#if you couldn't tell the snout was really hard

[spinnysocks]

new york city crocodile :)

me and @devilsrecreation were talking about how there's no tamka art! i took matters into my own hands even though i'm not really a drawer lol. if this is the first art of tamka on the internet, i am very proud to be of service, he deserves it!

💫 sketches + references under the cut!

[fictionalslvr]

SYNOPSIS: Leon hated you, but even more, hated himself. The pure anger growing because of his selfish mind. He was just jealous, jealous you were younger and prettier. But his chest couldn't help himself. Not on this case.

PAIRING: Vendetta¡Leon x Younger agent¡Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.148k.

WARNINGS: Age gap, but reader is +18! (Not really Enemies) to lovers, not use of y/n, based on the lyrics of "Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant"

Vorfreude:(n.) The joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.

NOTES:: I'm trying really hard to get out of this writer block, so I'm writing slowly. This is just the start of what can turn into a series, so tell me if you guys like to motivate me to continue writing!

“You can drive all night…”

Leon really could. On nights like this, when the stars aren't visible in the obscure sky, his hands would grip on the steering wheel and drive towards nothing. He's definitely wrong for doing that. Driving while being drunk. Barely recognizing anything on the road, the semaphore lights look like a beam that irritates his eyes. Those same eyes who used to shine brighter than that. Those damn eyes who used to look bigger. Those same eyes who are now tired, exhausted, spent, worn out, every single synonym you could search up for to describe those parts he couldn't recognize anymore on himself. He's now nearly forty, and he never imagined this. The younger and pure him would always thought that forty was the age of success, where he would be resting all day, without work to do, without people in his mind, without worries, nothing to worry about. Silly him for thinking that.

“Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain…"

He never had his answers, never even had one. He would always question himself, like why he's alive and most of his friends dead. This wasn't a bit fair, and not a single fair for that big rounded younger Leon. When he looks to the past, he hopes he gets blind to not see those things again. Forget everything that happened, the days he spent in pure automatic, the bad things he said, the disgusting things he saw and had to participate in. Leon used to think that things would get better, when it didn't.

“You wanna find peace of mind

Lookin' for the answer

If we can find a reason, a reason to change

Lookin' for the answers

If you can find a reason, a reason to stay

Standin' in the pourin' rain…”

That poor old dog had his reasons to stay. Some reasons even seem foolish, like taking care of his dog. He always thought what his dear four-legged friend would do without him, he would probably die, and he can't let this happen. The big Irish Setter called Luis was a gift from Ashley after some years, she said it was to help them to deal with what happened in Spain. The blond was septic at first, and refused to call a damn dog as Luis. But they were very similar. Those eyes followed him everywhere, the way his fur looked like his hair, and soon…he found himself calling him that way he promised not to. It was stupid. But that stupid act helped. Leon felt like Luis was with him all the time, that his friend were there on his side. And he caught himself chatting with the animal, telling him how the day was tiring, and he seemed to understand everything, practically paying attention to his words. He would sniff Leon, place his snout below his hands to earn some caresses and help him forget the subject quickly. He sure is a clever dog, and he rapidly got attached to the pet, or better saying, his friend. Now, the man would enter his house and found the old dog running to him, jumping on his legs to earn his attention. And that futile act would take out a sincere chuckle out of him, only he could do that.

Old as he is now, he asked the D.S.O to work less. And as he worked so much for them, they granted it. Letting him do little jobs, more like a detective. And that only earned him more headaches. Specifically saying, one headache of a woman, his partner that he despises so much. That voice of yours would get into his brain and annoy him.

—”You drank last night again, right? I can see you're not looking well.”

That got him rolling his eyes up every time, groaning in bitterness. Why would you care about him that much? You never did, and he knows it. You were so much younger, so much brighter, so much like him in the past, and he hated this. You were always such a tease, that damn smile plastered on your face like he wasn't worthy of that happiness. Leon hates you. With the depths of his heart, his repugnance about you is real, and he knows himself enough for that. He just doesn't understand. But he thinks he does, and silly him for thinking that.

His true impliccance to you is your happiness. You can't be happy if he isn't, that's obvious. He started to dig why you're happy and he's not. In the serious cases you were alongside with him, you never took it one hundred percent seriously, you would make jokes all the time and he would just ignore. But deep inside, he was holding himself not to laugh.

—”Damn, where's everyone going?” — Leon looked behind, watching you circle on your place, searching for human sights.

—”Bingo.”

And his answer came out of nowhere. So suddenly you didn't expect it. That took a single giggle of you, your eyes squinting as you shook your head to it.

—”Yeah, okay old man.”

He found himself proud, proud that his same old joke made some effect. Even if it was on someone he hated it. Leon sighed softly, turning back to his place and wondering if you would find his other jokes funny. You were always laughing, so it would be easy to make you laugh. But that wasn't the time for it, and neither was important. Leon quickly got back to his serious face and focused on the mission. But you, you were surprised to see such a side of him, even a fraction of it. He never was the one talking to you, and you just thought he was the serious old man you heard of. And honestly, you heard a bit of his story, of his mades and how impressionnant he is. But you would never admit it, because that would be invasive, and you're not prepared to understand his pain.

But Leon is a bad liar, a really bad one. And he couldn't lie to himself, couldn't lie when his hurt hung to each other, not when his pupils dilated without his consent every time, not when his hands started to sweat or the words slipped out of his tongue incontrollably. He knew this was love, in the most bad time to come in, and the most bad person to fell in love, but there's no denial. The problem is, Leon Kennedy is also not going to accept it easy, so that's a big problem from now on. Even bigger if the problem is you, the so annoying rookie that's he's slowly wishing you two are on the same mission, the same rookie that laughs of his stupid jokes, that rookie that brings some desserts some times and he pretends not to like. That damn rookie.

[the-faceless-bride]

Monster OC HC!! - ☆Boris Howlles☆

Relationship HC with Boris Howlles...

Boris Howlles who...When he met you, it was on a full moon, you walked home after a night with your friends when he came rushing towards you with his glowing eyes. And he probably would've killed you. He squeezed you so tight, dug his nails into your arms so hard he left scratches. But he whimpered and threw himself off of you before grabbing at his head, a few moments later he was looking at you, his angry shaped eyes looked soft and guilty.

Boris Howlles Who... when you came looking a few days later, he shunned away from you. He was a monster, Cursed from the day he was born to be a child of the night. To animal like and monstrous to be human, to Human like to be an animal. He expected you to bring a trail of angry humans with touches and pitchforks. But was interested in you, when all you asked was to 'boop' his nose.

Boris Howlles who... dispite his mean looking face and seemingly hard outter shell, comes to enjoy your company, you're his first real friend! And so he tells you everything! About how Shifters and werewolves are different! The reason vampires and wolves of any kind don't get along, how the moon cycles affect how intense his more animalistic features and tendencies are; he tells you how his favorite places to be scratched if his chest and tummy!

Boris Howlles who... in time gets more and more attached, one day following you home in the dead of night, not telling you he was there. Until you woke up the next day to see him standing hunched over into your fridge looking around for something to eat, he was so hungry :( he sat ON your table while you made something to eat, tossing him a steak you had in your freezer. He confesses his attachment to you. He wants to be a pack with you, he'd been alone for so long that now he just can't let you go.

Boris Howlles who... is always trying to convince you to skip work and stay home with him :) who needs stupid money when it should be free to live, so just don't go out and be with him! You have to explain that's not how it works and pry him off your leg to leave the house every single time. And when one day you come smelling like... someone else, he gets... jealous... more than he was comfortable with. He gets angry and pouty with you. He doesn't utter a word to you for the next hour, mad at you for leaving and mad you had the nerve to spend time with someone else! But then that anger shifts...

Boris Howlles who... wishes he was born a Shifter instead. He's angry at fate. He didn't have a human form, he could never walk down the street with you, never hold your hand without worrying about scratching you or accidentally pulling to hard and taking your arm off, he would never be able to... properly kiss you. Not with his stupid snout and sharp fangs. He realizes in that moment that he loves you, but you couldn't be with him. It wouldn't be fair... he only opens up to these confessions and insecurities after you sat next to his and scratched his chest and tummy for thirty minutes.

Boris Howlles who... is thrilled to hear you feel the same way! You'd tried to deny your feelinging thinking a human and a 'monster' like him wouldn't be okay, or appropriate. But he didn't care, and neither should you! He loves you! And he'll be loyal and trustworthy till the very bitter end. However that doesn't stop the jealousy and insecurities of his, one day you came home smelling like that Coworker of yours the one that while you can't tell, he can smell the last they left behind on you. And he wasn't very happy.

Boris Howlles who... that night fully bonded himself to you, and you to him. He tried to be soft... tried to start slow... he was much bigger than you, and he really didn't want to hurt you. But the more he thought of you being his forever and creating a soul bond with him made his so excited... and the idea of that coworker being lustful about you made his so angry :( he was relentless and his pace was unforgiving. His brain just repeated the words "Mine, Mine, Mine, Mate, Mate, Mate," over and over and over again. He didn't stop until you passed out. Unable to take the overstimulatuon anymore.

Boris Howlles who... the morning after made you breakfast... or tried to atleast, he's too big for your little cozy apartment and isn't used to how your human technology works. It's a little burned and bland but you appreciated it nonetheless, and he happily cuddles you the rest of the day off from work. Only stopping to take a shower when you questioned him on the red liquid splatters on his fur, he said it was from a while ago but that wasn't true. It was from last night after he made sure you were passed out! You won't be seeing your coworker the next day at work tomorrow because he just couldn't let them get too close to you, his sweet little doe. But, you didn't need to know that. :)

Art work of Boris is on my 2nd account @all-about-bride

[oleander-nin]

Horrortober Day 29 - Punishment(Mud Dogs x Reader)

A/N, not important: This was really hard to write. Not because I couldn't do it, but because I didn't want to. I didn't start writing until 3pm and then took a break until 1am. I wish coffee worked because I'm tired. Thank goodness it's Sunday ig. Sorry this one's a bit rough, I'll probably rewrite it in the future. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: kidnapping, loss of free will, breaking bones(?), snapped wrist and ankle, yandere themes, dark themes.

Words: 1399

Summary: Leonard stops being your shield

Danny stares at you while you draw on the couch, your shoulders hunched over the small notepad and pencil they had brought for you. You keep your eyes averted from Danny, not wanting to suggest an invitation for him to come closer. Leonard was right next to you, his eyes on the TV that was quietly playing the news. Reports of their recent crimes were being listed, as well as another call for their arrest and for people to report them if they were spotted. Mickey laughs at the broadcast, his droopy face in a wide grin. Danny’s ear twitches, clearly hearing the TV as well, but not bothering to look. His eyes were still trained on you, making you sweat.

Your pencil glides across the paper, the quiet scratching of the graphite drowned out by the TV’s volume. You didn’t want to meet Danny’s beady eyes, knowing that moment you looked, he would call you over. You shift on the couch, Leonard’s attention shooting to you for a second. He rubs his hand through your hair for a moment before his attention returns to the TV, his hand moving to rest on your shoulder. Danny straightens up at the display, his face etched into a small frown. His whiskers twitch as he continues to stare, your hands shaking. You really didn’t want him to make you get up.

“(Y/n),” He calls, making you tense. Leonard glances at the rat yōkai, his eyes curious. “Come here.”

A second passes as you stare at the notepad you were drawing on, your grip on the pencil increasing greatly. Leonard nudges you on the shoulder, a small frown on his face as he tries to direct you towards Danny. You make no move to get up, only shrinking in on yourself. Danny’s eyes darken, his hands folded as he leans forward on his knees.

“(Y/n).” He says more firmly, trying to call you over. You tense, an uneasy feeling in your gut. Danny opens his mouth to call you again, but you put down your pencil in frustration to cut him off.

“I heard you.” You say fiercely, your eyes glaring at the rat. Danny’s eyebrows raise at the small outburst, straightening his back as he sits up.

“Then why aren’t you over here?”

You scowl, turning back to your drawing. “I don’t want to.”

There’s a beat of silence in the room, Leonard staring down at you from where he sits on your side. Mickey even tore his gaze from the TV to stare you down, the eel’s gaze flicking between you and Danny. Danny’s jaw ticks to the side, his eyes narrowing. He continues to sit and stare at you for a moment longer before he gets up. You don’t look at him, knowing he wasn’t allowed to lay a hand on you. Since you had been taken, Leonard had kept the other two from causing you any major harm, even if you seriously screwed up.

Danny gets up from his chair and leans over you, his snout pulled into a snarl. “It wasn’t a choice.”

You glance up at him, letting your leg knock against Leonard’s as you shrink away from the angry yōkai. You try to not look at him, hoping he’d back away if you sank into the couch enough. He doesn’t, his figure hovering above yours while he sneers down at you. His beady eyes scan you for a moment, taking in the false carelessness you were desperately hanging onto.

He reaches over and grabs the notebook you were still drawing on, the lines shaky and crooked from your trembling hands. He mindlessly tosses the scratch pad over his shoulder, yanking your arm forward as he swings you up so you’re being held on his shoulder by the junction of your hip and spine. You push against his back, looking to Leonard for help, but his eyes drift back to the TV. Your mind buzzes with confusion and concern, unsure why the leader of the group was letting you be carted off. Leonard had always stopped them before, pulling you away from the more sporadic members' harsh punishments. But now he only ignores your progressively more frantic calls, his eyes glued to the screen like you ever existed.

Mikey watches with a grin, his eyes glinting mischievously as he sticks his tongue out at you. Danny continues to haul you off, taking you into another room so he could do what had never been allowed before. You knew what you did was wrong in their eyes, but you never expected this to be their breaking point. You start to call out for Leonard, only for him to turn up the volume of the TV to drown your calls.

"Sorry sweetheart. You did this to yourself." Danny purrs, his grip tightening as he takes you into his room. Your heart lurches, your fingers crossed as you hoped dearly you would only be subjected to minor isolation for your show of insubordination, but Danny moves past the pile of blankets and pillows you were permitted to sleep on. He sets you on his bed with the gentleness of a lion, his eyes dark and shifty. You try to sit up but he shoves you back down, a look of warning shot down at you. Your leg rushes forward, an attempt to kick the rat away, but he simply grabs your ankle. His grip tightens as his face contorts into a more angered, beastly look. It was like he was truly becoming the monster he prized himself on being. 

You start to scream from the pressure building on your ankle, your bones stressing under his grip. A loud pop followed by a quieter snap hits your ears, your mind processing the sound faster than it can the blinding pain. You scream, the initial feeling of your joints popping unnaturally sending shocks of agony through your limb.

Danny drops your foot and leans over you, grabbing your chin to make you face him. You whimper, your eyes watery and face red from withheld screams. He tsks at you, squeezing your cheeks twice and watching them pudge up. “You know this is your fault, right?”

Your eyes water as you try to take your head back, the pain slowly morphing into a dull ache as long as you don't try to move it. Danny doesn’t wait for you to answer, his other hand traveling to your wrist. You don’t have time to even protest before he does the same thing to your wrist, letting your body crumple and hand go limp. You don’t scream this time, biting hard on your cheek to keep the pain inside as you try not to sob.

“Don’t you ever ignore me like that again.” He hisses, pulling your face towards his own. You continue to let your face puff, trying to keep down any noises that give in to your pain. Danny watches you struggle with this, a smile finally gracing him once more. It was evil, the same one that he donned when he found you after your first escape attempt. You try to pull your face back from him, but he holds firm, his voice a harsh rasp as he looks down at you. “Leonard won’t always protect you. You need to stop being such a brat. Try this again, and no matter what Leonard says to it, I’m breaking both of your legs. Understand?”

You nod tearfully, a small whimper escaping your closed lips. Danny leans back, satisfied. He seems smug now, happy he was both allowed and able to beat you into submission once more. “Good. Now don’t forget it.”

And with that, he lets go, turning around and leaving you on the bed to get bandages and medicine for your pain. You sink down, pulling your limp wrist to your chest so you could cradle it while he is gone, trying not to cry. What little protection and power you held seemed to be gone, and you weren’t sure how long you could survive without Leonard’s protective stance on the punishments. You blink back tears, sucking in a big breath to calm yourself a tad. If you were lucky, he’d fight for you again tomorrow, and this would all be a bad day on the calendar. A nightmare, or a warning, but nothing more.

Gosh you hoped so.

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

}{ I Found Love Where It Wasn't Supposed To Be }{ Part 3 }{

}{ first }{ prev }{

They kept the dragon in Xornoth's quarters for the first few days. Scott preferred a cooler room, often leaving his balcony door or windows ajar even in mid-winter, while Xornoth often had a fire lit even in the summer, making their room the obvious choice. Scott gathered the warmest, softest blankets he could find and and made a makeshift nest near the fireplace for the dragon. As uncomfortable as the heat could get and as busy as he was, every spare second he could find was spent right next to their new charge.

"You might have to translate for me when he wakes up," said Scott, tracing a finger over the dragon's snout. "I never could get the hang of dragonspeech."

Gem had tried her best to teach him. But dragonspeech was a form of mental communication rather than verbal, making use of emotions and abstract concepts rather than concrete words. It could be translated into verbal languages, but nuance was often lost on beginners. And for someone like Scott, who put a hard freeze on all but the shallowest of emotions long before he learned to control ice, it wasn't a form of communication that came naturally to him.

"It's really not that difficult." Xornoth's teasing tone bordered on mocking, and Scott pinned his ears in annoyance. Xornoth didn't apologize, but they hesitated, and their next words came in a kinder voice. "I'll translate what I can. But he's not likely to express anything terribly complicated."

Scott shrugged, gently scratching along the dragon's neck the way his favorite owl liked out of habit. "Still, having someone more fluent than I am to translate will make it easier to learn. Gem couldn't always find the right - oh! Hello there, little one."

There were a few sleepy blinks, then gleaming blue eyes peered up at him. Scott recognized the nudge of another consciousness at the edge of his own. Along with it came a sense of wary confusion, then recognition and the feeling of warmth. The dragon moved toward him, wobbling like a new kitten, then sank back down with his chin resting on Scott's knee.

"Oh, you're a cutie pie," cooed Scott, stroking the top of his head with one hand and reaching into his pockets with the other. "I brought some mutton from the kitchens in case you woke up, I'm sure you're starving."

He was pleased to see the dragon eat eagerly despite the lingering weakness. "May we have the honor of knowing your name?" asked Xornoth, and the cautious respect in their voice surprised Scott. Though it made sense, he supposed, given their time bound by the Ender Dragon. They still felt guilty, they admitted to him once, about how cruelly they'd behaved toward her when she was only doing her duty, and about how callous they'd been about her death.

"Is - is he not answering that, or am I more out of practice than I thought?" asked Scott when he didn't hear anything at all in response, let alone anything that could be taken as a name. He doubted he simply missed it; dragon names were often long, made of words and phrases that described the subject's essence. He'd thought Gem's to be quite pretty, something along the lines of the amethyst crystal that resonates as magic flows through it.

"No, he didn't answer," said Xornoth.

Scott hummed and rubbed his fingers under the dragon's chin. He almost stopped when he felt a prick of annoyance that wasn't his own, but then the feeling disappeared and the dragon settled into the touch with a soft sigh.

"Can you tell us what happened, hm? Why were you all alone on top of the coldest mountain in Rivendell?" Scott murmured. For a moment it seemed the dragon was more interested in chin scratches than answering, then he felt a sense of irritated emptiness settle into his chest.

"He doesn't know," Xornoth translated. The dragon glanced up at the sound of their voice, as if only just remembering a second person was present. Then there was a flurry of fear, anger, and confusion as he stood, flaring out his wings and baring his teeth even as he struggled to keep his balance. For a moment it almost seemed like he was trying to put himself between Scott and Xornoth. But, Scott thought, surely he was mistaken about the sense of protectiveness he felt from the dragon. Why would this creature he'd only just met, who was so weak and vulnerable no less, prioritize the elf king's safety over his own?

To anyone else, Xornoth's face probably looked expressionless. But Scott could see the way they wilted ever so slightly, unhappy but resigned as the dragon bestowed upon them the same name Gem had. Hellfire creature, torturer and enjoyer of sorrow and suffering. The best translation into elvish was the same name everyone spat at them: Demon.

"That's not their name," Scott chided. He didn't know what exactly to replace it with, but that wasn't who their sibling was anymore.

"I haven't done anything to earn a better one," Xornoth countered. "Never will, probably. You saw what I was like under the Corruption's influence. How could I ever make up for all of those cruelties?" They bowed to the dragon, speaking aloud for Scott's sake at the same time as they spoke in dragonspeech. "But, I am remorseful for my actions, truly. My only aim is to repair as much of the damage I caused as I can, and I don't mean any harm to you or my brother."

The dragon stared them down, absorbing their statement. It was nearly impossible to lie to a dragon in their own tongue, Gem had explained to Scott once. The very nature of it made it difficult to fully mask any deception. It was how she knew he really hadn't meant to hurt her when his magic backfired.

After a moment the dragon accepted that Xornoth was being genuine, settling down into Scott's lap with a quiet trill of discomfort. Okay. Fine. It was getting easier for Scott to put words to what he was sensing from the dragon. You can be 'the purple one' for now, I guess.

Xornoth chuckled. "I can live with that. What will you call Scott? Does he get to be 'the blue one'?"

The dragon looked up at Scott, and his breath caught as Xornoth's translation confimed he hadn't misunderstood the name he was given: cold starlight that gleams off the blue snow, evoking divine awe and wonder at its sharp beauty.

Xornoth grinned as Scott's ears bloomed red. "Seems he thinks quite highly of you, Starlight. If he were a higher dragon I'd almost think he wanted to court you."

"Shut up," muttered Scott, but couldn't help but smile as he stroked the dragon's head. 'Starlight.' He rather liked it, actually. Fwhip had called him that once, teasingly. His throat tightened at the thought of his missing friend.

He traced a line over the dragon's back, looking at the crimson and black coloration. Fwhip was a blood dragon, too, with similar patterning, though he was much larger in his dragon form than this. Scott lifted the dragon and pressed a kiss to his snout, grinning at the flare of disgruntled surprise and the way he lashed his tail like an annoyed cat.

"Since you won't tell us a name," he decided, "I'm going to call you Fwhip. It's after a friend who I miss very much. Hopefully you don't mind."

}{ first }{ prev }{

[kleotheundeadone]

Scenario: Angel Shows You His Poetry

(A/N: I head cannon Angel as being a fan of poetry, and writes some of his own in his spare time. Originally this was gonna be a little huskerdust oneshot, but after a very stressful 10 minutes I concluded that I did not know how to write for Husk. So until I figure him out, I turned this into a Scenario. I kept it pretty neutral, so feel free to interpret your relationship with him as romantic or platonic) ⚠WARNING, WARNING⚠ It's sort of angsty? KInd of? I dunno, i'm warning you anyway just in case

"Hey, what's this?"

You carefully pick up the pink binder filled to the brim with paper from off of the floor, the words "poetic shit" written in the center in swirly black lettering. "Oh hey, how'd that get out here? Nugs must have been messing around under my bed and pushed it out." As if on que, Fat Nuggets wiggles himself out from underneath Angel's bed, sniffing slightly as he waddles over to him. "What is it?" You flip it open for only a second before Angel pulls it out of your hands, tossing it onto his pillow nonchalantly as he sits down on his bed, Fat Nuggets cradled in his lower set of arms, already fast asleep. "Nothing nothing, just some like joke poetry nonsense I write sometimes whenever I'm feeling bored." You had never really taken Angel as the artistic type. It wasn't totally unbelievable, but it was kind of hard to picture. And out of all the things... Poetry? It was intriguing to say the least. "Can I see them?" Angel gave you a look. He was hesitant. Nervous even. But he quickly covered it up with a smirk as he grabbed the binder and flipped it open, pulling out a small handful of pages. "Of course! Here's some of my best work. It's some real Shakespearean stuff, believe me~." There was something tucked away beneath the surface of his expression. Something you couldn't quite place. You wanted to prod, but you decided against it. Maybe it's nothing.

The poems he showed you were about what you expected. It was basically the typical sex jokes he'd tell usually, only now they rhymed and were in glittery pink cursive writing. So why were you still disappointed? It was Angel. What did you expect? But still... You had a feeling there was more to it. More to him. "Oink!" Fat Nuggets poked his head up from Angel's arms, squirming further against him as he attempted to press his nose against the hand Angel was using to hold one side of the binder. "Ahaha! Nugs! Come on little fella, cut that out, eheha!" A page from the binder came loose as Angel lifted it up in order to get it away from Fat Nuggets curious snout, falling face-up in front of your feet. As you lean down to pick it up, you quickly notice that the page is older than the others you read, based off the slight yellow tinge and tears at the corners. "Woah woah, hey, hold on a second-" His words don't register in your mind as you begin to smooth out the pages creases, taking notice of the complete shift of writing style. It was written in regular black pen, in print instead of cursive, was much longer than his other poems, and it didn't rhyme. And as you carefully scanned the words on the page, you find yourself getting lost in the literature before you, unaware of the way his cheeks paled as you read silently.

Hot And Cold

How does one ever survive in the cold? I may never truly know the answer Yet in spite of such, I am living in it, overtaken by the icy frost I breathe in the air that surrounds the space between us, and my chest burns My lungs filled with ice crystals, and I shiver I'm cold So very very cold I beg of you, I beg Let me feel your warmth If not only for a moment A second A fraction of that time My mind freezes over, and I forget my name Tell me what my name is Unthaw my snow covered mind Whisper warmth into my skull and melt the ice away So I may know the feeling of being alive again You hold me, and I feel warm So so so warm Too warm It burns All I ever wanted was to feel warm But who am I to deny your heat? So I dare not turn you away Burn away my skin, and consume my flesh in flames Tear away my cooked remains, and lick my bones clean Bury me in the ground, and let the earth take root in my marrow May my sullied remains be worthy enough to bear fruit That is my only use My only use The flames between us glow dimly A raging forest fire, now a mere candle, flickering in the wind I am warm I know just who I am I am real, raw, and absolute I could just about say my name My name is... The candle flame flickers and goes out You're gone I feel cold I don't know who I am I'm so cold So so cold

You were speechless. You only start to realize you're tearing up when you notice your tears dripping onto the page. You wipe your cheeks with your sleeve before looking up towards Angel, his gaze locked onto you anxiously as he balled up and released his fists repeatedly. He didn't rush to take the page from you like you expected, or even tried to play it off like a joke. He just sat quietly, waiting for you to say something. Anything. You smiled softly as you held it out towards him. "This is beautiful Angel." He smiled back.

"Thank you. Just... Thank you."

[insomniwillow]

Hey there!! Here is a little prompt for you if you wanna write <3 (i love your writing) I would love to read either Techno or Missa preening and taking care of Phil's wings :D you can write it fluffy or angsty whatever you feel like making. For Techno maybe in antarctic empire times (after a big battle?) and Missa on quesadilla island (after EK possession perhaps?) GO WILD!!

again, sorry this took so long, the burnout really got to me! cute prompt though, even if it was a struggle to write i'm pretty happy with the end result!

also, again, even longer than the last prompt i filled so uh. sorry to me and you're welcome to everyone else ig

Read here on ao3!

Missa shivered as he blew out a foggy breath, watching from his position on the bed as Technoblade started a fire across the room.

Phil was sat beside Missa, fiddling with a frost-covered radio with shaking fingers and a frustrated grimace, though Missa couldn't say he was much better off. They'd been traveling to one of the outer Antarctic outposts to check on the trade that had been cropping up there, but a blizzard had blown through unexpectedly. They nearly hadn't made it into the bunker before the storm really hit- he could still hear the wind howling outside, rattling against the door, threatening to steal whatever warmth they'd had left.

His fingers were numb where they were tucked under his armpits, still gloved, and he rocked a bit in his seat to work some more heat into his body. He wasn't shivering, and he remembered that that was a bad sign, but other than cold and exhaustion he felt mostly fine. As fine as one could be in a place like this, anyways.

"Theeeere we go." Techno said as a spark suddenly caught, weakly flickering into a decent blaze that filled the whole bunk with the smell of smoke. "Jeez, and just when I was starting to think they'd only left fake logs for us."

"Uh huh." Phil snorted distractedly, his wings hunched close around his shoulders as he kept messing with the radio, slowly filtering through frequencies until he found the one for the outpost. "Those classic fake logs that everyone knows about."

"Y-yep." Missa said, as primly as he could manage, and there were the shivers now, wracking through him in consistent waves. "Ay mierda-"

"It'd be a hell of an assassination method, you gotta admit Phil." Techno said, and even with the thick scarf still obscuring his mouth and snout, Missa could hear the smile in his voice. "Even Missa's shaking in his boots just thinking about it."

"I t-think that-t might just-t be the h-hypothermia." Missa chattered back, hunching in on himself a little more as Phil finally threw him a glance before lifting a wing to tuck Missa close to his side. His winter clothes were a little too thick to feel the warmth, but Missa found the contact comforting anyways. Phil wasn't one for physical affection most of the time, especially due to the circumstances of their marriage to begin with, but Missa was more than happy to take anything Phil was willing to give. "Still not-t use to it-t, I think-"

"That'll come in time, mate." Phil said, his tone already mildly scolding. "You gotta let us know when you need a break, because it's a little hard to tell when everything's going on- Ah, there we go."

The radio whined into focus, muffled but slightly intelligible voices coming out of the speaker, and Phil held it up to his ear as Techno shuffled towards their packs, withdrawing a pot and a bundle of cloth that Missa knew would eventually become a soup. It was becoming a familiar scene now, nearly a year after he'd been brought to the Antarctic and about two months since he'd decided to travel with Techno and Phil to the outposts that surrounded the Antarctic empire as a whole. It was a necessary practice, considering how small their nation really was, and Phil and Techno seemed to have a personal attachment to the ritual, one which Missa was glad they'd deemed fit to let him tag along.

"Looks like they've estimated the storm'll take until morning to blow itself out." Phil muttered, just loud enough for Techno to hear over the crackling of the fire. The scent of savory spices was slowly beginning to filter throughout the bunker, making Missa's stomach start to rumble to life. "Ah well. Shouldn't put us too behind our scheduled meeting time, right Tech?"

"Nah, we gave ourselves like a week for a buffer, so we should be fine." Techno returned, stirring his spoon through the pot and making the smell of the soup inside even stronger. "Saved a bit of time by sticking underground for the first half of the trip anyways, so-"

"We really need to invest more into that kind of shit." Phil said, chewing a bit on his bottom lip, and Missa forced himself to look away from where he'd been unintentionally staring at Phil's mouth, his face burning a bit. He focused on Phil's wing instead, still wrapped around his back and shoulders, the feathers a little damp and ruffled from the strong winds they'd taken shelter from. Missa felt an irrational urge to fuss the feathers into place, but he kept his hands to himself, still safely tucked under his armpits while they slowly thawed out. "It would make this shit easier to deal with."

"But then we would have to dig out the tunnels ourselves and the infrastructure alone, Phil." Techno said, his voice loud and exaggerated enough to make Phil laugh at him, setting the radio aside. "Let's see how well we're doing on the sales front before we get to that one, alright?"

"Whatever you say mate." Phil said with a grin, working his gloves off before he leaned down to yank his boots free, nearly making Missa topple over with him. "Shit! You doin' alright there, mate?"

"Yep!" Missa squeaked, righting himself hurriedly before he removed his hands from under his arms and tugged his own gloves free, his fingers still red and raw, but he could at the very least feel them now. "But there's gotta be a better way of traveling than this right? Even if it takes a long time, wouldn't the benefits be worth it?"

"See, that's what I'm saying." Phil said with a chuckle, leaning a little further into Missa's side as he glanced at Techno, who was rolling his eyes at the both of them. "If we're thinking long-term, then it would be so worth it, even if we're in the red for a bit-"

"You seem to be forgetting interest Phil. And also how many of these chumps would hold any and all debt above our heads for as long as they can." Techno snorted dismissively, though he looked contemplative now. "Though I supposed whatever ice we collect from it could offset some of the cost, and then use the tunnels to funnel in more trade to the regions that are harder to reach, though we'd have to figure out what to do about the heat that kind of traffic would produce, and how close we would need to keep the tunnel to the surface, and-"

"There he goes." Phil murmured fondly, and Missa swallowed roughly, feeling a small shiver run down his spine that definitely wasn't just from the cold. Phil cast his gaze over to Missa and he was suddenly painfully aware of just how hot his face was. "You need to sit a little closer to the fire, mate? It's alright to move if you're still cold."

"Oh, I'm okay, Philza." Missa managed, feeling a little relief once Techno handed him and Philza a bowl of soup, still steaming and fragrant in his hands. He stirred the pot again before he served himself his own bowl, a little bigger than either Phil or Missa's, drinking it straight without flinching in a move that Missa found vaguely horrifying even after months of witnessing it. He turned back to Phil. "Are you okay though? I know the wind was a little rough on your wings-"

"Oh, yeah I'll be fine." Phil said, his tone dismissive enough that Missa couldn't help feeling a little hurt by it, though he did his best to swallow that irrational feeling down. Phil wasn't one to accept help often, or really at all, if he could help it. Techno's ear flicked back towards them the second Phil had waved Missa off, and he glanced back at them both again with a steely look in his eye.

"I'll preen you before bed, old man." He said, his tone leaving no room for argument, and even Missa felt a little chided by it, even as Phil rolled his eyes. 

Phil wasn't necessarily the first avian he'd ever seen but he was the one Missa had spent the most time with, and trying to learn their habits through osmosis alone was a little tough. It was a little better now than it was when he'd first come to the Antarctic, newly wedded and terrified of doing something to cause Philza or Techno to reject him, which would've dealt a huge political blow to his home country of Extremo. Back then he'd rather die than ask any personal questions in fear of causing offense, and though that fear had waned a bit, he still struggled with the urge to stay quiet.

That urge wasn't helped at all when it was just the two Antarctic emperors together, with Missa feeling as though their relationship- whatever it was- was something sacred that he couldn't dare encroach upon. Silent communication and support and affection for the other, something that hurt Missa to watch even as he couldn't tear his eyes away from either of them. There was an ache in his chest that refused to cease whenever he watched the two of them, but now, a year later, it was a familiar kind of pain.

"I don't think you're gonna give me much of a choice either way, huh mate?" Phil sighed, long-suffering but still fond somehow, and Techno didn't even bother to respond, just flicking his ear in their direction again.

They ate the rest of their food in a companionable silence, broken up by the muffled howl of the wind outside and the low chatter coming from the radio, and Missa could feel himself slowly starting to warm up. As soon as he was finished with his food he shucked off his top most coat, the fur lining thick and matted with sweat and he breathed a small sigh of relief. Techno groaned as he sat up, stretching his back out before he stood properly, wandering over to the bed and nudging Phil to the side so he could sit. Suddenly feeling out of place, Missa stood, taking Techno's bowl from where he'd left it on the ground and rinsing the dishes out with their bucket of snowmelt.

He could hear Techno and Phil's low murmurs as he faced away from them, and felt a spike of something in his chest as he dared glance back, seeing Phil half draped across Techno's lap, his hands already buried in the frazzled down.

It was stupid to want, he knew, especially for things he would likely never have, but he could feel that ache persisting in his chest anyways, entranced by the picture the two of them made.

The two emperors who'd built their own empire alongside one another, had fought countless battles both political and physical far before Missa had arrived. A duo unrivaled and unmatched by every pair that came before them, competent in every way- it was no wonder then, that Missa found it so difficult to even stand beside them, as if he could even hold a spark of flame to everything they were, all they'd done.

And yet...

Missa froze when Techno's eyes found his, still absentmindedly working his way through Phil's feathers, even as Phil himself had grown drowsy and limp at some point, breaths even. They didn't speak for a moment, Missa at a loss for words and Techno... well, he'd always been a little hard to read. Harder now that he wasn't saying anything at all. Missa could feel the heat of panic and embarrassment burning his cheeks and neck, but still he couldn't force himself to look away.

Techno wrinkled his snout before heaving a sigh, eyes skating over to the wall, the fireplace, the door, before settling on Missa again.

"Alright, talkin' ain't exactly my strong suit, but do you wanna.... Help me do this?" He made a motion over Philza's wings, both sounding and looking distinctly uncomfortable as he spoke. Missa hesitated a moment, glancing down at Phil who was still splayed out limply across Techno's lap. That feeling was still there, the sense that he was intruding on the two of them, even with Technno's offer. "It'll go by faster with two sets of hands, just sayin'."

"Ah, uh, is Philza okay with me...?" Missa hedged, setting the bowls aside as he waffled between standing and remaining crouched.

"Phil!" Techno called, and Philza jolted up in alarm, eyes flying open even as Techno's hand in his wing kept didn't let him go too far. "You alright with Missa giving me a hand with your feathers, old man? Since you wanna be lazy and let me do all the work for you."

Phil's eyes darted over to Missa, and he attempted a smile, though he knew it probably looked more like a grimace with all the anxiety he was holding in his chest. He forced himself to expect a no, an apologetic smile and shake of the head as Phil settled back down in Techno's hold. Missa knew how much Phil enjoyed flying, and just how important preening was to that process, one that Missa was practically fated to fuck up in some inexplicable way. 

That was just... who Missa was, really.

"Missa?" Phil muttered, his voice slurred cutely with his doze, and Techno playfully ruffled his blonde hair, rousing him a little more. "Wha- yeah, yeah, it's fine. Fuck mate, you don't have to ask."

"Pog." Techno said, a nonchalant as could be as he waved Missa over, Phil already moving to lay himself back down with a sigh, blue eyes half lidded as he watched Missa suddenly scramble over to the bed, his next breath coming out as a chuckle. "Alright, you take that wing and I'll take this one, yeah?"

"Okay?" Missa's heart felt like it was caught in two different directions at once- elation for being handed that kind of trust so implicitly, and fear for making things worse. His hands hovered above Phil's feather, hesitating as he watched Techno's hand get to work, pinching each errant feather and gently stroking it back into place. Missa took a breath and resolved himself to do the same, looking to Phil's expression for any displeasure or pain as he took the first feather in between two fingers. "Is that- okay?"

"Yep." Phil muttered, burying his face into his folded arms with a contented sigh, and Missa felt some of that tension in his chest ease seeing Phil so relaxed. "Fuck, you're both puttin' me to sleep."

"Well, everyone can see that, Phil." Techno snarked, digging the tips of his fingers against the muscle where Phil's wings met his back, and Phil groaned, loud enough that Missa immediately felt heat rush to his cheeks yet again. "All covered in knots-"

"Fuck off." Phil huffed, eyes blearily focused on Missa, who was doing his best to avoid eye contact. Phil hadn't said anything yet, but just being looked at was enough to make Missa nervous. "Do I even want to ask how fucking tense you are, mate?"

"Now that, Phil, is what we call ''nun-ya'." Techno said haughtily and even that was enough to startle a surprise laugh out of Missa.

"You just fucking stole that from Fit."

"Oh, And I supposed everything I say has to be fully original?"

"I think people call that 'creativity.'" Missa shyly hedge, giggling nervously when Techno shot him a deadpan look over Phil's spread wings, the feathers along the outside looking far smoother than they had before Techno had gotten his hands on them. Missa nudged another feather into place, ignoring how his fingers ached a bit with the repetitive motion- he'd rather sleep outside in the snow than give up this kind of offered closeness. "Que raro eh?"

"Oh, I see how it is. The two of you are ganging up on me now? This is just typical." Techno complained, his voice purposefully gruff and exaggerated as he waved his hands around, and even Phil was laughing at him now. "You think you know a pair of people and then suddenly they're pickin' you apart in the dead of a storm- And I guess you'll both want your share of the bed next?"

"If you don't mind mate." Phil said primly, apparently deeming his wings done enough to shake both Techno and Missa's hand free, though he still didn't move from where he was splayed across Techno's lap. "Gotta get up early tomorrow if we wanna keep on your schedule."

Missa hovered a little awkwardly in his seat on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling a little wrong-footed as he flexed his fingers a bit, only realizing then just how stiff they'd gotten working through Phil's down. He couldn't regret it though, considering he didn't know if he'd ever get an opportunity like that again. Phil wasn't very physically affectionate to a lot of people outside of Techno, so Missa let himself savor this little moment of vulnerability he'd been allowed.

It was nice.

"Hands sore?" Techno asked idly, adjusting Phil so they could both lay down on the mattress, digging the thick furs out from underneath the three of them to get better settled. Missa stood awkwardly, a little off-balance, but pleased nonetheless, even as Techno tossed the blankets over him and Phil.

"Oh, yeah, I'm just not used to it, I think." Missa offered nervously, and Techno gave a hum of consideration as Phil kept staring up at the both of them, chin propped up on one hand. Then Phil smiled, sharing a look with Techno before his pretty blue eyes settled back onto Missa. He lifted one wing, and the blankets with it, like an invitation, and Missa only hesitated a moment before gingerly climbing back onto the bed, letting Phil's wing settle over him. He hadn't even realized just how cold he was until he was tucked safely under the blankets, the bed big enough that even with the three of them his leg just barely brushed against Phil.

"Guess you'll just have to keep helping Techno until you get the hang of it then, huh mate?" Phil teased, and for once Missa felt like he understood the offer for what it was- an invitation with an easy out, a playful quip that could be taken in either direction, left to Missa's discretion.

Missa felt himself smile, relief spreading cool in his chest as he let himself settle a little more in bed, shyly looking up at Techno as he leaned over the both of them to make sure the furs were tucked up around their chins. Techno caught his eye and offered a small smile, tusked bared and jewelry glinting in the firelight, and Missa could feel something in his chest settle in kind.

He didn't think he'd ever felt as cared-for as he did with Techno and Phil.

He let his eyes fall closed, burrowing even further into the soft warmth of the bed, letting himself relax for the first time that night. "I'd love to."

[some-pers0n]

Fine, I guess I could share with Tumblr some goofy Albatross writing I cooked up for the Wiki. Here ya go. It's mostly dialogue, but I think you guys like that.

Foreword: it's the massacre and whatever, so Albatross is being rather...yeah, unstable to say the least.

It was behind him. The monster was right there. Fathom could hear the sounds of its breathing. It was sharp, laboured, and uncanny.

"Fathom..." it hissed. It spoke with his voice. But it wasn't him. It couldn't be Albatross. There must have been some sort of enchantment done on him. Some evil animus from another tribe. There had to be some reason for why this was happening.

This...it's not him. It was pretending to be him. This wasn't Albatross. Those words repeated in Fathom's mind. Spinning around like a dragon caught in a whirlpool, going faster and more intense with each passing second.

"I know you're in here, grandson," it said. Its voice was wispy and thin. It flowed through the room like a layer of cold fog. "It's hard to miss that familiar smell of fear. You were always so anxious using your magic..." The sounds of claws clacking against the floor startled him. "It's my fault, really. All those times I told you about the dangers of this magic."

It paused. "You had so much potential. I saw it from the moment you shattered my ribs. That small, insignificant coconut..." It let out a weak, gurgly laugh. "You remember that day, right? I was so...happy to see I had a new pupil. No– no, that's not quite right. It wasn't about the training. Never was."

Fathom could hear it coming closer. He held his talons to his snout, concealing his panicked breaths. It tapped the boat next to him. "You know how lonely it is. How isolating it is to be an animus. You had the gift of discovering your magic in a safe, controlled way. Me? Oh...oh no. It started with blood and screams, and it will end the exact same way."

It let out another laugh. "You never had to live like me. You will have the luxury of dying before they could ruin you. Before they treat you as little more than a performing animal. A beast they managed to contain and teach a couple of party tricks."

Suddenly, a slam. Fathom saw a bunch of spears fall to the ground, the sight of this monster's tail hitting it in the corner of his eye. "They USED me! They would've used you too. They never cared. They feared me. They hate dragons like us. Too dangerous. Too wild. They force us to bend to their will. Tell us that we don't deserve happiness or what we want."

It snarled. "My entire life was wasted serving a dragon who wanted to see me suffer. Lagoon, that horrible, nasty wretch, she would've treated you the same." He half-heartedly chuckled. "You asked me the other day about how I was doing. You want to know what? I heard her plans. I knew what she wanted to do with me."

Another crash of metal and spears as the monster swiped at a boat. "She was going to kill me. Slit my throat in the middle of the night. Frame it as an assassination from the NightWings. Just like that! Gone! My life meant NOTHING! I would've died as little more than a slave!"

Then, a strained cry. "She took everything from me, Fathom. She...she deserved what she got. Sh– she had it coming. Seventy years of temptation. Seventy years of contemplating it all. Finally..."

The monster drew closer. "You don't know how freeing it is to do this. This power flowing through my blood. This is what animus dragons are meant to do, Fathom. You were never hatched to kneel. You were hatched to lead. To command. To rule. To dominate over these lesser dragons. You are given the power of infinity. Use it like you were destined to."

Fathom let out a small, quiet sob. "No..." he whispered.

With that, the boat he hid under flipped over. In one swift motion, his shelter was gone. He was exposed.

And before him stood the monster. The husk of his grandfather. Drunk with rage and mania, it cooed, "found you." 

[queenofdragons12]

彡 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 ׂׂૢ

paring: jake Sully x dragon/fem reader

warnings: slight smut, 17+ at most, minors dni, bad smut, flirty reader.

summary: you are haivng a small consert for the tribe and catch Jake's eyes. never once did you think one night could lead to this.

author's note: this is really bad bc its like my first smut fic on tumblir. I've made others but they're even worse. so fi you don't like it dont read. tell me if its good or bad.

It was shocking for Jake to see a dragon sing., let alone someone of your size. Your wings were folded neatly, your head held high; no microphone like those singers on earth, but you were still singing, and the Na'vi around you played some instruments Jake had never seen.

But to be honest, he was already infuriated with you despite not knowing you. "who is she?" he asked Neytiri as the two sat down in the crowd a little away from the others as they could see you better. To that, you were hard to see. It's just that many Na'vi gathered there.-

"Y/N L/N, our best and only singer. Well, at least in reptile form. She s been here since we all formed, coming to this clan as hatching. Mother and father cared for her; she is our protector just as we are hers. You can say she is my spirit sister," Neytiri said and smiled once your gaze swepåt over to them.

You smiled back, revealing sharp white teeth and uncountably a pink tongue slithering out. Jake looked away for seconds except for the simple thing to have such an effect. Neytiri noticed and smirked.

She knew that today, you would be performing what your kind call a mating dance, meaning you are making small gestures into a dance having music to it. You had done it many times before, but never once did you touch any of the males around here.

But Neytiri knew that it would change with Jake. Soon enough, the song came to a drop, making you flare your wings, showing the wave pattering inside and the deeper color of your (s/c) scales.

Jake's jaws dropped, to be honest. He knew that dragons were known for their strong colors and attractive features but had never seen one, so he couldn't know if it was true.

"Just wait until she comes over," Neytiri whispered to him as the cue in the music began, and you started to slither your way over, singing still. Neytiri made the greeting gesture with her hand, and you dipped your head before snaking around jake, circling his tail and wrapping around his body like a snake.

You kept on singing but now had all the crowd turned attention to you two, and Jake got selections and hid his eyes away from the group. You noticed and flicked a wing to tell them off. After some minutes, they all moved out, leaving you and Jake alone.

The song had stopped, and now it was only the sounds of the forest and the breaths of you and Jake. You smiled at him sliding your tail down and up his chest and stomach "you're new," you said. It wasn't a question. It was a truth.

Jake nodded and gulped, being too stiff, not even answering. You chuckled under your breath, knowing that you had a certain way with men.

For even if you were a dragon, you knew how to flirt.

"cat's got your tongue, huh, Dreamwalker?" you clicked, a smirk growing on your lips, and when jake stole glances your way, it drove him near to mad.

He had just met you and still wanted you like nothing before. It made him frustrated, and you saw that. So you increased your actions, touching him with a claw and tracing the patterns on his body.

"I've never understood the way you've bonded with things. Connecting your braids and feeling the emotions of the animals. Wee dragons do things differently. Want me to show you, jake?" you asked, voice edged with a tone that jake could only describe as seductive.

How he loved it. He nodded, too weak to form words. You chuckled and moved closer to him, bringing your head close to his face -- so close that your lips nearly touched.

Jake felt his breath hitch as he stared at your big snout and then into your (e/c) glowing eyes. They were swirling with emotions he, too, felt and things he had never seen before.

You chuckled deeply, the sound vibrating your whole body and sending a shiver up jake's spine. You had that effect on him now, didnt you?

"you gotta speak up, blue boy," you said, your tail tightening aorund his waist and talon touching his jaw, forcing him gently to look into your eyes. to be that big, you were very gentle with touching him . he was still a stranger to you well halfway anyway.

Ever since you saw him when he came, you had slowly grown to like him. Of course, most knew the whole tribe did, and they tried getting you guys together, but the two of you were oblivious.

"wh-why did you choose me?" jake finally got out, and you were a bit surprised. You had yet to expect this question. Yes, why did you choose him? Bc he is new, and you were tired of the other males? or because he is blessed by ewya?

It was many possibilities. He just had to find the one he believed in. Then, finally, you told him, "you have to find out for yourself, baby boy. my heart chose you, and so did i." you said, nuding your nose under his chin and lifting his face.

Jake gasped when he felt your warm tongue slide over his throat and make him nearly buckle.

"so, jake, I barely touched you, and your pas out? Huh... Sky people are weaker than I thought" he knew you were just taunting him, but it made him angry. He gripped your tail and pinned his ears.

You saw this and raised a brow. But your flirting never ceased.

You had to get him to cross his own border. It would be fun to make him lose control. You really knew how bad it would be if he ever mated with you. or it would work. Maybe.

Jake, soon enough as you anticipated, lost control and kissed you. You giggled into his mouth but let him take control of this once.

And let us just say that the clan had problems sleeping that night.

[pbandjesse]

I had a crazy allergy/breathing attack this evening. It sucked. I thought I was doing better. I was very frustrated and disappointed. But I am doing pretty good right now. Medication working.

I slept a little better but not great. I was drowning again. I was not comfy. And when I woke up I was very very down.

I tried to be okay. I washed my face. I felt bad about my hair and face. I tried to be positive but I was just a little grumpy.

When I got downstairs James made me feel better. They had worked on their sour dough and taped out the wall for painting and they finally hung the Open sign! It looked great.

I had woken up early enough that we had a few minutes to spend together. Just talking. Getting ready to leave but not in a rush.

When I finally left it was raining. Big drops. I was not thrilled. I considered calling out. I keep considering that. But I would get better and stop feeling so bad.

I had a pretty nice drive to camp. And when I got there it was heavy raining and while I wasn't thrilled to be there I felt good to be in nature.

I would suffer more though. My breakfast tasted soapy. I am assuming because of the silicone container. I heard that can happen. I was kind of disappointed. I would eat half of it before I had to give up. I would have tasty kake cupcakes instead.

I decided I wanted to take a walk. And I think this is what made my day better. My idea was that because it has been warm and now was raining there might be mushrooms.

And I was right! I had gotten my umbrella from the car and would start my walk over by frog hallow. No frog eggs but I saw a beautiful hawk. I started walking up the hill to the Adirondack and my headphones started cutting in and out. And I was like oh weird. And went to get my phone out of my pocket and it was gone!

I backtracked down the hill and found my phone face down in the wet grass. Ugh. Thankfully it dries easy and never acted weird. I was very lucky. Thank you to my headphones for alerting me.

I would continue my walk. I found witches butter and a brown jelly mushroom I am not sure the name of. I found lots of turkey tails. And some beautiful mosses. I was having a great time.

I thought I found some ghost pipes. And when I crouched down to move the leaves I discovered it was actually a skull!! Buried snout down, the holes in the back of the head has tricked me! It was very very exciting. I think it's a raccoon. It's hard to tell but I will investigate more later.

I would leave the skull with some mushrooms and would return for it on my walk back. I went to the little people tree and was excited to see how many structures kids had built from sticks were standing. It was a really nice walk.

I would head back down and grabbed the skull, which was surprisingly clean and sun bleached, and went back to the office in a pretty great mood. Remembering I need to get new rain boots (mine have a hole). But I stayed pretty dry.

When I got back Sarah and Elizabeth were in. We chatted. Filled eachother in about the weekend and what I missed yesterday. James texted me pictures of our pink wall that I'm so excited about. And me and Sarah would decide to go to woodlands to put new mattress covers on at 1030.

We would have to drive up to Yukon first to get the covers. And they are weirdly heavy. But we handled it and she drove us up to the Pueblo. Through the mud and everything.

We thought it would be difficult and it wasn't easy but it was easier then we thought. We would change covers and sweep. Found a very purified rodent of unknown origins. Like it was just. Viscera and teeth. Couldn't even see any other bones. It was very gross. We (I) would throw that mattress over the railing into the rain because I didn't know how else to clean the meat off. Gross.

We would spend a while moving beds around to make it make more sense. Tried to make it presentable. There's an open house this weekend so we for sure want it to look nice.

We would start to get tired. Joe would come up and check in with us about some stuff. We showed him the mattresses that were to gross to salvage. Told him about the rodent. We would throw some trash in the back of his truck. And decided to call it lunch time.

I had my leftover chipotle which was perfect. I would do some research on wallpaper. James would let me know the issues they were having with painting the stairwell. The ceiling is just so stupid high. But we will figure that out. It's just really fun to see things coming together.

I would spend the next hour or so poking around online. Just looking at Etsy and Pinterest. And waiting for our meeting at 215.

The meeting was actually really good. It was nice to hear about Heather getting the YLP and camp open arms completely funded. Incredible. We also have so much stuff coming up. I'm excited for it to be busy again. The last couple weeks. With being sick and also being bored. It's kind of been killing me.

We would finish the meeting with some for was direction. About planning training and what I should focus on tomorrow. Felt good to have a plan.

We would finish up around 330. And I decided to bounce a little early. I wanted to go to Marshalls.

I had become convinced I needed a new hair oil. That that would make me feel better about my hair. And I would have a really nice time walking around the store. I would get a face lotion in a container shaped like a snail. A very nice hair/anto frizz oil. A shirt for James. Some jelly beans. And best of all: a squished down version of my plushie named Carl! I was thrilled.

The nice cashier lady thought he was so cute. She also agreed with me about popcorn flavored jelly beans are great. She was very nice.

I was ready to go home. And I lucked out and there was barely any traffic. I would get home before 5.

When I got back I was so excited to see the link half wall. James did such a nice job. We would have dinner at the island. And talked a little about our days. But James would go to record their podcast and I would get to work on some organizing.

I first decided what pictures I want for the pink wall. I didn't hang them but I put them on the shelf for now. Then I would work on the three boxes in the studio. Not perfect but I got a good amount done.

I started not feeling amazing and would go cuddle up on the couch. And I would be pretty okay until James came down and gave me a pbandj so I could take my antibiotics and the all of a sudden I was choking and couldn't breathe and it was horrible. I was honestly scared. I took the inhaler and an allergy pill but it's been hours now and I am still not all the way right. Sucks.

James would fill a kettle three times so I could try and take a bath. They sat in the bathroom with me and we talked about wallpaper while I washed my hair. I love them so much.

They tried on the shirt I got them and they said it's their most lesbian shirt now and they love it. I think it's very fun.

I would do all my lotions and gave myself a face massage to try and help the puffiness I have been seeing. I cut sweetp's nails. He only yelled the entire time. James fell asleep a few minutes ago and I would like to do that too. I am really hoping to feel well enough to sleep all the way through the night.

I hope tomorrow is a good day. I hope you are all safe and happy. Goodnight everyone. Until next time.

[randomwriteronline]

this is part of @cantankerouscanuck's Bionicle/LU AU

Dot's heartlight was still flashing herratically on her chest, strobing so much that it was terribly bothersome even to her own eyes. She kept her hands over it to hide it away before it drove her crazy.

She would have loved to shut her eyes tight as well, squeezing them so hard that sparks would have burst against her pupils, but she couldn't: her eyes wandered over the Matoran gathered around in the momentary shelter she'd clumsily concocted, an undergound stone dome hidden away from the onslaught of infested Rahi that had rushed them out of nowhere, trying desperately to count them over and over to make sure that none of them had been left outside, undefended, endangered.

An awfully small hand reached out to touch hers, making her jolt.

"Whoops," Four winced a little, pulling back: "Sorry."

"Oh! Oh no, it's not your fault," she laughed nervously back at her friend. He legs shifted a little, tucking a little closer to her body so he could settle down next to her - she took up so much space suddenly, and she still wasn't used to that fact.

Thankfully, despite him having come from outside the region, they had become close enough that he could tell how she was feeling from just a glance.

"The Turaga already checked - everybody's here, the Fe-Matoran are already fixing up any injured brothers, and the stone walls are far too sturdy for the Rahi to breach," he reassured her with a smile: "He said they're really well done, too."

She let out a relieved sigh at that.

It still didn't stop her from fidgeting with her shield - meaning she was still terribly nervous about something.

Four didn't even have to imagine what might have caused that. Even now, the whispers echoed across the gentle clanging of armor being repaired and the aimless chatter of carvers comparing techniques to pass the time: a Kraata had been spotted by someone (hard to pick them out among the crowd, though maybe that was for the better) latching onto the masks of wild Rahi, rotting them with rust and grime until the madness took over the wild beasts and turned them more aggressive than they usually were.

Nobody would have dreamed of accusing the Brotherhood of Makuta of the recent attacks, of course - they looked after the lands, after all, and why would they want to cause such heinous pain onto their own creations, or put the Matoran in danger?

But the seeds of doubt had still taken root.

And despite Turaga Daltus shushing them, the murmurs always floated their way up to their audio receptors one way or another.

It wasn't the time to dwell on that, though, especially for a young Toa of Stone who had just bashed a good few dozens beings back with nothing but a shield and barely controllable elemental powers.

So instead, Four picked up a rock and handed it over to her.

Dot looked at it, confused, and turned it over between her fingers.

Her eyes moved back onto him in a confused grimace from behind her mask's sockets.

The Matoran replied to her gaze innocently.

"What's this about?" she finally asked.

He shrugged: "I just thought that having power over your element might've meant you could finally get better at carving for once."

A spark ignited in her expression: "Hah!" she exclaimed, half offended, half playing along: "Oh, I'll show you who could finally get better at carving, you little tunnel scuttlere of an Onu-Matoran!"

"I'd like to see you try!"

She gasped in fake outrage: "So insolent!"

"Well?" he snickered back, "Think you can prove me wrong?"

"Of course I can! Watch this!"

When Sumit decided to take a short break from repairing his fellow Fe-brothers and checked back on the curious little black-armored Matoran he had taken under his wing, he found him eagerly watching as the novice Toa Dot carefully shaped some kind of fantastical creature out of a small mountain of gravel, pushing the pebbles together into a tiny snout and a feathery tail. Their heartlights shined calmly, no stress to be found in their anatomies; so he gave a satisfied huff, smiling behind his mask, and moved on to a poor Po-Matoran whose foot had been bent.

[kokorowoutsu]

📼+ Leon?

"Charmeleonnn!" He heard his trainer calling for him. His partner. His best friend. His boy... but the newly evolved Charizard couldn't bring himself to answer. The rain was thick and falling in sheets and he had personally gone as far as possible to escape his partner after... well, the attitude he had seen given to one of his teammates, Doublade. Leon had blamed Doublade and not himself for that mess up. Doublade had done his best.

Clenching his claws together, he heard Leon's calling drawing closer. "Charmele-- Oh." Seeing his partner was now a fully evolved Charizard, he could sense his trainer's excitement. "Awesome! You evolved! Now we ca--" His rage came full circle with a smack of his tail to Leon across the face, the young man going flying into the rain-soaked grass and tumbling a bit. Letting out a fierce roar at Leon, a anger-driven one too, the young man was taken aback.

It took Leon a bit to get up, but the look on his face was one of shock and uncertainty. "Char--" The fire-type snarled, bearing his fangs. Venting his frustrations with stomping and thumping of his tail as well as roaring in frustration, Leon could see it clearly. His pokemon was unhappy, dare he say verging on upset... but so was Leon. "Why the heck did you smack me?! I was worried ab--" Another hard smack with Charizard's tail. Leon was only human. He couldn't understand pokemon as well as some people, but as long as they had been partners...

"Char! Stop it--" Another smack. Putting his trainer through the ringer without killing him, a fight between pokemon and human began just as they often played when he was a small child and he was but a Charmander.

Hand meeting claw, the two finally met forehead to forehead with Leon headbutting Charizard and Charizard returning it. "You're so stubborn!" Headbutt. "Mudbray-headed!" Headbutt. "Idiotic!--" A headbutt finally send Leon falling back and Charizard snarling down at him. Staring up at him, Leon went to get up, but not before Charizard laid a foot on him, his fangs snarling and flames licking his lips. Fear crossed Leon's eyes for a split second, but Charizard didn't let up.

"You haven't figured out what he's trying to tell you?" A elderly but strict tone cut the air as Leon looked over quickly to see Mustard with his Urshifu behind him. "You really have lost touch with your pokemon, Leon. I'm disappointed." "What do you me--" A snarl from Charizard to silence him had Leon flinching. "Your partner who's been with you since the beginning is angry with you. He has you pinned, threatening you... why would he go so far as to do that?" Leon turned and looked at Charizard then, the fire-type's eyes narrowed. He could see hurt, but also that anger flowing there in bits of fire. His wings flexed and his tail swished.

"... I haven't been listening to them. I've only been thinking about winning." Leon concluded, calming and feeling exhaustion and sadness taking over. Sighing deeply, it takes Charizard a moment, but he pulls back finally, the fire-type's eyes sad that he had to get to that point to knock some sense into his partner, but quickly Leon gets up and moves to gently cup Charizard's snout. "... I'm sorry. I've been a right idiot, haven't I?" He asks with a loud sigh. "... Alright. I need to start right away and listen. Lay it on me. All of you." He knew his Doublade and Drakloak were near. Flying past Mustard, the three were reunited and the old man smiled.

"Very good. Very good indeed." With that, he leaves the young Champion with his pokemon and heads back to the Dojo with his Urshifu.

[naivesilver]

gonna cheat for a minute and say: any ask of your choosing from the 'sentences' in the 'parent and child relationship prompts' BUT with either leona and pierrot, or with leroy and lampwick PLEASE 🥺

It was a TERRIBLY hard choice, thanks 😡💕 they're all my specialest unconventional families and I can't pick a favorite, so I had to use a super secret discrimination method :^)

Parent/Child Relationship Prompts

“Look! A dog!”

"Mom, stop! I just saw something really important."

Leona has learned, by now, that teenage boys' perspectives on what is important and what isn't are often a little skewed, but she stops pedaling nevertheless, drawing her bike to a halt to look at where her son has done the same. "What is it, dear?"

In lieu of a response, Pierrot points at one of the houses along the road, clambering off his own bike with great enthusiasm. "Puppy."

The dog in question can hardly be described as a puppy, in all fairness, big and hairy and long-legged, but it doesn't seem troubled by the moniker, either. Instead, it wags its tail expectantly, its nose (the only part of its body that can wedge itself through the fence around the house's backyard) sniffing with great curiosity at the hand the boy holds out.

For his part Pierrot is grinning from ear to ear, and when Leona circles back to move closer to him he turns that bright grin to her as well, giving the dog's snout a friendly scratch. "You can't walk by a pup and not say hi," he says, with that pompously savvy air he puts on when he's being silly. "It's the law."

"Dear me. To think I might have been a criminal all along."

She loves him the most when he's like this, effortlessly happy like any other kid. It's not a rarity anymore, seeing him so warm and carefree, but it's always a joy all the same, to know that her son is at ease enough around her to act as such - if nothing else, it's an elating high to ride, like a rollercoaster with familiar turns.

It is perhaps that soothing, relieved feeling that pushes her to open her mouth again and say, after a moment: "Have you ever wanted a dog for yourself, sweetheart?"

He shrugs, looking somewhat distracted. "Dunno. They're cool, sure, but they're very loud and need lots of space. You never know if one of us might have issues with loud noises on some days. I don't want anyone to be scared to come to my house."

Oh, her heart. Leona sometimes thinks she should tell him to spend less time on stage, if that's what makes him pull out such profound remarks in that offhanded way of his. "What about other pets? Would they be off limits too?"

"Uh, I guess not?" Finally, he glances at her, wary curiosity in his gaze. "Why?"

"Well, I was thinking- maybe we could go to the shelter, see if they have any suggestions for pets that'd do well in our house. We don't have to make a decision right away. Just take a look around, maybe get a pamphlet or two. What do you say?"

Pierrot's eyes go as wide as saucers, stunned beyond speech for once in his life. "For real?"

"Yes." Leona bites her tongue as not to laugh, impossibly endeared by his reaction.

"You'd have to look after it, of course, but I know you're a responsible boy. If that's something you'd like, obviously."

"Something I'd like?" The boy spreads his arms, as if he couldn't contain the force of it, all but bouncing on the spot. "Mom, that's the best idea ever! I love it!"

She laughs in full, then, fond and fonder, and lets him pull them both towards their bikes, the dog that has just witnessed their exchange huffing cluelessly and trotting back across the grassy yard.

Before he resumes his stance, however, Pierrot clears his throat awkwardly, drawing his mother's attention again. "Anyway, there is an animal that I'd love to get, if they think it's gonna do good up here."

That comes as a surprise to Leona, at least. "Really? Which one?"

"A pet turtle." Her son's face scrunches up in a peevish smirk, dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

"And I already know which name I'll give it, and it'll be amazing, mark my words."

[magioffire]

He’s not sure what the other eats. With a splat, the Fox drops a dead monster by their feet — already dissolving thanks to Fox’s highly acidic saliva. He nudges the corpse of the monster towards them, his snout dragging a little on the floor. Bones crack, and he morphs his monstrous maw back to his human shapes — hiding once more beneath his beloved veil.

It shifts, and twists — until something paints itself on the fabric.

[╰(*´︶`*)╯♡]

“I gotchu…. Food… Yum… For tum-tum.”

The Fox’s broken, damaged voice forces out — he sits himself on the ground, excitedly waiting for the other to jump in joy and exclaim, ‘thank you for the food!’ He was pretty good at this, he thinks.

@cicatriicem

Only a few days of wondering in this new land passed before Vali found himself with an unwanted follower. This 'person' (was it beast or man? Vali couldn't tell in the mess of trees and broken underbrush) followed Valeriu through the forest, perhaps for the past day. He was more than a little apprehensive about being stalked from the tree line, always looking over his shoulder, keeping his hand on the hilt of his blade. A few times, Vali ran up on his presuer, causing them to dash back into the forest and out of the sight. Whatever it was, it wasn't exactly a fighter. At least not towards Vali. As night approached, and Vali went about setting up his camp, he noticed the being was nowhere to be seen, heard, or smelt. So, Vali allowed himself to relax, even if his ears and antennae were still poised to pick up on any vibration.

Vali was focused on putting together a fire pit when, seemingly out of nowhere, the vibrations of quickly approving movements through the trees caught his attention. He stood with a start, sword half way unsheathed. He jumped out of his skin when a mass dropped down before him with a wet thud -- the body of a nekker, freshly killed. Vali shrunched his nose up in disgust, the scent of bog water and blood filling his nostrils. Such a gesture could be precieved as a threat, but instead of being greeted with a declaration of war, he was greeted instead by a very insistent, very hopeful young man with a dog's face. His face slowly morphed into something more akin to a humanoid, but no matter what, the mask remained, obscuring his visage. A wild, shifting young man, with the majority of his face covered by a melding, morphing cloth -- which seemed to portray some level of emotion where expression could not.

Vali tilted his head to the side, half confused, half amused.

"Uh...thank you?" The fae knelt down slowly. He looked to the dead nekker, then to Fox. He didn't...seriously expect Vali to eat this? Raw? Wouldn't be the worst thing he ever consumed, but far from the roasted, spiced meats of his homeland. He sighed. The fae grabbed hold of the small creature's arm, twisted it until it popped from its socket, and then ripped it off. He resisted the urge to sniff it -- in fact, he held his breath as he dug his teeth into the soggy flesh.

Trying to take a small bite proved a challenge, as the skin was waxy and slimy. The texture alone forced the Dokkalfar to really wrap his jaws around the nekker's arm to rend a piece off with his sharp canines. Vali chewed the raw flesh a few times, then swallowed. Tasted better than he thought, like some kind of mix between fish and pig, but the skin was slimy, like a frog's. the texture of the meat itself was sinewy and hard to chew. The meat was just barely palatable raw, maybe it would be better when cooked?

Still, he nodded in nervous approval before collecting the rest of the nekker's broken body and dumping it by the fire pit. He would cook the rest of it. In the blink of an eye, a spark flared to life among the logs, and then roared to life as a full fledged fire. Vali set the grill down over the flame. He then began the process of tearing his meal limb from limb, into smaller pieces to be effectively cooked.

He was so focused on his preperations, that he almost forgot Fox. Almost. Hard to forget the presence of a person whose gaze bore into the back of Vali's head, all from behind a mask. Vali craned his head to look upon Fox, who looked very excited that the fae actually accepted his gift. He pat the ground beside him, kicking up some dust. Was he making a mistake by inviting some shapeshifting, feral man into his camp? Maybe. But the stranger obviously was making attempts to be Vali's friend, and he couldn't turn that down. "Come, join me. You look hungry too."

[tierra-paldeana]

「The Light That Guides」 IV - Final

Prev

☠🌏– As Rika continued chatting with Solgaleo, the sun was rising above the horizon. Her night shift had come and gone, and it wouldn't be long until it was time for her to go home. If anything, she should be going home by now... but still, she kept talking with the Pokémon. Their conversation was pretty casual, but during it, she learned Solgaleo was a legendary Pokémon from the region of Alola, a region pretty far away from Paldea, and that she had come here by means of a hole in the sky...? Honestly, Rika was pretty lost and just trying to make sense into things kind of gave her a headache.

She also learned that she had met a trainer many years ago at the top of this very League, and that although she had hoped to meet him again, she had met Rika instead. That they both shared the common trait of having 'misleading appearances', both in a physical and behavioral sense... and to Rika's surprise, in spite of Solgaleo being such a big, impossing, powerful Pokémon, she couldn't help but feel they had hit it off quite nicely. The very fact that the lioness could communicate with her telepathically really eased off her fear of big Pokémon.

But... what was supposed to happen next?

''So... Solgaleo. Where'd you go next?''

...Rika. Her voice is deep but gentle. I've made a decision. I shall stay with you.

''...Huh? S- Say what-?!''

...I got no means to come back home. And even if I did... you're the only company I've had in years. I don't want to end up missing you like I did that trainer, so long ago.

She stood up, almost towering over Rika.

Our encounter on this fateful day must mean something. That is how I feel. So please... I request the chance to stay by your side.

In any other instance, Rika would be deeply terrified of such a sight. A Pokémon looking down at her from such height... but... to her own shock, she felt... at ease. In such short amount of time, she had bonded with her so easily that she didn't feel so terrified anymore.

Even then... she was a bit nervous.

''A...re you sure? I- I mean... I'm not opposed, just so ya' know. It's just...'' Words were hard, suddenly. ''Aren't you... like...''

Us Psychic types are very perceptive... Then again, it doesn't take much to notice that you're scared of Pokémon of my size and might, isn't that right?

Rika had indeed mentioned that earlier, but damn-

...Allow me to ease the path for you. I'll offer you my best company in exchange.

After much hesitation, and looking deep within her heart... Rika fills her chest with determination, slowly extracting a Luxury Ball from her pocket.

''A'ight, bud. If that's what you want...'' Man, she really could see right through me, huh...

Rrrrrr...~

''Heh. Can't say no to that face.''

Holding the Pokéball out towards her... she feels her gently nudge the Ball with her snout.

3...

2...

1...

Click!

{ Solgaleo was caught! }

''...''

''I... did it.''

She's happy to have connected with a Pokémon she was terrified of just a few moments ago, but at the same time...

''...Boy, do I got quite the story to tell everyone now...''

[ducknotinarow]

[2k12 Rasey uwu]

Opening up his duffel bag, Casey was ready to drag out his clothes and throw them onto the floor, ready to replace the items inside with his usual gear for his and Raph's nightly patrols. However, it was then he noticed the sketchbook inside, Casey sighing to himself - looks like both he, and Raph, forgot it was in there. He supposes he should give it back...after he takes a good look at it. Hey, Raphael looked through his notebook, so Casey is allowed to look through his sketch book.

And in turn, he found the sketches from that afternoon, the ones Raph was working on before Casey dragged him onto the ice. The ones that were now making Casey's heart melting, smile on his lips, and blush on his face. And he's the one that gets called sap. Carefully replacing the sketch back into the book, Casey placed it back into his duffel book, and got ready for the night.

-

"Yer, Raphie, are a big massive sap," Casey starts, not bothering to fluff up any of the conversation, "I mean, spendin' our skatin' date drawin' me? How can I not call yer out for it?" Casey teases, "'Sides, can't blame yer, I'm hella fucking attractive."

He can see the annoyance flaring, and Casey just laughed more. Arms up in defence, he began to back off, making sure to keep the sketchbook, tucked safely in his bag, far away from Raph - because he loves them, and he loves annoying them.

When he's eventually caught, Casey just keeps laughing it off though. It was worth it, one hundred percent. Anything to see that snarl and scrunched up snout. Even if it meant he was now pinned. Casey only smiled up at them though, softness to his gaze as he sighs lovingly,

"Imma miss fightin' yer while I'm off trainin' yanno."

| Muse interaction

Where was it!?

Was the panicked thought at the forefront of Raphael's mind as he hard torn his bedroom apart by now. It wasn't anywhere under his bed, no where on his bed. He even moved around his drum set hell even Chompy and Savage's tank he moved leaving the baby turtles to rest on each of his shoulders so he wouldn't have to worry about them. He was trying so hard to rack his mind trying to recall when he last had it but he couldn't really recall or place when he last grabbed the damn thing. What was missing that had him in such a panic? His sketch book. All those drawings he worked on, sketches of Chompy, and Savages, Princess from his favorite show. All his stupid lift studies and more and worse! All the fucking drawings of Casey he has done in that stupid book! Raph grind his teeth and turned fiercely towards his bed room door. Raphael could feel his blood starting to boil already his mind leapt to the only possible answer here. As he could hear laughter just outside his room.

Moving to take both little turtles off from her shoulder and instead setting them on to his bed for the comfort. "Savage your in charge" Raph said to the black snapper turtle looking to Chompy "no fire on my bed" his anger paused a moment "please stay away from the edge don' want either you gettin' hurt kay?" When he was sure they understood by the pair of them moving to rest he went to stand up eyeing his door. If it wasn't in his room it was out there and who just loved coming into his room? Mikey. Leo even Don might be innocent but he wasn't letting anyone off till he knew for sure. Leg lifted as he slammed it his foot hard against it sending the door flying. Sometimes Raphael wonder if he got mad enough if it would break right off the hinges. Shoulders lifting up and down with every heavy breath before

"Okay who took it!" He roared out before walking out into the common room of the lair.

--------------

Raphael's out burst was for nothing in the end none of them had any idea what he was missing, seeing how he refused to admit what he was pissed off about in the first place. Like hell he was going to tell them he was upset about his sketch book being missing. Especially for the main reason he was upset about it being missing. As he sat on the edge of the building letting his legs dangle over the edge. Elbow resting on his leg as he just sort of stared out. He kept telling himself to get over it that it wasn't a big deal. But it was a big deal and he couldn't get over it. Hardly notice the pigeons that seemed to flock around him. He could feel the added weight of the few resting on his shell. His anger had burned out a few hours ago after he went and interrogated his brothers. Of course maybe he should have gone about it better. But when Raph's emotions got the better of him? Yeah.

Setting his hands over his face as maybe if he had just walked up and ask them each other it it would have gone over better. But in the end it didn't really matter. Now of them had any clue what he was 'freaking out' over. In truth he was just fucking bummed out now, how was he meant to handle going about the usual patrol night with Casey when all he could think about was his sketch book. All those stupid stickers slapped on the front, all the time spent on each drawing. And the real reason he was so damn bent out of shape? All his drawings of Casey. Casey was going to be leaving. For three months no Casey. No dumb skating dates, no 'Raphie', no hiding away in his room together just idly laying together on his bed, not rainy day naps in Casey's room, not stupid flirting on Casey end. Okay Raph could be a flirt too but he was gonna miss Casey flirting with him so much. Those sultry stares, those deep dark brown eyes that in truth? drove him crazy. That stupid hair that was so soft and fluffy and made Raph want to get lost under? Who was he gonna vent to when everything got on his nerves? Whose nice warm embrace was he going to take comfort in? who was going to speak that special language that only Casey could that seemed to draw Raph out his mind. When he took things to seriously?

He was gonna miss the shit out of Casey. Three months was that long he knows but that's three months without any of that. And why he drew Casey the other day. Sure he had pictures and such he just wanted something special he guesses. Not that it mattered he lost it. He could feel his shoulders drop lower. Not even the soft cooing of the pigeons was enough to lighten his mood.

"Yer, Raphie, are a big massive sap,"

"Stuff it Jone's im not in the mood" Raphael retorted back moving his face out of his hands half expecting this to be about the pigeons not his fault they flocked to him like this after all. Moving enough to get the birds to least hop off from his shell and idly walk about the roof and he turned to face Casey. When he saw it in Casey hand! and Suddenly the memory hit him he stuffed it into Casey duffel bag! Too bad he could spend even a second in that reliefe or even thank Casey for bringing it to him. Before they opened their stupid mouth.

"I mean, spendin' our skatin' date drawin' me? How can I not call yer out for it?"

Raphael was on his feet faster then one could blink as he swore his heart was sent into his throat "You looked!" he yelled, more like squeaked. Very manly at that. as if Raphael had any right considering he had that bad habit of reading any of Casey's note books. The dairy and the spicy one. Seemed someone was reveling in the revenge at last.

"'Sides, can't blame yer, I'm hella fucking attractive."

"Do you have a death wish!" Raph yelled dropping all his guard as he let his eyes widen and face turn bright red than even his mask. Caught in what he considered the most embarrassing thing he ever did. Drawing his boyfriend like he was so high school girl with a crush. Casey wasn't helping by pointing out his attractiveness clearly flattered but also eating up the chance to annoy Raph with this. And it was that damn smug look that had Raph tip over the edge "You asshole!"

Casey clearly ready for this outcome arms up in defense, least he made sure to tuck Raph's sketch book away where it would safe. before the mass of shell and muscle came at him. Casey clearly seeing this all as some game only fueled the fire in Raphael as he roared and charged at Casey. Suddenly the full brute force of Raphael was slammed into Casey tackling him over. Those skates weren't going to keep him safe from Raph for long, maybe on the street but he was bound to run out of room on the roof. They rolled and in to the fall. This wasn't anything to out there not for them. Wrestling was sort of their thing even before dating. Some friend might play games, or sit around and chat. Not them they talked with their fists. Anything could turn into a wrestling match between them. Either to fuck around or to work out a problem or in this instance to deal with Casey finding out Raphael's most shameful secret. That he was a massive sap for his boyfriend. Raphael had rolled to get Casey underneath him. Slamming them down against the rooftop as the turtle huffed roughly. It wasn't even anger it was pure embarrassment from Raphael's end right now and Casey teasing didn't help. They truly were a masochistic weren't they? But Raph always tried to pull his punches he did have some advantage after all and he didn't want to truly hurt Casey. Just enough to claim the win. Suddenly though? instead of Casey complain or whatever Raph expected.

He started to laugh. Which only made him crease his brow as he narrowed a blazing glare at the human under him "What's so funny!?" He demand, face burning hot he really didn't want shit over drawing Casey. Fuck missing them for three months he ditch here and be lucky if he wished them good bye before they left. Caseys laughter seemed to die down at some point leaving nothing but a soft stare at Raph that. Casey just had this way about him, always able to get through Raphael's brick walls. Able to cut through his raging flames even. Casey just could do what other deemed impossible not even Raph could explain. Casey? likely would insist it was his 'natural' charm so Raph never brought it up. But he does feel himself slowly relaxing under that gaze Casey saved just for him.

"Imma miss fightin' yer while I'm off trainin' yanno."

And that's all it takes for a moment of bashfulness to come over Raph, just like always Casey didn't even have to think about it. Raphael slightly turning his head away leaving Casey to lay out under him. Bitting the inside of his cheek as he managed to blush harder now. "yeah" He finally voices softly because he was gonna miss even this part. Where Casey riled him up so much the pair winded up rolling over whatever surface he tackled him down on to. Till they got it out of their system.

And more. But he worried if he expressed what the more was? it might prevent Casey from going. If Raphael admitted to all those fears that always seemed to house themself in the back of his mind. Slowly working down from his burst as he moved to lie down next to Casey instead, looking up at the sky over them. "Tell ya what, give ya first chance to piss me off when you get back and 'll knock you back so hard you see stars." He idly threatens but it was nothing but bark as he nudged his elbow against Casey's arm. Finally offer a chuckle himself before moving to let the side of his head rest against Casey's. Slightly nuzzling them in a faint try of a apology before giving Casey a nip to his ear for being a dick. "I wanna lie say three month gonna fly bye, but" why lie? "I already miss you now." he offers even if it might be stupid because Casey hadn't left yet. So how was he going to handle three month with them actually gone?

He dose move to lie on his side dropping a heavy arm across Casey's front before setting his hand on to their hip so he can tug them over against his plastron. Smiling softly at them as he rest his head against his hand to look at his idiot. "Hope you know soon as you do get back? 'm gonna have a hard time lettin' ya go again." he offers to Casey, still keeping to what he said before. He'll be waiting. "I love you Casey." he voices instead before his eyes fall down to where Casey's bag landed up.

"Sooo" he stretches the word out for a moment "You uh. you only looked at the one page right?" Looking for some damage control here.