hands.”

Sanji stumbled into the counter, eyes narrowed, but he didn’t bother arguing. So Zeff trudged out of the kitchen, face sullen, wondering how the hell he’s supposed to console a teenage girl.

He’d figure it out, he hoped. He was a pirate after all, and pirates don't get scared. Then he stepped out into the midnight air and spotted you swinging your legs off the dock.

Pirates don’t get scared. Except, maybe, of their upset daughters.

You heard him before you saw him, tensing up as the sound of Zeff’s peg leg hobbling up behind you. You didn’t say a word and stared out at the crisp black waters, not knowing why he even bothered as he plopped himself down beside you, moving your untouched plate of cake to the space behind you.

“Hey, Pip,” he started, testing the waters.

“‘Sup.” You were irritated, that’s for sure, but not completely shut off. If you wanted him to go, you’d have said so already, or punched him or jumped into the water or something like that. Zeff didn’t pretend to understand youth these days. Typically, your silence was a good sign.

If Zeff knew you at all, and he ought to after all these years, he’d wager you didn’t want to be alone at all.

His peg leg kicked up some water, disturbing the peace. “You cold?”

It was the warmest night the sea had seen in some time, and he expected you to snap back that it was a stupid question. But you just shifted away and muttered, “Nope.”

Maybe you weren’t as open to talking as he’d thought.

“Listen,” he huffed. “I’m sorry. We both are. It’s just, you know how he gets…”

Your sudden glare shut him up, the set in your jaw a tad bit worrying. “I know how he gets, Zeff. But I still wouldn’t throw a pan at him on your birthday.”

Touche. 

Zeff grimaced. Maybe he overdid it a bit. “Yeah, I’m sorry ‘bout that.”

“Whatever.” You started to tug at your hair, and Zeff noticed how you’d ditched the ol’ pigtail braids. Now, your hair was pulled back into a single braid a bit on the messy side. There was a white ribbon tying it off. 

His stare turned an odd sort of soft, one you didn’t catch often. You glanced up at him quickly, unnerved. “What?”

Zeff didn’t answer right away, choosing to instead take a breath and savor this moment. But you grew impatient, eyes narrow. “What is it, Zeff? Have I got somethin’ on my face?”

Oh, how to explain. How was Zeff to explain just what he thought of you?

You’d surely grown from the little demon who’d bitten him and left a nasty scar on his arm—grown into not so much a demon, but a woman with just the same fire. On odd days he longed for the times when you were small and thought the world of him. When you would come to him for anything and everything. 

When you slipped up and called him “Dad.”

That never happened anymore. You were careful now.

You were growing too fast. If he could hide how awful the world was from you, he would, but it was too late. You were giving up on learning the ways of a chef and instead leaning toward waiting tables, learning to pickpocket like a seasoned criminal when you thought no one was watching. And with every passing day Zeff could see that starvation for something more grow brighter and brighter.

Sometimes he wondered if allowing you to work in his restaurant had been a mistake—he had a rule against women working in such a dangerous establishment as his could be, after all—but you were long past the age of listening to a word Zeff had to say. You and Sanji were alike in that manner.

Zeff shook his head. How did he explain how he had thought he’d been so strong until the day you’d come red faced to him, no older than nine, with just a skinned knee. You weren’t crying, not ever letting a tear fall, but you wanted to, he saw it in your eyes. 

The former captain of the Cook Pirates had felt so strong until he had no clue how to fix what was wrong. 

Zeff hated kids. He hated them, but you and that eggplant of a boy had become exceptions. The pair of you, as frustrating as you could be, had weaseled your way into the old man’s heart. He thinks he’d do just about anything for you, specifically.

How could Zeff begin to explain how much it scared him that his daughter was getting older?

“Zeff?”

“Sorry,” he said. “Got lost a bit.”

You lowered your gaze and shifted, reaching behind you to pick up the cake. There was a singular bite taken out of it. You messed around with the fork. “Patty made this?”

Zeff nodded. “Think so.”

“It’s good. You could do better,” you grinned, setting the plate back down. You’d finish it off later; you never dared to waste food. 

“Yeah?” Zeff chuckled. “Probably.”

You kicked at the water again. “I haven’t decided if I forgive you yet.”

“As expected. Just don’t take too long.” After a moment of thought, and an observation at how you returned to your surly demeanor, he made a decision. “We’ve got somewhere to be.” Zeff turned away the moment you whipped your head around to give him that curious look of yours. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, skeptical.

“Can’t say. It’s a surprise.” He rolled his eyes. “Sanji’s been insistent on a surprise for days. You’re too nosey to keep secrets from, so we needed to get you out of the kitchen…”

He waited for the realization to sink in, and then you were punching his arm with a gasp. “No way! No way you were faking! You’re the worst!” You couldn’t decide between being angry or amused, letting out a laughing scoff at their complete idiocy. “I was about to cry, you bastards!”

Zeff couldn’t help it. He laughed—no, cackled whilst he gently blocked your tiny fist. “Language, Pipsqueak.”

You raised your middle finger and fought hard to hide your growing smile. “I don’t believe you. You’re just covering for yourselves. That fight was real.”

“Or we’re just that skilled at actin’,” he countered. He did admit that after a minute the argument was more real than not. “It was his idea.”

“Zeff.”

“We meant well.” He rerouted his defense. “He’s been going on and on ‘bout this surprise—”

“That you’ve now spoiled.”

“I had to! I wasn’t gonna deal with his moping when you never showed.�� You started to protest, making him scoff. “You weren’t gonna show. You’re stubborn.”

You huffed, lunging over to scoop up the sea and splash it in Zeff’s face. The old man sputtered before he reached out a hand and pushed you into the water with barely a shove. You squealed and sank under the water, coming up gasping as thinly veiled hilarity broke past your anger.

Flapping around in the water, you gaped up at Zeff as he wheezed, barely able to get enough air through his laughter. Your own laugh bubbled out of you. “What the fuck, Zeff?”

“You–you started it!” He was still catching his breath, eyes crinkled. “Didn’t mean to push you in.”

Like you believed him. Rolling your eyes, you held out a hand and awaited your rescue. The old man stood to his mismatched feet and gripped your wrist, hoisting you up. You were airborne for at least three seconds with the momentum of his pull, giggling as your feet touched the dock again. 

“I should tell Sanji you ratted him out,” you mused as the night air hit you, shivers running up and down your spine. 

“You won’t,” he said, though there was a slight hope in his eyes that you really were bluffing. You were, of course. As much as you fought with Sanji, you would never dare to ruin his fun—and if planning a surprise for you was fun for him, so be it.

“I won’t,” you agreed. “But I should.”

You started back into the Baratie, crossing your arms tightly to condense what was left of your body heat. Zeff fell into step beside you, his chef’s coat draped over your shoulders not a second later. Stepping inside wasn’t an escape from the cold; if anything, the chill grew worse. 

As much as you hated being cold… you were curious as to what Sanji had cooked up. 

So you braved the frigid walk through the empty dining room, weaving in and out of tables and chairs, and rushed ahead of Zeff to enter the kitchen first. You gave the doors a shove and came face to face with a platoon of balloons bobbing around the ceiling. 

Little purple flowers poked out of various crystal glasses. A sweet smell filled the room. You froze in the doorway, taking it all in, and noticed Sanji at the counter, finishing off the icing on a small cake. He glanced up and blew his hair out of his face, a smile splitting onto his face when he saw you.

“Pip!” His eyes ran you up and down, confusion clouding his blue eyed gaze. “What happened to you?”

You let out a huff and slipped your arms into the too big coat. “Went for a swim.”

Zeff chuckled suspiciously and swept toward the cake, inspecting it briefly. “Just like I said. The icing’s uneven.”

Sanji threw down the icing. “It is—”

“Stop!” you shouted. “I swear.”

That shut them up, each of them rolling their eyes. Children, you thought. Taking another look around, a little smile grew on your face. “Is it someone’s birthday?”

For a moment, Sanji’s confidence faltered, as if he was really questioning what day it was, before he caught your sly grin and relaxed. “Only yours, so I really don’t know why I bothered with all this.”

“Ouch,” you laughed. The kitchen was empty save for you, Zeff, and Sanji. It reminded you of quiet nights similar to this one, back when the Baratie was in its early years. Back when Zeff and Sanji didn’t fight as much as they did now. 

In the gentle quiet to follow, you did admit: growing older wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. 

You blinked and Zeff had lit a candle and poked it into the top of the cake, causing Sanji to grumble at how he’d messed up the swirl design he’d crafted. Zeff ignored him and bumped your shoulder. “Too old to make a wish?”

“As if.” You were almost offended he’d asked, leaning forward to blow out the candles, squeezing closed your eyes and uttering a wish in your head. When you were done, Sanji gave you a questioning look.

“So? What was it?”

Every year he asked, and every year you shook your head. “Can’t say. It’ll break the magic.”

The night grew old, as night always does, and it aged with laughter and thrown icing and sleepy eyes, before it died to make way for the sun. And by then, you and Sanji were passed out on piles of flour sacks, side by side and snoring in tune. 

The Baratie was to open in five hours. In one hour, the chefs would file in to prepare for the breakfast run. For now, though, there was peace as Zeff pulled up a stool to the countertop and observed the pair with increasing, sickening fondness. 

The plan had never been to raise two of the possibly most difficult children on the seas… but now that you weren’t children anymore, there was a significant amount of pride welling up in Zeff’s chest.

He knew neither of you were destined to remain at the Baratie all your lives. To keep you there was to imprison you. Someday, you and Sanji would leave this place, and Zeff could only hope it wouldn’t be tomorrow as each day came to a close. 

And someday, a year down the road, his hope would be in vain as the next morning your annual birthday wish was granted in the form of a grand ship with the masthead of a goat—the ship that would sail you and Sanji away. 

But that was a year away, and no one knew of what fate had in store. You only knew that maybe turning sixteen wasn’t so bad.

[melloeyed]

Double Trouble

Johnathan Ohnn (The Spot) X GN! Reader

A/N: The reader has the same superpowers as The Polka-Dot Man from The Suicide Squad only with a few added cosmic quirks. Enjoy!

On the busy streets of Brooklyn, The Spot and Y/N walk past the oblivious citizens, donning their ‘inconspicuous’ disguises. Spot only had on a loose grey gym jacket, green sunglasses, and a brown wrinkled fedora, while Y/N wore a orange bucket hat, purple glasses, and an oversized red Hawaiian shirt.

Their disguises barely even covered the multiple spots on their pale skin. How the hell did they even go unnoticed?

The disguised duo walked towards the convenience store window, cupping their hands on the window in sync as they lean their heads in to get a better view.

“Ok, remember the plan?” Spot whispered.

“This is so stupid…” Y/N muttered.

“It’ll work, trust me!”

“Yeah, right. My idea was better!”

“Oh, just shut up and follow my lead!”

Y/N rolls their multicolored dot eyes as they follow Spot in the convenience store, re-running his plan in their head.

‘Distract the cashier while I steal the money from the ATM machine. Got it?’

Y/N sighs, walking towards the food isles. They clutch onto their rainbow backpack straps in anticipation as they peek over one the food isles, glancing at Spot, waiting for the signal.

“Excuse me, do you have uh, an ATM machine?” The Spot asked the cashier. “Yeah, around here in the back.” The cashier replied, barely looking at Spot.

“Preferably not chained to the wall…?” Spot muttered.

“What?”

“Uh, nothing!”

Y/N’s dot eyes lit up when the Spot looked at them, gesturing his head towards the cashier while walking towards the ATM. Y/N clenched their spotted fists as they take a deep breath, squeezing their eyes shut.

‘You got this, Y/N. You got this!’ They whispered to themself.

Y/N slowly jogs towards the cashier, rolling their shoulders in preparation. They clear their throat, trying to think of a distracting conversation to start.

“Uh, hi! I, uh…heard there was this…beverage…snack that uh…just came out. And I was wondering uh, where…do you sell it here…? If you do sell it here… can you, uh…tell me…where you…sell it? Which is…here…?” Y/N asked, sheepishly. The cashier just kept his eyes glued to the phone as a short pause passed.

Real clever, Y/N.

“What? I have no idea what you mean, man.” The cashier said, not even bothering to look at them. Embarrassment and frustration began to bubble in Y/N’s chest as they quickly tried to think of another distraction. Looking towards Spot’s direction, they tried their best not to facepalm when they see him struggling with the ATM.

Y/N though that this plan was the most ridiculous! It was boring, slow-paced, and embarrassing! They glance back towards the cashier, partially relieved that he didn’t bother to look up. Looking around quickly, Y/N tries to distract the cashier again. They burst out into fake laughter.

“Hahahaha! Hahaha! Y-You’re so funny! You don’t…know what I mean! Hahaha! You’re a…funny guy!” They said, with the most ‘convincing’ laughs.

Y/N was not good at this.

They quickly stopped their laughing and tried to think of another diversion, clearing their throat again.

“Uh… w-what I mean is-“

“Hey, who left this ATM on the sidewalk?” Someone said outside.

Oh, shit.

Y/N heart began to quicken when the cashier finally looked up. They both turn towards the loud banging noise from the back of the store along with the frustrated grunts that came with it. The Spot was trying to forcefully push the whole ATM through the smaller portal by bouncing on top of it. Repeat, tried. Y/N couldn’t take it anymore.

“Are you fucking serious?!” They shouted.

“Yo, what you doing back here, man?” The cashier said, picking up a bat and surprisingly ignoring Y/N. (Which offended them.)

“Nothing, nothing. Everything’s cool, man. All good.” Spot said, jumping on top of the ATM to push it even further into the portal, “Just forgot my PIN number-“

“Get yourself out of here!”

The cashier tries to hit Spot with the bat, but thankfully he dodges it in time. On instinct, Y/N runs towards the cashier, balling their fists preparing to attack. The multicolored polka dots on their skin quickly began to glow along with their dot eyes.

Before quickly flickering off like a lightbulb.

Y/N looks at their hands, baffled by the failed attempt to use their powers.

“What?! No! Not now!” They shouted.

“Uh, Y/N a little help here!” Spot shouted, cowering away from the cashier’s swings. Y/N runs after the two trying to land a blow on the back of cashier’s head, only to end up slipping on a soda can and falling hard on their butt. On the ground, Y/N rolls their eyes when they hear Spot’s pathetic comments towards the aggressive man while he dropped different products from the isles.

“Sir, please just let us rob you!”

“There’s no reason to bring wood into this!”

“We’ve never robbed anybody in our life, please don’t make this a bad experience for us!”

“Bad experience? I’m trying to run a business here!” The angry cashier replied.

“With your goddamn head in the clouds?!” Y/N snarked at him, getting back on their feet.

Only to end up slipping and falling on their face.

“Why is the floor so slippery?!”

This was the duo’s very first robbery attempt. Obviously, Spot and Y/N didn’t have the best resources at hand when it came to being bad guys, but they were never the type of criminals to give up easily. Especially, Spot.

Y/N had a strong feeling that her partner in crime was a whole lot nervous than they were for their first robbery. Y/N was already fed up at the soft attempts of beginning their villainy, but can you blame them? They just wanted to get dangerous, kick some ass, and burn down buildings! But, the Spot was always there to dial them down.

Ever since the explosion incident that happened a year ago, the duo agreed to stick together and began to get ahold of their newfound cursed powers. They had pretty awesome powers too! I mean what could be better than having ability to make portals that can go to anywhere and anyplace you desire or summon glowing multicolored polka dots with omnipotent destructive powers?

There were a few gimmicks of their powers here and there, but to be honest, they could barely control it!

And now here the two were.

One running away from an angry cashier with a bat, while the other continues to slip and fall on the cluttered slippery floor with each step they take.

After the longest 23 seconds of their lives, Spot finally managed to trap the cashier in a nearby portal and Y/N finally gets up without slipping. Y/N helps Spot get his foot unstuck from one of the shelves. After the two quickly run towards the ATM, they place soda cans on the ground to push the large machine more easily.

“I told you this was a bad plan!” Y/N spat.

“Oh, yeah, that figures considering how much of a big help you were back there!” Spot spat back.

“Hey, the floor was already slippery before and if you weren’t such a klutz back there, I would’ve already handled him!” Y/N said.

“Well, what was I supposed to do?! Just sit there and let him hit me?!” Spot fired back.

“Hmm, I dunno maybe teleport him outta here! I’m sure it doesn’t take a genius!”

“Hey, I can’t think straight when I’m under pressure! You’ve known that since the day we met! Stop treating me like I’m a wuss!”

“That’s because you are one, when it comes to situations like this! Plus, my plan would’ve been a whole lot better!”

“Your plan was nuts!”

“I just said that we should walk into the store, knock out the cashier, time him up, lock him in the janitors closet, get the money, and get rid of the evidence by burning down the building!”

“With the cashier inside?!”

“…Yeah!”

“You are a very violent person and a bad sidekick.”

“What? I like violence! Plus, my powers are more cooler than yours so who the hell are you callin’ a sidekick?”

“Whatever, let’s just hurry up and get this ATM machine out of here before the police-“

“Why do people say ATM machine?” A voice said.

Spot and Y/N jolt up, looking around in surprise. “Huh? Who said that?” Spot asked.

The duo looked behind them and see Spider-man himself, hanging upside-down from the ceiling, casually eating a beef empanada. “The ‘M’ stands for ‘machines’!“ He finished.

“Spider-Man!” Spot and Y/N said in sync.

The duo felt the floor disappearing beneath their feet as they fell through an accidental portal, only to end up reappearing in the next isle, falling harshly from the ceiling to the floor. Spot and Y/N’s disguises only end up coming off during the fall, revealing their bare, pale, and spotted bodies.

The Spot only had black spots of different sizes covering his pale lanky body, his face being completely blank with only the largest black spot plastered across his face resembling a scribbled eye.

Y/N had multicolored polka dots covering their body, the bright colors contrasting from their light grayish skin. Their face is completely blank as well, with only two mismatched color dot eyes to show their expressions.

They groan in pain as Spot helps them up from the floor, nearly slipping again, but regains balance. They dust themself off as they look forward, seeing Spot jumping around in preparation as Spider-Man walks in front of them.

“Ah! Spider-Man, wow,” The Spot began, before he hit his foot against a box, yelping in pain, “This is real!”

Y/N tilts their head in exasperation at their partner’s action. “Johnathan, what are you-“

“Alright, Y/N, prepare your introduction.” He whispered back.

“My what?” Y/N whisper-shouted.

Spider-Man glances back and forth between the spotted duo, baffled, yet immersed by their bizarre and wacky appearance. “So are you like a cow or a dalmation?” He asked gesturing at Spot. He then glanced at Y/N and gestured at them, “And are you like supposed to be a clown or a painting?”

“I am…The Spot.”

Y/N looks at Spot with a, ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ face. “I’m sure that sounded a lot cooler in your mind.” They address. Spot just ignored them and stretched his arms out to them in a presenting manner.

“And this is my trusty sidekick…The Dot.”

“I never agreed to…never mind.” Y/N said.

Spot leans against the isles, propping his elbow on it, while placing his hand on his hip. Bread begins to spill out of the holes in his torso.

Y/N looks at him and quickly folds their arms leaning against the other side of the isle, nearly slipping in the process, trying to look cool and intimidating.

“We meet again, Spider-Man.” Spot began, ‘menacingly’.

“And we have a lot to catch up on.” Y/N finished, ‘menacingly’.

Spider-Man just laughs, pointing his empanada at the duo in an amused manner.

[bluepeachstudios]

GitS Asks!

Not as much as he does the boys. April's pretty good about having her own fun, she's got a family to go back to, she can separate herself when she needs to. She can handle herself!

Noted 👀 Though I don't read fanfic very often because I'm. Usually too busy writing it. fhgdkjgf I'm already behind on stuff I want to read. I will put it on my List.

Leo's least favorite is math, he finds it boring as all hell. Raph's least favorite is chemistry. He cannot get any of it right for the life of him. He accidentally made mustard gas once and from then on Donnie was paired with him to make sure that didn't happen again. Mikey's is history! He has a hard time just sitting still and listening. Donnie's least favorite is the mystic arts. He thinks it's unnecessary for him, because he doesn't have a mystic weapon.

Ghost just tells them he's going to teach them something today and they pretty much all show up. If they miss a day, he doesn't scold them about it or anything, he just lets them miss it. If they don't understand something because of it later, he can just teach it to them again. Normally they don't miss more than a day at a time, and if they do there's usually something else going on. Ghost is homeschooling them, and it's not like they're going to college. The point is learning, not to make them suffer when they don't feel like it. ;)

Splinter was giving the boys an education! He taught them colors, and alphabets, and how to read, how to clean, how to take care of themselves. Splinter taught them a lot, and Ghost knows that. He's not mad for Splinter focusing on the more practical things and less on the academic side.

Oh yeah he's gonna flip y'all.

"Who?"

Spoilers! Though I am now thinking of that 03 episode during fast forward where they go to the gala and Donnie is wearing a purple suit. Thank you.

Ghost is still kinda active with the homeless community. He doesn't talk to them, or really show himself at all, but he drops off blankets and clothes he finds when scavenging.

Ghost doesn't know about Don stealing from ATMs at the moment! He won't mind it, though. He's not hurting anyone but big banks by doing it.

Oh you think Ghost's self-blame and self-hatred is bad now? NOTHING compared to what it would be if he'd fallen into Rise after experiencing SAINW. He knows what's going to happen to his brothers. He knows he disappeared, and that the world ended because of it. He'd work a lot harder. I don't think he'd pay any attention to the kids, honestly, I think he'd be neck-deep in making a portal, trying everything, retrying it.

Ghost has accepted that he's stuck in his dimension. Donatello would not.

The TECH! It's so much easier to get high-grade metal and supplies in Rise! He can get SO MUCH SHIT! No wonder Donnie can build things so nicely, people dump out nice stuff!

Welcome to ow, I'll be your host-

Spppoiiilerrsssss? I think? Probably???

It does! There was a poll quite a ways back that even asked if Ghost ends up with Leo or with the other boys. He's in Tahiti. ;)

Phantom is far less scarred than Ell. He still has the leather jacket because I feel like he deserves a leather jacket. Ghost doesn't have the scar over his eye because of Phantom. When Ghost disappeared to the Battle Nexus to try and find answers, Phantom immediately started looking for him. Ghost had only meant to go for a day, but was trapped by Big Mama and forced to fight. Phantom found him and pulled him out of there before he ever got the scar.

Some things are universal constants :)

Whether they survive it or not is different.

Oh 03 Donatello is completely destroyed. He blames himself entirely. He works all the time to get his lost brother back. Ell and Spirit don't blame Donny, but Mike does a bit. It's easier to be mad at someone than the universe.

w... what about it....

Bold of you to assume that Ghost isn't going to break that curse

Rise boys are starting to realize their mentor isn't invincible and immortal. Terrifying thing to learn.

Thank you!! Glad you like it!

[dearweirdme]

Hi. Is it just me or TK blogs and supporters are vanishing? I know it's probabily because we aren't getting any new content, no tae news, no jk news, even less tk news... It's not the support and belief in them as a couple that is slowly fading, right? Tkkers will be back as soon as something new drops. Or will they move on because they will realize tk is only friendship. I'm not going to lie, my heart is kind of scared of the possible future without tk. I really hope they stay as close as they are.

Hi anon!

I know, it's been quiet lately. I don\t think it means people are no longer believing in Tkk being together. Nothing has really happened to make believers stop believing, so this would honestly only be a valid explanation for those who are in it for the excitement of hunting for clues. With no content there's no new clues to hunt for and that might make people insecure, or it might make people move to more exciting spaces.

What I've seen on my own blog, is that for several weeks now I'm getting more than usual more new followers, but I'm getting way less asks. To me that translates to people actively searching for Tkk content (people are liking really old posts of mine) but because there no new things to talk about (and we've basically gone through the old stuff extensively several times) there's just less conversations to be had.

There's also not many real active Tkk blogs atm I believe (though there's still some ofcourse). So not a lot of diversity going on. It was bound to happen. We know to not expect much Tkkry atm, so people are probably just less online. I myself have become way more busy compared to last year (single mum life kicking my ass at times😂), but I'm always around. I'm unable to answer asks as quickly as I once was, but I usually get to it eventually. So if you ever feel like wanting to share some thought about TAe and Jk and you don't mind waiting for an answer a bit 🙈 please don't hesitate to send me anything you'd like to share.

I expect a lot of people will keep dropping by whenever something does happen. And though some people will leave, I think everyone will be right back when BTS reunites in a bit over a year. Tae and Jk's bond always shines through, and there will always be people around to recognize that.

[a-room-of-my-own]

I have no idea whether it's accurate or just nostalgia but I feel like radblr has decreased in discourse quality over the years. When I first joined Tumblr around 2016-17 I remember that I was hooked by the thoroughness of the posts, they were uncompromising, thoughtful and sourced.

Atm my impression is that it's mainly rants, shitposting and TRA receipts, which is fine and already existed, but that the actual thinkpieces are gone. If it were a newspaper it'd be like they kept the editorials and comics but got rid of the feature articles. At some point the umpteenth "Moids will really do x while[...]" gets old. You've been here for some time, what's your impression ?

Same 🤷🏼‍♀️

I think many people were not necessarily prepared for transactivism to last a decade, and for a while fighting against it - even at a very small scale like a simple blog - felt like being Don Quixote fighting against windmills. It's only now that the tide is beginning to turn, and it's not exactly a tsunami yet. When something unfair or shocking becomes a part of daily life it's hard to keep the energy you had in the beginning when you thought it was still possible to overturn it before it became too bad.

And to be honest, there were some things I anticipated years ago that were in my mind worst case scenarios, like rapists in women's prisons, sterilized minors, etc... That became reality. I observe all that remotely of course, there is a distance that comes with just being an anonymous blogger and not an activist, but still that gets to me. Sharing receipts and press articles is a way to keep contributing to the discussion, but when the worst became a part of daily life sometimes you just don't know what else to say except I told you so.

I think a lot of women who used to post long, sourced think pieces just took a step back when they observed that, same way I did. Specifically on Tumblr, I think there is also a problem with a certain side of radblr who's not exactly into feminism, but rather into bullying. They're a vocal minority but it's enough to discourage discussions. Writing a long post takes time and hard work, I'm not sure someone coming here today would feel like her ideas would be welcomed and politely discussed the way they could be a few years ago.

[plusultraetc]

lowkey highkey stalking ur blog and saw a tag abt how u have thoughts abt s6 shigaraki. share🥹

HI thank you for asking!!

So I think you might be referring to this post about Shigaraki's s6 Fit Of All Time. The spiritual TL;DR of those tags is: I know this version of Shigaraki is a character who has reached Peak Manipulated, Tragic Story Potential, but his look is lowkey fire anyway.

(A note on the outfit: I stand by the fact that it is the Fit Of All Time. Simple. Classic. Very very cool. I overthought about it when I first saw it because I <3 overthinking about MHA and had a small Moment about Shigaraki reaching this final-ish villainous form and immediately donning a hero's cape, and the possible implications of this. Plus, and this is more of a USAmerican view I think, but a red cape is like The Superhero Accessory, because Superman (and Thor. And Doctor Strange. But mostly Superman.))

So. For context, I'm halfway-ish through Season 6 atm. It's me and my pockets full of spoilers against the world, but there have been Several Things that no amount of spoilers could have prepared me for, Shigaraki being one of them. I mean. TALK ABOUT A CORRUPTION ARC.

The thing about Shiggy is that, by the time we meet him, he has already had his traditional 'corruption arc' when AFO found him as a child and manipulated him into becoming a villain. When we talk about corruption arcs in literature, we're usually talking about this kind of moral decay (pun intended). It's the movement from 'hero' to 'villain' (or, in Shigaraki's case, 'innocent child' to 'supervillain successor.' And, yes, I know he decayed his family before he met AFO, but I'm really not going to assign any moral blame there for obvious reasons).

But Shigaraki has also had numerous other negative character arcs before we met him. He starts his life perhaps not with a happy, normal family, but with a family and a house and a dog. By the time we are introduced to him in s1, he's been living in the shadows, is isolated emotionally and physically from the people around him, and has garbage interpersonal skills and relationships. Even his name has been 'corrupted,' from the name of a hero (Shimura) to that of a villain (Shigaraki). So, it seems like Shigaraki has undergone every possible negative/corruption arc long before s6.

AND YET.

The s1 -> s6 Shigaraki journey isn't a corruption of morals or circumstances. It's a corruption of wills. When we meet Shigaraki, he's a whiny, impulsive 'manchild' (I don't remember who called him that after USJ, but it was iconic and they were correct. It might have been All Might. You go All Might). But in spite of, or maybe because of, his manchild-ness, you can definitely see that Shigaraki has willpower. He's bossy. He's actually kind of bratty. He pretty much stomps his foot and expects people to comply with his demands. If he doesn't like something, he's like, "Ew, Kurogiri, get rid of it/them this instant." AFO definitely has an unhealthy amount of influence over him at this point, but Shigaraki still plays a very active (though often unsuccessful) role in his own schemes (the Nomu attack in Hosu City, for example).

And, after AFO's arrest at Kamino, we actually see Shigaraki's will get stronger. He might flounder a little at first, lost without AFO's direct supervision, but eventually he's forced to start making real decisions for and about the League. This character growth reaches its apex when he takes over the Paranormal Liberation Front. (Note: red cape again. Grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him, etc.)

But THEN. Season 6. The literal battle of wills. If AFO prevails, he will have destroyed pretty much the only thing Shigaraki has left. It's like. The ultimate corruption arc. Corruption of the self. BTW in case it wasn't clear I want to roundhouse kick AFO into another dimension. I genuinely like most of the villains in MHA but he is the Emperor Palpatine of this story and it shows. [MANGA SPOILERS FOR THE REST OF THIS PARAGRAPH] I really, really wanted Shigaraki to throw him down the proverbial reactor shaft Darth Vader-style, but from what I understand that ship has sailed. Boooooo.

So now s6 Shigaraki is walking a very thin line between the success of this final corruption arc, that of his autonomy, and finally breaking some aspect of AFO's control over his entire life. It is a very, very thin line, because even if AFO can't control him anymore, he's the reason Shigaraki is WHO he is and WHERE he is (and WHAT he is, if we get into the whole Nomu-ification storyline).

So, yeah. Walking a very thin line. But at least he looks good doing it!! Wearing a disembodied hand on your face is OUT, wearing a tattered red cape is IN. What does it symbolize? Shigaraki personifying what he blames heroes for--destroying society--while dressing up as one of them? Shigaraki becoming his own hero by finally 'achieving his dream' of being powerful enough to destroy the world that hurt him? Foreshadowing that Shigaraki, wearing a hero's literal costume, and AFO are in some way opposed now? The author wanting to draw a really cool cape??? Who knows!! But I love it sm.

[acapellasampler]

how did Elias go about letting the other goths in on him being a hybrid? Those that read the fic get how he learned but what about the others?

Sorry this took so long I've been listening to Swoop videos while writing this

I hadn't really thought of how tbh but I brainstormed an idea based on some banter I had with the bestie Noodle and decided this

Elias hadn't actively told anyone yet (only Firkle and Veronica knew atm) both the friends that knew had sort of stumbled upon it or in Firkle's case looked too early during a rescue X'D

I drew inspiration from a headcanon I saw someone have of Michael fainting when he's scared or stressed if y'all know who it was please lmk so I can be sure to credit them

Elias reveals it to the other Goth's just after the events of ‘Dawn of the posers’ (while they aren't heavily mentioned Maria and Lafayette were there)

After saving the eldest goth from the emo conversion camp (despite it being a ruse for a tv show he was still a bit rattled, I saw someone mention a headcanon of him having fear/stressed induced fainting spells and love it so I like to think that was his first experience with a spell) so the goths all congregated at Henrietta's the next day to talk about what they went through and Elias noticed Michael still seemed rattled.

After a bit of gentle prying Michael comes clean about the fainting spell and how it'd never happened before, due to how close the group is (even more so after that kind of shit) he admitted to being scared by it because he passed out on his arrival and woke up bound to a chair.

Elias notices Michael's death grip on his cane and asks if there's anything he can offer to help him, after Michael simply shrugs he offers something fluffy (Firkle's eyes go wide) and some comfort compression. When a curious Michael agrees he partially expects the 2nd shortest to just lay his head in his lap, instead he drops his cane after watching Elias become a wolf pup (I'd say maybe the size of a young border collie) donning a yellow scarf. 

The older five watch as wolf Elias lays his torso and head along Michael's leg, Pete nearly drops his cigarette when Elias verbally encourages Michael that he can pet him. It ends with the entire 6 human goth kids sitting around Elias for essentially doggy destressing, Elias just lays there mainly keeping his focus on Michael checking on him and his anxiety. Elias answers questions and just kind of basks in the attention, he begs them all not to tell them and they agree after learning why he hid it.

[thebinkinator-3000]

here is my story snippet haha i kind of hate it but oh well. maybe i'll like it more tomorrow but who knows. ive stared at this page too long today i think

In 1989 space flights became commerical. They were a huge success among the upper-class and became a regular vacation trip. In 1991 the first Mars colony was established, and by 1996 everyone who could afford to move there did. Then they went further into the stars.

In 1997 Earth was ravaged by aliens. It wasn't exactly an unprovoked attack, they didn't like humans poking around in space. After three months of hell, the humans on Mars decided to show a scrap of humanity and help the remaining Earthlings out. They destroyed the alien's ships, but were unaware of how many remained elsewhere on the planet. A reluctant treaty was formed from the human's need to survive and the alien's need for preservation. With the condition of Earth, adjustments needed to be made. They combined their science and technology and began experiementing. Humans and aliens alike were cross-bred, mutated, and even roboticized. After a decade of failures and causalites, they finally suceeded in a mutation without physical or mental side effects. The missing key had been a child. They were mutating beings too old, it had to be done young.

Click. Bzzz. The shuttle room was filled with cold air, accompanied by bright lights. Glen stood, the baked moss of his terrarium crunching under his feet. It was about two and a half months overdue for replacement, but he didn't care. It was good enough for him. He stepped over the short glass barrier of the terrarium and picked up his clothes off the floor. He donned them quickly and began walking to the next room whilst trying to tie his thick black hair back. After a minute of wrangling he finally suceeded and heated one of his few remaining food canisters. He crossed the shuttle room to a scrawny desk that looked as if it might topple if you looked at it wrong. Atop the desk sat piles of papers, machinery and metal scraps, and a big white computer monitor. There was a keyboard and mouse too, somewhere. He carelessly shoved aside the junk to reveal them, then turned on the computer. He sat in the equally scrawny chair in front of the desk and ate his food. The computer was an old model, late 1990s, and despite its numerous upgrades it still took about 10 minutes to turn on. Once it had finally booted up, the computer automatically opened a tab showing Glen all of the latest scumbags and criminals on the run. While the humans in space were attempting to establish a federation of somesort, bounty hunters thrived on backwater planets like Earth. "1,000 tok. Zirsk, Loth. . ." The computer began to list off several bounties and Glen listened half-heartedly, picking at the scraps of his meal. He listened on for about two minutes before one caught his interest, ". . .24 (custom). Maid equipped with Artificial Intellegence. . ." Before the computer even finished talking, a quick tap on the mouse revealed more information alongside a full body picture of the robot. It had a very unique build, largely decorative but it still had a full range of movement. That was a big design flaw in a lot of HS-class bots. The bot had a sleek, curvy body with pointed joint plates. The head was topped with a black visor-dome, under which were dainty lips painted a shimmery purple. He didn't like robots much, they made him uneasy, but they were one of the few beings capable of fighting and quick thinking without being trained. That made them fun to fight. He got the robot's last known coordinates from the computer and went to the cockpit. He flopped down in the pilot's seat, hit a few buttons, and he was off.

heres art of glen ig. i dont have much art of kyrie (the robot, its her nickname) on my phone atm so you get a kinda half-assed animation

@sundere1181

[dayshipper]

YOU GUYSSSS!!! I can’t even begin to think about what all of this means!!! Fair warning, this is really messy and unedited, just like the inside of my head atm, so I’m sorry if it doesn’t make much sense. Ok so let’s build up to THE pic by starting off with Kie in the red dress. I’ve got a couple of theories for this one. The first is pretty much the same as what I’ve said before which is that she gets kidnapped by that ‘Don’ guy somehow. 

Now I’m kinda thinking that after they’ve all been on the island for a bit, they venture off to find the nearest town to get a change of clothes, food etc. When they’re there, they find the ‘Don’ guy and overhear him talking about treasure/ bounty. They either decide to trust the guy and believe that he is working with them to get the gold, or they are playing him at his own game. Either way, I think Kiara is the bait. Maybe the guy takes a shine to her, or maybe thinks that she is someone that she isn’t. Maybe the pogues all get caught by him and she’s the only one who didn’t so she makes out that she isn’t with them in order to save them all and is working from the inside.

As for the photo of the moment! Ugh, the ANGST!!!! I actually don’t think that he is going in for a kiss here! 😬 I mean, I would LOVE for that to happen but I just don’t feel like that’s it. I also don’t think that he is touching her wrist/bracelets 😭 I know, I know it's blasphemy to say at this point. But I thought that JJ and Kie were grabbing each other's hands in the obx2 promo poster when they were on the dock but that wasn’t right, so hopefully I’m wrong again this time. Except this time, I’ll be happy to be wrong!

If we do go with the idea that he is holding/ touching her bracelet/ wrist, I’m thinking that the photo was taken right after he returns the bracelet to her (maybe she loses it 🤡) and lets go of her hand after putting it on her. They then have a moment because they realise how close they are to each other. Or he's touching the bracelet to make a point of how she's one of them and they're in this together.

However, I actually think that this scene is more about JJ trying to persuade her into doing something and Kiara is sad and defeated because she knows that it’d be the last thing she ever does if she goes along with it because of her parents. His hand looks like it's in a bit of a fist which makes me think that he might be frustrated or feeling resolute about whatever he is talking about to get his point across.

Or, maybe he is confiding in her about his dad. Maybe he heard something on the grapevine about him and he’s conflicted about what he thinks he should do. Or maybe his restitution is finally catching up to him and she’s trying to stop him from spiralling. He’s feeling sorry for himself (a bit like how he was after he escaped the ambulance) and she’s feeling upset that he thinks of himself the way he does.

I’ve tried not to read other people’s opinions on what they think is going on in this picture so that I wasn’t influenced but I did see some people think that JJ was confessing his feelings to Kiara after their hug in the previous episode. I don’t actually think that that’s what’s going on here. Again, if I’m wrong, I’ll never be happier (and as a Taurus, that means something), but I’m just agh I don’t know. I keep flip-flopping on this one!! I guess I just don’t see him confessing his feelings to her that early in the season! She looks too sad and he doesn’t look conflicted enough about it.

Overall, I think this picture shows JJ is continuing to realise his feelings for Kiara even more and will be making it more and more obvious as the season goes on.

It'll be subtle and monumental all at the same time. Anyways, these are just some ~preliminary~ thoughts that spring to mind. I’ll be sure to add more as I think of it 🥰

[booburry]

WIP WEDNESDAY

My mind has slowly been taken over by Pedro Pascal...can't complain, really. But, haven't been able to land on Din or Joel atm - thought I would share the WIP I have for Joel Miller rn with my F!OC Marianne (Annie)

First time writing Joel - hopefully I got it right (my sources tell me I am clear!) Setting is somewhere post outbreak but pre-QZ.

“How far did you say your brother is?” She asked him coldly, looking up and into the surrounding clearing to ensure they were still, in fact, alone.

The man claimed to be a simple traveller, trying to get to the QC in Boston, seeking help for his injured brother. Marianne knew it was a crock of shit, and the older version of her would have shot the man dead and left him to rot in that pitfall of hers, but she was different now—more capable of compassion than violence.

“A few miles west, we made a small camp for the night.”

“Who’s ‘we’?”

“My brother and I!” The man barked back, already having lost his patience. Again, despite the lies she knew he was saying, his concern for his brother seemed real—perhaps the man was aware of the three raiding groups that resided around her home, but she wanted to bet otherwise.

Am I really about to go run off into danger to save this dumbass’s brother? She wondered to herself as she kept on watching the man, a slight fraction in his gaze before she finally took her sights off him and slung her rifle onto her back. Immediately after, she tossed down handcuffs.

“Put them on.” She ordered, watching him with intent and when he hesitated, she reached for her rifle—the only reinforcement he required to follow her instructions. “We also need to make a deal on what I get in return.” She informed him with a smile.

“We don’ have many supplies.” He grumbled in reply, snapping the last cuff closed around his wrists.

“You’re both able-bodied men, no?” Marianne asked with a soft smile. “You’ll work off the debt, now climb up and show me the way to your brother.” She informed him as she kicked down a ladder, enabling the man to climb up. “Your name?”

“Joel.” He gruffly replied as he got out of the pit. He raised an eyebrow at her, wishing for the same information in return.

“Annie.” She informed quickly before turning the direction Joel had claimed his brother was. “You left him out here alone? Can he defend himself?”

“Yeah.” Joel responded, seemingly answering both of her questions with a single answer—great.

“You’re aware of the danger you left him in?” Annie asked with a tone that was equally serious and annoyed.

“Yeah.” He confirmed again, however this time a little more hesitant—he has no fucking clue.

“Best we hurry up.” She informed him, picking up the pace and hearing Joel match her stride. She took her rifle off her arm, glancing back quickly to make sure Joel was still cuffed. For a moment, Annie wondered if she should arm the man, make it safer for them both in case it was infected they came across and not the raiders. But, with another glance at the man, at his expression, the blank stare, let her know the type of man she had walking behind her—even giving him handcuffs was a weapon.

Their rushed steps became softer the closer they got to where his brother had been left—Tommy. But Annie didn’t need to be this close to know that Tommy wasn’t there.

“Stop.” She harshly whispered, Joel’s steps stuttering for a moment. Annie smiled, knowing that this was probably the place he had planned to jump her, but she knew Tommy wasn’t hiding in the bushes to complete the ambush. She swept into their makeshift camp, looking for where the disturbances had occurred, not being able to stop herself from noticing the poor setup they had. “Doesn’t look like you were meaning to stay overnight.” She commented, looking back at Joel to see something flash across his cold expression. Fear? Guilt?

It was hard to say, and—quite frankly—not the time to discuss it.

“Which direction did you come in through?” Annie asked Joel, who didn’t seem to quite be listening—only looking at the spot of struggle where small blots of blood were left behind. “Hey, buddy!” Annie said, stepping in front of the man’s field of view. “If you want your brother back, tell me where the fuck you came through.”

Her aggression seemed to snap him back to the present, anger and fury setting into his gaze as he just pointed. Annie followed to look at the direction and sighed.

“Johnny’s men got your brother—if we are quick, and they aren’t particularly stupid tonight, he’ll be fine.” Annie said as she hurried off into the direction of Johnny’s camp.

“And if they are particularly stupid?” Joel asked after her, rushing to get to her side. Annie’s features set into an old face, long dormant instincts wanting to surface but she managed to keep them at bay. She had to remind herself that Johnny wouldn’t be to stupid, he wouldn’t break their code and risk the deals they had in place...otherwise she may not be able to keep her usual composure.

Everything about Joel told her that he would have zero issue holding back anything if they hurt or killed his brother. She sighed, trying to stop her mind from racing too far ahead.

“Then we best get there quicker.” Annie said as she picked up speed, Joel keeping up and moving with a predatory intent. It was about halfway to their destination that the brooding man piped up again.

“Now, how is it that you know these people?” He asked with an ironic, atleast to Annie, amount of accusation in his tone.

“Now isn’t the time.” She retorted, knowing the full story of how she brokered deals and peace with the three raiding communities nearby would take too long, and that them going into such ramblings would only alert them of their approach. Joel, however, didn’t seem to be having any of that.

“I need to know the danger my brother is in.” He informed her more firmly, threatening. Annie huffed as she stopped in her tracks, Joel taking a few steps ahead of her before turning around to stare at her with anger and frustration.

“Do we also need to talk about how you were going to fucking jump me? Kill me and take what’s mine? Hmn?” She barked at him, Joel stuttering for a moment on his previously venomous words. “Didn’t think so—so how about you shut the fuck up and let me save your brother from your dumbass decision.”

She marched on, happily leaving the man behind her, wondering why the hell she even decided to help him in the first place while begrudgingly knowing she was in too deep now to turn her back on the man’s, potentially, innocent brother.

Thankfully, either by respecting her words or having nothing good to say, Joel remained silent until she signaled for them to stop. They were close, and Annie knew taking a few steps forward would only bring them into line of sights. Considering Joel’s...aura, she thought it best he stay behind.

She would try to remember to appreciate the fact that he did.

“You took my guy.” Annie called out after a few paces past Joel, immediately hearing a few rustled footsteps and whispers from the guards before even coming into the clearing in front the entrance of the raiders building. “I get it, mistakes happen...you didn’t know, right?” She calmly asked, purposefully exaggerating putting her rifle onto her back. “You all know I mean no trouble unless you bring it—so, gentlemen and gentlewomen, whatcha havin’?”

There was a heaviness that lingered in the quiet that followed Annie’s words.

Until one of them finally managed to gather the courage to speak up.

“We, uh, we d-didn’t know he was one you’re p-protecting.” He stammered a meager defense.

“I know, so just hand him over unharmed.” There was a stir among them at the word, Annie grimacing immediately. “What did you do?” Her tone shifted, darker, and she could hear rustling from the trees that was Joel fixing to charge, but she shot out a hand and the sound stopped.

“We didn’t want him runnin’” The same one fumbled through their words.

“He dead?” Annie shouted.

“No!” The guard quickly answered back. “I, uh, I think Johnny had him hurt badly though.” Annie grumbled under her breath—of the three to get caught by, Johnny had to be the worst. Not that either of her new acquaintances would know, or probably agree, they were lucky Tommy wasn’t straight up killed that night.

“Bring Tommy to me now, bring me enough supplies to not piss me off for hurting him and tell Johnny he fucking owes me—if he doesn’t agree then tell him to come fucking talk to me myself. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am!” The guard yelled and she heard scuttering around the lookouts to know that there were still gunners fixated on her. Slowly, Joel emerged from cover to stand beside her.

“He’s with me.” Annie called out, thinking it obvious but not wanting to take a chance with these idiots.

“What the hell was that?” Joel muttered quietly to her.

“Perhaps, instead of asking me stupid questions, you ask yourself if you got me wrong, Joel.” Annie muttered back at him, hearing the man grunt his way back into silence. Not long after the main gates opened up with four people exiting, two carrying one between them and the last carrying a few packs of supplies.

Once they entered through some light, Annie could see it was two guards carrying an unknown man—Tommy, she suspected—who had a very broken leg. No bone sticking out, but it wasn’t good and they were too far away to carry him back with just her and Joel; who was about to charge at the men once he was able to see what Annie saw. Immediately she stuck out a hand and pressed it against the man’s firm and, noticeably, muscular chest, preventing him from moving forward.

“Johnny!” Annie called out, the men stopping in their tracks. Shortly after a short and staunchly man emerged from the front entrant.

“What! What! I gave you what you asked for!” He proclaimed, his sleezy words and ways always showing in the way he walked.

“I can’t carry him.” She retorted, her tone taunting and implying the man was stupid for asking or thinking there wasn’t an issue here.

“Use your new boy-toy, here.” Johnny joked, Annie repressing a smile as she could feel Joel press against her hand to move forward, the feeling of a rumble in his chest without hearing one.

Different man with slightly different circumstances, and she would have been incredibly hot and bothered by it.

“Don’t fuck around, Johnny. Your two men can carry him on a stretcher back to my place—I can’t risk him getting further injured, you understand? Otherwise it’s going to be your people who suffer the fucking consequences. Capiche?” Johnny stamped his foot like a child at Annie’s words and demands.

“Fuuuuuck—fine. Whatever, just...don’t take it out on our trades, okay? I got pretty fucked up—”

“Drugs?” Annie barked, stepping past the guards and Tommy to look Johnny straight in the face. He was young, a kid in her eyes, but he was ruthless to get to the top so young—yet stupid because of his age. Wasted potential, Annie though to herself with a grimace. “You really going to fuck around with that, Johnny? Like the others wont be vultures and rip you apart? Protect your people or step the fuck down if all you want to do is escape.”

They stood eye to eye for a moment, Johnny trying to look tough, brave, and probably still a bit fucked up on drugs, while Annie was just pissed and impatient.

This wasn’t meant to be her night. She had her dinner on the table, now cold, a glass of lovely pinot on the table, the bottle still open and getting stale and a great book waiting for her on the couch with her blankets. Yet here she was, dragging some asshole Hunter through the woods to find his brother, who has a fucking broken leg, and getting tested by fucking Johnny and needing to now teach him a fucking life lesson.

Would it ever end? Was a day’s peace in the apocalypse asking for a fucking miracle?

Johnny finally broke their gaze.

“Yeah, okay...thanks’ Annie—I appreciate you always setting me straight.” Annie couldn’t help but smile, seeing the kid flash through the hardened 23 year old’s expression.

“Yeah, well...make sure it doesn’t always have to be me, eh?” She reinforced, Johnny nodding and waving a hand of agreement in defeat, sending her off in her direction while turning back to re-enter his place.

Annie grabbed the two packs as the guards gently placed Tommy on the stretcher. She proceeded to slam the two packs firmly into Joel’s chest.

“You can carry this.” She said with a light, almost playful, shove—undeniably enjoying shoving and ordering around the grumpy, potentially psychotic, man. “C’mon.” She ordered the men behind her as the 3 of them followed her back to her stead.

When they were a well enough distance away from the base, Joel seemingly having gathered his thoughts away from his brother for a moment, walked up to be next to Annie.

“How exactly did you—”

“Wow, it’s a wonder how you survived so long without being able to shut your trap.” Annie immediately grumbled to the man beside her, she would answer all of his endless fucking questions once they were inside and away from the raiders who would happily blab about anything they heard from her lips.

Joel just grunted himself into silence once more, but Annie would swear when later asked about the night she met Joel, that he seemed amused more than annoyed in that moment.

The rest of the journey was standard and silent, except for the few grunts from Tommy—seems like they used some of their drugs on the guy themselves, but...from the way he looked and breathed, it seemed like it was, thankfully, enough to help him sleep and not feel pain without causing him to keel over.

The men rested Tommy gently onto her dining table—her cold meal still on the kitchen counter, she was sure. Her ‘dining’ table had been more of an ‘operation’ table since she took over the estate from Pedro.

“Go, eat the food on the plate and enjoy the wine as a thank you.” She instructed the raiders with a nod towards her kitchen, the two men not needing any further instructions before chowing down on some finer foods. “You,” she called out to Joel, whose attention had turned to the raiders, “steady his leg like this while I go get supplies.”

“They okay—” He was about to ask but the look on Annie’s expression stopped him dead in his tracks.

“When will you just accept to trust me in this moment? They’re fine. They’ll eat and leave, trust me.” Annie paused and watched Joel, waiting for him to give her more than a grunt. Thankfully, he gave her a small and simple nod—good enough.

She returned with her supplies and immediately got to work, not hesitating to boss Joel around, answering all of his constant fucking inquiries.

“What are you checking for?”

“Internal bleeding.” She retorted with a single tone, her focus on trying to make sure she properly reset his brother bone. “Sometimes it’s easier with a clean break through the skin, cause then I can see better but...nowadays that usually means they bleed out.”

“So, what—you some kind of fuckin’ doctor?”

“For animals.” Annie muttered but she seemed to offend Joel with her response.

“You calling us animals?” He asked angrily, Annie looking up at him suddenly and with a heavy dose of shock and concern.

“No. I was a vet—doctor for animals. Jeeze, you’re fucking something...” Annie trailed off as she looked back to Tommy, now checking the rest of his vitals. “fucking asshole, my god.” She muttered to herself.

“I heard that.” Joel warned but did nothing else.

“Good.” Annie firmly replied. “Maybe it will knock some sense into’ya.” He grumbled but left her to her work in silence—a very welcomed sound. “He’ll be fine, just need to watch for any bruising that might show. Let him rest there and we move him tomorrow—I just need to prepare one of the rooms down here for him.”

Annie cleaned up her tools, gathering them so she could go sanitize them properly in the bathroom she had designated as her ‘sterile room’—the best she could make it atleast.

Joel, like a lost puppy, followed her.

“If you’re a vet, how do you know how to operate on people?” He asked her, drawing a large sigh from her lips.

“Books, guides...practice.” She added the last one grimly. “The fact that I can perform surgery, on a mammal, puts be above the majority of people left in this world. I’m...quite simply, the only option. Thankfully, the groups around me see that—it’s partly why I can speak to them the way I do, to answer your previous question.” She shot a glance back at Joel, who tried to look indifferent to her words.

“Got it.” He added firmly, sounding distant or uninterested, despite being the one asking the damn questions.

“Just watch your brother and tell me if you see any bruising. His healing is going to take a few months, probably three to six, especially if you are wishing for him to rehabilitate so you can continue on your leisurely and murderous strolls.” She flashed a sarcastic grin, Joel huffing disapprovingly and looking away from her. “So, buckle up princess, cause you are going to owe me months of manual labour for two people...and I ain’t shy from being bossy.” She added with a smile, Joel immediately rolling his eyes.

“I can tell.”

[gargrizzled]

You like Borderlands👀👀👀👀👀 I don't know what you ship but any will doooo

Yesss I've yet to play Tales and only played a little of 3 but!! Hello, Mordecai, Axton and Timothy main here, I'm stupid for the weird Mad Max space world ~

Anyway since it's free game here's a few off the top of my head!

Max Caster x MJF

Questionable ethics of Caster's aggressive flirting aside this is... oddly lovely? I hope they don't abandon it, though it seems like they currently are which I think is why they'redoing us a dirty? It tickles my itch of one-sided pining!

Timothy Lawrence x Mad Moxxi

So fun fact this one is quite literally one of 3 whole ships I would confidently say are my OTPs? Across all my fandoms?

I don't know how. I don't know why. Maybe it's the initial one-sided pining - my kryptonite! Maybe it's that delicious girlboss/malewife vibe. Maybe it's 'oh wow she's even cuter without the makeup' - or the 'I didn't even you fool you a little?' 'Not once' - almost like the masks and characters others see them as doesn't matter to them and they could have the opportunity to be themselves around each other if they ever allowed it - HNNNGHH

In honor of certain mutuals (you know who you are) - Hook x Danhausen

I'll be honest, I never got to see much of them? I started watching AEW again at the buildup to DoN 2022, at the tail end of their fued/friendship. But I would LIKE to see more of it. I also admire the dedication and creativity that the little community surrounding this pair seem to have, and have some fics on a watch later. I can dig it with some coercion.

And for the wild card... Christian x Diamond Dallas Page (They had a program for like 5 minutes in 2002 and I'm... a lil obsessed atm)

They are HILLARIOUS to me. There's only like, 3 ever segments of them! But their dynamic was gold! Therapist tries to save his doucebag client from going off the deep end, with the power of positivity, smiling, and yoga? They could've kept this going for way longer! There is a single fic of them, and it's one I can't even read?

Well not for long, mark my words

[la-duvalin]

Innocent Or Not.

It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, nor scar thout wither skin of hers than snow. And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.

Othello Act 5 Scene 2

Warnings: Jealousy, angst, porn with little plot, darkfic, noncon, dubcon?, mentions of plans of murder, physical fight, noncon due to jealousy, forced orgasms, noncon fingering, p in v penetration, bitting kink, forced submission, possessiveness, mature language, mentions of religion, blasphemy, bleeding from injuries, blood kink, nipple play, spitting, dacryphilia, breeding kink-ish, praying in inappropiate moment.

Just in case: I do not justify anything that happens in my fic in real life nor do I agree with it happening, this is just a piece of fiction! If you don´t like this type of content don´t read and don´t judge!!

This a self insert as indicated so it'll be written in 1st person with she/her pronouns, however no exact physical descriptions are included except for the fact reader is AFAB Aclarations: It´s not Pedro Pascal exactly or any of his characters, it´s more like Pedro playing Othello!

This is for the Midsummer´s Night Writing Challenge hosted by @get-your-fics

Word Count: 2663 atm

—Who's there? Othello?— my voice comes out raspy as his stealthy presence wakes me up.

—Yes, it's me—

—Will you come to bed, my lord?— I ask with hope, things have not been great for us lately, far from it, so my hope goes towards at least having a peaceful night with him and for us to rest from all the drama.

—Have you prayed tonight?—

—Yes I have, my lord— I lie, I´ve never really been religious and I stopped praying to his God and believing a long time ago, however for him I´ve been willing to pretend and act convincingly.

—If you remember now any of the crimes you haven´t asked for forgiveness yet, I suggest you pray to the heavens for it immediately—

—What do you mean by that? Crimes?— I am fully awaken from my slumber now, confusion and fear making my heart race rapidly, knowing yet not accepting that our fights are to continue now.

—Don´t pretend innocence with me! Now get on your knees and pray, it won´t kill you...however it might actually kill you if you don´t do it— his tone if filled with anger, without having to raise his voice at me he makes me know how furic he is at me.

—Wait what? Kill me? Is this some kind of threat now? So this is how far you have allowed this whole situation to go, huh— Now I´m getting angry as well, leveling up with my fear.

He just stares at me with an intimidating gaze, they accomplish what he is trying, I feel intimidated however this time I decide that it won´t paralyze me, the need to talk back wins in me, I won´t submit willingly to him again even if it´s the worst mistake I make in my life.

—For a moment I wanted to think you were refering of God taking my life, but...— I start with a little smirk as if I was joking —but deep inside me I know that´s not true. I´ve never feared no man the way I fear you my darling, and even with this I decided to love you from the beginning, your anger has always paralyzed me with fright since the first time I saw you like that...— I finish, already giving up in trying to reason with him and convince him to just drop it.

—Think of your sins— he says, completely dimsissing what I just told him. This only allows me to know that my words have affected him no matter how well he´s hiding it.

—So that´s how you want it to be...okay then. I haven´t commited any "sins" nor "crimes", I´m tired of you accusing me of this! No I´m not lying to you, and no, I´m definitely not fucking Cassio, I don´t even have a thing for him! If loving you is a sin then fucking send me to hell, Jesus H Christ man! I will not allow you to keep disrespecting me like this Othello— I raise my voice at him as I get out of bed and stand right in front of him only inches away, staring right into his eyes. I´m scared yet I don´t let that stop me from finally speaking my mind.

—Blasphemer! Stop lying to me, there is no use of lies now for I have proof of your sin! I know what I saw! It was my- —

—No shut it! I don´t care what you think you saw, I know who and what I am. I am a woman incapable of betraying the man she loves, that means you!— I say stern yet not screaming, wishing only to be heard at least.

—You´re breaking my heart...— he whispers.

—And you´re breaking mine! You are breaking me!—.

One of his hands grabs me by the throat and starts choking me, yet he´s not using the strength it´d require to actually kill me or anyone, it´s more of a warning and a threat.

—You could banish me away from this land, yet you insist on actually killing me...— I struggle to say, my hand holding his not trying to open his, just holding it gently —but you will regret doing so once you find out I´m an innocent, and even a fool for loving a man so blind of the truth...— my other hand sctratches his face, my long nails burying themselves in his flesh, blood pouring out of the trail I´m making.

He yelps in pain, releases me and covers his face, his blood now staining his hand.

—I´ll give you another chance to reconsider— I gasp between coughs as I try to catch my breath. I´ve never felt so afraid before, tears run down my cheeks due to the desperation, my whole body trembles is if it were freezing.

Will I really allow him to kill me? Am I willing to let him own my life by giving him the right to take it from me? No...I cannot, I should fight, I must!! But...I love him, how else to prove him of that? No! Stop! I must not let this happen! For love...I must put a stop to this no matter how...

While he´s still distracted with his well deserved pain I grab the knife I´ve hidden underneath the mattress and hide it under the sleeve of my nightgown.

Once "recovered" from the pain I caused he stares at me in awe and walks closely towards me, retaking the positions we were taking before he attacked me, he towers over me.

—I will kill you...however I will not allow you to go as another man´s woman, you will be mine again!—

It all happens so quickly I barely have time to react, even less time to process what´s happening.

He grabs me by the shoulders and throws me to the bed immediately straddling my hips and holding my wrists on top of my head with one of his hands making the knife under my sleeve cut through my skin and going to a side. I start kicking and try to move my torso and arms abruptly, but no matter my strenght and the adrenaline running through my veins he is just stronger and heavier than me. I know it, I´m now at his mercy and he is to do with me as he pleases, my quickly made plan of stabbing him if he tried killing me and running away, my hope just torn apart...and he hasn´t even begun.

—Don´t do this! You don´t know what you´re doing, you´ll regret it Othello, hear me!— I scream not yet ready to give up completely.

His other hand grabs the hem of my nightgown and stains it with his blood, he rips the think fabric easily, exposing my bare breasts to him. His face goes towards my neck and bites so hard his teeth bore into my skin, marking me. When he draws back he just stares at me, his lips covered with my blood now.

—It will hurt less if you stay still, darling— he hisses the pet name, giving me another mark on my collarbone, making it hurt more. He lifts his hips to leave a bit of space, his hand going between us and groping between my thighs, making pressure right on my clit, moving his fingers in circles.

As much as it hurts to admit, him forcing me to feel pleasure is not the only thing that is making me feel good...

His bites slowly turn to kisses all over my breasts, sucking my skin and marking it, leaving a trail of my blood wherever his lips touch. It´s in this moment when I realize I´m not fighting anymore, my body isn´t trying to get away, it´s just squirming in response to the pleasure and pain he provokes. My pleads for mercy have also stoped and became replaced by gasps and muffled moans when he starts licking my nipples and biting them with a rare gentleness.

—I told you, it hurts less when you stay still and let it happen, after all there´s no stopping what has to happen.— he says mockingly as he continues to tear my the rest of the fabric covering me, immediately after that his hand returns to my pussy, rubbing my lips together so they rub against my clit. His other hand freeing my wrists to grab my face instead and force my mouth open, spitting in it.

—You are mine, your pleasure is mine, your pain is mine...mine and no one else´s—. With that being said he takes the knife out of my sleeve, making another cut on my skin but this time it was on purpose. As I yelp in pain he throws the weapon to the floor and far away from us both. —Now not even you will be able to take away what´s rightfully mine— he hisses

I didn´t even notice how wet my pussy is, but he did, once it started to drip and as he rubbed my wetness spread to my lips and his fingers, making one of his fingers "accidentally" slide in. —That was so easy, you really are a whore! Then...I should make you only my whore!— that last sentence was said with biterness, that destructive biterness and jealousy that got him to this point.

Without haste one of his fingers went inside me, curling and touching that sweet spot that made me lose the little control I had.

—No! Please don´t! I beg you, please just stop!— I cry out in shame, I wanted him to stop no matter how good it felt. I put one of my hands on his chest as if trying to push him away while the other one went to his hand between my thighs trying uselessly to push it away as well.

His finger only went faster, hitting that spot harder, pushing me to the edge. I can´t even control the embarrassing moans coming out of me, and the sounds that his fingers were making inside me only added to my shame, I can hear how wet I am.

—You don´t get to tell me what to do, a sinner doesn´t get to make requests for their God— he laughs out, not getting my hands out of his way, he sees right through me, pretending to fight but enjoying the sensations he makes me have, all of this he finds amusing. Releasing my face to accommodate himself better, his forearm now besides my head standing his weight there and on his knees so he can lift his hips better than before, giving more space to both of our hands between us, his face inches away from mine.

As I feel my orgasm build I try my best to resist it and not allow it to happen, I really try and even contain my moans and gasps.

—Aww, don´t think I don´t see what you´re doing, darling...let´s see how long you last trying, shall we?— he says with a little kiss on the tip of my nose tenderly.

I was holding it well enough...or so I believed, right when I thought I was doing well and had managed to have myself under control, I come undone, moaning almost screaming, my legs shaking and my toes curling, I almost felt like if my legs were going to cramp, my back arches making my breasts rub against his chest and that little stumulation of my nipples against his clothes don´t help my current state. My mind just goes blank, I can only feel the pain of his bites still present and the overwhelming pleasure, everything else is just like if it didn´t exist, just this confusing moment with the man I loved now almost gone, almost like if it were a monster instead of a man.

I lose sense of time, I know I am coming down from my high yet I fail to at least aproximate how long has been, my mind is still vague, I try to speak but I can´t form a coherent sentence, I barely have awareness of my surroundings but I still feel him get off of me, luckly for him I can´t run even if I actually wanted to.

As I regain consciousness I see him sitting next to me with a devilish grin on his face just staring at me, his eyes all over me like if he was admiring his own work of art.

The shame and embarrassment kicks in again, I cover my face and start crying.

—Oh don´t cry, it´s okay to get dumb when the only man with the right of owning you makes you come like the slut you are— he shushes in a calming and comforting voice making the perfect contrast with his words.

I feel him get up from the bed but I don´t even bother to look at him, I feel too overwhelmed but this time with guilt and sadness, trying to process what just happened, wanting to convince myself it didn´t just happen, but when the cold air comes through the open window of our bedroom and hits against my naked body and cooling the wetness between my legs spread all over my pussy it makes my mind stick to the truth.

Next thing I know he´s on top of me again, his hips between my legs, his hard and aching cock already out and positioned near my entrance, his hands taking my wrists and pinning them against the mattress.

—No! Please! You´ve already done enough! You don´t need to do this! Please my lord, I beg you! I´ll do what you ask, I´ll pray and beg for forgiveness for my sins!— I say desperately between sobs.

—Oh yeah? Good...— he replies in a low tone, rubbing his cock against my clit. —Start praying then— he comands and thrusts inside me in an abrupt motion.

It was easy for him to slide inside but the stretch his cock makes hurts, he didn´t prepare me properly for this and it was of course his intention.

—I told you to start praying, didn´t I?—

It doesn´t take long for him to start moving slowly but hard, pushing my cervix harshly with each thrust.

—O-our father, Who art in heaven...hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy...will be done on earth as it is on heaven...Give us our daily bread; and forgive us...our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass us...and lead us not into temptation, but deilver us from evil. Hail Mary, full of grace. Please Lord! Forgive me from my sins and crimes, I beg for your forgiveness and mercy!— I scream between moans, yelps and gasps. It felt more like I was praying at my husband instead of his God, it most likely was.

—See? It wasn´t so hard was it? You did good, darling— he says, repeting his comforting voice but now mixed with grunts and low moans.

He kisses my temples with sweetness, like he always did before every time after telling me he loves me.

Without warning I come undone again, I didn´t even feel it bulding up this time it just happened, making me squeeze around him as my hips move against my will at the same pace he´s moving.

—That´s it! My perfect whore doing just good!— he praises with a grunt, my orgasm helping him aproach his own, already close to it. —Now take all of me as I mark you as mine, be completely mine as you were always meant to be—. He comes undone, thrusting one more time and spilling his load inside.

He doesn´t get out of me, he doesn´t want to risk his come spilling out of me.

—You are to never be his again...— he says threatening, looking directly at my eyes with such darkness and satisfaction in his stare. —Maybe...it´s not your life the one I have to take...— he finishes his sentence with a hungry kiss on my lips, something he hasn´t given since everything started.

[blueeandyellowmakesgreen]

no head thoughts empty just S5 being an ctual coming of age. so will and the other kids are prob liek 17 on last year of high school. they´re all friends and there is no supernatural monster to hunt them down. el dumped mike´s ass and now they´re real friends. she spends her days doing things she likes. we get more scenes of her and the rest of the party. with lucas and dustin. also dustin is def the hellfire boss by now. he´s well know by everyone and has he option to be more of a smart ass. but also about el. max and her reunite and are besties again. lucas stays in basketball bc he deserves to try new things without his friends being douches abt it and them understanding his experience and own personal troubles. also the new team is not filled with shitheads. and all the party goes to his games. will makes him signs. and he el and max are always making the most noise and cheers. also. max´s wounds have healed and is now she´s more open with her friends and finds that vulnerability doesn´t mean weakness. also el who´s trying to find new things to entartain herself learns barille with max. also max and mike are kind of besties now. agressive besties. the kind of besties that have a dicthing class schedule just to talk shit on the school parking lot by themselves. also. mike. yeah. he goes for a super identity crisis after el dumps his ass. and though he gets over el. he´s still figuiring things out two years later. bc he´s mike. and max definetly makes fun of him over it. even though she doesnt really specify. after all they are agressive besties. so yeah. mike´s a little confused but with max being kind of his comfort friend atm he can kind of trust her. she´s more open minded and feels like they have a lot on common. even though they won´t say it. also. speaking of mike´s confusions. will. even though they are friends atp. they still don´t completly get their shit together. and since now they understand. the whole party. that they can try new things out without bretraying the party of some sort. so will gets into new clubs and makes new friends cough cough robin. this is again super cool with everyone. if everyone made friends so can will so there´s no betraying here. but mike´s mike. and he´s oblivious. and probably won´t stfu abt it with max. still. I imagine will finally getting to share his gay teenage experience with robin. they talk and hang out. they watch movies and aren´t scared to say when they thinks one of the same sex characters are attractive. also. even though it´ll be kind of hard. I imagine them being able to connect with other queer people of hawkins. hell. even going to parties. also. fun scenario where the first gay club in indiana opens up and robin and him sneak out just to experience that together. just will getting to be with people who can understand his experience. let him have fun. and let mike get him home from a underground gay party and have his own realization when he sees girls and guys making out under bisexual lighting with sweet dreams playing in the backround. give me them having their jancy halloween party-roadtrip moment. let them be teenagers. anyways gn.

this is MY ideal s5

[midnightcreator12]

Playing around with a TMNT Star Wars AU.

Still VERY much a WIP but atm, BUT he’s what’s rattling in my brain so far for the story.

The Kraang are a race that are set up in wild space. They do experiments based more in genetic modification and mutation to make soldiers (like Kaminoans, but muating instead of cloning) They had planed to swoop in with an unstoppable army of mutant super soldiers and wipe out both the Separatists and the Republic and take the system for themselves.

Splinter was originally a human Jedi Shadow who was captured by the Kraang. They extracted DNA samples from Splinter to use in other experiments before splicing Whomp Rat dna into Splinter. The idea was to test if it would be faster to have force sensitive soldiers via mutating animals or mutating already trained Jedi.

As for Splinter’s DNA samples, they were spliced into two young turtles (loggerheads, since that’s the closest species I can find that is similar to the only canon turtles in star wars) These two would become Leo and Mikey.

Prior to Splinters capture, Raph and Donnie were mutated from normal turtles using Zabrak DNA. This makes Raph and Don the older siblings of the turtles.

At some point, Splinter manages to escape and to cause chaos, he pretty much opens all the doors in the lab and lets the mutant rampage. During his escape he come across the turtles. He can sense Leo and Mikey’s connection to the Force and Raph and Donnie are curled protectively over their baby brothers. So, Splinter scoops up all four tots and takes them with him.

By the time Splinter escapes the Empire has already risen to power, so the Hamato Clan hunkers down (either on an outer rim world or go place to place on a ship dubbed The Lair.) And when the boys all get to their teens they basically bully Splinter into letting them join the rebellion.

More Random Bits;

- All four turtles have high Midi-chlorian, but Leo and Mikey are the only two that can easily access the Force. This is, obviously, a point of tension sometimes.

- Roughly, Raph and Don are about two years older than Mikey and Leo and it took Splinter a year post mutating to escape. So when Splinter gets the kids, Raph and Donnie are about 3 and Leo and Mikey are about 1.

- Splinter has never even considered being a dad so he messes up a lot. Mostly in regard to the amount of attention each child gets. Leo and Mikey get the majority of his attention in the early days when he’s still figuring out how to dad. Unconsciously, he favors the two kids who are connected to him the most. Raph and Donnie but heads with him a lot in early days, Raph because of his anger and gun-ho attitude and Donnie because of his heavy reliance on tech.

- Splinter is a very traditional Jedi, despite his rank as a Shadow. He tries to impart the same traditions and ideals on his sons. It works fine for Leo but the rest have personalities that contradict the jedi orders ways strongly. Raph is angry and passionate, emotions on his sleeve type of guy. Mikey is in the same vain, only his passion is more rooted in a lust for life and love. Donnie’s scientific and analytical mind meshes poorly with the more spiritual sides of the Jedi Order and his lack of the Force doubles his resistance to it.

- There is no official leader to the group. Donnie and Raph don’t know which on of them is older so they trade off who is oldest depending on the situation. But when they join the rebellion they unanimously vote Leo as the leader of their team and Raph as the second in command.

(fyi, Splinter is NOT a bad dad in this AU. He struggles at first but he’s mostly worked out the kinks in his parenting by the time the turtles join the rebellion)