#plaid mikey

[5sospicturesque]

Clearing out my camera roll 9908/?

[canipleasegetthenumber15]

Two comics for my rottmnt borrowers AU <3 The first comic is a concept of the moment after April saves Mikey (and meets him for the first time... although the kiss won't actually happen because it's too forward), and the second comic is after they've been friends for a while.

[wingedpigs]

Totally Normal Girl makes her ocs into build-a-bears. meet mi-cow and gabe-zly bear

[bi-emo-bitch]

I'm so sorry, my little sister gave me the idea 😭

[thoughtfulchaos773]

The Art of a Slowburn

Besides the commonality of Jon Bernthal playing a partner/brother, there's also the art of the slow burn happening in Twd and the Bear- and yes, I know, different writers can't quite compare. But the art of foreshadowing is always the same. If you didn't see the show spoilers ahead I'll provide a recap if you don't care to watch Twd.

Here's the gist of the show: Rick wakes up from a coma and finds his wife and son. He is fighting off the end of the world and zombies and reunites with his family along the way- his wife dies during childbirth, and literally 3 episodes later, amid Rick's grieving, Michonne arrives.

The matching! They're showing and hinting at the audience early on; these two are a great match.

More matching:

Was it the stares, I wondered? It's something richonners loved to analyze while the burn was slow. Particulary, Rick stares at Michonne like Carmy. They focus on this so you can get a feel of the main character's reaction to their love interest. For me, it's the preceding scenes that hinted at Richonne, and I'll compare them with Sydcarmy in a second:

But check out his flirting- there was much gaslighting on the ship. People said we were overthinking; they were just friends, and she was like a brother to Rick and a partner he lost in Shane. But Michonne fulfilled both for RIck- she was a partner and wife. Just as Sydney is a partner to Carmy.

Now let's talk about the dialogue and preceding scenes. In season 4, the prison is calm- domesticated. Rick is taking a break from the violence and is almost making peace with his wife's death. At this point, we don't know about Michonne's history, but Hershel- Rick's advisor- says this before Michonne arrives from being on the road.

(Things break, but they can still grow- a new plant, a new family tree. They hint at the Grimes 2.0 family after Lori's death. Right after Hershel says this- Michonne arrives.)

Plants? Family tree? Things growing you say?

Sydcarmy's preceding scenes hint at a ship:

Also, can I mention the tension? Here’s the thing: Rick treated Michonne differently than the rest of his found family. Just like Carmy. He listened to Michonne's advice early on—what Michonne wants goes. Sound familiar?

Even amid Michonne Challenging him as Sydney challenges Carmy- you can feel the closeness- the partnership and trust growing between them.

Jessie/ Claire, a blast from the past.

In TWD, Jessie represents Lori (Rick's dead wife) before Richonne happens. We got the Jessie storyline- a big session of major gaslighting here; some WD fans figured Jessie would replace Andrea, Rick's love/partner in the comics. But it didn't make any sense to us- they built all this tension and closeness between Rick and Michonne, and suddenly, Jessie happens?

Then they point to the signs visually- such as Jessie wearing a plaid shirt, the same style his wife Lori wore when he last saw her alive.

Lori's ghost:

Jessie & Claire, and nothing thereafter.

Rick doesn't sleep with Jessie, but after their kiss the night before, Jessie touches Rick's face, and he feels nothing for her- even after he stares at his wedding ring. When Richonne becomes Cannon in the very next episode, the first shot we see is Rick's wedding ring on the dresser- showing us he's past his grief and is in a new place to be with Michonne, his soulmate.

Comparing to Carmy and Claire. After he declares Claire his girlfriend they sleep together he feels nothing because dating her was all about getting past his grief with Mikey.

In this same episode, they do more proceeding scenes hinting at Richonne happening. When Deanna, the town leader, asks Michonne to look into what she wants after they get through the herd. They cut to scenes of Michonne caring for Carl- Rick's son.

But all this foreshadowing- I should get into the cinematography parallels that honored Lori's role and show Michonne fulfilling the matriarch of the family just as Sydney honors Mikey. But this is enough for now. Maybe a part 2 I got plenty more comparisons.

The same will happen with Carmy and Sydney- the show gives us clear obstacles that stop Sydney and Carmy from slowing down, taking a look, and realizing their feelings for each other. For carmy to get to that place, he has to get past his grief.

I think, if anything, if this is the last season and they don't end with a kiss, Storer is hinting at it. Like the bear, the pairing was planned from the beginning and you. Tell by the foreshadowing and if people really watched, they could see the signs.

One last thing, this was a comment once richonne became cannon and it's so similar to sydcarmy. Tells you all about how misdirection in slow burns work with most audience. When a ship becomes cannon some say wow! I didn't see that comingʻ where there's been hints from the start..when it's planned.

I saw their relationship develop in a platonic kind of way, and it was a complete surprise for me when they got together. Now, looking back, I'm so embarrassed because it was so obvious all along.

Be safe, and Happy Holidays, Folks!

[dilfl0v3rss]

late

michael didn’t like when you came home late. when he first met you snuck into your house and refused to leave you were always home by 9:30 so that’s what he was used to. each time you came home any later than that it was usually with some type of food so he didn’t get that upset since he liked to eat, a lot. but tonight? tonight you pushed it.

it was nearly twelve in the morning by the time you got back, your purse falling off your shoulder as you tiredly kicked your shoes off at the door. before you could take a step deeper into the house the sight of a large figure on your couch startled you. “jesus michael. the fuck you sitting in here wit the light off for?” hand on your heart, you took a sigh of relief at the sight of your “roommate” on the couch. you walked over to the lamp, turning it on to brighten up the room before walking in front of the masked man.

he was wearing a beater and some plaid pajama pants. clothes you ended up buying him because you were sick of the raggedy coveralls he would wear around the house. michael looked up at you before slowly lifting a thick finger to point at the clock by your tv. you followed his hand looking at the bright red 11:56 showing before letting out a long sigh. “boss asked me t’stay a little later and since youn pay no bills i figured i could use the extra money” you said, moving towards the stairs to go up to your room. before you could get far, a strong hand around your wrist stopped your movements.

now michael was standing, eyes piercing down into yours as he looked as if he was expecting something. you sucked your teeth at this, yanking your wrist from his hold before turning around and facing him. “boy ian get no food did you not just hear me say i got off late? eat what’s in the fridge and leave me the fuck alo-” a tight hand around your neck completely shut off your words, your airways being closed as you watched his blue eyes squint at you through the mask, daring you to say another word, not like you could anyways.

before you knew it you were turned back around, face mushed into the living room wall as michael made quick work of ripping your work bottoms from your body. “i n-need thoseee” you whined. he moved one of his hands to the back of your neck, occasionally squeezing to let you know he could break you if he wanted to. arousal quickly flowed down to your pussy as you reached back at his hard pecs through his shirt. he quickly slapped your hand away before freeing himself from his pajama pants. his hard member being freed from its restraints immediately since he refused to wear the boxers you bought him. michael lined himself up with your entrance, collecting your wetness on his tip before slowly sinking into you.

you hissed at the stretch, his hand giving your neck two squeezes to let you know what he was trying to say, “you can take it”, and you did. your hands quickly flew to the wall, scratching at the paint as you took stroke after deep stroke from the huge man behind you. your previous attitude being fucked out of you as you moaned at the feeling of his thick dick caressing your walls. “m-mikey….feel so good” michael slowly blinked at the name, fucking you harder to let you know he liked it as he felt your walls tighten around him.

he left a hard slap on your ass, his heavy hand squeezing the fatty flesh as he watching it bounce after every hard stroke he delivered. “shit m’gonna cum” you moaned, his dick hitting your favorite spots as your legs began to grow weaker and weaker by the minute. michael didn’t want that though, what he wanted was for you to apologize for not only being late, but for how you thought it was okay for you to talk to him like you had no sense, like he wasn’t the type of man to have you scratching the paint off your walls while he fucked you within an inch of your life.

he quickly pulled out of you, turning you around before abruptly lifting you up on the wall. your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding onto him tightly as he slammed himself back into you. the scream you let out was heavenly to him, your glossy lips giving him no other choice but to slowly lift his mask up to free his pink ones. he lowered his face towards yours, enjoying the slight bounce your body made on the wall as he repeatedly slammed into you. he ghosted his lips on yours, making you whine in want as you chased him with your pretty face. you wanted it bad, but michael loved to tease you.

he slowly moved his lips away from yours, moving right to your forehead where he left a light kiss before moving back to see your reaction. a frown was on your face as you whimpered into the air, “please” you said, earning you something you never thought you’d ever see. the corner of michael’s lips curved, a smirk planting on his bottom features as he began to deepen his thrusts. your lips parted as moans began to fly from you, and that’s when he felt it was the perfect moment to connect his mouth with yours. his lips crashed into you, sloppily engulfing your mouth in his as his tongue penetrated your wet lips.

in an instant you were cumming, your hot, wet release spilling out of you as your legs shook in his big hands. michael wasn’t far behind, moving from the wall to bounce you up and down his dick until he came to his end as well. his cum rushed into you, mixing with yours as his body stilled. you didn’t have time to register what was happening as michael slowly walked you inside your kitchen, laying you on the island before making his way between your thighs to clean his mess. he was sloppy and loud, sucking and licking your sensitive clit until you were screaming and cumming once more. “n-no more michael m’sorry….so sorry kay?” you whined, watching him get up from between your thick brown thighs.

michael quickly lifted you, holding your body against his with one hand before making his way to the fridge. he pulled out a carton of eggs and some bacon before throwing them on the island, not forgetting to put them in your face to show you what he wanted to eat. he set you down in front of the items, almost chuckling at the sight of you quickly grabbing the table to keep from falling on your weakened legs. before you could even speak a hard slap was brought to your ass, making you jump before turning towards michael walking out of the kitchen. his broad back showing through his tank top as he fixed himself in his pants and walked away, leaving you to get started on his meal.

i couldn’t resist y’all😩

[hellishjoel]

every rose has its thorns

1.6k / pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

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summary: mike really likes your white panties with the pretty rose on the front.

warnings/information: soft/sub!mikey whilst still being on top (king), thumb sucking, pet names (angel!), mike using reader to unwind, panty play, size kink, coming wherever he likes ;) 

A/N: holy hell just realized this is my first non-pedro-universe-character piece! woohoo! I finally watched fnaf with a girlfriend of mine and with inspiration from a naughty twitter video, I wrote this! I have to give @cupofjoel a huge thank you, please read her entire mike schmidt masterlist, you will not regret it! I wrote this very ill with covid and on mikey brain rot (it's so bad I might have typed mark schmidt instead of mike x.x) so if there’s any errors, apologies are stated now. also thank you to @saradika-graphics for the fnaf banners!

It all started with a pair of panties. A simple brief-style pair, the material rounding around the curves of your ass and ducking pretty between your thighs. White cotton. A small rose embroidered on the front. Untouched, perfectly clean, pristine. Just like you. Unlike Mike. 

Mike was all dark boxer briefs, the kind that clutched onto his thick thighs and cupped his lower half for dear life. Or the plaid purple and black boxers he was wearing now accompanied by a bowl of cereal that he was eating after a late night at work, now an early morning. Often shirtless when he was in the privacy of his own room, you had the opportunity to admire his dark, curly chest hair that was speckled across his chest and thinned out across his torso before filling out again at the start of his happy trail.  

“Thanks for taking care of Abby,” he said with his mouth half full of Trix, “did she get on the bus alright?” 

You nod weakly, gently nudging the back of your hand against your tired eyes. 

“Yeah. But I think she misses you at night. I can never soothe her like you can when she has nightmares.” 

You watch as Mike sighs and tips the cereal bowl back, the sweet milk dribbling at the corners of his mouth and making small trails around his pretty pink lips. The ceramic bowl chimes as he sets it down on his bedside table, watching from the pillows as he crawls up the bed to join you. The early morning light peaks through his curtains and highlights his dark eyes amber. Your thumb traces his lower lip, and he truly can’t wait any longer. He needs you now.

He spent all last night fantasizing about you. Head down with his arms folded along the security desk, eyes previously on the security monitors now heavily closed as he listens to the sounds of nature. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about you, he had more important things to dream about. But you kept appearing, enticing him, wearing those pretty little panties that he can’t get enough of. The white pair with a rose on the front. The pair he comes home to most mornings once Abby has left for school. The pair you’re wearing now. 

Knowing how desperate you both are, you let him guide you how he pleases on the bed. After long night shifts, his routine is to come home and fuck you in the comfort of his dark grey sheets before he falls asleep with your body cuddled in beside his. He pulls you by the ankle to the edge of the bed, legs spread and bent as you nip at your lower lip with a certain eagerness unfolding in the base of your belly. 

Mike’s thumbs hook into his plaid boxers, pushing them down until they do the rest of the work, naturally falling and looping around his ankles. He’s already half hard just from looking at you, dreaming about you. He wouldn’t last long looking as wrecked as he was. Tight jaw and fixated eyes, drunk on need and just a little bit of control with his tornado of a life. 

“Mike,” you whisper, cupping his cheeks and letting him fold over your body as you feel his hips rest heavily between your thighs, “s’okay, want you to get off however you like.” You cradle his face and kiss the tip of his nose while his long eyelashes flutter in comfort. 

“I know, angel. I’m here with you.” His voice is like heaven, drenched in a sweet honey that you’ve found yourself addicted to. You sit up on your elbows as Mike helps navigate your shirt off, admiring the curve of your breasts and the embellishment of your collarbones. So perky and pretty. He praises them with his warm mouth and tongue that can’t help but swirl around your taut peaks. He grunts softly against your soft skin as his hips lightly rut into yours, making your head drift back and forth in his sheets with bliss. 

“Fuck, I just,” he mutters quietly against your goosebump-riddled skin, “I love these.” He whispers as he slowly moves to stand up straight once again, his cock resting over the material of your white panties. He’s entranced by the red petals of the rose, the two dark greens that make up the stem and its thorns. Your eyes trail down to his beady red tip, leaking precum that you desperately yearn to kitten lick. 

“Every rose has its thorns,” Mike whispers, a raspy edge to it from the lack of sleep he desperately craves. You run your hands down your delicate body, hooking your thumbs in at your hips to your underwear, but Mike stops your movements. 

“However I like?” He echoes your statement from earlier, to which you give him a soft nod.

Mike’s always been soft with you, gentle, caring. You think he gets it from being an older brother, the type that has to be the parent most times instead of an actual brother. But when he steps into the bedroom, and Abby is elsewhere, his mind can drift away into being whoever he likes, however he likes. Merciless, rough, desperate, needy, sweet. Everything that made him unwind was all shared with you. And for that, you felt thankful. You could be the key to his lock, the one that kept his head up from drowning with the overflowing responsibilities he always managed to juggle at the final second. You were the one person he could fall apart with, and everything would be completely fine. 

So when his hand started to stroke up and down his cock, making your mouth water for a certain desire, you were eager to help him unwind. Lose his mind in a little slice of heaven. The pad of his thumb slowly begins to stroke up and down your clothed center, eliciting a desperate whimper from your lips as he circles over your sensitive nub. He could see it through your underwear with how aroused you were growing. Your clit swelled for affection. 

A small wet spot starts to grow, an embarrassing little pool that shows through the white cotton of your panties, just at the sprout of the rose. You let out a shaky breath as Mike traces the looping pattern with his forefinger. He then peels the material gently away from your sticky center, laying his thirsty cock between your folds before he lets the underwear blanket you both. He barely fits inside the dainty material. His cock swells with volume and makes your panties stretch to accommodate. He was large. And all yours. 

You whimper in need, hoping for more but realizing you could get off just like this. 

His breaths are already labored as he starts to thrust, feeling his tip nudge your clit with every beat. You fist the sheets, letting him use you like a wet little toy. He’s not sure what to do with his hands at first. They start on keeping your legs spread at the underside of your thighs, before one settles on your hip and the other is cupping your cheek. Not long after, his thumb pushes past the plushness of your lips, forcing you to suckle and moan around the intrusion. 

Your eyes stay connected, a silent bond between you both. This is a safe space for you, come unraveled before me. 

The next time you look down, the pooling of liquid from his cock has stained your panties. And he has no remorse. Your lips part at the truly dirty sight. He’s leaked so much that your panties have become nearly translucent. You can see the pink of his tip with each thrust and the curve of his shaft.

You grow even wetter, feeling him slip up and down your arousal-filled heat, each thrust making you moan weakly. A shiver rolls up your spine, your walls squeezing around nothing as the coil inside of you twists tighter and tighter. 

Mike cages you with his body as he leans down and kisses you in a distracted way, one that leaves his lips parted against yours as he airs out a few soft grunts while his thrusts slowly falter. 

“Mike, please,” you moan softly against the stubble that lines his cheek, your nose gently gliding against it as you tilt your head back into his mattress, feeling yourself come undone to his thrusts. 

His forehead clustered with sweat sinks desperately into your neck, sponging kisses and moaning weakly as he rids himself of his latest dirty fantasies. He gasps and grunts against your throat as he finishes with hot spurts against the material of your panties, making your jaw drop as you feel the seething warm cum spill and dribble along your stomach and inner thighs. 

Your hearts race in sync, feeling the post-orgasmic high that you catch every morning these days. His cock is still buried in your panties, your hole untouched, and your clit singing with fresh sensitivity. You kiss his earlobe and smile against his skin. 

“You’ve been wanting to do that for a while?” You ask curiously, coiling a dark curl around your finger before it springs loose. 

“Shit,” he mutters weakly, hazy eyes meeting yours as you sweetly kiss his parted lips once more. “M’sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” 

You simply shake your head and wipe the small bead of sweat that neared his eyebrow. “Don’t have to apologize for anything. You already know that.” 

He sighs weakly, but it’s of appreciation. He smiles despite how tired he feels, sponging your cheeks and chin with gentle kisses as he interlocks your hands by your head. “I love you. Mean it.” 

“With all your heart?” You ask.

He nods tightly and pulls your clasped hands to his warm chest. “With all my heart.” 

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[5sospicturesque]

Clearing out my camera roll 9861/?

[theanonymousninja247]

Ok so opening tumblr is a gamble because I wasn’t expecting to be SHOT in the feelings first thing in the morning!

Some Sunset Duo hurt/comfort (emphasis on the comfort) <3

Youngest siblings sometimes get unfairly stereotyped as the "spoiled/bratty/annoying little sibling", and I imagine Mikey internalizes this at some point. Part of Mikey's fight for independence is rooted in fear that he's a burden to his brothers, assumption that Raph only cares for him out of obligation, and desire to relieve Raph of some of his "big bro" responsibilities. While Raph did grow up believing he had a crushing amount of obligation as the oldest bro, he loved brotherly physical affection and was hurt when Mikey requested to stop being carried/held/cuddled/etc. The topic comes up during a conversation when they're in their 20s (after Raph starts learning about healthy detachment, which helps him set boundaries and allow others to help/take care of him, too), and the honest conversation helps relieve both of their concerns.

Just a lil headcanon :)

[drinksrflowin]

☆꒱ — Scene ID pack x3

was never part of this subcul, but it turns out i like most of the stereotypical music and accidentally spent most of my formulative years in spaces related to it, so whatever. go my scarab

eyestrain warning on (basically) all links in this post, be careful!

@id-pack-archive

🌈、names

acid, alecks, andy, angel, ashley, aztro, bass, beau, benny, bet, blade, bloodie, brittany, candy, caramel, charlie, chase, cory, dani, derpy, dj, emily, flash, gradient, gutz, guy, heather, jackie, jake, jamie, jeffery, jj, joel, julian, kayla, kitty, kodi, kris, mary, mattie, mikey, myth, nicks, nicole, nyan, razor, remi, rogue, ryan, sammy, slits, stevie, taylor, teddie, tobi, tyler, vamp, venom, zombie

🎉、pronouns

bow/bows, bright/brights, checkered/checkereds, cringe/cringes, derp/derps, dino/dinos, dye/dyes, express/expressions, eye/strains, flash/flashs, freedom/freedoms, fun/funs, glitter/glitterys, glow/sticks, jingle/jangle, joy/joys, kandi/kandis, leopard/print, LOL/LOLs, loud/louds, luv/luvs, neon/neons, nya/nyans, OMG/OMGs, party/partys, pattern/patterns, pix/pixels, plaid/patterns, rainbow/rainbows, rawr/rawrs, razor/razors, rebel/rebellious, scene/scenes, skull/skulls, sound/sounds, sparkle/sparkles, spike/spikes, sticker/stickers, stripe/stripes, swag/swags, toxic/toxics, tru/self, X3/X3s, XD/XDs, :P/:Ps

👾/👾s, 🎉/🎉s, 🍃/🍃s, ❄️/❄️s, 🔥/🔥s, 🌈/🌈s, 🦝/🦝s, 🎀/🎀s, 🪩/🪩s, 📷/📸s

🌈、genders

5c3n3_ai_g3nd3r.exe, astroscenic, blacklightaesic, catnipgender, chipolishic, cringexdcoric, embowneonic, glitchscenic, hairstainic, highlancene, hyper2000scene, hyperscene, kandipatternssiteic, kandiplushic, kandistargender, loomgender, marvlaetus, neonkandi, neonlexic, neonskullic, rainbowachromatic, rainbowgender & rainbowboneric, rainpridecringean, rainbowstargender, rainbowtoxic, rawrgender, sceneartcoric, scene coyote gender, scenecreation, scenegender, scenegirl/boyvampial, scenequeenic, scenemaxxed, scenemocatcoric, scenefreak, scenemongunic, scenepalettic, sour patch kids gender

🎉、other flags/labels

cringe pride flag, cringic attraction, invirawrstamp, neoncolperspesque, nyan cat xenintation & tac nayn xenintation, scene kitty, scene puppy, scene soul trait, scene system flag, scenevesil/vescene, sparkleanimal

🌈、usernames

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[phoebepheebsphibs]

.Dead asleeP.

Title: Chapter 2: REM Prompt: You were peacefully sleeping when you suddenly wake up to the sound of a heart monitor steadily beeping somewhere nearby, and realize you are in the med-bay with no memory of what happened prior to this. // After watching movies with your siblings all night and passing out in the tv room, you wake up to find that you're alone. What happened? Fandom: ROTTMNT Word Count: 4,339 Author: PhoebePheebsPhibs Rating: Gen Characters: Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, & Raphael (disembodied voices), Señor Hueso Warning: Derealization, nightmare-ish stuff (Leo is stuck in a dream) Summary: Leo finds himself in a new setting with no memory of what happened prior. Notes: No Beta, We Die Like Gram-Gram! More chapters to follow (4 more, to be exact)

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Leo had been walking forever (15 seconds). He wasn't sure where the voices were leading him. He wasn’t sure where the light would end up. But it was warm and kind and... uh... light-y?

"Lighty?"

"What did he say?"

"He said 'lighty'."

"That's not a word."

"I know it's not a word, he said --"

"Is he okay? He looks kinda... funky."

Leo moaned sleepily as he pressed forwards.

"Can you guys hear all my thoughts?

"Not all of them. Only the ones that are like dialogue."

"Dialogue?"

"Y'know, where you feel like you're talking to yourself."

"So you... you heard all that stuff."

"Yeah, pretty much."

"How come I can't always hear you?"

Silence.

"Hello?"

More silence.

"Uh, weird voice people? Hellooooooo? Where did you go?"

Leo felt more and more sleepy as he walked. He was so tired... he should have stayed in bed.

"No! Don't go back there, don't fall back asleep again --"

"Mikey! You can't just --"

"Guys, I think we're losing him!"

"Why... why can't I hear..."

Leo's legs turned to jelly. He started to topple over. He... he wanted to sleep... he can't... stay.... awake.....

The light started to dither away from him. He couldn’t make out what the voices were saying, screaming over one another. But it was all muffled, diluted. Like trying to hear someone who's miles away while you have noise-cancelling headphones on. He wondered if they could still hear him. Leo tumbled.

Into a wall.

Through the wall.

Leo gasped in shock as he landed on a cobblestone floor. He wasn't tired anymore, but confused. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there. Or where 'there' was! He pushed himself off the floor and took a gander around. There were tables with autumn-coloured plaid covers, candles lit everywhere for ambiance, glowing blue mushrooms in the corners of the rafters and climbing up the brick walls. Pictures and portraits hung everywhere, of old customers and patrons, and a few famous Yokai that Leo had never heard of before. There were Yokai and mutants all over the place, some sitting and eating, some wearing nice uniforms and delivering orders. Leo knew this place, this was Run-of-the-Mill Pizzeria! Señor Hueso's place!

Speaking of him, the old bone man came out from the crowd, a huge grin on his face as he greeted Leo.

"Ah, Pepino! So good to see you again! But, eh, why are you on the floor?"

Leo was hoping he would look past that. It was embarrassing, especially since he had no real answer. Leo had a feeling all his embarrassments would be brought to light somehow. It made him anxious. But Hueso needed an answer.

"I, uh... fell," Leo offered.

"I see. Well, don't just lie around like a pescado deshuesado! Come come, have a seat, order something! Anything for my favourite customer!"

"I'm your favourite??" Leo asked with a grin. "I mean, of course I would be! After all, I come here the most, I even worked a shift for you that one time, I... You mean it?"

Señor Hueso laughed, as though the answer should be obvious. Leo revelled in the thought that someone favoured him. There was a pang of sadness. Not Leo's, but someone else's. Leo could feel the emotions radiating off some poor soul hidden in the restaurant. He glanced around, but nobody was paying him any attention whatsoever. So why did he feel someone else's sadness? And... why were they sad for Leo? It wasn't a jealous sad, like they wished they could be the favourite. It felt more like they were sad that Leo wanted to be the favourite. And they felt bad for him. A quick pang of guilt stung in his chest. That was all Leo, though, not some eavesdropping-ghost. Guilty that he'd made someone feel so sad for his sake, and... guilty that they saw that moment, saw his desperation. But it faded quickly, like ice in a flame. Hueso guided Leo to one of the best seats in the house and sat him down, petting him on the head affectionately as a menu was placed in Leo's hands.

"You can order whatever you like! On the house!"

"On the -- huh? What for??"

"Why, for saving the city of course! And the world, too!"

"I did what?" Leo questioned.

Hueso's expression faltered for a moment before his smile came back. He looked like he'd just been caught revealing some secret.

"I will go get your drink!" he said cheerilly, before strutting away quickly.

Leo's brow furrowed. That was odd. Maybe... he was referring to the Shredder's banishment? Yeah... yeah, that must be it! Funny, not a lot of people (or even Yokai/Mutants, for that matter) had heard about that. But then again, Big Mama was a big help in that, and he wouldn't put it past her to take whatever publicity she could get for herself. Oh well. Leo had saved the city so many times by this point, he could mean anything! But saving the world? Even though the Shredder was a huge threat, it didn't honestly feel 'world-ending' at the time. City-ending, sure. If he had made it out of NYC, then maaaaybe it would have been a world-ending thing. Maybe Leo was just overthinking it. He should think about what pizza to get instead. Oooh, hawaiian!

"IF YOU GET HAWAIIAN, LEO, I SWEAR TO PIZZA SUPREME --!"

Leo jumped. His knees slammed the bottom of the table, rattling the items on top. He glanced around in terror.

"W-who said that??"

No answer.

"Come on, I know someone just yelled at me! Who's there?!"

"Pepino, are you alright?"

Leo jumped again when Señor Hueso suddenly appeared in front of him without warning, gently placing a glass of soda on the table. Leonardo's eyes darted around the restaurant anxiously. No one was watching his strange episode. No one seemed to notice. No one seemed to care. Everyone was just... there. Like NPCs.

"Uh... y-yeah, I'm fine. I'm good," he stuttered.

"Have you found something to order?" Hueso asked, pulling out a notepad and pen.

"Um... H-Hawaiian?"

Leo felt a deep and insulted rage radiating towards him.

"I-I mean not Hawaiian! Definitely NOT Hawaiian!" he retracted, scrambling to look over the menu again. "I'll take pepperoni instead! With onions!"

"Wonderful choice, hijo," Hueso nodd, taking the menu. "I'll be right back."

Leo started shaking. Was he losing his mind? It felt like it. He kept hearing voices, kept feeling emotions that he knew were not his own. He felt weirdly omnipotent, yet powerless. The patrons seated around him started watching him. Why now?! Why were they only watching him now, when he was alone and scared?! Leo started to hyperventilate. He... he needed to calm down. This wasn't as scary a situation as he was making it out to be! He just woke up in a random place with no memory of how he'd gotten there or what had happened prior, and started randomly hearing things and... and... Okay, maybe it was a little weirder than usual. Had someone placed some kind of curse on him? Was that what it was?

The weirdest part was that he felt like someone was trying to get his attention. He kept glancing over his shoulder. Everyone was staring at him now, but that wasn't it. They were different. Empty. Someone wanted to talk to him, get him to hear them, see them, feel them. He could sense their desperation, he could catch vague whispers of his name, he could feel their gaze on him.

"...Hello?" he whimpered. "Who's there? I know you're there, where are you??"

No one said anything. But he could feel the pull getting stronger.

"...I can't hear you, y'know. But I know that you're there."

He felt their disappointment.

"What do you want from me?"

He felt... shock. Confusion. They didn't want anything from him. He felt compassion, kindness, generosity, worry, love. Who were these ghosts?

Hueso arrived with a full pepperoni and onion pizza, and dropped it off with a flourish. Leo's mouth watered as he reached forward to grab a slice. He opened his mouth, bit into the cheese and --

He couldn't taste it. Why couldn't he taste it? Leo pulled the slice out of his mouth and stared at it. It looked delicious. It smelled -- it, it smelled.... like nothing. He couldn't smell it. There was an emptiness to it. He grabbed the drink and gulped it down. There was no taste, no fizz, no carbonation or flavour. Just a texture of liquid in his mouth and down his throat. He couldn't even tell if it was cold or not.

"...it's not real..."

Leo glanced around.

"...Was that you, ghost?"

"You can hear me now?"

"I... I can hear you," Leo swallowed nervously. "What did you mean, it isn't real?"

"Nothing you see is real, Leo. That's what we've been trying to tell you."

"Who's 'we'?"

"Mikey, Raph, and me."

"What?"

"I said, Mikey --"

"He can't hear our names, Dee."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. Maybe the same reason why he can't recognize our voices."

"Recognize -- Wait, do I know you?" Leo asked anxiously.

"...Yeah. You know us, Leo."

"Well, who are you guys??"

"We're your --"

"Pepino!"

Leo yiped, his head snapped back to see Hueso staring at him.

"Pepino, you haven't touched your food! Is something wrong?"

"I-I... I..."

"He isn't real," one of the ghosts whispered. "He's here to keep you trapped."

"Trap...?" Leo whimpered.

"¿Disculpe?" Hueso asked, head tilting in confusion. "Did you say 'trap'? What trap?"

"I, uh, was just -- thinking out loud!" Leo covered up. "Yeah! I was... thinking about... traps?"

"Do you mean the laberinto de muerte?" Hueso asks.

"Yeah! Yeah, that!" Leo chuckles nervously. "I was just... reminiscing about it... I thought maybe I could bring my brothers here to try again?"

"Why, when you're already on the wall?" Hueso chuckled.

"Yeah, the wall of cheaters and losers. But I wanna try --"

"Losers? No no no no, uno azul! YOU are on the wall of champions."

"I'm WHAT?" Leo asked with shock.

Señor Hueso motioned for him to come to the hall of champions and pulled out a picture frame the wall. Inside the frame, a heroic and muscular Leo was standing in the center of a maze, posed like an action hero with a pizza pie in one hand and his trusted odachi in the other.

"...When did this happen?" Leo questioned, aghast that he'd already completed the maze. And that they'd let him try again after what happened last time.

"A few weeks ago, do you not remember?"

Leo did remember. Strange, how he could only think of it now. But a vision of him trouncing mystic baddies in a minotaur maze shaped like a pizza just simply popped into his head without warning.

"Oh. I remember that... I did that alone?"

"Sí, Pepino!"

"...Where were my brothers? Why didn't they go with me?"

"Why would they?"

Leo's heart sank.

"Did... did I just come alone that day, or did they watch, or..."

"They didn't want to do it with you," Hueso repeated, soft frustration in his tone, as though he was tired of explaining this.

"But why?" Leo asked, almost on the verge of tears. "I know I can be kind of... I-I know the last time we did it together, I lied and might have been a jerk, but --"

"Pepino, maybe you should just enjoy your meal?" Hueso tried, placing a hand on Leo's shoulder as he led him back to the table. "You look tired."

Leo was tired. His eyes felt heavy all over again.

"No, no, no! Don't give in again! Don't fall for it, Leo!"

Leo stopped.

"We --Your brothers care about you! They would never leave you like that!"

"Yeah! They'd kick butt with you whenever! Don't let this stupid fake-world fool you!!"

Leo felt Hueso try to pull him along.

"Pepino? Are you coming? Your food's getting cold!"

"You can't believe what you see! It isn't really there!"

"Pepino, come on!" Hueso pulled harder. "You have to sit down!"

"Please, fight back! Don't give in to his lies!"

"...Are you lying to me, Hueso?" Leo asked.

"What? Lying?? Estar como una cabra, you are acting crazy!" the skeleton man laughed. "You must be hungrier than you realize. Come with me, and we'll have a great meal --"

"I don't want to eat," Leo snapped, wrenching his arm free from the bone man's grip. "I want to see my brothers. I want to talk to them. Why didn't they go with me? Why couldn't I remember beating the maze? Why can't I taste anything??"

Leo's head felt dizzy, his heart pounded as he looked around the restaurant. It was starting to shift, it looked a lot scarier than before. The candles were blowing out, the Yokai around them were slowly looking more and more demonic and terrifying. Even Hueso himself started looking like a Halloween Haunted House decoration.

"It... it isn't real," Leo whispered, gasping for air. "None of this... What is this place? Where am I?!"

Hueso reached a bony claw out for Leo, his voice garbled and distorted as he tried one last time to reconcile with him.

"̷̜̠̀͗C̴͓̱̃̏o̸͚̚m̸̻̹͂͠ḙ̵̦͗͒ ̴͎̀ẁ̶̢̯i̷͇̣̎t̴̳̎̋h̸̪̿͝ ̶̞̰̓m̶͙̈́͆ĕ̵̗̾,̵̹̳͒ ̶̪͊L̵̝̎͘e̴͉̪͂o̸̘̔͠ṉ̸́ä̴̳̟́͠ř̴̨̛d̷͎̅͐o̵̘̖̊̚,̶͍̀"̶͎̇͘ Hueso enticed. "̶̼̰̽S̴̱̈́̓t̵̞̰̅́a̷̫͖̾͗ý̴̘͖ ̸̖͊w̷̡̻̅ĩ̸̖̟ẗ̶͚h̵̳̾̒ ̸̛̠̉u̶͔̎š̶͖̲͌.̶̨̉̇ͅ"̶̢̠̄

Leo reeled back and started running. He had to escape this place! He rushed down the hall of champions and leapt over the red velvet rope that separated the restaurant from the maze entrance. He threw the door open and darted into the maze.

The entrance vanished with a fizzle and a spark. Leo kept running.

"Where is he going?"

"I don't know!"

"Well, can we help him get out, or what??"

"What say you, Michael?"

"Um... I think we have to lead him through certain levels to get him back."

"Levels? Like a video game?" Leo asked.

"You can still hear us?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, the last time you went into a new place you lost your memory of us and how you'd gotten there."

"I did?? When did that happen?"

"Never mind. Mikey, what did you mean by 'levels'?"

"Well, Barry said that with spells used for situations like this, you have to gradually wake the person up. That means going through different dreams in turns, like levels. We'll probably notice when this one ends and the next one starts."

"Who said?" Leo asked, turning a right past an aisle of flaming spikes.

"Barry...?"

"Wait, I kind of heard that one!" Leo exclaimed. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you must be getting better!" the voice cheered. "You must be waking up!"

"Waking up?" Leo asked, skidding to a halt. "What does that mean? Am... am I asleep?"

It grew awkwardly, uncomfortably silent.

"...You didn't know? Leo, you've been asleep for a week."

"What did you say?"

"I said you have been in a coma since the invasion --"

"He can't hear you, Mikey."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. He... maybe he's blocking it out?"

"Blocking us out? So... so he's doing it on purpose?"

"Doing what on purpose?"

"I don't know. But maybe... we should not bring it up yet. Until he's ready to hear it."

"Hear what?" Leo asked, looking up as if he might see the ghosts floating about him. "What am I not ready for?"

"It's... hard to explain. But for whatever reason, you can't physically hear us mention our names, or who we are, or why we're here."

"Is that part of the trap?"

"The huh?"

"You said that there was a trap in Run-of-the-Mill. Is whatever's keeping you from telling me these things part of that trap? Are you trapped, too?"

The voices were quiet, whispering amongst themselves.

"...You might actually be on to something there. The... 'thing' that's trying to keep you here may be fighting against us."

"Why?"

"...I don't know, Leo. But we're gonna do whatever we can to save you."

"S-save me? Like... Like I could die?"

"Maybe not 'die'. But you are trapped here."

"We want to help get you out!"

"Oh. Phew!" Leo exhaled loudly, laughing with concern. "For a minute there, I thought that maybe my life was at stake or something! Ha!"

The voices chuckled nervously with him, as Leo continued to escape the maze...

[soupofturtle]

TMNT 2012 Random LARP costume details

Leo

Helmet-A toy says the base was made from a pizza sauce can. The pattern painted on it is mostly blue with white lining, the back looks roughly like a cross, this patterns becomes more circular on the sides. The front decoration is three pieces of cardboard, with the corrugating medium facing the front. The decor on the sides seem to be square rulers.

Shoulder plates-Have one small silver smooth top bolt in each one. Some of the places where the blue and white paint doesn't fully cover appear to be red, and the toy gives off the implication that they are actually made from a stop sign. The back of them also appear to have bolts in them.

Wrists-Likely also made from pizza sauce cans like the helmet is. Have a blue and white striped pattern with one silver stripe on the ends closest to his hands.

Cape-Is a blanket with a cartoonish duck on it. The duck has a blue and white plaid pattern hat that seems to have a light blue F on it. The duck has small black crescent shaped eyebrows.

Sword-Is just one of his katana with a cardboard decoration on its handle, this decoration is mostly painted blue but seems to have some white lines too but it is hard to see.

Raph

Helmet-The base is a spaghetti strainer and most of the decor appears to be metallic aside from the horns. Has what looks to be a piece of cardboard on his nose ridge. The part that covers the sides and back of his head has a white and red checkerboard pattern.

Rest of the outfit-A toy claims the fur part was made from a white shaggy rug. The main belt around his waist is studded and the one going over his shoulder has spikes on it. His left wrist has black chains binding the fur, while the right wrist is bound with one spiked and another one that had circular studs on it. His left foot has what appears to be a square stud pattern belt, and the right foot has a circular stud pattern.

The axe seems to be real, likely got taken from the weapons in the dojo.

Donnie

Hat-A toy says it was made from a bedsheet, and it has a yellow crescent moon taped onto it.

Beard-Has a small notable tuft under his chin that stands out against the rest of the beard, has a two-part moustache, has notable curls on the sides. It looks like the cord of the bolo is used to tie the beard near the bottom, the ends of this cord are gold colored, the main part is dark brown with a gold lining with a pattern that makes it resemble a rope, it also has a golden bull's head.

Robe-Is a bath robe with a pattern of white circles with 5-point stars in the middle of these circles. Has a couple small bags attached to his main belt and any more neutral coloring references I've seen indicates they are meant to be maroon colored.

Staff-Is his bo staff with a snow globe duct taped to the top. The scene inside the snow globe appears to be a reference to the skyscraper King Kong scene with a red heart with NYC in it.

Mikey

Hat-Looks like some sort of ad for 'the royal weenie', most of it is yellow with green lining and words on it, the top seems to be painted in camo colors. Has a red feather. The string for his 'elf ears' is also visibly tied around his head vertically, it appears to be either white or beige.

Main body-Has a orange button-up shirt with the collar being bent in a Barrymore style. He's wearing some kind green outerwear with white lining and the bottom has a square-cut pattern to it, one of the toys claims he has a 'table cloth cape', but given he doesn't seem to have any kind of cape on him I can only assume it was talking about this. He has a new black belt going over his shoulder and it the circular silver buckle he has seems to have the design of a face on it, but it is very difficult for me to see any particular detail for it.

+1 ring of awesome-Appears to have a adjustable gray belt for the part that actually goes on the finger. The 'gem' is octagon shaped, the lower part is pink and slightly translucent, the top is blue and depicts the image of a white unicorn head with a rainbow mane.

[cloudwardhoe]

I just saw Anora! Some thoughts:

There was an older couple there who clearly didn’t know what they were getting into; they left in like the first 30 minutes during one of the dance scenes (the mini plaid skirt one)

I’m not someone who thinks there should never be sex/nudity in films but it is uncomfortable during those scenes when the theater is so small and everyone decided to sit in the same row 😭

ANYWAY Mikey Madison is GORGEOUS

I loved her hair

The goons were so funny. I love Igor

The puke scene was disgusting but also so funny

I loved how she kinda became part of the gang for a bit there

The ending broke my heart for her; she deserves so much

The family was awful but also so funny; I hated Ivan but wanted to root for him.

I do kinda wish it was more of a love story; but I guess we can’t have nice things rn 🥲

The silence was used so effectively. I feel like so many movies lately had terrible sound design but this was perfect

Man I wish I was rich

Overall loved it; highly recommend. But do not bring your parents.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC intro - Ash Hathaway

I'm on a roll with these! Feel free to ask me any questions about Ash!

Basics

Cis girl she/her

The start of Part One is Ash's thirteenth birthday!

Ash has black hair that she keeps very short throughout Part One, but it slowly grows out as the series goes on. She has bright green eyes, fair skin peppered with freckles, stands at about 5'2 at the start of Part One, and has a relatively "boyish" figure as some would say; in other words, no curves yet.

She's bisexual but hasn't figured it out yet

Ash is a telepath, and a naturally gifted one at that. Her powers come extremely naturally to her once she's in Alium, and she finds it harder and harder to ignore them.

For all intents and purposes, Ash is human, just from another dimension, Alium, which is full of superpowered individuals. Ash was born here, but grew up in suburban Texas around the Houston area.

Character/Personality

Ash is independent and very curious. She loves to problem solve, and gets admittedly very excited if she doesn't quite know what's going on. She usually goes to a mental back and forth before ultimately making a decision on something, which means despite usually following her impulses, she did technically think it over.

Ash is very into robotics. She loves building things, and when given the chance to enter a robotics club at her school, she does. She occasionally will read for pleasure, though usually she sticks with high fantasy, sci-fi (especially about robots), and some nonfiction robotics. She primarily listens to pop and rock music.

Ash is taking a Spanish class for high school credit and is in the school band class, where she plays the euphonium. She isn't particularly excited about either, but she enjoys them enough and does want to continue them.

Ash loves to experiment. One of the most terrifying things that she does is experiment with food because she has horrible horrible taste. One of her most prominent storylines is also her using telepathic probing devices she found. Her telepathic abilities extend with every use and she usually gets a relevant vision. She's curious to see how they work and what she'll see when she uses them. In general, she's curious as to how far she can stretch her abilities. What is the mind's limit?

Other Notable Things

Ash gets chronic headaches only partially caused by her telepathy. She's found that her headaches do lessen the more she uses her telepathy.

Ash usually wears high-waisted pants she tucks her shirt into. Over that, she'll usually wear a plaid flannel overshirt. She also wears combat boots and a lot of gothic rings on her fingers that she messes with.

Ash has an older sister named Hannah and a younger half-brother named Mikey.

Ash considers her best friend to be Lexi. All of the other people she considers to be her closest friends (Gwen, Noelle, Rose) were all truly Lexi's friends first.

Tag Games for More Ash!

OC in three

Interview

Picrew

OC bag (what's in her bag)

Fun facts

Two Truths and a Lie

Origin

Questionnaire One

Questionnaire Two

Questionnaire Three

Empty Bingo

Deep Dive

Outfit

Unusual Associations

Cuddleability

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

[calritchie21]

Okay but Mikey looks SO good in the plaid

HES SO SEXY

[theanonymousninja247]

*holds this in my arms oh so very gently*

CW: Depression, beginning of panic

B-Team hurt/comfort (the pages I've finished so far, anyway) </3

Mikey is struggling with depression, and the refusal of physical comfort isn't helping. He tries to keep his depressive episode a secret, but it suddenly dawns on Donnie when he goes to check on the littlest bro (which results in Donnie feeling both incredibly worried and guilty).

Ofc this is fiction, but I do wanna point out that IRL the best response to mental health issues is to remain calm and patient, and to not panic (panic/stress is understandable, but often counterproductive).