#i just wanted to design mikeys some partners

[tangledinink]

while we're on the subject of partners for the boys--

[purplepixel]

What if the turtles were in the pokemon world? And what if they were never turtles, but in fact, mutated pokemon? What if they lived in the Castelia sewers of Unova instead of New York?

Meet my Rise/Pokemon AU!! Waaaah this has been on my mind for MONTHS now. Pokemon is that one fixation that'll never leave me. I'm THAT pokemon fan that knows WAAAAY too much about the games and lore. For those that don't know,

Raph is Drednaw

Leo is Wartortle

Mikey is Torkoal

Donnie is Lapras

Yes. They are all shiny. I started with raph, since him as drednaw is pretty much a no brainer. The shiny form fit too well with him and his color scheme. Than I realized if I made him shiny, I had to make the other bros shiny as well so THEY ALL SHINY. (draxum shiny hunter confirmed?) Also dual rock typing fits well with raph's character.

Wartortle for leo was also a pretty obvious choice. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM. Long flowy tail? Yes please. I had to keep his markings somehow. Wartortle has little dark cheek spots, so I just changed them to be leo's markings. Water typing leo. Go with the flow, think on the spot, it worked out too well.

Torkoal for Mikey was another easy one. Fire turtle? Passionate, warm, also DANGEROUS (he can be a menace ok) Say no more. His powers in rise are already pyro related. Also having him shiny helped a lot with the color scheme. Torkoal is normally orange so having mikey be the yellow shiny form meant I didn't have to mess with his mask colors

Donnie on the other hand....OHHH BOI I STRUGGLED WITH YOU. I went through 4 DIFFERENT POKEMON, before deciding on the least turtle like of them all. I am aware that we do have a softshell pokemon with enamorous, but it's a legendary so thats not happening. But it was really important for me to keep donnie's soft shell and battle shell. I wanted this to be a RISE au and donnie's battle shell is pretty tied into his character. (there's also tirtouga which I almost went with, but I didn't like that both he and raph shared the exact same dual typing) Soooo, Lapras. Its more of a loch ness monster but it also draws inspiration from a placochelys (prehistoric seaturtle esque species) so IM COUNTING IT. Very unconventional but I have my reasons. Ice typing is a good offensive type, but is pretty bad defensively. Which ties into rise donnie's fighting style. If I wasn't a coward, I wouldve made donnie the biggest of the bros. Since lapras is like 8 feet tall compared to the others being like 1-3 feet. But uhhh, I swear I have an in universe explanation for why he's so small ok.

And than there's April. She is not a pokemon trainer in this au. At least not in the traditional sense. I've been with pokemon for all of my 26 years of life, and I always wanted to know what the normal people of the pokemon world are up to. Not everyone is out here collecting gym badges, travelling, or catching them all. How do non-trainers interact with the pokemon world? So that's where I'm at with April. She will get a pokemon partner, but other than that, she's just an average high schooler who befriended the turtles from a young age and takes part in all their shenanigans. I took some design elements from rosa and hilbert with her outfit, but otherwise its pretty much the same.

We'll see how far I'll take this. I've been using this as a break from my many other projects, but like everything I do, it grew too many legs and is slowly becoming its own thing.

[terrah-lee]

So part of me wanted to wait to post this until I was willing to do more than the most basic of shading ever on Mikey and Donnie’s tails… but I wanna talk about my boys so fuck that lmao.

The boys!! You can probably guess which ones are Mikey and Donnie, but for the other two: left is Leo, right is Raph.

I had so much fun trying to design these guys while trying to combine a couple of *very* heavily patterned animals. Raph in particular was difficult, because most Lionfish are red. You’d think that would be great since he’s the red guy, but every time I tried to think about going that route it just… didn’t look great. The current design does have red in it, but it’s not so in your face.

Now random facts Time!

Raph:

he’s a 22 year old, 6’4” tank of a mutant who loses like 80% of his intimidation factor when he lets his brother cling to him like geckos

He has two partners: Sol and Mona; Mona is pretty self explanatory, but Sol is a male OC that was created by complete accident and wouldn’t leave

If not already obvious, the guy is bi

He tends to act as both an older brother and a bit of a parent to his younger siblings since he is not only seven years older than them, but was only found by Splinter when he was 17

Raph isn’t actually a ninja and does not have the usual color-coded bandana or his sais

He can do a bunch of knife tricks though

This also means he doesn’t patrol, but for certain reasons this… isn’t really a bad thing

Leo:

He’s the second oldest at 15 and 5’6”; he’s probably hiding behind Raph anytime they’re in public

Yes, he does have a crush on a certain rabbit that he goes to school with

He has some pretty bad social anxiety, so while he’s great at planning and does “lead” on patrols it’s usually Donnie and Mikey doing most of the talking when necessary

Plays a lot of video games— he has every high score in that household

He also spends a lot of time taking care of plants with Raph and Splinter

Mikey:

14 years old and 5’4”; do not leave him and his twin Donnie unsupervised for too long or something *will* blow up

The fastest out of all of them even if only by a tiny margin over Donnie

Loves chemistry— yes, he and Donnie have made bombs

Very outgoing, but being nice and a menace are possible at the same time

Actually a very capable ninja and he’s most likely to split off on his own from the others

Donnie:

14 and 5’4” just like Mikey; probably the one you actually want to talk to if you like living

Quiet but confident; he might not approach you first but can and will talk your ears off if you get him going

Works with Mikey on a lot of his inventions, which leads to a lot of ah… hidden features

Has modified his bo partially out of necessity because while Raph is by far the strongest they all have a tendency to break normal weapons

Just do not piss this kid off he will hunt you and your family down for sport

[stuckonmain]

...Yeah. Friends.

 ROTTMNT Donatello x Yokai!reader

A loose part four to The Junkyard at the End of the World, Midnight Comics, and The Aftermath (And Normal Blueprint-maker Math).

(Part five is here)

This takes place in the bad timeline, a bit after the Krang invasion.

Some more solid bonding between Donnie and the reader- the banter was fun to write in this chapter. And forewarning....the chapter after this might start to get....grittier. But this one is mostly fluff outside of this Y/N's usual end of the world angst.

4k words

  ***

“Ow.” I said, flinching involuntarily. 

  “Sorry.” Donnie replied sheepishly, setting down the screwdriver. “I guess it’s already tight enough.”

  I smiled, pulling my arm off his work table to get a better look at the bracelet-looking-tech that mirrored his. 

  “This looks fantastic!” I grinned.

  “You think? Well wait till you turn it on!” He said, bouncing in his chair in excitement. “It’s an upgrade from the model I made for myself, obviously, because I had to waterproof it for you. And of course, I changed the design to match your whole…vibe a bit better, but if Micheal tells you that that was his idea, uh…he’s lying.”

  “Oh, right. Of course, Mikey had nothing to do with it.” I said, humoring him. “But seriously Dee, this rocks. Now I’ll stop losing my comm-link!” 

  “Oh, my dear dragon, this is so much more than just a comm-link.” Donnie grinned, leaning forward dramatically. “It is also able to keep you alert and aware of your surroundings by automatically scanning for creatures like the Krang. And it can chart maps of your locations. And it matches mine which makes us look like real lab partners, like the kind from movies. And you can use it to hack into any camera system in New York- except for the ones that I’ve put up that you don’t actually need to see from.” He took a breath, smiling smugly. “Boom! Cue applause.”

  I grinned, tapping the device to bring it to life. “That’s brilliant! How’d you even manage that? Don’t answer, I’m bad with software and I probably won’t understand. But dang! This is amazing! Thank you!”

  He nodded proudly, leaning back in his chair. “I know, I know, you’re welcome. I wouldn’t want to work in a lab with someone who doesn’t have awesome tech like me…lab partner.”

  I fist-bumped him. “Boom.”

  “Hey Donnieeee, (Y/N)..…” Said SHELLDON, hovering over us. “I finished loading the safe code.”

  Donnie and I grinned and walked towards the ‘safe project’ section of the lab. It was still in beta, obviously, but we’d located a high-tech locking system in Manhattan that we planned on building off of for the final. 

  In the meantime, Mom’s spells were locked in a normal safe that we’d booby-trapped. Only Mikey and I were supposed to have access to them, although I had my suspicions that Donnie had altered it to let himself in too. Not that it mattered, since Mikey was the only one of us who was actually able to do anything with the spells other than stare at them in silent defeat…

  I wished I knew how to make use of Mom’s magic. I had learned some of it as a kid, but the only skill I had mastered was the water summoning thing. Everything else had the unfortunate tendency to cause mass destruction, so Ma halted my training a year in. 

  There was some interesting biological stuff about how my 75% human DNA made my mental control over magic manipulation much more…volatile, and my capacity for the skill at all was questionable…obviously though, I needed more information to quote unquote ‘fully unlock my abilities’.

  In fact, that was why I had come to New York in the first place. After Mum died, I moved here to learn magic from grandpa in the Hidden City.

  Clearly, the best-laid plans of mouse, man, and Yokai-human hybrids have a tendency to go awry. 

  That was fine. I was still useful. Integral, even, if I wasn’t at least attempting to be modest.

  “And now…voila, we have an operational laser system.” Donnie grinned, snapping me out of my thoughts.

  “Unlike the last one?” I said, picturing the mess from last week.

  “Unlike the last one.” He confirmed. 

  “Excellent.” I beamed, looking at the lines of purple light. They would cause an alarm when touched, and/or slice right through you like a laser cutter depending on the setting. 

  It was a cliche trap, obviously, but the cliches were cliche-ed for a reason- it looked rad.

  “A bit excessive, I know, but it has pizazz, which was really the goal with this.” Donnie said proudly, tossing a sheet of paper into the beams and watching as it was sliced in two.

  “Lots of pizazz.” I echoed, flicking the main lights off to really experience being washed in the neon purple light.

  “Oh this is great.” I grinned. “Like a really dangerous dance party.”

  “Heck yeah. Another brilliant plan executed by yours truly!” Donnie exclaimed, doing a silly-looking victory dance.

  “Heyyy, I helped! I tightened the screws.” I said proudly. 

  “And you drew the concept art. I mean obviously said art was not entirely proportional and not to scale, but it looked cool, and now it’s real.” Donnie smiled.

  “Hm. I’m not gonna argue there.” I nodded, and did my own dumb-looking victory dance, smiling hard as I finished. 

  I was so glad that Donnie and I were really starting to feel like friends- in the weeks since our little heart-to-heart in the junkyard, I’d actually found myself having real fun working with him. Sure he was obnoxiously condescending at times, and yes maybe he wasn’t exactly a natural when it came to socializing with people, but he was genuinely fun to be around- even when we weren’t in the lab. 

  It was nice. Really nice. I hadn’t had an actual friend since I came to New York, so it was a feeling I had sorely missed.

  And Donnie wasn’t the only one- in the months since the Hamatos had arrived at the base, I had befriended his siblings too! It was really… nice, yeah.

  It was nice. 

***

  “Alright- Donnie, (Y/N), Mikey- you guys are on my team.” Leo said, standing on the table as he assigned missions.

  “Question- why are you on the table?” I asked, raising my hand.

  “Don’t worry about it.” Leo said dismissively.

  “Follow up- what exactly is ‘your team’ doing?” Donnie said, not bothering to raise his hand.

  “Bringing up the morale.” Leo said vaguely.

  “Care to clarify, Leon?” Mikey frowned.

  “Okay, okay.” Leo sighed. “Jeez. We’re…stealing microphones and speakers because I may or may not have promised a karaoke night this week.”

  “And why, pray tell, is that essential?” Donnie sighed.

  “Because- well, have you guys seen the state of everyone?”

  Donnie and I glanced at each other and shrugged. 

  “They seem normal enough?”

  “I mean, not really?” We said, talking over each other.

  Leo shook his head. “Your opinions don’t count, you’re always in the lab. Micheal, what are your thoughts?”

  Mikey nodded, glancing through the window to see multiple people crying. (I was positive  they hadn’t been there a second ago.) “I guess I see your point. I’m on board with Operation Karaoke, baby!”

  Donnie hummed. “I guess I do miss the joys of music…”

  I shook my head. “I still think this is non-essential, but hey, I’m always up for proving I’m easily the best singer here.”

  “Oh, ya think?” Said Leo, grinning. “Well I guess we’ll see how you fare up against Neon Leon.”

  I grinned back, crossing my arms. “Hm, I don’t know, sounds a little too easy.”

  “That’s the spirit!” Leo said, throwing an arm around my shoulders. “A karaoke Battle Nexus, what say you, men?”

  “Sigh. I’m clearly gONNA WIN!” Donnie said, grinning maniacally.

  “Oh yeah? I wouldn’t be too sure, Donald!” Mikey cackled, tossing his head back.

***

  “Hey (Y/N), what music do you usually sing for karaoke?”

  “Leon, I’m not answering that- that information is classified until the epic Karaoke Battle Nexus.” I scoffed, leaning over Donnie’s shoulder to read the map. “Uh…so what exactly is the plan here, Dee? ‘Cause it looks like we’re headed towards a school.”

  “Well, schools have PA systems. Colleges don’t, but other schools do. So we’re just gonna dismantle the speakers while my brothers find microphones, okay guys?” Donnie explained.

 “Actually Dee, I was thinking we should probably stick together this time.” Leo interrupted, smiling. “Obviously I wouldn’t want to deprave (Y/N) of my awesome face.”

  I snorted and punched him in the shoulder.

  “Scoff. Funny, Nardo. Now go get the microphones.” Donnie said.

  “No, no, I meant it. Let’s stick together, okay?” Leo said the last part in a whisper that he turned into a cough. “Just because…well, you know I trust you guys, but as the leader I’d just feel better if we kept groups to a minimum of three. It’s safer that way.” He sighed.

  And with the look in his eyes, I couldn’t help the wave of compassion that washed over me. Leo was what, 15-16? Why weren’t the adults handling this?

  Well…probably because the adults are stressed too. And confused.

  I sighed slowly, looking back at Leo. “You’re right. Fair enough, Commander Leon.”

  He smiled, poking Donnie. “See, (Y/N) gets it.”

  Donnie sighed and shoved him off. “Okay, okay, Leo wins again. Fine.”

***

  “Ooh.” Donnie muttered as we dragged the giant speakers back towards the tank.

  “Oh no.” Leo groaned.

  “What is it?” I grunted, glancing over at him.

  “So I may or may not have had an ulterior motive for coming here! Er, surprise.” Donnie grinned, setting down his speaker to dramatically swing open the door behind us.

  “Oh boy. Donald, what are you up to this time?” Mikey sighed.

  “Observe, dear Angelo, a room full of computers that are just waiting there, free to be taken by yours truly!” Donnie said, his voice taking on that theatrical tone again. 

  “Uh…do you have enough room in the lab for that-”

  “We definitely do not have enough room in the lab for that.” I said, cutting Leo off. “Bad, Tello. We have enough tech to last…well, a long time.”

  “But imagine all the free microchips!” He said, still starry-eyed.

  “No…although, I guess adding a few to storage wouldn’t be too bad…” I frowned, setting down my speaker. “Hm. Leon, what’re your thoughts?”

  Leo sighed. “There’s like really no arguing with him in this state. At least not without-”

  “Dr. Delicate Touch!” Mikey said, wiggling his eyebrows. (Eyebrow….muscles? Ridges? He didn’t draw them on like Donnie, so it was kind of up for interpretation…)

  “I’m sorry, what?” I said, registering his words. “What the hell is ‘Dr. Delicate Touch’?” 

  “Oh, you’ll see.” Mikey grinned dangerously, looking over to Leo.

  Leo gave a half-smile. “M’kay. Get our brother back.”

  “Oi!” Yelled Mikey, grabbing Donnie’s shoulders. “Getcha mind right, boy!” He shook him back and forth.

  Donnie shoved him off, scowling. “Fiiine. I’ll just take three, ‘Dr. Delicate Touch’. Which I say in quotes.”

  “See? Always works.” Mikey said proudly, leaning on his speaker.

***

  I spun around in the spinny chair and tried to embroider a print I had drawn onto my hoodie.

  I hadn’t worn hoodies much back in The Before Times, preferring to dress nice. My main outfits were dripping with aesthetics and intention back then, but now…well…I didn’t have the time or energy anymore. My skincare routine had gone to shit- it consisted of smearing a makeup wipe across my face, and even then, I forgot to do that too more often than not…

  Sigh. Anyways. I wore hoodies now. 

  But I did plan on wearing them in style. Thus, embroidery and patches and pins. It may not be as elegant as a turtleneck, but what was fashion in the apocalypse? That’s right- the comfiest clothes you can possibly find.

  (And occasionally armor, but that was a different story. I was actually having a lot of fun drawing up concept art for my future armor, but I digress.)

  “So…What’re you doing?” Said a voice by my face.

  I jumped, dropping my needle. “Jeez, Dee, how long have you been there?”

  He blinked. “Huh? Not long. I thought you knew I was here.”

  “No?” I said, flicking his shoulder. “Damn dude, learn to breathe louder. And I’m working on my hoodie.”

  He tilted his head. “Why does it need work? It looks pretty functional, clothing-wise.”

  “It’s boring. Look at it. It’s just boring and red, and it needs some…wow-factor.” I explained, before glancing at his plain purple hoodie. “Uh…no offense.” I added in a quiet voice, but it was too late. His eyes were already wide with theatrical shock.

  “Gasp, How could you say such things!” He exclaimed. “The hoodie is a garment that is perfect as is, it needs no embellishments, you- you witch!”

  I frowned. “Considering your dislike of witches, that one is…more hurtful than it would be from literally anyone else, dude.”

  “Scoff. It’s not my fault you have no fashion sense.”

  I flicked him again. “I just wanted to show my personality through clothing, Donatello. And check it out- admit it, it looks awesome.” I held up the hoodie with the newly embroidered yellow eyes all over.

  “Your personality is…eyes? Really (Y/N)?” He said flatly.

  “It’s mysteriousness. And Gravity Falls references.” I said, smirking.

  “What do eyes have to do with a cartoon from 2012?” He snorted,

  “Everything. But more importantly, they remind me of the Krang’s eyeball-tentacle-organic matter stuff, which is significant because the Krang are ruining my life and I want something to represent that. Ooh, that got heavy. Quick, say something nerdy to distract us.”

  “Ooh, I am so glad you asked me to say that. Did you know that the spiral pattern- AKA the Fibonacci Sequence- is repeated all over across organic things? The spiral is, for whatever reason, programmed in our minds to look appealing and balanced- and you see it in things from the smallest snail to the shape of our literal galaxy. The golden ratio is everywhere, (Y/N). Everywhere! It’s brilliant!” He grinned, spinning around in his chair excitedly. 

  “Woah. That’s actually really really cool.” I said, quirking an eyebrow. “Remind me to have you on my team for trivia night.”

  He smiled, calming down. “Admittedly your hoodie massacre is kind of cool too, even if it is a bit barbaric.”

  I scoffed. “You rarely wear clothes. Quit talking to me about fashion when I clearly have more experience in the field, Tello.”

  “Um, gasp? I’m brilliant at fashion.” He said, looking genuinely offended.

  “I’ve only ever seen you in that hoodie when it comes to clothes, unless you count those short-shorts and knee pads you and your brothers wear. Which I’m not counting.” I replied, unphased. 

  “Well obviously I haven’t needed to dress up now- it’s the end of the world for god’s sake- but believe me, my fashion sense is impeccable.”

  “A scientist and a fashionista, huh?” I teased. “Fancy yourself a renaissance man, Donatello?”

  “Yes, actually.” He said proudly.

  “Hm. No surprise there.” I scoffed, but the sarcasm was lost on him. I softened as I watched him smile, and set down my hoodie to nudge him. “You should let me embroider your hoodie though, Dee- then we’d match. You know. Like lab partners.”

  He smiled, rolling his eyes. “Oh. I suppose that is important…good point. I do appreciate uniformity in a workspace…” He tugged off his hoodie and folded it up. “But only if you add some purple to your hoodie. It’ll match the lab better.”

  “But of course.” I nodded, smiling as I scooped up his hoodie. “I promise, I’ll give you a cool design.”

  “You better. I only have four- if you screw it up, I’ll be down to three matching hoodies. And I’ll be mad.”

  “Fair.” I said, reaching for a pencil to sketch him a design.

***

  The hole in the sky was visible from the roof of Huo Hall.

  Man, did I miss the stars. 

  “So….I guess, in a way, I am in the sci-fi film you guys would have loved.” I said aloud, picturing my parents.

  I zipped up my hoodie- summer was quickly coming to a close, and the wind was growing colder day by day. 

  “It’s the apocalypse- aliens, not climate change, shockingly! And uh…my friends are all humans or mutant turtles! Bizarre, right? On the plus side, I haven’t needed to use my cloaking broach for months now- everyone is kinda used to this whole deal.” I said, waving towards my face. 

  “And people are dying, guys.” I said, ignoring the screams in the distance as per usual. “But there isn’t much we can do about that with our current resources…maybe a few months from now we’ll have the wherewithal to venture out on solid rescue missions, but right now, we’re just trying to keep morale as high as possible. That and housing as many humans and Yokai as we can manage…”

  My wrist tech beeped, and I unlocked it to see a video call by Donnie. 

  “Hey.”

  “Hey (Y/N)! Karaoke has started!” He grinned.

  I smiled. “Cool cool, on my way over. See you in a bit, Dee.” 

  I hung up, glancing over the city again. I wondered how much longer New York would look like New York rather than just an alien wasteland…

  And closer than the city was the village of tiny homes that we had constructed in July, where humans, Yokai, and mutants alike lived as peacefully and happily as they could manage. In fact, from my vantage point, there seemed to be a picnic going on by the campus fountain. Nice.

  Closer to Huo Hall sat the gardens that Michealangelo tended to. They were full of produce of all sorts, from tomatoes and carrots to pumpkin and squash. We were working on building an orchard of fruit nearby, but it would be a few years before the little saplings would produce anything. That was okay. We probably had the time.

  I clambered down the roof and onto my windowsill, from which I fell onto my bed.

  Time to get ready to dazzle at karaoke night, I thought with a smirk.

  I had one nice outfit left, which I threw on as quickly as possible. I was tempted to reach for my old beat up Doc Martens, but then I remembered that I didn’t need my cloaking broach. And without said broach, my claws would…definitely not fit into the shoes. 

  Cool cool. Lastly, I tossed on an old blazer and rolled the sleeves up to my elbows, and nodded at my reflection.

  “That’ll do.” I decided, and swung my door open to meet Donnie in the commons.

  The hallways were crowded as people talked and laughed loudly for the first time in months, and suddenly I believed Leo’s claim about ‘team morale’ a bit more. If I closed the curtains and hid the alien sky and wasteland outside, one could almost believe that we were at a fancy club or a music hall. 

  “(Y/N)! Hey, over here!” Waved April from next to the karaoke sign-up sheet.

  “Hey April! Hi Sunita!” I grinned, scooting next to them. “You guys plan on joining the ‘Karaoke Battle Nexus’?” I said, doing finger quotes. 

  “Heck yeah,” April smirked. “We’re gonna take you all down!” 

  Sunita smiled. “We’re gonna do a duet.”

  “Nice! What song?”

  “Lovely Night from Lalaland- I love that film, and April is kindly indulging me.” She grinned.

  “Oh, sweet.” I smirked, raising an eyebrow at April. She snorted and shoved me.

  “It’s not like that, (L/N)!”

  “I didn’t say anything!” I said innocently. (It was totally ‘like that’. I was sure of it.)

  And with a final smirk, I signed my name on the queue. “Annnnd…I have officially joined the lineup, dorks.” I said, giving the duo finger guns.

  “Ooh, you’re singing Bowie, eh (Y/N)?” Said Leo, sneaking up behind me.

  “Ah! Jeez. Yes, of course I am. It’s the apocalypse, I can’t not sing Bowie.” I said, regaining my composure.

  “Well I’mma sing Queen, because clearly I am one.” Leo smirked, writing his name on the list.

  “Clearly.” I echoed, taking in his ensemble. “Is that…an old Lou Jitsu jumpsuit?” (Where did he even get that?)

  “Uh, duh?” He grinned, striking a pose.

  “Ah yes, of course, of course.” I nodded.

  “Hey, (Y/N)!” Said Raph, waving at me. “You signing up for the open mic?”

  “Already did, my good sir.” I smiled. “How’s Boss doing?” I added, referring to his cat.

  “She’s doing great!” He grinned. “Mikey lent me some books about cats, which was really helpful.”

  “Rad! I’ll have to visit her sometime.” I said, glancing over his shoulder to see Dee manning the projector.

  “No fancy gadgets?” I said, sneaking up on him.

  “Ah! Hello, (Y/N), you’re here!” He smiled.

  “Nice clothes. I guess you do have some fashion sense sometimes.” I said, glancing at his outfit. It was shockingly nice looking, especially for someone who usually just wore a hoodie.

  “I know,” He said loftily, tilting his head back. “I told you I could look good.”

  “I admit, my doubt was misplaced. You win.” I shrugged, sitting on the bench next to the projector.

  “You look nice too, of course, but you already know that.” He said in a tone that would suggest unfriendly bluntness from anyone but him. From him, it was a solid compliment.

  “Thanks.” I said, trying to veil the slight surprise in my voice. Obviously I knew I looked hot, I just hadn’t expected him to acknowledge it. “So I take it you’re setting up the tech stuff?”

  “Obviously. I’m almost done though- and I’m forcing Angelo to DJ. KJ, maybe, since it’s karaoke? Whatever.” He waved his hand. “Point is- I’m pretty much free to chill…aaaand take over the dance floor.”

  “Ooh. Fun.” I smiled. “You think you’ll sing something?”

  “I promised Rapheal I’d do backing vocals for ‘Dancing Queen’, so…yes?” He shrugged and sat on the bench next me.

  “ABBA. Solid choice.” I nodded. 

  “And you?”

  “I was tempted to ironically do ‘Be a Man’ from Mulan, but I decided to do ‘Five Years’ by David Bowie.” I answered.

  “What’s that song?” He asked. “Obviously I know a few Bowie songs, I’m not an animal, but that one admittedly…escapes me.” He added quickly.

  “It’s about a news broadcast where they officially reveal that there’s only five years left before the world ends.” I answered, smiling as I remembered the song…

  “Oh wait.” I froze. “Oh shit. Maybe that won’t help team morale…shoot. Shoot shoot shoot- stupid sci-fi brain, this is exactly what Leo doesn’t want…ugh…” I groaned, scratching my scales in frustration. “What am I thinking- Ow!” I looked over at Donnie. “Did…did you just flick me?”

  “No….? I…did. …n’t?” He said unconvincingly.

  I glared at him, and he wavered. “Okay, yes I did, but in my defense, you were being crazy.”

  “I don’t know if I’m more insulted by the fact that you thought flicking me would quell my emotional issues or by the fact that you thought you could convince me that my arm just randomly felt pain.” I smiled, but when his nervous expression didn’t change, I elaborated. “I’m joking, Dee. I’m not offended, I think it’s funny.”

  “Well you’re kind of out of your league in that one, dear dragon, as I just happen to be the funny one here.” Donnie said, relaxing.

  “Oh yeah?” I challenged, smirking.

  “Uh, yeah. Easily.” He said in his usual monotone, and I felt myself relax a bit at the comforting familiarity of his voice. “But I admit, your song choice is pretty funny too. I am pretty sure Nardo will see the humor in it, and if he doesn’t, well…I do, and let’s face it, my opinions are usually right.”

  I smiled, looking over to him. “...Thanks, Dee. Uh…weirdly, that does make me feel better.”

  Donnie exhaled. “Oh thank goodness. Sincerity is not easy.”

  I chuckled. “Hey, it’s the apocalypse and we’re weird teenage human-creature-things. I don’t think it was ever gonna be easy, Tello.”

  “Touche.” He smiled, and I smiled too- I already was smiling. Yeah…it was nice to have a friend. Really, really nice.

  And maybe it was the end of the world, but hey. We were surviving. Flourishing, even, if Leo’s admittedly excellent rendition of ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ was any example.

  Too bad it couldn’t stay that way forever.

After all...it was the end of the world. And magic doesn't always last forever.

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

If you need an excuse to write for G-Way I can ALWAYS use some kind of snuggly G-Way fic.

Like ...maybe Christmas shopping? Something fun and seasonal...baking cookies??? Snow...something? (I dunno...it's 50° F right now so like ...snow is pretty far off from the south in my neck of the USA)

Anywho...do whatcha want friend, and feel better! :)

💖💖💖🪦

A Hazy Shade of Winter (Gerard Way x reader) 

Summary: (y/n)’s never really been the type of person to do Christmassy things before - they don’t hate it, their family was just never that bothered! But Gerard loves all things Christmas, and he decides to show them just how much fun this time of year can be. 

Words: 2696 

Warnings: none it’s just adorable 

AN: it was snowing while I was writing this!!! I haven’t seen proper snow in years!!! 

“I can still feel you staring at me. Aren’t you bored yet?” 

“I just can’t believe you’ve never made a gingerbread house before!” 

(y/n) rolled their eyes with a laugh, glancing back over their shoulder. Gerard was still sitting at the little dining table, so distracted by that monumental bombshell that he’d stopped swinging back and forth on the chair. Had anyone else seen him, they would probably have assumed that he’d just been told the world was going to end. He looked genuinely devastated, baffled at the idea that something he’d loved so much as a kid hadn’t been a part of his partner’s life too. 

Drying the last mug, they tossed the tea towel aside and moved to sit opposite him. “Look, it’s not that big of a deal. My family just wasn’t ever that bothered about Christmas, that’s all.” 

“But it’s so much fun!” He couldn’t help but frown - so many of his fondest memories had come from enjoying the Christmas season with his family. Sure, there were some parts he hadn’t enjoyed; church services were always far too long and dull for his liking. But there were so many things that would never fail to make him smile. Begging to be the one to carry the Christmas tree home, even though there was no way in hell he was capable of carrying it all that way and hated asking for help. Hiding all his vegetables in very elaborate ways so he’d have tons of room for all the wonderful sweet things on offer. Saving tiny scraps of funky wrapping paper to fill in the gaps of the collage of random crap that covered the walls of his basement room. 

The one memory that stood out among all of those was the gingerbread house. Every year, his family had turned the kitchen into an absolute bombsite, trying to outdo themselves and what they’d designed in years past. They actually had a photo album somewhere, thick with pictures of every possible angle of each year’s creation. Every detail had to be perfect: the boiled sweet windows, the piped design for the roof, the little people posed to go about their daily activities. It had started out as a replica of their family, but had soon descended into utter madness. One year, there had been gingerbread aliens and a questionable rendition of Batman and Robin, soon joined by some even worse looking gingerbread zombies. Usually these little additions were Gerard or Mikey’s idea - and their mom was rarely impressed by the way they spoiled her nice tidy handiwork - but it really did make the whole thing something special. Entirely unique to their family. 

“And every time you’ve spoken about it, it’s sounded like a great time! And the photos your mom has are incredible.” They smiled, seeing his face brighten up a little. “It’s just... never how my family did things, that’s all. Usually at least one of my parents was working on the day so we never did much through the rest of December. Christmas always felt... I don’t know, a bit anticlimactic? I don’t think the seasonal depression helped either.” 

They’d only been together for four months, and there was still so much they had to learn about each other. Clearly, they’d had very different experiences growing up - neither had been bad, just different. And the wonderful thing about that was that it meant they could teach each other all the little things that they had done as kids! There were so many traditions that they could share and combine now, creating new ones that were entirely their own. 

Gerard got to his feet, taking (y/n) by the hand and pulling them to stand by the counter. “Let’s make a gingerbread house together.” 

“But I don’t know how.” 

“That doesn’t matter. I can teach you, and if things go wrong then we’ll just make it up as we go along anyway. That’s half the fun.” 

He looked so hopeful, eyes sparkling with childish glee, and there was simply no way they could say no to him. “Okay. But you can’t blame me if we end up setting your kitchen on fire.” 

“Hey, joint effort, joint blame. Now, I’m pretty sure I’ve got everything we need in here somewhere...” 

It took just about fifteen minutes for him to search through the cupboards, but in the end he’d managed to find everything the two of them would need to make the gingerbread. While he’d been looking, (y/n) had dug through his cupboards for a mixing bowl and baking sheets, excited by the thought of baking together again. They’d tried to make cupcakes a couple of weeks prior, but they had come out slightly burnt because they’d been distracted scraping the remaining batter out of the bowl. It had been tons of fun, and they just knew that this would be the same. 

Gerard took the lead, directing his partner to weigh out the right amount of each ingredient while he melted the butter, sugar and syrup together. They were following instructions from a slightly stained handwritten recipe, a sheet written up by his mother that was a little sticky in places - clearly, it was one that got brought out and used on a regular basis. 

When it came to kneading the dough, they ended up having to split the mixture in half so they could both get involved; then it became a competition, both trying to create the most phallic shapes they could. That’s what happens when you let two people with the emotional maturity of twelve year olds into a kitchen - food fights and inappropriate jokes. 

They let the dough rest for a little while, killing time by leaving floury handprints on each other’s butts and working their way through a bag of chocolate chips that had been hiding in the back of one of the cupboards. When it came to rolling the dough out, they were a little more well behaved - at first. After creating enough rectangular sheets for the walls and roof, along with two little people to represent themselves and some extra details to add, like window frames and doors, all of the leftover dough was used for normal gingerbread cookies. Well, if you can call gingerbread dicks and disproportionate hands flipping the middle finger ‘normal’. After a moment of thinking they added Gerard’s bandmates to the mix too, throwing in some cookies shaped like Frank’s dogs for good measure. 

While the dough was in the fridge, they cleaned up all the mess they’d made so far - before creating even more when (y/n) knocked over the bag of sugar. Well, it wasn’t entirely their fault. The only reason their elbow had ended up hitting it in the first place was because Gerard had taken them by surprise, pinning them against the counter and kissing them so hard it felt like they would never breathe properly again. 

The beep of the timer stopped their little make out session from going any further and they worked to fit all the trays of gingerbread in the oven at once, both a little red and flustered. As they brought the last tray over, (y/n) stopped dead, staring out the window in wonder. 

“When did it snow?”

There was probably a foot of snow on the ground; it seemed like it had appeared out of nowhere! Like it had just flopped out of the sky in one big sheet and landed with a soft thump in a pillowy layer or pure white. Neither of them had noticed it start to fall (probably because they’d been so busy with their tongues down each other’s throats) and the dim afternoon seemed so much brighter now that it had something to reflect off. 

The gingerbread only needed ten minutes in the oven, and when it was finished Gerard cleared some space on the counter and set the trays out to cool. Both of them grinned as the smell of sweet gingerbread filled the kitchen, before hissing in pain - at exactly the same time, they had reached for one of the spare cookies and burnt their fingertips. That made the pair of them crack up laughing at their own idiocy, lamenting the fact that they would have to wait for everything to cool down before they could try their creation. So they finished the last of the cleaning instead, bouncing ideas for decorations back and forth. 

“What about a little woolly sweater on the dog?” 

“We should put ‘elf’ on Frank’s jumper because he’s so tiny.” 

“Hey, let’s ice a string of lights around all the windows!”

“I’ll call my mom and ask her how to make the snow out of marshmallow, she always does that and it’s insanely cool.” 

By now the real snow outside was falling thick and fast again, blanketing the ground outside with at least two feet of soft white flakes. Gerard couldn’t help but smile at the look of sheer awe on his partner’s face as they stared out of the window, fingers resting lightly against the glass. 

“It’s pretty, huh? Not quite as pretty as you, though.” 

They didn’t really register the second thing he said, lost in the glorious swirling eddies outside. “I... I’ve never seen snow like this before.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah. Where I’m from, all we ever got was a crappy layer of slush, or black ice deadly enough to break your neck. I don’t think we ever had more than an inch of actual snow at any one time.” 

Resting a hand on the small of their back, he nuzzled against the side of their head. “Wanna go out and play for a little while?” 

“I thought we were gonna start decorating?” 

“Oh, we can’t do that for a good few hours, at least. The gingerbread needs a while to cool. And, if we’re using my mom’s tricks - which we definitely are, by the way, she is the undisputed queen of gingerbread - then we should leave it overnight. She always says its better when it’s had time to rest properly.” 

“Ah.” (y/n) was quiet for a moment, and he started to think that maybe something he’d done had touched a nerve. Maybe he’d upset them somehow. Maybe something he’d said at some point had made their thoughts wander somewhere a little unpleasant. But then they turned to look at him, a quiet sort of hope flickering in their eyes. “Can we... can we make snow angels?” 

“Hey, of course we can! They might not be there by the morning though, with the way that snow’s falling it wouldn’t surprise me if we woke up to a couple more feet.” 

“That’s fine. I’ve just never done it before.” 

“Oh, so we are absolutely doing it today then. Come on.” 

Within five minutes, the pair of them had their shoes on and were zipping up each other’s coats, sifting through the drawers of random crap in the hall cupboard to find enough hats, scarves and gloves to keep them both nice and cosy. The second they were all bundled up, Gerard took (y/n) by the hand and practically dragged them into his backyard. The snow came up to their knees, soaking through their jeans - the cold was uncomfortable, but it soon became easy to ignore. The very first thing the two of them did was lay backwards, (y/n) squeaking as snow slipped into the hood of their coat. Once they were laid flat, Gerard explained just how snow angels worked, giggling a little as his coat swished against the snowy ground with every movement. They got the hang of it soon enough, feeling a bit uncoordinated at first but very much enjoying it anyway. 

When he was satisfied with the mark he’d left, Gerard struggled back to his feet and hauled his lover upwards, kissing them deeply. “Hey, look what we did!” 

They glanced down, smiling at the sight before them. The two snow angels were slightly wonky - like the people who’d created them - and close enough to be almost holding hands. They were ever so slightly marred by footprints, but beautiful nonetheless. 

(y/n) beamed, cheeks feeling red raw from the cold wind. “Aw, they’re so cute! They look just like the ones you see in cartoons.” 

“I know, right? Now, you feeling up to a little snow friend as well? Or are you getting too cold?” 

“Snow friend, definitely.” 

By the time they had managed to roll two decent sized balls - one for a body and one for a head - their noses were bright red and neither of them could really feel their fingers any more. But they just weren’t ready to go back inside yet; they were having far too much fun! Who cares about a little frostbite when you’re having the time of your life with the person you love? 

Finding things to decorate their snow friend with was a little more challenging - by now, the snow was thick enough that they weren’t going to find anything on the ground to use. So they had to get creative. The standard carrot for the nose was pretty easy to find in the kitchen - and along with it came two frozen brussels sprouts for the eyes. Deciding that it was doing very little against the cold anyway, (y/n) donated their scarf to their new little buddy. Gerard liked that idea and gave up his hat, a dusting of snow settling across his hair as he tried to fit it onto the head. The two of them were a bit stuck for ideas on what to use for the arms, eventually deciding on a pair of spare drumsticks that they found in his office - why Gerard had drumsticks, neither of them really knew. They'd just sort of appeared there.

Standing in front of their slightly lopsided creation, Gerard wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and grinned. "Well they're a little crooked, but very sweet. Any ideas on a name?"

They thought for a moment, shivering now they had stopped moving around so much. "They kinda look like a Norman to me."

"Norman, huh? Yeah, I think that fits." The twilight above them was quickly darkening, and both of them were definitely feeling the cold. "Wanna head in now?"

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea. I haven't been able to feel my toes for the last twenty minutes."

When they got back inside, the smell of gingerbread seemed even stronger than it had done earlier, and the two of them felt instantly warmer - even though their fingertips were a slightly questionable shade of purple. They left their damp gloves and coats hanging up to dry by the door, giggling all the way up the stairs as they peeled off their icy wet clothes and searched through Gerard's drawers to find something for (y/n) to wear. It was getting to the point in their relationship now where they were staying over at his house with some regularity, and he was considering asking if they'd like to have a drawer to keep some stuff in. They already had a toothbrush in his bathroom. That was just the next natural step.

Once they were both in warmer, drier clothes, they went back down to the kitchen, still cold to the bone but slowly warming up. Gerard made hot chocolate for each of them, piling each mug with such a large amount of whipped cream and marshmallows that it was practically impossible to drink without making a complete mess of things.

As they snuggled up on the couch, huddling under the blankets and letting the mugs warm their hands, Gerard pressed a kiss to the side of (y/n)'s head. "So, did I successfully get you to enjoy some Christmassy things today?"

"Yeah, you did." They smiled softly, nuzzling against him. "I can enjoy anything when I'm with you."

"You might not say that tomorrow when I start icing those gingerbread men to look like storm troopers instead of us."

"I bet I can ice better looking ones than you can."

"Oh, you've just started a gingerbread war."

"Yeah, and I'll win."

"I'd like to see you try."

[muttkep]

Greetings Rise fandom! I got another concept for you all!

This could be for its own au, but this is something I'm planning to add into my Dragon Turtles au. I got to thinking about how the turtles could advance with their mystic abilities after the events of the movie, and that's when I got the idea that the bros could gain familiars. Basically, think of these creatures as something like the Palismans from The Owl House, except instead of turning into staffs, they become more like totems, jewelry, or other small, inanimate objects that could be carried around in case of emergencies.

As for how they got them, I like to picture a sort of traveling market that popped up outside of Witch Town. That way all the bros can explore it out of curiosity without getting into trouble with the residents. And as for each one, they all chose the turtles based on a mystic connection. And each one is unique, so let's get into who got who:

Raph: Ursa Minor cub. Bears are classified as strong earth-based guardian spirits, but I wanted Raph's little buddy to be about more than just strength. I also wanted a mystic creature he could show a softer side with. One without worry of getting hurt by the amount of mental anguish suffered at the hands of the Krang turned possibly physical. Hence the decision to give Raph what is essentially a perfect sized teddy bear that also doubles as his mystic partner.

Donnie: Albino Basilisk. Now, I had quite a bit of debate on what to give Donnie as a familiar. I considered something like a rabbit or a cat, but that felt a bit too obvious or overdone. This version of Donnie deserved something unique, so I started looking for alternative animals. The basilisk stuck out to me in a few ways. One, snakes are usually connected to water. Two, making the creature albino means that it would have difficulties surviving, and would have to think outside the box to live in certain conditions. Kind of like Donnie and his soft shell. Making this serpent in particular a fast thinking/highly intelligent creature. Also, much like how Donnie could be misunderstood as a cold and closed off individual, so too are snakes. Snakes can be highly misunderstood as cold, efficient, killing creatures of evil, but some out there actually have calm and friendly temperaments. And while it would take Donnie a while to get over the creepy feeling of them crawling over him, the feel of the smooth skin would probably be great for someone who is theorized to have certain sensitivities to certain textures. Not to mention that the gentle massaging feels of them gently constricting him in a not-too-tight fashion could help keep him grounded in a mental spiral. (And yes, I based the design off of 2012's serpent Karai. it was an intentional reference)

Mikey: Phoenix. Mikey's was an obvious one for me to do. Being the most Mystically connected out of the brothers means he had the highest chances of bonding with a very powerful creature. Enter the phoenix, a firebird with the ability to be reborn from the ashes of an old life. Colorful, graceful, and powerful, the phoenix can also have a soft or even mischievous side to it. A fun-loving creature with great abilities to help a fledging mystic warrior like Mikey gain his proper footing in using them. Especially without hurting himself, like with the portal at the end of the movie. As well as helping him gain confidence to stand on his own when his brothers can't help him.

Leo: Kirin. Leo was also a hard one to figure out. I considered animals like stags, deer, elk and the like. But then, I remembered that Leo had a liking for Unicorns, however I didn't just want to give him a generic unicorn. That's when inspiration struck. I was revisiting the OVA series of Petshop of Horrors, and in the 4th episode, it talked about the Kirin. The Kirin is stated to be a holy beast, who serves no one but it's sovereign. Therefore, the person to gain possession of the Kirin, was destined to be a great ruler. That's when it all clicked into place. The Kirin is not only the Eastern equivalent to the unicorn, but a lot of what it represents could tie into Leo's struggles of being a better leader after the movie. Sovereign is another word for king or leader, and in ancient Chinese/general Asian lore, the arrival of a Kirin was meant to signify the coming or going of a great leading figure. A creature that was benevolent to its allies and had ruthless furry for its enemies. And not just anyone could choose a Kirin as a familiar or guardian spirit, it had to choose you. And after everything Leo went through, fears of failure, the pressures of leadership, the guilt of causing/nearly causing the apocalypse, he would need some kind of sign or reassurance that he was back on the right track. That he was improving and could be a good leader like Casey Jr. said. And what better way than to be chosen by a great mythic beast, with its own set of scars, to choose him to be its leader. If that doesn't prove Leo's leadership capabilities, I don't know what would.

Anywho, thanks for reading my crazed ramblings, and I hope you enjoy the content. Feel free to comment and let me know your thoughts on the concept. Hope to see you soon!

Characters mentioned are not mine, all referenced media belongs to their rightful owners. The artwork is mine only.

[jamsofdeath0]

Digimon Fusion EP 1

Likes

Mikey and how well they characterize him.

He's kind

Protective

Like basket ball

A chronic over worker

A team olayer

Can strategize

Likely a martyr

And they were able to teach you all this without supposition in the first episode. Clearly focusing on less characters DOES benefit then to SOME existent.

Shoutmon and his design

He's loud (as expected)

Energetic

He's self centered and performative

He's kind

He wants to be a king

He has a childish view of leadership

He has a drive outside of Mikey this is uncommon for partner digimon

They compliment each other as characters. And it leads into the "King" and "General" thing Shoutmon has going on. Shoutmon the king and Mikey the general.

The other two kids that dont have digimon's personalities. Particularly Jeremy sticks with me for being a dramatic weirdo who REALLY wants to be the mcs rival. I like that archetype.

Neither of them have as much characterization as either Mikey or Shoutmon but they're supporting caste anyway. And the decision not to focus on them is a good one

The animation is dare is good. And not even "good for a digimon series". No, just good. It's no mob psycho 100, ghost in the shell, or scissor seven but it IS smooth pleasant to lock at and the characters are given lots of expression.

The edgy blond boy is edgy.

Things I don't like.

Mikey's friends ARENT given a partner or anyway to help Shoutmon. I can already feel them becoming irrelevant. And having him, a person shown to thrive around others, be sent to their alone could have opened up interesting plotlines. But maybe the other two WILL be important so I'll keep an open mind.

The two other theme song kids being teased at the end. Wtf are they even doing there? Don't they have business to attend to?

Things I find funny

Leomon says "I'm melting, I'm melting" as the series speed runs killing him only to still lose to x-evolution.

The end when they did tease the other digi destined or whatever the series is going to call them it was literally this meme

Like seriously Shoutmon defeats the bad guy of the week and then it pans up to the girl I haven't been given the name of watching them who says "But spying more fun" then UP AGAIN to the boy I haven't been given the name of watching HER.

Like sure I think they should have been introduced later but that was funny.

Over all I wonder why I decided it was bad as a kid? I suppose I may figure it out further into the series.

[silverfirewolfsurtleaus]

Annnd back with more for this au!

Specifically my promise of how the boys look whrn they start travling with ash...and them with their starters!

Now yes Im aware that none of their starters are the Kanto starters. Im also aware that the begining of the anime happens around when gen 1 was the only one out and they were plotting gen 2 BUT! This is an au taking place 9 gens later with all of them being turtles from diffrent gens I think I can bend the rules here.

Now why I chose ehat I did as their starters and how they got them. Now being diffrent ages (except Donnie and Leo) they all got their starters at diffrent times and will go in order of age

Raph and Litten: I chose Litten because Incinaroar is very much wrestling thing and Raph being highly invested with wrestling would deffinatly pick one as his starter if he had the ability to! Plus having a partner he doesnt have to worry about rough housing with would probably be a relife. (I know he could rough house with most if not all of them but Incinaroar seemed like the best one to do that with.)

Prof. Oak probably pulled some strings and got paper work together for the boys to have nonkanto starters because the boys admitted it felt wrong to have Kanto starters. He kinda agreed with Leo being well a squirtle. It probably took a lot of phone calls and paper work for him and them to get these 4 nonkanto starters in Kanto.

Leo and Sprigatito: like raph I chose because of Sprigatitos final evo invoking something leo's intrested in. In this case its Leo's love of magic and magicians. Meowscarada is very much a jester/magician in design which fits with this. It also to some degree fits Leo's trickster nature as all is not what it seems with it. (Also yes I did give leo a female starter...but its because I spun a wheel and he got lucky all the rest of em got boys.)

Donnie and Popplio: honestly I had a bit of trouble choosing between popplio and the many grass type starters. Ultimatly I chose Popplio due to two reasons. Reason one is that popplio very much has an opera singer vibe after its a primarina which I thought fit with Donnie's theater kid vibes. The other of which is donnie is practical and a fire type who knows he wont always be with leo and raph (who are both water types) to put out fires...

Mikey and Fenniken: another tough decision mon for one of the turtles. I chose fenniken due to the fact its well based off wizards and stuff in its final evo and mikey is the most powerful mystic warrior. However this wadnt the only reason ultimatly you see several psychic type pokemon have been noted to read peoples emotions not just their minds, which people dont exactly think about their emotions so. Which I thought itd be cool if he got an empath Delphox as a partner.

Though uh yes they are a bit worried about the grass type turtle having a fire fox as a starter but relax by reminding themselves Mikey eventually will become a ground type...

And yes the boys themselves will eventually evolve, except donnie but hes a species that cant evolve, Raph will eventually be a shiny (yes he is shiny) Dreadnaw, Leo will eventually be a wartortle (and grab an everstone to not become blastoise), and Mikey will become a grottle then torterra. However when and why they evolve is diffrent...mikey takes the longest not cause hes the youngest but because he doesnt feel ready to evolve for the longest time...and yeah leo will never become a blastoise because being a wartortle of all pokemon species feels the most right to him...raph litterally cannot evolve beyond Dreadnaw so...

On that note yall remeber me mentioning they cant go in pokeballs? Yeah this means legally they cant usethemselves as pokemon in offical battles like gym battles turnament or even offical contest! If they want a pokemon of their own type to use in one they have to go catch one.

Now Im going to go work on the pokemon they are going to catch over this anime journy and why they were chosen and how they joined.

Also draw their looks for every region post Jhoto (not going to draw them post evolution because I like drawing them as a group for these sorts of things so its generally going to be a look change before next region...except Jhoto because it was post Jhoto when that trend started)

[marveltmntgirl]

Name: Bláthanna; Anna— pronounced Bla-tha-na. No last name :)

Age: starts out 16-17 in-fic and ages from there

Height: 5'7", again, a nice height difference to 5'1"-5'2" Mikey :)

Species: Kra'ang-made human (oop, a little spoiler)

Appearance:

Picrew is Astrolavas’ Maker 2.0

Important Features: Very long and pointed nose, more angular features. Bright red hair, long, sometimes up sometimes down. Pale skin, normally a shade lighter than Omorfiá. Thin lips, eyes are a dark almost grey-blue. Her left arm is an advanced metal prosthetic.

Personality: Brash, stubborn, loud, temperamental, immature, reckless, spontaneous.

Relationships

Mikey - Best buddy, kinda has a crush on but doesn't admit it for a very long time

Leo - Jerk #2, doesn't trust

Raph - Jerk #1, doesn't trust

Donnie - creepy scientist, doesn't trust

Splinter - Doesn't like the father vibes for a bit, eventually respects

Casey - Knows him for crashing parties she also crashes

April - Knows her for dragging Casey out of said parties

Shredder - Terrified. Accidentally got into a work contract with (oop more spoilers)

Karai - Creepy, gives stalker vibes

Omorfiá - Knew her first as the Shadow Thief and was freaked out by her. Eventually became buddies.

Grace - Aw, she's smol. Protective

Nylla - HOLY SHIT IS THAT AN ANGEL

EXTRA CHARACTERS

Beth - Mom, loves and protects

Jeremy - Bitchass, despises

Abilities:

Photographic memory and fast learning (yt tutorials ftw)

Welding/mechanical repairs/wiring

Sharpshooting/marksmanship

Enhanced strength due to prosthetic

Creation Backstory:

Okay this is gonna be terrible, but I don't remember the specific circumstances that led to me making Bláthanna, either. I really just remember the inspiring picture, which was like a cyberpunk girl with red hair, an undercut, and a metal arm. I know, I'm a horrible, terrible, plagiarist. I also think she was mainly made to be a partner for Mikey, and I was just scrolling through pictures looking for something that caught my eye.

She was veryyyy... barebones, in the beginning. I wanted her to be a "cool" girl. I also didn't want her to be just Omorfiá in a different font, so in the start, she was actually a thief for selfish reasons. She was sassy, rude, all the "i'm too cool for you" vibes. That did end up becoming a bit one-note, and she felt really dull as I kept playing her in roleplays, so I tried to give her some layers.

She now has a very outward, performative confidence to guard her insecurities from the people she deals with for shady business. She's playful, immature, stubborn, and guarded in her true feelings. She is hesitant to let anyone in close to her, but once she does she trusts them with everything.

Much like Walt Disney, none of my characters have living parents... except for Bláthanna. I gave her an adopted mother to fix her backstory some and also give her another motivation besides... "money, and because I can". It also made sense, realistically, that a kid wandering the streets of New York would get noticed eventually, so Beth found her and took her in as her own daughter.

Beth also comes with a biological son that is the bane of Bláthanna's existence— Jeremiah. He's almost an idea of what she could be if she really leaned into her debauchery and illegal dealings. He's also a terrible son, and he and Bláthanna clash most often over Beth's well-being and the money Bláthanna gives to her mother, and that Jeremiah takes for himself.

Appearance-wise, Bláthanna kinda sorta stayed the same while kinda sorta not. Thinking back to her inspiring picture, her features were a lot more "sultry feminine", which I dropped in lieu of constructing her own face. I gave her more sharp and less "ideal feminine" features, like a longer nose, small lips, etc. Her body is more lean and muscular, like Omorfiá, but she is taller. Her metal arm went through a few iterations, but was always vague in design. I just knew it was a metal prosthetic and might look alien-ish. Now I kind of have a picture that is close to what I imagine it looks like, but it's not my own so I'm not gonna post it. I just use it to help describe.

Her inspiring picture had her wearing like... a sports bra and cargo pants, or something? so Bláthanna initially wore that in the beginning. That is pretty unfitting of her character now. She then went through a phase where she had a cool leather jacket with one sleeve torn off to show off the metal arm (very winter soldier of me), but it was still a bit... bland, and performative. (oh my gosh i just remembered while writing that that OMORFIÁ USED TO WEAR A LEATHER JACKET WOW— i was going through a phase) I now have a specific style just for Bláthanna that I really like. She wears old 90's band t-shirts that Beth gave her to wear (so bands like AD DC, Guns and Roses, Queen, The Cure, etc), and a leather jacket that Beth gifted her with both sleeves intact. And jeans. ofc.

The reasons for her abilities involve some of her backstory (which I already spoiled a bit so you might be able to figure it out anyway) so I won't specify the why's or how's, but Bláthanna absorbs knowledge like a sponge. She basically just needs to watch a youtube tutorial a couple of times and then she's unstoppable. She is also an excellent sharpshooter, to the point that she will do trick shots for fun. That's a very fun part of her that I enjoy writing :) especially when she's all cocky and confident and then it HITS— anyway. As well as that, she has the metal arm that is obviously abnormally strong, and due to the alien technology of it, Bláthanna had to learn some welding, mechanical and wiring skills in order to fix it if anything goes wrong.

I gotta wedge her job in here somewhere so might as well do it here.

In the beginning Bláthanna was just stealing from jewelry stores and whatever else looked profitable for her own gain, and that was a large issue for Mikey because he wanted her to be good, or able to redeem her, but objectively she was selfishly stealing just to steal. This flew for a while until I really took a look at her motivations and challenges and found... none. So I added Beth and Jeremiah to her story for motivation and challenge.

Beth has some unspecified terminal illness, maybe some sort of cancer. Once she learned of the diagnosis, Bláthanna began stealing to pay for her mom's treatment. I eventually changed "stealing" to specifically "hiring her skills out on the black market to be paid to steal items, no questions asked". So Bláthanna is a thief for hire.

Jeremiah, however, notices this new stream of money, and begins convincing his mom to let him "borrow" large amounts of cash that would never be seen again. So this is often where he and Bláthanna butt heads, and along with Beth's illness not going away anytime soon, Jeremiah's borrowing keeps Bláthanna stuck with stealing for payment in order to pay him off and help Beth heal.

So you remember how Omorfiá and Grace used to live in an abandoned apartment? Remember how I moved them out and underground? Yeah so I basically reused the abandoned apartment idea for Bláthanna. I kicked the sisters out just to move her in.

Jokes aside, I think I had actually forgot that Omor and Grace used to live in an apartment when I made this Bláthanna's living situation. But hey, I guess it's good I reused old ideas?

Bláthanna's place is very barebones in terms of appliances. Idk why but I have a reoccurring theme of one-room-residencies. I guess that's fitting for New York. She lives on the top floor of a condemned building at the edge of a condemned block; ignoring the dangers of structural integrity or lack thereof, mold, squatters and drug addicts, it's the perfect hidden home for a wanted thief! :) Bláthanna's one room is an open kitchen and living room. There is no running water or electricity, she "borrows" electricity from the neighboring buildings that have power (think of a long string of extension cords, ignore the unrealistic aspect of it pls) to power a mini-fridge, a heater, a lamp, and a tv. She has a old dingy couch in front of the tv and a mattress on wood pallets in the corner for a bed. She has a desk and her lamp for working on her arm or anything needed for a job. Her mini-fridge stores takeout and drinks, either water or soda. She has the keys to a gym that she uses for showers and bathroom use— or she spends the night at Beth's place, which is far more comfortable.

Mikey and Bláthanna's relationship is probably the cutest, right next to Donnie and Grace's. From the beginning my idea was always a sort of forbidden friendship-turned-love in which Mikey carves out some independence for himself away from his family as he begins to hang out with Bláthanna. She's kind of a good/bad influence, encouraging him to be independent, but also getting him in close trouble and in risky situations with her. But Mikey also serves to help Bláthanna open up and have a friendship and trust someone wholeheartedly, getting her to be vulnerable with someone other than her mom. It takes a tragic turn when she accidentally betrays him (also kinda spoiled this earlier) and it leaves their relationship severed. Their eventual romance is a very sweet, almost childhood-friends type. Mikey sees Bláthanna as this superstar that can do anything she wants, and Bláthanna sees Mikey as this huge goofball that makes her days brighter and more fun.

Bláthanna and Beth's relationship is really sweet, and I can't really describe it, she's just her mom, and she would do anything for her. She's incredibly protective of this woman that showed her the first ounce of comfort and care she had ever felt in her life, and Bláthanna has clung to her ever since then. And now that Beth is sick and in need of care, Bláthanna feels a duty to repay her for what she did for her.

Bláthanna's backstory is, well, Kraang related. She's a Kraang-made human, designed for nefarious purposes that I shan't spoil 🤭 Her backstory is slightly parallel to Omorfiá's... her whole character is, really, but I think there's enough deviation that they're not copycats of the other... Bláthanna definitely makes more of a splash in her life, refusing to stay in the dark after escaping it. She's wild and reckless and sometimes a little stupid with her decisions, but that's what's so fun about her.

Spin offs:

SEVEN YEARS — Also haven't written Bláthanna's part for Seven Years, I'm not entirely settled on the beginning of the story yet. It's still a ways off, so I have time to think about it.

OFFICE ROMANCE — Same as Omorfiá, Bláthanna is more a background/supporting character, but she does have an appearance compared to Omorfiá's only vague mention by other characters. I did enjoy writing Bláthanna in this modern setting where she is part of society, and her and Mikey having an established relationship.

I don't really have a solo story idea for Bláthanna yet, au or not. Nothing has really jumped out at me that would fit her character aside from brief oneshots. I would have to count but I think I have more oneshots of Bláthanna and Mikey than anyone else. I know I have... zero of Nylla. I need to fix that.

If I had to describe Bláthanna in one word: Wild

If I had to deceive Bláthanna in two words: Trash gremlin

[reallyromealone]

Hey Rome! 😊

So I love ❤️ your omega verse content, especially your series, but I also like the fic where the omega gets sold out (kinda) to Bonten and they find out it's their soul mate

I would really like a part 2 becuz it has so much potential👌

Don't feel pressured, and stay hydrated!!

Bye👋

Hello!

That's so lovely of you to say!

(Name) sat awkwardly in the car, on high alert as be was surrounded by the men who were apparently his fated mates, as beautiful as they were he wouldn't ignore that they were ready to sell him an hour ago...and now here he was sandwiched between Ran And Koko, the two playing with his hair and trying to seduce him.

But it just made his Omega more stressed.

His Omega didn't care who they were professionally, all it new was that they met their soulmates and said soulmates did something to make it sad.

All he wanted to do was nest...

"Such a pretty little thing... To think we almost sold our soulmate... It's gonna be difficult sharing you though... But I'm sure you can handle it darling" Rans voice was like cotton in his ears, (name) not wanting to particularly think about the implications of his words "nest..." (Name) mumbled out as his stress levels rose, stress permiating off him in heavy waves as his body battled with itself.

One one hand these are his soulmates, people literally designed to be his perfect partners.

On the other hand these men almost sold him and run the most feared crime syndicate in the country.

He struggled not to loose control, stress far to high as he began wavering "hm? Are you alright darling?" Koko asked, watching the omega sway as his scent made the car reek of stress and fear and the alphas had struggles they didn't normally have with omegas, they could barely restrain themselves from soothing and calming the omega, crooning slightly to try and get his attention as they practically pumped soothing pharamones but all it did was make the omega hiss and curl into himself.

They didn't know what to do as the omega became more stressed and before they knew it he dropped.

Their Omega had a drop.

"Shit shit shit!" Kakucho said sitting across from (name), barely catching him before bringing him into his lap, the omega limp deadweight in his arms as he checked his pulse.

They couldn't understand why they cared so much for an Omega, they never cared this much before... Was this the affects of a soulmate?

Wild.

They rushed back to HQ, the strange feeling of dread deep within them all --- hell even Mikey looked stressed out.

They were really struggling with the affects of a soulmate.

Their private doctor took some tests, checked his vitals among various things "good news, minus stress he's in perfect health but you're all going to want to be incredibly careful for a while, a drop is no laughing matter for an Omega... If they don't relax after one it could lead to an omega sleep" the doctor explained seriously as the men took in the information, an omega sleep was incredibly dangerous; it was essentially a form of coma omegas could go into if neglected or stressed enough and if not handled would starve themselves to death.

"I recommend being slow with him, soft tones and try not to stress him out with loud sounds or sudden movements, he may come out in his omega state so be ready for that and make sure you have nesting materials ready for him" the doctor wrote this all down for the men as Koko put in an order for nesting matierals "nesting is vital for an omega and remember, don't go in without permission unless you want him to gouge your eyes out" the doctor said seriously, the men looking confused at their words but a few who have dealt with omegas in the past... They know damn well what omegas could do.

A feral omega can be stronger than an alpha and more stubborn than a mule.

"Noted..." Takeomi said before glancing at the sleeping Omega "how long until he wakes up?"

"It wasn't a big drop so I give him 24 hours maximum, he will need to stay here until he wakes up though"

When (name) woke, his instincts quickly took over as he assessed the unfamiliar area and sterile smell.

"Call them, he's awake" a voice said as a young alpha woman came slowly, showing both hands as to not be deemed a threat and (name) watched with sharp eyes as the doctor spoke slow and clear "don't worry, you're Alphas will be here momentarily" her words made the omega bristle slightly, the sound of the men coming inside putting him on high alert.

"Hey pretty boy... How are you" Kakuchos voice was soft and alluring to the omega, poor (name) was to dazed to remember why he was upset at his Alphas but boy howdy he knew it was a big reason "Alpha...?" His voice wavering as Kakucho pumped out relaxed pharamones along with the other Alphas, taking advantage of his weakened state to win over his Omega.

Win over the Omega, win over the mate.

"Yeah, ready to go home now baby?" Kakucho used pretty words to convince the other, watching as (name) preened under the nicknames as he allowed himself to be lifted into his arms confused, where were they going?

"We got you such pretty nesting supplies, do you wanna see them?" The bonten men were all softly touching and petting the omega in the elevator, pumping out a dizzying amount of pharamones, their soul mate status amplifying the affects on the poor omega who was all but putty in their hands.

"Such a good boy for us, will you be good for your Alphas?" Mikeys voice echoed in his mind, (name) nodding rapidly for the obvious pack alpha whose mere presence made him want to submit right there, "good boy good boy..."(name) mumbled out, pharamone drunk as they walked into the penthouse, to the spare bedroom where all the nesting supplies "look at all the pretty nesting supplies you have baby" Koko pointed to the neatly placed piles of luxury blankets and pillows and the like as Kakucho gently placed the omega down, the sound of (name) purring and chirping happily did things to these men.

And they found they liked it.

A lot.

"We will give you your privacy ok baby?" Takeomi deep voice spoke out as he ushered the men out.

"Why can't we stay?!" Sanzu said annoyed and the elder sibling just sighed "nesting is sacred to an Omega, unless he's in heat we don't get to see the process" takeomi half ass explained, both him and Mikey remembering Shinchiro nesting way back when though Shinchiro usually had little Mikey and Emma sat in the room when he got like this to keep the pups safe.

The men were lounging in the sitting area, doing their work or their own general stuff when they watched (name) wander out dazed, eyes unfocused as he wandered down the hall like a man on a very confused mission into the first bedroom he could get to, that happened to be Rindōs room as the alphas watched the omega wander out with a shirt and that's when they realized.

They won over the omega.

Winning over (name) would easy despite how they met.

They watched the omega go into each members room, taking something from their laundry or bed and sniffing it contently before wandering back to his nest without even sparing a glance.

Hours passed before they decided to check on the omega, not finding him in the bedroom but finding the bedding on the king sized bed stripped and a foot peaking from the closet door.

"Baby build his nest in the closet...cute" mochi said as the alphas used their scents to lure the omega out, a few tests came back while baby was nesting.

Turns out, his heat is soon and (name) is extremely fertile, sex during his heat is basically garunteed pregnancy.

The door slowly opened revealing (name)s nest, the omega curled up inside and the men could see their stuff laced inside as he curled into Kokos shurpa blanket.

The lights were slowly turning on in (name)s eyes as he relaxed more, his Omega forgetting the rage (name) felt, feeling safe enough to let (name) come back to reality as he looked at the Alphas.

"... hi" (name) said awkwardly, staring at the men with high suspicion and snuggling into the blanket and men decided not to say anything to ruin the omegas mood "hello pup, how are you?"

"You guys...are my soulmates..." (Name) said distantly as he took in the events of everything "he... He betrayed me..." (Name)s voice wavering as tears rolled down his cheeks, the alphas normally not giving a f u c k about a crying omega, felt their bodies moving on their own to soothe the omega, even Mikey and Sanzu tried to soothe their mate.

Their mate.

That was foreign to their minds.

"He did love, he's no good for you... You're safe with your mates now..." Mikey's siren like voice said with false sweetness as he and the others manipulated his fragile state into their favor.

"Why would he do that..." (Name) said, voice heartbroken as the alphas gently pulled him from his nest and into Mikey's lap where they gently kissed and pet the omega, covering him in their scent as they enchanted him with sweet words and promises.

The omega was already so fragile, it wouldn't take to long for him to fall into their spell.

He was made for them after all.

[pseudopeachy]

Bonten x fem!Reader: The other half (part 2)

SUMMARY: What kind of partners do the members of Bonten have?

CHARACTERS: Bonten!Manjiro Sano, Bonten!Sanzu Haruchiyo/ Haruchiyo Akashi

GENRE: Fluff??? Mikey and Sanzu being lovesick and clingy ngl

WARNINGS: Violence, cursing, poisoning, weapons like knives (this is Bonten soo), lmk if I missed anything !!

NOTE(S): kinda went a bit more violent with this one considering that it’s Mikey and Sanzu lmao

DISCLAIMER: Tokyo Revengers and its characters belong to Ken Wakui. This is for entertainment purposes only. I do not permit anyone to have my works displayed on other social media sites than Tumblr. Viewer discretion is also advised.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated 🖤

Here’s part 1! 

SANO MANJIRO:

‘Fourteen more floors. I can do this.’ was Mikey’s thoughts the moment he and his executives finally arrived at the hotel on the other side of Tokyo. Apart from his girlfriend waiting for them with some good news, he was missing her after two weeks of being apart.

“So, what do we currently know about the guy?” Kakucho breaks the silence as they continue to ascend floor after floor, “The last update was that he’s a small-time business owner who thinks he has some backbone to threaten our employees.”

“According to (y/n), the man is trying to establish a name for himself, bought a place around this area and turned it into a sorry excuse of a bar. Not only that, but he threatened a lot of our new girls to work for him in the worst working environment while claiming he works for Bonten.” Sanzu answers, chuckling before voicing out how pathetic the man was.

“So basically, he asked for a death sentence? On a Wednesday night?” Rindou followed suit with a giggle, thinking how some men really are stupid.

“Who’s (y/n), though?” Before anyone could answer Ran, the door finally stopped at their designated floor. Mikey didn’t bother waiting for his subordinates and immediately made a beeline for the last room on the left.

His hands rapped through the wooden door, contemplating whether or not should he just kick it down. However, his thoughts halted at the sight of (e/c) eyes he missed getting lost in.

His lips would’ve collided with another pair, but his gaze saw a bounded figure in the middle of the room. Mikey found himself chuckling as he entered the space, followed suit by his men.

To say that it was a sight to see was an understatement. Even Sanzu was amused.

“How was your day?” the silver-haired leader inquires, itching to reach for his partner’s hand.

“Quite dull but otherwise fine. Terribly sorry your package is a bit damaged, love. Being gentle with creeps isn’t really in the job description.” you nonchalantly said with a giggle.

On the other hand, the rest of the group was concerned and slightly terrified. Even if it was their job to break bones and cause mayhem on a daily basis, something still churned in their stomachs at the sight of the man’s fingers peeled open and revealed the bones underneath. Not only that, but they could easily spot the slashes on the person’s arms and thighs; not too deep, but enough to evoke stings that will surely last for days. His face, though blindfolded and gagged, sported bruises. Rindou was sure that his lips were close to non-existent.

“How the fuck did you manage to create this mess? He must’ve pissed you off, huh?” Sanzu asked, stifling a laugh as he examined every bloodied body part, “Shit, did you even spare anything on him?”

“Oh, I saved the best for last. His tongue is still intact, I really want to cut it off; you would too if you listened to his bullshit every day. He doesn’t deserve to have a tongue after the whips we received from his sorry ass. It’s not like he knows the word ‘no’ to do anything about it, anyway.”

You roughly held the poor man’s jaw so he was facing you. “Wait ‘til these men here what you’ve done to their girls. I hope you’ve made peace with your creator, you piece of shit.”

“Isn’t that ironic to hear from an intelligence offer that you want to cut off the target’s tongue, though?” Sanzu chuckled, earning him a snort and a playful eye roll from you.

You then went on to deliver every bit of information to the men before you. From the shitty treatment towards every employee to the attempted grooming as you managed to save a few minors from stepping foot on the dance floor, you could tell they were not happy with the news. After all, the man was posing as one of their business partners despite the embarrassment he had been displaying.

After your report, Sanzu deliberately removed the gag from the person, noticing how some of the skin on his lips were stuck on the cloth. The pink-haired man thought he was going to ask for mercy then and there but was proven wrong. Despite the injuries he sustained, the guy was still cocky.

“Fuck you, bit-”

Meanwhile, Rindou found himself backing off a few steps as the so-called intelligence officer proceeded to beat the man’s face in. Everyone could hear the impacts of your fists as they connected to a now bloodied nose.

“And I hit like one too, right? Of course, I do, sweetheart.”

“(y/n), love, why don’t we let Sanzu handle the rest for you?” Mikey’s words felt like bricks on the other executives. What did their leader just call her? love?

Their speculations were proved to be true when Mikey reached for (y/n)’s bloodied hand and took a towel to clean it. They even noticed how their boss’ eyes somehow lit up as he whispered something to her ear, causing the woman to smile and nod.

“Are we still needed here?” Kakucho asked slowly, his eyes darting from point to point as he refused to look at the couple.

“Yes. Take the documents on the drawer to Kokonoi. (y/n) managed to save us time from what she gathered in the previous weeks.” Mikey answered as he eyed the brothers beside Kakucho, “While you two visit his sorry excuse of a bar. Tell the girls they need to be ready when the vans arrive at 11 tonight.”

“What about this sack of shit, boss? Just dump ‘im in the water and call it a day?” Sanzu prompts, yanking the fellow by his hair.

Mikey turns to you, chuckling at how you were already smiling. “Y’know, how about we have the girls answer for that? This perverted cheapskate did a number on ‘em, I just know they have something for him.”

“That settles everything then. I’ll meet everyone next week; my girlfriend and I have a lot of catching up to do.”

The trio could only nod in return as Sanzu placed the gag back on the man. Mikey’s hand was at the small of your back as he gently ushered you out of the room.

“Need to bathe for hours, love.” you sigh, “I think my body is made of at least a third of body glitter by now. Not to mention the work area was as shitty as an abandoned basement. Am so tired, love.”

Mikey could only chuckle, his hands caging you in for a warm embrace. He couldn’t deny the fact that he missed this and everything else about you in the two weeks of your absence, especially when he desperately tried to sleep alone.

“Of course, love. We’ll take a bath once we get home. And after that, we’re not going to leave our bed until next week.”

SANZU HARUCHIYO:

“Isn’t she so fucking pretty?” Sanzu sighs dreamily, completely missing the three pairs of eyes that looked at him as if he suddenly grew three heads. 

They watched as you slashed through men after men, eyes never looking back as you knew they were good as dead the moment your sword came into contact with their skin. The fight wasn’t supposed to be tipping in your favor, but the 50 men who writhed at your feet instantly showed your prowess. Meanwhile, a few of their bosses sprawled on the nearby tables, all of who met their fate through poison. 

His colleagues’ judgmental looks were casted aside when (e/c) eyes met Sanzu’s unique pair. It was as if the world around you and him vanished, leaving you to drown in each other’s presence. And just like in any classic romance movie, your bodies collided with one another, sharing a passionate kiss in the midst of it all. 

“Get a fucking room, oh my God.” Rindou’s voice popped the invincible bubble open, earning him a string of curses from the pink-haired man who was clinging to you for dear life. 

While the men were displaying meek smiles and nods of acknowledgment, you knew better than to dismiss the big cloud of wariness and nervous body language. 

“So you’re the reason why Sanzu can’t trust gin and vodka anymore.” Kakucho muses, earning him another ‘fuck you’ from your partner. 

“Nah, that’s all him. He doesn’t like to test God and the universe.” 

Ran chuckled, “Is that so? If my memory serves me right, he said he was afraid you’d kill him with it.” 

Your eyes then darted to Sanzu who was suddenly enamored with the building’s interior and architecture. “In my honest opinion, he deserved to be poisoned like the little shit that he is. He almost missed our fifth anniversary.” 

Despite his smile, Ran wondered if you managed to poison anything else in their bar. Should he order the bartenders to bring out fresh bottles just to be sure? 

As if reading his mind, you said, “I know that face, dude. Don’t worry your pretty little heads, I told the bartenders to immediately dispose of everything he used that night. And if you shared glasses with him and you’re still alive, ya got nothing to worry about!” 

Rindou and Kakucho then exchanged glances. You and Sanzu were a match made in heaven, indeed. 

“Sanzu also mentioned that you rarely drink and consume for someone in our line of work.” the older Haitani desperately tried to reduce the thick atmosphere, wanting to get everything over with. 

“How the hell are ya gonna do the job right if you’re under the influence in the first place? It’s not like you can pause your fight or something.” 

Ran didn’t know how, but he successfully eased the situation. He was proud of his work this time; who would’ve thought that he can calm down not one, but two psychopaths in the form of Sanzu and (y/n)? 

“Well it’s been fun catching up with everyone, but I still have work to finish.” You finally say, feigning sickness as you hung on to your fiance for dear life. \

“Ah, yes. Sorry to interrupt y-” Kakucho’s reply was cut short at the contact of your small knife on another man’s throat. No one dared to move as you made way to your latest victim; that’s the 8th, you thought. 

“As Kakucho-san was saying, we’ll see you around (y/n)-san.” Rindou cleared his throat as his eyes refused to meet yours. 

“We’ll just tell Mikey you got to our client first. Wife wanted him dead, ‘no?” Ran stated, his eyes darting at his wristwatch as he too refused to meet you at eye level. He still has to work on his magic after this encounter. 

The trio bowed their heads and quickly made their way to the exit. Meanwhile, Sanzu chuckled at his co-workers’ antics. They were too anxious around his darling, his enigma. The anchor mighty enough to keep him in place whenever needed. He cupped your face and purred, 

“I’ll be seeing you at home, love. Don’t overwork yourself, ok? Text me if you’re on your way so I can heat up our meal.” 

The man didn’t need any other answer from you but an electrifying kiss. His hands picked you up and gently twirled you around. Whispers of adoration from one another held so much love in a few words. And when both of you finally had enough, you cupped his face for the final time and pecked on his lips. 

Sanzu then watched you haul your victim towards your area of work. He sighed at how you handled your job so well, definitely one of the finest to hire out there. And after all these years, he can’t help but still be the same whipped idiot when it comes to you, his lovely assassin.

-🖤-

[keroanya]

tokyo rev boys and funky little shirts i feel like they would wear <3

feeling a little giddy <33 my first post

includes - mikey (bonten), draken, sanzu, mitsuya, ran, hakkai

warnings - slight mention of sex as a joke, mention of drugs (none being used), lactose intolerant ran, just slightly ooc characters^^, implied relationships (explicitly stated with sanzu)

have a good day^^

mikey (bonten)

got it for the cute little dogs

got it because it says death is certain

wears it around the house, refuses to go outside with it on

no one needs to know about his love for dogs

manjirou “the death is certain dog shirt stays on during sex” sano

if you convinced him (or should i say begged him) to wear the shirt with you he would

“y/n i swear i’ll wear it if you shut up already.”

draken

you got him it after toman was disbanded

when you showed him it he just sighed

deep down really found it funny

probably showed it to inui

definitely showed it to inui

would never wear it to work because he wouldnt want to get grease on the shirt <3

would only wear something you got him to work if it was designed to be worked in. he would never forgive himself if he ruined something you got him (we love him, absolute sweetheart)

sanzu

ran got it for him, he was having issues with figuring out which design to get so you stepped in (what a good partner you are, getting a shirt to make fun of your boyfriend)

took him a second to get the joke

it wasnt a second it took him 6 days to realize

lots of playful insults thrown at you afterwards

dont worry you threw some insults as well <3

was mostly angry at ran and forgave you after you brought him cheesecake

would never give ran the satisfaction of wearing it

but does in fact wear it around you because you helped pick it out (another problematic sweetheart <3)

mitsuya

i feel like he would grow mushrooms or have a lot of mushroom inspired trinkets (not the magic ones, just the cute little fairy ones <3, you sickos.)

he IS a fun guy, the shirts just letting the world know

will wear it out, no doubt about it.

“my partner got it for me, i dont really know where they got it, i’d tell you if i knew”

asks you where you got the shirt after

he wants other fun guys to show how much of a fun guy they are <3

ran

ran lactose intolerant era (me too)

sanzu got him it in retaliation

you force him to wear it whenever you two go on an ice cream date

“y/n im not wearing that stupid lactose shirt for the 15th time.”

he wore the shirt. dont worry!

got weird looks from the staff

“this is why i dont wear the shirt.”

dont worry he gets the lactose free ice cream options <33 no sick ran for the day

hakkai

truly is aging like fine wine

yuzuha got it for him

didnt know what fruity meant until you told him

“oh come on”

its okay, we all agree mitsuya’s attractive

i will definitely be doing a part two if this gains some attention, im very tired at the moment and would want to get *something* posted^^

all likes and reposts are appreciated greatly <3

[sie-rui]

hi! before i request i just wanted to say i love ur acc sm! can i have a request on chifuyu, kazutora, and mitsuya (maybe mikey if you feel like it!) where you meet them at a high school party? fluff obviously!

❀ IT FEELS LIKE A PERFECT PARTY | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 matsuno chifuyu, hanemiya kazutora, mitsuya takashi 💿 female reader, second pov (you/your), mentioned use of illegal substances, underage drinking, first meetings, pining, aged up characters (18), au - everyone lives / nobody dies, imagine 📅 august 26, 2021 🔗 masterlist

when you meet them at a high school party. one in a high school dance, two in a chaotic exclusive house party.

. . . MATSUNO CHIFUYU

Dim lights and a slow song suddenly playing, the students finding their partners and making their way to the dance floor. They were smiling, laughing, some were close friends, some you knew were lovers.

You sat there, huffing, leaning on the back of your chain, already knowing that by the end of the night, the pretty dress you wore was going to be tight around your stomach. You couldn’t really bother to care, only pushing the slice of cake into your mouth.

The only reason you even came was the food. From what you heard from your friend (who is now busy with her boyfriend, that traitor), there were going to be long tables of desserts and that’s honestly the reason why you dragged your ass out of bed and came tumbling in with one of your old dresses just barely fitting you.

Pale colored with ruffles, a small trail covering the short heels you wore, the long sleeves fitted perfectly to your arms but the chest part was a little tight—perhaps it was because of the added corset forced upon you by your friend.

All you wanted to do was throw off the death machine on your torso and eat.

Fuck parties.

The song playing just made it even worse.

You never really cared before but this must be the very moment you at least hoped that there was someone offering to dance with you.

Blond was his hair, white was his linen shirt, green was his eyes, and a black tie with white patterns dotted around it was on his neck.

Just like the song, the whole world was going slower and slower as he made his way to you from across the room, a smile flashing on his face when he finally caught your eye.

He stops at your table and you could only put down your fork as he outstretched a hand, green twinkling with such curiosity and innocence almost impossible from a high schooler. “Care to dance?”

You take his hand, calloused, and a quick glance told that there were old scars on his knuckles. The single earring shines when one of the light touches it and you find yourself mesmerized as his eyes seemed brighter than it was.

He guides you carefully, not quite in the middle of the floor but not on the sidelines either. His hold was gentle, on your waist as he brought your palms to his shoulder. It was almost too intimate for strangers, but you find yourself swaying to the slow beat while he leads you around.

It was too hot, the close proximity changed the atmosphere completely. What was once boring and cold now caused warmth to pump in your veins, heart beating too fast that you fear you would faint.

You couldn’t even look at him, avoiding his gaze and acting as if you were discreetly looking around at other couples and the designs made by the students. And in your feigned ignorance, you miss the way his eyes never left you at all.

“Matsuno Chifuyu.”

“What?” You look at him and he grins, flashing you an image of sweetness and youth.

“Matsuno Chifuyu, my name, and I would like to know the name of the beautiful lady I’m dancing with.”

. . . HANEMIYA KAZUTORA

You came in late that evening, not even wanting to come but this was probably your last high school party before finals would eat you and everyone else up so might as well so.

When you arrived, you already wanted to go home.

The house was more trashed than usual and there were a tad too many people, some faces you can’t recognize. Students from another school.

“Did that fucker really invite people from a different school?” You groan, lamenting at the fact because now you can’t do whatever you want.

When it was only students from your year level, from your school, you could let loose—you could drink as much as you want and you’ll be finding yourself asleep, perfectly clothed, in one of the guest rooms. Not only that, but those parties were people you knew, people who knew you, people who agreed that they wouldn't tag you in any of the posts, people who didn’t mind how wild you could get during parties.

But these guys? Especially that pretty boy there with longer hair and blond streaks? Nah. You’ll be hitting it on social media if you do something “out of it” tonight and that is something you would like to prevent; seeing as you were supposed to be studying at this time and not out on some party (like how it was for the past few months).

“Y/n!” The familiar male, the host who’s high most of the time, calls out, a drunken grin on his face as he waves excitedly like those things you find at gasoline stations or outside shops when there’s a special event going on.

You muster up a tired smile, strolling up to him as he shakes off the guy—his very own boyfriend, whining at him to come back, also drunk as hell, sitting on the front yard—to meet you halfway. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“I thought it was only a few of us,” you say before he could add anything else.

With a small pout, he twiddles with his fingers, feigning guiltiness and all you want to do is to smack him (with love, of course, he’s just too nice). “Yeah, but it’s probably the last party for our senior year so I want to make it into this biiiig-” he exaggerates with his arms, “party!”

You sigh, patting his shoulder. “I’ll only be here for a few minutes.”

He whines but you shut him up with another pat, harder this time.

“Drink a few cans then I’m out, if I stay any longer, I’ll be wasted and can’t have that, I have something coming up tomorrow.”

“But you look so pretty!” He complains. “You can’t just come and go like that!”

“I look pretty, I’m badass, I leave whenever I want, no one is allowed to stop me or I’ll send them to hell,” you wink, walking past him and nodding your head at his awaiting boyfriend who was getting a little putty from impatience.

“At least try meeting someone!!”

“Not interested.”

Other than the guy leaning by the door, gazing at you with his arms crossed; the same pretty boy with blond streaks and, now that you’re closer, the most enticing golden eyes you’ve ever seen.

There are certain exceptions.

Despite the almost intimidating aura he gives off, his next smile was gentle (perhaps even fragile).

He was one of them.

“L/n Y/n, and you are?”

His eyes searches yours as he uncrosses his arms. “Hanemiya Kazutora.”

. . . MITSUYA TAKASHI

It was dumbfounding how a normal, sane, high school party turned into this in barely half an hour.

You downed another cup of the cheap beer one of the guests brought. You still can’t believe that your best friend really didn’t invest in any of the drinks from start to finish of the school year. Granted that she was the one who provided the location but still! (The beer was shit, whoever keeps on bringing this brand needs to have a talk with you.)

Messing up your hair, you check yourself out on the mirror in your best friend’s room one last time, making sure that you still looked good despite crying your hearts out earlier at the thought of having to leave the high school life behind soon.

(To think that not even a year ago, you were sobbing because you just didn’t want to go to high school anymore after encountering one problem in your math homework.)

Shrugging, you threw the cup onto the trash can in the corner of the room, exiting it with a slam of the door. Who the fuck cares at the point?

You were pretty sure that everyone was too out of it at this point to even notice the perfect eyeliner that sharpens your eye features. Because damn, you love your eyes and everyone is too high to even look at you properly.

Making your way downstairs, you were greeted with loud music just as someone jumped into the pool outside, creating a splash as everyone cheered him on. There was another group playing beer pong on the corner and the other chatting by the couch despite the speakers blasting some pop song right next to them (they were probably too out of it to notice anyway).

The whole party was a mix of some saner and sober people singing Lady Gaga in the basement, idiots and high singing Britney Spears on one side of the main floor like sluts, the other group playing some games as if there was no strip club opposite of the room, and outside where those who were high but got washed back to reality after getting thrown into the multiple pools.

Tl;dr this party is on a whole different level.

That guy staring at you was on a whole different level as well.

With that lilac hair in a mullet and alluring lavender eyes, he tips his head when he notices you returning his gaze. He lightly raises his hand, showing a second cup on his other hand as he sips on his own.

You walk up to him, brow raised in suspicion. The eye contact wasn’t broken the whole time, even after you leaned on the space beside him and accepted the cup but hadn’t taken a sip just yet.

“I like what you did to your hair, it really suits you.”

“Like how a madwoman wears it?” You joke and he cracks a smile, finally looking away, and oh fuck, he has a pretty smile.

You catch him glancing when he thinks you looked away, checking out as another person gets drowned outside. His gaze trailing up your figure, the hair on the back of your neck rising with his gaze alone.

“Though,” he starts once more, your attention fully back on him. “I am quite curious about who made such a beautiful girl like you cry.”

“You aren’t fully drunk yet?”

He snorts, shaking his head. “I can’t. I came with my friends and at least one of us has to be responsible enough to not get everyone killed. Also, I can't really go home to my younger sisters as a wreck.”

Three thoughts came into your mind all at once.

One was that he was responsible as well. Second is that fuck he’s a caring older brother. Third would be, marry me.

The growing pensive smile on your face might have said it all, the shyness contrasting your look, and he might have noticed as he places down his cup as well. “Mitsuya Takashi. Nice to meet you, despite the situation. But am I going to keep on calling you beautiful in my head or are you gonna drop a name?”

[drakenxemma]

Draken x Emma: wedding (or the future that could've happened) headcanons

They get married as soon as they hit their mid-twenties. Although everyone (except for Mikey) tells them they're too young, they love each other and want to build a family, so they can't see the point in waiting any longer.

Draken runs a bike shop, Emma works in a company.

When Draken tells Mikey he wants to propose to Emma, they hug each other tight and in silence, but both secretly shed some tears of happiness on each other's shoulder.

The proposal is planned by Draken in his simple and moderate style, nothing fancy: he invites Emma somewhere with a nice view at night and no one around, he starts with a touching speech on the importance of being a very solid couple, then he gets down on one knee and gives her a ring with a honey gemstone that reminds him of her eyes. Emma starts crying at his very first word and literally never stops, to the point Draken has to comfort and soothe her. «Emma, you're making this awkward...» «I just love you so much,» she says between the sobs. «So much I'd marry you hundreds times a day.» And she keeps crying.

The wedding preparations are mostly Emma's thing. She wants everything to be pretty and romantic.

Mitsuya personally designes both their reception dresses and Emma is so delighted with the result, she looks forward to wearing hers.

On the wedding day, Emma is deeply emotional and she cries in Mikey's arms for hours. She has to do her make-up at least three times because the tears repeatedly ruin it.

Draken has diligently polished his bike for the occasion, but on that day he is so tense his hands tremble and he is not sure he can drive. The protruding vein on his forehead is nowhere close to fading and when Pah-chin points it out to him, Draken keeps denying he's nervous.

At the ceremony, both Emma and Draken get so emotional, they can barely speak and they get lost in each other's eyes because they're IN LOVE as the very first day. They're so beautiful and their ever-existent height difference makes them even cuter. He tol, she smol, forever and ever.

After the ceremony, they celebrate with a wedding reception where family and all their friends are invited: the atmosphere is lovely and relaxed. Although they're all adults, there are silly little flags on every single dish, it was Draken's idea. «For Mikey,» he answers to whoever asks him why.

Draken never lets go of Emma's hand.

Emma keeps whispering to Draken's ear how much she loves him. Plus, she calls him husband a lot.

At some point Emma takes the microphone and the hall goes silent, she clears her voice and starts talking: she thanks all their friends for staying by their side through the years, remembering the hardships they all went through together, she thanks Mikey for always protecting her and for supporting hers and Draken's relationship, in the end she thanks Draken for always loving and taking care of Mikey, for being such a good person and such a good friend for them, before being the wonderful partner he is for her.

Draken goes red both from love and embarrassment, he smiles at her fondly while his heart is about to step out of his chest.

At the end of the day, Draken carries Emma bridal style to his bike and they go away, while their friends lovingly wave at them.

Before they leave, Mikey approaches them and begs them to come back with good news - which means a nephew or a niece because Mikey wants a little Ken-chin or a little Emma so bad -. Draken and Emma fondly smile at Mikey and reassure him because they already discussed this and they both want a child, so there's a high chance he'll soon become uncle Mikey.

Theirs is a honeymoon by motorbike without a pre-set destination. They decide to leave with just few things, only the two of them on Draken's bike towards suggestive and pretty places in Japan.

+ Bonus:

Mikey couldn't be happier, he spends the whole day with a ridiculously gracious smile on his face because his Ken-chin and Emma will take care of each other and build a family from now on. His dream is coming true and he's grateful, to say the least.

Peh and Pah are happy for the couple and grateful for the delicious food.

Literally everyone is so excited about Draken and Emma getting married.

Takemichi and Hinata have always rooted for them, so they just can't put into words how glad and happy they are. They start considering getting married, too.

Yuzuha, who has previously realized she likes Mitsuya, flirts with him a lot that day (probably inspired and encouraged by the romantic atmosphere) but the outcome is kinda embarrassing since they've known each other forever. «Uhm, Yuzuha, can you please stop this? It's... weird? You just can't flirt, to be honest,» Mitsuya says at some point. «Plus, don't take it the wrong way, but I don't need that, I mean...» «You little sh- What? What are you about to say, huh?» she asks, half aggressively and half panicking. «Everyone in this room knows that I've loved you since I was a kid,» he sweetly smiles. «I don't need to be courted to fall for you.» So Yuzuha kisses him so passionately and eagerly, Mitsuya thinks that the long wait was worth it, after all.

And Hakkai joins Mikey's club of the "proud brother whose sister fell for my trusted best friend".

[noctilucid]

DannyMay Day 15: Nature

**References my Day 4 (Stars) drabble, but stands alone.**

"Circle up everybody!" Ms. Teslaff barked, rapping her walking stick on a boulder embedded in the trail.  "This camping trip is required by the state to be educational.  Therefore, you will be given a group assignment designed to meet municipal standards."  Mr. Lancer opened his messenger bag and started passing around packets and paper bags.  A ripple of complaints and muttered curses spread out through the group.  "You will be assigned a partner, and together you will search for and identify these plants.  Bring back a leaf for each plant in the packet to receive full credit."  

Paulina grimaced and looked down at her shoes for the tenth time that day.  She had thought they'd stay close to the cabins for this trip, and her usual cute flats would have served her just fine on the broad, packed paths cut by hundreds of students' feet in the years before.  But here she was, hiking in them.  The mud was bad enough, but all the uneven terrain was putting creases in the material every time she had to put her weight on the balls of her feet.  And now she was expected to go on a scavenger hunt?  What was she, five?  

"Paulina," Mr. Lancer said with a tired drawl as he read the names written on the brown paper bag on the top of his stack, "you will be partnered with Sam Manson."  He handed her the bag and a packet before moving on to the next group.  

Uhg, perfecto.  I'm with Creepy Manson.  They did this on purpose, didn't they?  Paulina cut her eyes at Sam as she stomped over in her combat boots, looking equally thrilled.  

"How many plants do we have to find?" Sam sighed, taking the packet from her.  She flipped through the pages.  "Well, at least these are all pretty distinctive."  

"I'm sure you're disappointed none of them can lay eggs in my face," Paulina returned with an edge.  She still hadn't forgiven Sam for that incident at the aquarium all those years ago.  

Sam narrowed her eyes, not looking up from the paper.  "Spores."

"What?"

"Plants don't lay eggs.  Some of them have spores."  She folded back a few pages and held up a picture of a fern they were supposed to locate.  "This one can lay spores in your face."  

Paulina raised her hand and waved at the teachers.  "Miss Teslaff, I want a different partner!  I don't want Sam to murder me and bury my body in the woods.  I'm too pretty to die."  

"No changing groups!"  

Paulina huffed and crossed her arms.  "Tough break," Dash said to her as he and Valarie headed off on one of the forks in the path.  

"Good luck!" Kwan chimed in, who was paired with Tucker.  "Hey, you got a plant identifying app on that thing…?"

"Do I ever!"  

Danny put a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder as he followed Mikey uphill.  "Try not to be too hard on her?"  

"No promises," Sam grumbled.  

Soon the path had cleared out except for the two of them and two pairs of band nerds peering over their packets together.  

"Come on, let's get this over with," Sam said at length, grabbing Paulina by the wrist and hauling her off in a random direction.  

"Ow!  Hey, get off of me!"  

Sam did let go, and then scuffled up a tumble of boulders to a trail on higher ground.  Paulina let out a dramatic and frustrated groan before following her up much more slowly.  By the time she caught back up, Sam was standing in the shade of a tree growing out of a split in the rock, studying the packet again.  

"Oriental Thuja?" she said, forehead creased.  "Why would they even put that on here?  It's not native to this area."  

"So we won't be able to find it?" How much is this stupid assignment worth anyway?

"No, it could be here, but it's invasive."

Paulina rolled her eyes.  "Don't tell me you're going to be sacrimonious about plants now too."  

"Oh, of course," Sam returned.  "Because you only like nature if it's pretty and flatters you.  You can't be bothered to learn about something complicated like an ecosystem."  She headed down the trail at a brisk walk, grabbing a sapling and using it as a hand-hold as she swung herself down another steep portion.  

"Would you stop doing that?" Paulina yelled after her, but Sam didn't slow down.  "¡Joder!" she swore under her breath.  Somehow, she was going to make Sam regret this by the end of the day.  She just had to figure out how.  

***

A brooding 45 minutes later, and Sam had found five of the plants they were looking for with little help from Paulina.  

"Next is the purple coned larch…" Sam said, more to the paper held in front of her face than to Paulina.  "We should probably go uphill to look for it…"  Paulina died a little more inside.  No more climbing hills!

"Oh, is that one of the ones that's going to lay spores in my face?" Paulina sniped as Sam strode on ahead for the hundredth time.  "I guess you would end up with some weird kinks after being possessed by an ugly plant ghost."  

"You're the one who brought up the face eggs," Sam said, nonchalant, and notably not slowing down.  "I think that says more about you than about me."  

Paulina clenched her fists.  "Ugh!  You're such a freak, you know that?"

"Aaaand personal attacks mean you have no convincing arguments left in your arsenal!  Looks like it's Sam two, Paulina zero for the day so far."  Sam was steadily moving out of range, and Paulina was forced to follow if she wanted to continue the argument.  She was busy trying to think of a better jab while watching where she put her feet, but Sam beat her to the punch.  "It's kind of sad that you're still hung up on this actually.  Move on already."

Paulina gritted her teeth as the angle of the slope forced her to grab a muddy point of rock to haul herself up with.  "Would it kill you to apologize?  ¡Dios mío!”

"For what?"

"For harassing me with a starfish, Miss Don't-Be-Cruel-To-Animals!"  She stood up and tried to wipe her hand clean on a tree trunk.  "And I mean a real apology, not that stupid letter the teacher made you write."  

"Oh, yeah, to be clear, I didn't mean that apology letter."  

"It was clear," Paulina said, quiet and venomous.    

"I hope you shredded it or something.  I'm kind of embarrassed to have my name on the bottom of it."  

"I threw it in the fireplace as soon as I got home that day."  

"Well, that's a relief," Sam said with a performative grin.  "And no, after what you did to Danny, you'd better believe I'd eat a hot dog before I'd apologize to you."  

"I only went out with Danny to get under your skin!"

"Exactly."

Paulina's hands spasmed between gestures as she tried to collect herself.  "Did you ever think that maybe, if you weren't such a self-absorbed piece of shit, maybe your friends wouldn't get hurt as much?"

Sam's face went blank for a telling second before she focused back on the paper.  Paulina was a little surprised that jab had worked, actually, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.  She couldn't think of anything to follow up with, so she decided to allow the silence to be her victory.

And she's back to climbing again.  Someone kill me…

They had almost reached the summit of the hill they were on— Paulina was debating to herself whether it was tall enough to be considered a mountain— when Sam finally found what she was looking for.  The tree she was examining was scrawny and gnarled, squeezing its roots into the veins of available soil, and it was barely taller than they were.  

"I think this is it.  The needles look the same," Sam said, holding up the page for comparison.  "It would help if the picture wasn't in black and white, though."

Paulina cast a glance over the diagram and the plant in front of them.  "No, it doesn't have the little cones," she grumbled.  I swear to god, if we have to climb any higher…

"This one's pretty young.  I don't think it's old enough to have fruited before.  They take a couple of years to get established."  

"Well how can you tell if this is the right one?  There's a thousand different Christmas trees on this hill, and they all look the same."  Paulina shook her head.  "You know, whatever.  Let's just take a branch and go—"  She sputtered to a stop as Sam pushed the packet and paper bag full of samples into her hands.  Paulina adjusted the materials in her hands and watched as Sam stooped down, fished in her combat boot with two fingers, and pulled out something long and thin.  She pulled off the makeshift cap, revealing the stubby tip of a well-used oil pencil.  

Kneeling in front of the tree, Sam drew some intricate shape on the trunk with the dark blue pigment, then murmured something Paulina didn't catch.  In the shadow of the trees branches, Paulina saw the symbol glow faintly green, and the same light snaked up the tree along the ridges in the bark until it reached the closest branch.  With a quiver, the end of the branch put out fresh needles and then a tiny purple cone.  

"See?" Sam said, breaking off the end of the branch.  "Perfect match."

Paulina gaped like a fish. "You— Holy shit, you—"  Magic.  That was honest to god magic!  Paulina felt lightheaded.  She had been… dabbling.  Combing the internet and old bookstores.  At first, she had hoped to find a spell that could summon a ghost, or anything else she could use to get Phantom's attention.  But as the weeks had stretched into months, she had become desperate to find any scrap of genuine magic.  And here it was.  

"Are you— is that Wicca?" she finally managed.

Sam shook her head.  "Semitic Neopaganism.  There's a difference."  

Paulina paused to think on it.  Could I learn Jewish magic if I'm not Jewish?  Would it even work for me?  She chewed on her lip.  What am I saying?  There's no way Manson would teach me anything in the first place.  Then Sam started speaking softly, and Paulina had to shake out of her thoughts to catch it.

"I did think about apologizing," Sam said.  "Properly.  I was… kind of a mess in fifth grade.  Um.  And sixth and seventh too, actually."  Her eyes remained focused on the pine sprig in her hand as she spoke, slowly rotating it between her fingers.  "I've never liked you.  But that didn't make it right for me to pick on you."  She stood up and took back their paper bag, tucking the sample inside.  "But then you pulled Danny into it.  So, I'll never apologize."  She finally looked up and met Paulina's gaze.  "And neither will you."  Paulina opened her mouth to retort, only to realize that Sam was an image of perfect calm.  It was not an accusation, not a barb, just a statement.  And Paulina had no idea how to respond.  "We're both petty bitches," Sam continued. "It's in our natures.  So… let's just move on."  She extended a hand to Paulina.  "Deal?"  

The offered hand was stiff and formal, as if this were a business meeting rather than two sweaty girls talking on a hiking trail, but Paulina saw an earnestness in it.  Slowly, she reached out and slid her own palm into Sam's.  

"Deal."  She watched Sam for a moment, her unwavering gaze, the ridiculous purple contacts, the stillness which had come over her, like a stone come to rest.  Not sophisticated or refined, as Paulina sought to be, but… very Sam.  Very self-assured, in a way Paulina pretended not to admire.  "We don't like each other."

"Naturally."  Sam released her hand and turned to head back down the slope.  

"But we… don't hate each other either.  We just... are.  Now."  

Paulina saw the little quirk of a smile enter Sam's lips.  "Yeah."  

"And maybe… we can talk about magic sometimes?"  She shook her head, slightly embarrassed. "Like, over text, so nobody gets the wrong idea?"

Sam chuckled.  "Yeah.  That sounds fun."  

A smile crept over Paulina's face in spite of her attempt to hide it.  Oh, what does it matter?  Sam's not looking at me anyway.  She gave herself a moment to squeal silently in her head.  Real magic!  She'd found someone who knew real magic!  She shook her head again.  Of course it would be Manson.  Of course.  

She picked up her pace, in spite of her sore feet, in spite of the damage she was doing to her shoes, to catch up to Sam.  It was easier going downhill.  "What do we still have to find?"  

Sam extended the packet to her, pointing to one of the plants.  "Just two left, lady fern and honeysuckle.  They both like to grow near water, so I saved them for last.  We can head down and check the creek on our way back."  Oh thank god, we're almost done.  Paulina leaned in to get a better look at the fern diagram.  "You know, there's a spell I've been working on that uses ferns.  Maybe we should grab a couple extra?"  

Paulina squealed out loud this time, and clapped a hand over her mouth.  "Sorry," she mumbled through her fingers.  "Solemn.  Solemn goth witch."  She folded her hands in front of her and tried to look composed.  Sam laughed.  

"Nah, you don't have the wardrobe for that.  Go on, be as pink as you'd like."  She stepped down a bank of tree roots and held a branch back for Paulina to follow in her wake.  Paulina paused in surprise before accepting the gesture.

This will take some getting used to.  

[milkytheholy1]

Can I get some headcannons of the turtles having a s/o that's a fashion designer?Like their s/o always surprise them with a cool designed clothing for them.

A/N: I'm assuming you want HCs for the Rise boys, otherwise, oops sorry. In future when people send in requests can you please specify which version of the turtles you want, thank you. Hope you enjoy!

Raph: ❤️

Get's a little bummed when you spend so many days away from the lair because of your job.

Of course, he understands that you're busy.

But this red boy misses you so much.

Counts down the minutes to the weekend when he knows you'll be coming down to visit.

That very Saturday you're walking into the lair with bags littering your arms.

Hugs.

So many hugs.

Missed you kisses too.

When his attention is drawn to the bags you release a little giggle.

You show him some of the clothes you made specifically for him and his brothers.

Tears well in his eyes.

Wears all the clothes with pride because you made them.

Is super surprised at the precut holes made for his shell.

Only decides to wear them for special occasions as to not ruin them.

Donnie: 💜

He's always impressed by the stuff you design.

Never thought you'd make him something, it's usually the other way around.

Doesn't know how to react when you show him the clothes.

Of course, he's excited but also confused.

Why would you spend your time making him something so nice?

You usher him to his room with the bags and beg him to try them on.

He comes out of his room a little awkward.

His arms are stiff and he's sweating nervously.

To ease him up you begin to play some 80's jams.

That got him to loosen up a bit.

Can't stop dancing and trying on clothes.

You can't contain the smile on your face when you see him twirling around the room.

He can't stop posing.

Physically he can't stop.

Help him.

Leo: 💙

Is probably the most excited about trying on your clothes.

He can't believe you're a fashion designer and dating him.

What are the chances?

Constantly gives you advice on the things you design, most of the time it's how much he loves it.

Will relentlessly ask if something is coming back into fashion.

"What about bell-bottoms?"

"Yes."

"And fanny packs"

"Yes."

"And lowrise jeans?"

"OMG LEO!"

Will show-off his clothes around his brothers.

Will strut his stuff.

He keeps telling you he doesn't mind trying on any clothes you make.

Secretly he just likes wearing things that you've made.

And for him too!

Will definitely brag about his fashion designer partner.

Mikey: 🧡

Is struggling to sit still when you drop the bags on his bedroom floor.

This ball of sunshine can't contain his excitement when he sees all the different colours and styles of cloth in front of him.

You have a little fashion show, dancing to some music.

Might accidentally tear a rip in his pants when he attempts to do a split.

Apologises profusely.

You whip out a needle and thread that you carry with you and fix it right up.

Bouncy boy is bouncy again when he sees you're not mad.

Will wear aprons and bibs when eating so he doesn't spill anything on them.

Literally wears them all the time.

You have to pry them off of him so you could wash them.