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Beneath the Brine

Doing cods work by making and posting a kunicraft fic. Some context: this is basically an au where, instead of doing normal things when you have a crush on someone, Lovecraft keeps accidentally sending psychic visions of his eldritch form to kunikida, which causes him to have nightmares about said eldritch form. They make me want to eat rocks [very positive]. Also fic title is from the song/album of the same name (the song is actually on my kunibramcraft playlist)

In the depths of the water of Yokohama, Lovecraft lay, or he did until a strange feeling ripped through him like he was electrocuted. It was like something changed in the world at large; he was intending to emerge at some point, to see the blonde detective he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about from afar.

So, he emerged.

Walking through the streets in the direction he assumed the agency was (he couldn’t quite remember, he’d only been there once afterall), as water dripped from his still damp body and passerby stared at him, he spotted a broadcasting television with people surrounding it. Usually he wouldn’t pay attention to it, but… “-The terrorist organization known as The Decay of Angels has been identified as the Armed Detective Agency. As of right now only two of the members are in custody, their leader Fukuzawa Yukichi and Kunikida Doppo, if you spot any of the other members please contact-”

Ah, that would do it.

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He can feel himself falling, or is he sinking?

It’s hard to tell anymore.

He can feel his lungs being crushed along with his ribcage from the pressure, losing any remaining air he has.

The burning feeling at his wrists where his hands should be, everything has become a blur and yet he can see the trails of blood floating up from his wrists.

The darkness wraps around him, embracing him just before

He wakes up, another nightmare. One of the many he’s had for the past few months. He tries to reach towards his notebook should be, to have yet another futile attempt at trying to write down what he remembers from the nightmare (everytime he tries to put it into words, he seems to be at a loss, or maybe the details just slip past him like water through a sifter). It was then he remembered what happened before he lost consciousness, and became very aware of his lack of hands.

He can feel the panic boil inside him, his breathing becoming unsteady. He can’t even do anything to stop it or to keep it from getting too out of hand, as all of his coping mechanisms involve his hands (combing his fingers through his hair, twirling a pen or pencil in his hand, picking at healing scabs, revising his schedule or anything in his notebook, messing with the ends of his ribbon, just doing anything with his hands).

Cameras. There must be cameras in this room.

He can’t do this. Not now.

The next few hours are a blur, the only way he could guess how much time has passed was the window with either the sun or how the light shown through it. He wasn’t sure if it was the near meltdown or the sun starting to set along with the lights being out in the room he was in, but he felt tired, even if he awoke just a few hours ago.

He thought about it. He didn’t have anything to do until the usual time he would sleep (or an estimation of when that is, since he didn’t exactly have a clock to look at) due in part to… you know. He just wishes he could move the blanket better at least.

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He’s lying in a rowboat in what seems to be an endless ocean; he remembers having this nightmare before, he’s just not sure how many times (he briefly ponders why he seems to remember in his sleep but not in his waking hours).

Looking up at the full moon in the middle of the night sky, he pushes himself up to sit. He feels a sharp pain in his wrists as he does so, hissing, when sat up he moves them to look and… hands, he has them. In a way he’s relieved despite the pain, he has his hands here.

The sound of the water against the boat reminds him of where he is. Right, the nightmare he should be having. The rowboat is old and made of wood, and more importantly doesn’t have any oars, so it can’t be moved by anything but the waves of the ocean. The water is dark, whether that be because of the night sky or there being no bottom he’s unsure. There isn’t any sight of land in the slightest. There’s also the-

Something from the depths reaches out and grabs the boat, breaking it apart. Right on time.

He falls into the water, as he tries to grab a large enough chunk of the broken boat to hold onto, the creature grabs him and pulls him under the water. (He gets scared, and wakes up.)

As he sinks, he can feel himself losing breath, chest almost crushing from the increasing pressure as the water around him gets darker and darker. (He gets scared, and wakes up.)

When the water almost reaches complete darkness, he stops being pulled. There’s just enough light that he can see part of the creature who pulled him down. A small round head with sunken eyes, darker than the abyss itself. Tentacles where the mouth should be. Several sets of arms clutching the head. It’s back seemingly hunched, he could barely see what seemed to be large webbed wings on its back. The rest of what he could see were tentacles, too many to even attempt to count. (He gets scared, and wakes up.)

Every time, he lets the fear get to him, and he wakes up. He’s not sure if it’s him subconsciously not wanting to wake up back into where he was or acceptance of whatever fate awaits him, but he doesn’t wake up.

The creature pulled him closer, more tentacles wrapping around him and… it embraced him, like he was a small plush toy. He’s not sure what to think. He can hear it making some noises, though he’s unsure of the meaning. It’s almost comforting, the way he’s being held by the creature, compared to what’s happening in the real world.

He sighs, resting his head and closing his eyes. Hopefully he can stay like this for a little longer.

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As he felt himself returning to consciousness, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. It was a lot nicer than being in the waking world currently.

“Oh? Awake are we?”

He flinched and quickly turned his head to look towards the voice. A hunting dog, the one who mocked his ideals. He really wishes he could be asleep right now.

He moves his arms to push himself up, feeling a sharp pain as he does so just like in the dream. (Odd, how does he remember that? And since when did he refer to it as a dream and not a nightmare?) “What do you want?”

The hunting dog seemed to ignore the question. “Have a nice dream last night? Your heartbeat was quite interesting.”

His brow furrowed, what use would there be in asking him about that? “Why would you want to know?” The hunting dog's smile changed slightly, he can’t tell the meaning behind it however. “Eager to get interrogated are we?”

He doesn’t respond.

He misses the dream already.

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In the depths of Yokohama's water, a creature made of tentacles stirred. He had dreamt of the detective once again, bringing him down to the deep to be with him. He couldn’t help but think about keeping the detective safe after finding out what had happened.

He wants to find him, he really does. But he knows that it would be difficult to locate him without potentially turning Yokohama inside out, and he doesn’t want to do that, it would upset the detective. There’s also a place with really nice ice cream that he wouldn’t want to ruin, he hopes one day he can get some there with the detective.

Thinking back, he remembers how much the detective agency fought the guild, and his own defeats at the hands of them and the port mafia.

Hopefully in the time he’s asleep they figure everything out, and that the blonde detective can be returned.

[turtle-clown]

Hey girl. Kunibram fic which I. Don’t have a title for :v

There are like. Two things to mention here, because of this being vaugely in Brams perspective Kunikida is referred to as Doppo cause. I think bram would refer to Kunikida by his first name. The second is that this fic is about Bram watching Kunikida in his sleep, put the gun down let me explain I swear, it’s not meant to be weird in a creepy way it’s more meant to be like. Bram not quite understanding what’s normal human behavior and not quite recognizing his own feelings. I swear this is normal (for kunibram at least. There is blood drinking)

Bram liked to watch Doppo sleep. Not in a creepy way, he thinks, it's hard to explain in such a small amount of words.

When he was first allowed to dwell in Doppo's dorm and couldn’t sleep at night, he would stand by Doppo's bed while he was sleeping and watch. He looked calmer sometimes, other times he must have been having very awful nightmares. He could sympathize, the memories of his family’s fate haunt him in both his waking and sleeping hours.

He dared not get too close however, Doppo valued his schedule and part of that was waking up at a certain time, and getting too close could risk waking him up. He valued the other man’s company and didn’t want to make him upset lest he risk not being able to live with him anymore.

Soon, the young lady, Aya, started living with the two of them; at her own request. Although, Bram felt that Doppo would’ve eventually attempted to have her stay with the two of them, even if she hadn’t asked. And so, the young lady became their young lady, even if unofficially.

Doppo seemed to sleep better knowing that the young lady was safe in their (now more officially shared) dorm. He wondered if some of the nightmares he’s been having were about the young lady; he does remember being told about the incident where the two met.

He wished he could assist when Doppo did have any nightmares, alas, he knows he can’t. Can’t wake him up and let him know he’s been watching, he could take it the wrong way.

One day, Doppo offers his blood.

They both have been aware that there wouldn’t be any going back if either breached the topic of Brams vampirism, only ever bringing it up to make sure one of them acquires blood bags from the agency doctor. A silent agreement that neither would mention it in any way outside of that one exception.

Yet here the two are, an offering being made.

He doesn’t need to, and yet he did. Bram doesn’t know what to think of it, and yet he accepts.

They both knew that he wouldn’t turn Doppo into a vampire, and if he did he would change him back as fast as he could. He couldn’t drink directly from his neck, that would be dangerous if he bit into an artery, and those that work at the agency would notice. Similarly, he couldn’t bite his wrists, as Bram wouldn’t want to cause him to have more issues with his hands.

So, he would bite his left shoulder, right above the clavicle. They both knew this as well; nothing needed to be said out loud, they both just knew.

And so, the two were on Doppo's bed, him in Bram's lap while he drinks. They both internally reasoned that it wasn’t strange, since this was the most comfortable for both of them. After a while, Doppo's head started to dip and he started blinking slower; it must have been the blood loss.

So, Bram stopped, only getting up and leaving to grab something to patch up the bite.

When he returned, he noted the almost glassy look in Doppo's eyes along with him seemingly barely able to keep himself sitting upright. He must have accidentally taken more than he should’ve, perhaps they should’ve both thought it through more. Alas, what happened, happened.

He held Doppo firmly, as to keep him from moving too much, while he patched up the bite. Afterwards, Doppo leaned forward, resting his head on Bram's shoulder; speaking a quiet thank you before falling unconscious.

He hasn’t observed him this closely before. It felt odd to be this close when he was resting, a closeness that felt almost taboo. Then again, this is a different world than the one he knew so many years ago. The soft snore of Doppo brought him back to the current situation.

The best bram could do at the moment was remove his glasses and move him so that he would be laying down, as sleeping while sitting likely isn’t very comfortable. After laying him down, he loomed over for a moment; staring, observing.

He noticed Doppo's dress shirt collar shifted when he was laid down, and now he could see part of what seemed to be a large scar on his right shoulder. Curiosity got the better of him, and he unbuttoned Doppo's dress shirt just enough to see more of it.

The scar extended from his right shoulder to just above his stomach, the scar being wider at his shoulder. He vaguely remembers an off-handed mention of Doppo being struck by one of the hunting dogs' swords, and the wound not being healed by the agency doctor in a report about the first confrontation between the hunting dogs and the agency.

It must have hurt, he knows the feeling of having your shoulder sliced open by a sword like that all too well; it happened to him when Fukuchi cut him down and stuck him onto the holy sword. He still has scars from both times he was cut in half, with his arms removed as well, he can only imagine they go all around his body due to his lack of reflection.

He buttoned Doppo's shirt back up; he satiated his curiosity, and won’t let himself look any more than he has too.

No longer looming over him, now sitting next to the sleeping man, Bram considers his options for a moment. He could leave, choose somewhere else in the shared dorm to rest (if he could sleep that is) and leave Doppo alone for the rest of the night. Or… he could lay next to him, and try to sleep on the bed with him.

As he was considering, Doppo rolled over in his sleep and moved his hand to Bram.

Well, he supposed it couldn’t hurt. So, he lay down on the side of the bed curled up, so as to not take up too much space. And reached his own hand out to gently hold Doppos.

He didn’t have any trouble sleeping that night.

After that night, sometimes he’d watch closer, occasionally laying on the bed like he did that night. There was also the small occasion he’d be offered blood again; spread out enough that it wouldn’t affect Doppo's work. After drinking and Doppo falling asleep from the blood loss, he’d stay next to him like the first time and be able to observe him closer. He found it odd how he seemed more content sleeping near him than when alone; although, it’s not like Bram was one to talk, seemingly being able to sleep easier in Doppo's bed.

One night, when he’s standing next to Doppo's bed watching him sleep, he wakes up. However, instead of being frightened or getting angry at him, he invites Bram to lay with him. He doesn’t know what to think, and yet he complies.

After laying down, Doppo wraps his arms around him and goes to sleep with his face nuzzled into Bram's neck. He hasn't been drunk from recently, so he can only assume his actions were caused by him being half asleep. Yes, that must be it.

The next morning, he apologizes for watching Doppo sleep at night. He simply responds by saying that it’s alright if Bram wants to sleep in bed with him. Which is odd, because that’s what people who are in love do and they’re not-

Oh. Hm. Is that why he’s been doing that?

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Hey girl. A LH x koro fic from leatherheads perspective ab tentacles (but not in the sexy way)

I have a lot of thoughts on these two and this was basically a way for me to get it out of my system a bit lawl. The beginning does reference an unfinished fic also about these two so if it seems odd that’s why

For several decades of his life, Leatherhead has lived with tentacles and their associations.

The Kraang, the searing pink color, being experimented on, being tortured, any conceivable form of harm the Kraang could think to inflict on him. Nothing good.

So it’s no wonder why the tentacled beast who refers to himself as Korosensei put him off at first. It was only with Michelangelo’s assurance that he wouldn’t harm anyone that he didn’t attack the beast. Even so he was cautious, watching every movement of his tentacles to be ready to defend himself or those he cares about.

What he didn’t expect was Korosensei attempting to befriend him. It was strange. Yet he couldn’t help but listen to what he had to say.

They were the same. Well, not quite. There were differences like the circumstances of how they ended up in their own labs and what they originally were. But they were so similar. Maybe he could get along with the tentacled creature.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. And over that span of time the two of them have gotten very close. Soon he stopped flinching whenever he saw a tentacle reach towards him. And in a few months, the same happened with pink tentacles.

At first, the pink hue Korosensei had at times activated his fight or flight response (which ruined some moments they had together. Everytime it did he couldn’t help but feel horrible for it, even if his partner was forgiving about it every time). But over time he started to see the pink differently, being able to differentiate it from the pink of the Kraang; Michelangelo and Donatello's efforts to attempt to categorize the specific colors Korosensei displays most likely helped.

(“- Figuring out the pink when he’s- well- you know-” Michelangelo stumbled over the words, they never really liked talking about the topic of romance. “- was a bit hard, but! We have narrowed it down a bit and, personally, I think it’s most likely cherry blossom pink.” He could tell just from the slight emphasis and them posing slightly dramatically that a sibling rivalry over this has begun.

“Dee thinks it’s more pink lace, but he’s not the artist here, is she? Furthermore-” “What color is the Kraang?” They stopped, frozen in place, blinking a few times before facing him. “…Huh?” “The Kraang, what color are they?”

They paused, then turned back around to the Pantone cards they had, moving them around almost to try and find one that was the right color. “I- they technically might not be pink, they’re closer to magenta, orchid specifically.” They grabbed a Pantone card and two they seemingly have made themselves. “But if you wanted to classify it, it’s probably some weird mix of steel pink, ultra pink, and a more saturated version of super pink.”

He could tell from the way they were holding those cards and talking they were trying to avoid thinking about the Kraang, it was understandable, no one really knew how long Michelangelo was in Dimension X for.

They turned back around. “… Why did you ask?”

The two of them made eye contact for a moment, before he laid his head and replied. “No reason.”)

That day stuck with him, and since then he started to actually focus on the colors Korosensei showed.

And Michelangelo was right, it was different from the Kraang. His pink was warm, soft in a way, while the Kraangs was hostile and unnatural in a way that makes one sick. One was friendly and kind while the other caused nothing but harm.

It did take time getting used to of course, things don’t happen overnight, but eventually the pink tone his tentacles turned into no longer frightened Leatherhead. He could learn to love what he once hated.

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Am I worth the pity? (Could someone still love me?)

Heyyyyy fic for post demodragon arc in my tmnt/vbros crossover au that’s about Donnie’s feelings post killing Vizioso (since she does kill him in this au). Reading my timeline for this au is somewhat recommend to give context as to how the turtles and Brock know eachother but technically it’s not required

The two major notes here are Donnie using he/she pronouns throughout the fic with the pronoun occasionally switching mid sentence or paragraph. The other thing is that the fic title is taken from the song The Heretic (Woe is me) by vylet pony, the themes of the song aren’t relevant to this if your concerned about that

Donnie couldn’t stop thinking about what happened that night.

They had stopped the demodragon, and as more time passed he just couldn’t stop thinking about that night. She’d killed a man. She killed Don Vizioso.

At first he was glad he did it, even though Leo tried to stop him, even though he tried to talk him down from it. He felt pure satisfaction when the naginata blade sliced the don's throat.

But even though there were more important things to focus on, like the demodragon literally raising hell, she couldn’t stop thinking about how disappointed Leo looked. Or how he wouldn’t meet her eyes even now, hours after the demodragon was defeated. The guilt started to get to him.

He no longer knew how to feel, but she couldn’t talk with her brothers, not when Leo is still upset with him.

In the lab, sitting at her desk and lying her head in front of her computer, she sees the shortcut to quickly access O.S.I and guild files in her hotbar. His brothers couldn’t understand what’s going on, but he knows someone who might.

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It’s past noon, and he knows this is a bad idea.

The Ventech tower is tall, and he can’t exactly just walk in and ask to see Brock.

Sighing, he aims the grappling gun and shoots at the tower in a way that would let him not climb as much as he needs to.

The climb up is relatively uneventful, it was mostly making sure she was climbing on surfaces that aren’t glass and making sure civilians don’t see the six foot tall turtle climbing the tower of a major tech corporation.

As she climbs up to the balcony connected to the living area, Brock notices him and almost chokes on his cigarette. “The hell are you doing here!? It’s daylight, aren’t you supposed to be in the sewers?”

“I killed a man.”

His expression changed at the blunt statement, it was subtle, but it did. “… Can’t you go to your brothers about this?” A mix of worry and confusion. “I- they can’t-” she struggled with the words. “Leo, he- I can’t.” A sigh, he put out his cigarette. “Alright, let’s go inside and talk there. Want any coffee?” He could sense the unspoken ‘I know you're not used to being awake at this time’. A weak smile appeared on his face. “Yes please; black.”

He followed the Venture bodyguard inside, going left to the kitchen like he was on “airplane mode” as Mikey would say; distantly he wonders if this is a sign he may be dissociating. As Brock went to make the coffee, he sat at the table booth near the door, it looked sort of like the ones in diners. She knows all these thoughts and observations are an attempt to distract her from why she’s here, in a way she now understands why Mikey distracts themselves with whatever they can to keep from thinking about their trauma. The coffee can’t be made fast enough.

He glances to where Brock is when he hears the sound of the beverage being poured into a mug. He had two out, one that seemed like a standard white mug and the other looking very worn with the writing on it being almost faded; she could barely make out the phrase “#1 dad”, she didn’t need to think much else about it after seeing that. (In the back of her mind she thinks about father, and how he misses him).

After giving him the plain mug and sitting across from him, Brock asks him something. “So… who did you kill?” Automatically, she responds. “Don Vizioso.” He makes a hum like noise. “Yea I’ve heard of him. Leader of an Italian mafia based in this city, heard about his death yesterday morning.” He looks directly at her now. “I’ve also heard about how much he hated mutants.” That’s when she cracked.

“I- almost a year ago he captured me and another mutant, and- and he ordered to have us vivisected. The saw almost cut through me, if- if my brothers hadn’t come I-” “Breathe.” She was shaking, his lungs feeling like they’ve been constricted by a snake. Staring a hole into his coffee, he breathed trying to calm herself. “Do you regret it?” It was a simple question, but it still made her pause. “I… I don’t know. Maybe? Maybe not? I just… don’t know.”

Brock took a sip of his coffee. “As far as I see it, you did something good. He was a threat and you got rid of him.” “But-” “You were what? Eighteen when he tried to kill you? You were barely an adult.” He sets his mug down, making direct eye contact. “‘No women, no children. That’s what separates us from the bad guys.’ You’re fine.” Right, the motto he and Hunter live by when it comes to this. Even still, he can’t help but feel the guilt even if the Don was a horrible person.

She heard him sigh. “Alright, normally I wouldn’t tell anyone this, but I might have to.” She could tell he was avoiding eye contact when he started speaking. “Back when I was around your age I went to collage; played football. And one day during practice, I killed someone.” Oh. “He- Tommy- he was deaf and couldn’t hear the ball, it was an accident, but I still caused his death.” He understood why he was telling him this; he had to ask.

“How did you get past it?” “Huh.” “The guilt, how did you get past it?”

He thought for a moment. “Honestly? I didn’t until a couple of years back. The doc had built this… joy can or whatever, basically fulfilled your dreams or desires via simulations. When I got stuck in it the first thing I saw was Tommy… and he forgave me.” His shoulders lowered, like a metaphorical weight was taken off them as some might say. “It wasn’t a magical ‘guilt-be-gone’ or whatever, but it helped.” He looked at her again. “The guilt may never go away for you, or maybe it will. Either way you have to live with it, however you decide to.”

Brock got up, almost sheepishly she realized she had barely touched her own coffee while he had finished his. As he was putting his mug in the sink he said something. “Tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you.” If Donnie was anyone else, he might’ve taken it seriously due to the tone it was said in. Thankfully, he’s had a life full of living with Raph to be able to figure that he wasn’t being serious. So, she in turn responded in jest. “Technically, I fall under the ‘no women’ clause, so you can’t.” A genuine smile appeared on her face while Brock made a sort of annoyed grunt.

Maybe things will be alright.

(After he offers to bring Donnie back to the lair, the topic goes to what happened last night with hell being raised.

Brock mentions the paranormal happenings that have been occurring at night and is clearly bothered by it. So, he offers to visit back at night with her brothers to try and see if any of them can help; not knowing what he’s getting into.)

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Very short fic for my inventory janitor ronin Mikey au. Really this is more just a single scene than anything. You don’t really need to know about everyone that’s in poker night, since the only prominent characters are Brock and Mikey. And also Reginald but he’s only here briefly

“Mister Hamato, are you alright?” His response was inaudible, not just where the table was but likely where Reginald and the turtle stood as well. There was a slight outburst a few moments ago, and it’s not too surprising that Reginald would try to defuse whatever “Hamato” would do.

No one at the table could hear it, but considering the response, it seemed the janitor had said something especially rude. “Mister hamato! What has gotten into you?!”

“Oh, I don’t know. Can the owner also bring my dead brothers back from the dead?”

It was like everyone paused, both those watching and listening along with Reginald and the janitor themselves. The turtle turned around, walking away as fast as he could, trying to get away from what was said. The players at the poker table looked on.

Brock stood up, putting out his cigarette. “…I’ll go check on him, I’m losing anyways.” No one said anything in protest.

It wasn’t exactly easy to track him down, the inventory is essentially built like a maze, but after a while (and asking around a little) he found him. He was in a small dark room (he wondered what the room was used for, it seemed empty now), sitting in the corner with his arms wrapped around his knees.

“…Hey.”

No response.

“Uh… are you alri-” “Sometimes I wonder how he dealt with it.” He paused. “The anger I mean, but then I realize he didn’t. And soon that led to his death.”

Brock didn’t know what to say.

“You’re a lot like him you know; short temper, prone to violence, preferring to use a short range weapon, what have you.” It felt like he was staring into his eyes. “I just hope you don’t make the same mistakes he did, you have people who care a lot about you from what I’ve heard.”

“… I’ll try not to.” He was going to leave when the janitor spoke again. “Don’t. I’d rather someone stay with me, I don’t know what I’ll start seeing without someone nearby.”

He thought for a moment, before closing the door and going to sit by the turtles side.

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Oh darlin' please, I know I'm just a snarlin' beast (And perhaps we've all grown obsolete)

Hey girl. Brock and warriana fic that may or may not be a character study of warriana spanning snippets of time. This ends somewhat abruptly cause I realized I didn’t want to make it any longer than it is

The most important thing to note here is that everyone is a anthropomorphic animal, Brock is a alligator snapper and warriana is a lion (art of their designs here), also the ventures are goats

Also!! The title is taken from the song guys are gross by that handsome devil because I think it’s Brock and warriana core. Listen to it it’s good music

Warriana isn’t quite sure what to make of Brock.

From what little she knows about turtles, they aren’t exactly the parental type, abandoning their young while they're still eggs. But here she is, seeing Brock, a snapping turtle, fuss over one of the Venture boys (Dean she thinks? She doesn’t quite remember). Her tail flicks. Her initial opinion of him was more of a brute than anything, with his tank-like build, sharp scales and claws. Her opinion shifted the night they fought Think Tank together, but here? She doesn’t know anymore.

She knows the sheer strength that he holds, not just with his muscles but also with his claws (as sharp as a bear's from what she’s heard) and bite (anyone who's heard about snapping turtles have heard the stories about them biting fingers off, along with limbs on smaller species). He could tear the goat apart if he wanted to, yet he’s gentle with the Venture boy, carefully checking his fur for any injuries along with making sure his horns aren’t broken (they’re still quite small, she isn’t sure if anything could harm them significantly like that).

The day goes on; she won’t stop thinking about it.

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One day he asks her something she’s heard many times.

“Why do you have a mane? Kinda thought only male lions have those.”

She growled slightly hearing that damn question. She hates being asked it. “If you must know, it’s due to a slight hormonal imbalance that I have. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m a lioness.” She snarled, he looked at her almost blankly. “I uh… wasn’t implying anything by asking that. I also have some weird genetic stuff; ah, which is why I have hair, a decent part of my heritage is mammalian; I was just wondering if you had something similar.” He practically rambled on.

She wasn’t sure how to feel about this response. Usually others ask it and be an asshole insinuating she’s not actually a lioness. Yet here Brock is, defying what she thinks of him once again.

Part of her wants to tear his throat out with her teeth, while another appreciates him understanding her and not being an ass about it.

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She doesn’t exactly know how, but he ended up sleeping partially on top of her, his face in her mane. It would almost be cute if his beak wasn’t so close to her neck.

She’s heard more about him by now, mostly through rumors in Tophet tower. The villains there have a turn of phrase, “death by Samson”. She’s heard it before but didn’t think much of it, why would she care who this Samson is? Suddenly she thinks she does care, now that his beak is so close to her neck and since she learned that he’s an alligator snapping turtle.

It isn’t exactly hard to visualize what would happen if he decided to bite right now; he could crush her thyroid along with piercing her jugular vein using the ends of his beak. He wouldn’t let go, he’s smart enough that he wouldn't, leading to either her dying from her neck being crushed or him tearing out the part of her neck that was bitten. It’s frightening to imagine.

She doesn’t exactly look forward to moving him off of her. Definitely just because of how dangerous he is, not because she likes having him like this.

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“Are you… painting?”

“Huh. Oh, yea, I learned to paint a few years back. I’m not too good at it on account of my lack of actual fingers, but I still paint occasionally.”

She considered this for a few seconds. “…Could you paint me?”

He practically dropped his brush.

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She definitely wasn’t starting to also grow fond of the Venture twins. Definitely not.

She and the rest of the Crusaders Action League were just on a simple patrol until Stars and Garters spotted the Brown Widow with someone. She knew this because she saw on her invisible flying chariot, and she also recognized the person the Brown Widow was with. Letting out a mix of a sigh and a growl, she flew the chariot down to the three.

She didn’t particularly care what nonsense he was saying (something about the Brown Widow liking men? What was his problem); what was certain is that as soon as she was close enough, she whacked him in the back of the head as hard as she could without causing permanent damage.

“Quit it Tosh, he hasn’t even done anything.” She growled out, getting ready to grab him by the scruff and pull him away.

“Hi Warriana.” “…Dean.”

She sighed. “You two should leave the area, you wouldn’t want to have this happen again tonight.” He nodded as she turned around and pulled Stars and Garters away from the pair.

(She heard the Brown Widow whisper, asking how Dean knew her. She didn’t hear the response.)

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She could tell he’s had a lot on his mind lately.

Between something that he doesn’t talk about because “it’s classified” but very clearly caused him discomfort, and Hank going missing, he’s been going to her a lot.

Not even for sex, just to get his mind off of things by talking to her and doing small menial tasks that she didn’t have the time to do herself. She’d appreciate it if he wasn’t very obviously bothered by the things that have happened lately. His problems are now her problems; the phrase “Shared joy is double joy; Shared sorrow is half a sorrow.” comes to mind.

When Hank went missing, she tried to help when possible, but it got harder to justify prioritizing searching for a missing person to her coworkers as time went on and the case got colder. The media moved on as well, pursuing more… fresh and controversial topics to cover. It sickened her in more ways than one.

All she could really do now is be there for Brock when he comes to her apartment.

She raked her claws through his hair as the two of them lay together, careful not to touch his scalp. Even though part of his face was obscured by her mane, she could still see how the stress was getting to him, most prominently with the bags under his eyes; when did he last sleep? She knows that she probably shouldn’t be worrying about him like this, he’s a grown man that could rip someone in half (she wouldn’t be very surprised if he has done exactly that), he doesn’t need anyone looking out for him.

But maybe he should, especially lately with what was basically one of his sons going missing.

She laid her head down next to his, she hoped the Venture kid was found soon, for his sake at least.

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I don’t have a title for this one lawl. Anyways new AiColo fic this time with even more Headcanons thrown in (like many things in general regarding Ecolo, Ai not having fur, mention of ringo n ecolo being adoptive siblings basically, and some other misc stuff). As always this may be ooc but that’s just how it be

Fair warning though: the beginning does have mentions of copious amounts of blood and a character being dead (don’t worry no one’s actually dead here, it’s just a nightmare). It is italicized so you can skip it if needed

Red. That was the first thing Ecolo registered.

And then, they comprehended what the red was.

Blood. Oh, so much blood. They were covered in it; having the overwhelming metallic taste of it on their mouth.

But that wasn’t the only thing that was red, oh no.

It was also Ringo. She was red as well; yet not in the normal way. Sure her hair and parts of her outfit were red, but those weren’t the only things.

There were gashes all over her body as she lay in the pool of blood underneath her, along with a hole in the front of her neck like it was torn out.

And finally, they understood.

They did this to her.

Their friend. Their sister.

Their core started to crackle like electricity, panicked. They didn’t understand, how could this happen.

There was a presence behind them. A powerful one. They slowly looked behind them; their core starting to glow brighter with the building energy.

A dark, shadowy figure loomed over them with glowing red eyes, staring directly at them. They didn’t even need to see the distinguishable horns and wings on the silhouette to know who it was, they could tell from presence alone.

The figure growled, eyes narrowing; raising a clawed hand to attack.

Yet before it landed,

Their eyes snapped open.

Out. They need to get out. They need to get OUT.

Their core burst with the building energy, destroying the space rock they were resting inside (they didn’t particularly care to classify it at the moment, well, it’s more like they couldn’t due to fear) causing it to shatter to many pieces. As they felt the cool non-air of space, their core slowly fizzled to normal size and their heaving slowed as they came back to their senses.

Right. Of course. They were asleep.

They wouldn’t-

Couldn’t-

They clenched their head with their paws, making them notice the claws that had formed due to the new piercing pain from digging their claws into their nonexistent skull. Their hold softened; they couldn’t stay here, and not just for the obvious reason of they blew up the only sleeping spot they had currently. (They needed to distract themselves from that awful, awful nightmare anyways, and what better way than to figure out where to sleep for, well, however long they happen to).

They cou- shouldn’t go to Ringo, they can’t face her until they get over this. They can’t go to Satan, yes he would have somewhere for them to sleep, but if he finds out why? They would be seen as weak, an idiot; he can never see them like this. Similarly, they can’t go to Ex; they’re pretty sure he hates and/or deeply distrusts them anyways. So, they’re out of options.

…Well… except for one.

Ai. They’re basically friends right? They’ve hung out quite frequently after they found out he remembers them. Plus… he's kind enough to let them sleep on his bed right? (Somewhere within them, another reason tries to rear its head out; they pushed that feeling down deep, deep within them once more. Love isn’t a real thing after all).

Their matter scattered into the blobs that surround them, leaving only their core; it’s faster to travel this way. Yes, it technically uses more energy than how they travel most of the time, but it doesn’t matter that much. Where they’re going is safe, plus having less energy might help them fall asleep again.

And so, their core (and their entire being by extension) crackles like electricity, building the energy to quickly travel to the Tetra. And just as fast as the energy built up, they are gone in an instant.

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Tired, that’s what Ai is at the moment. It’s been what can best be described as a long day; making sure everything’s working on the Tetra (including making sure Zed isn’t malfunctioning somehow), fixing anything that needs to be, trying to block out Ess ranting about Tee being boring again (he loves his sister, he really does, but by the stars she can be a bit much sometimes), and of course having to deal with the twins pranking specifically him (sometimes there’s a small part in his mind that tells him to retaliate, to become less bark and more bite. The larger majority of his mind knows that’s not a good idea in the slightest).

His thoughts on the day left when he opened the door to his room and saw a lump covered in blankets on his bed. No… not a lump, he can see the dark blue paws, speckled with a lighter blue holding the blankets in place. It’s Ecolo.

(They’re still awake, they know he’s in the room. They just can’t let him know this, he may tell them to leave.)

He walked up to the bed, now noticing their face isn’t covered like the rest of them; their expression seems more unreadable than usual. He also notices their claws, he didn’t even know they had claws; what would even cause Ecolo to show them?

Before his mind could recognize what he was doing; he moved his hand to cup their face, using his thumb to caress it like one would a cat.

They had leaned into it, making a very faint noise.

(They didn't know what they were doing at this point; why were they enjoying this? What in their mind thought this was a good idea? And yet, despite the thoughts going through their head, they couldn’t help but be calmed by Ai's presence; becoming less tense as he held their head.)

Their claws seemed to become less noticeable, which was good he supposed; considering the possible implications of them.

They seemed less tense and more content in general now, which is good. In fact they seem sort of cute like this.

Wait.

What.

He retracted his hand, moving it and his other one onto his snout as he looks away from Ecolo. Oh dear, he likes them more than he thought doesn't he? He already knew his feelings might’ve not been entirely platonic about them, but this? Well, he might just explode from embarrassment.

He glanced back at them, he still needs to sleep, and he doesn’t want to wake them up.

(They are still awake, he doesn’t know this. He also doesn’t know that when he stopped holding their head, they felt a hint of disappointment. Or was it sadness? They don’t quite care for putting an exact label on their emotions like mortals do.)

He sighs, knowing he’ll have to get this over with eventually. First he removes the white parts of his outfit, folding them up and putting them away once he’s done. Then, he removes his turtleneck sweater, since it isn’t exactly comfortable sleeping in it, he learned that the hard way. He wears a dress shirt under it anyways, since it helps with wearing it throughout the day; if he didn’t it would be sensory hell, as one may say. After folding that and putting it away, he takes off his boots and then puts them near the door where they belong.

He’s aware of how long it takes for him to go to bed, he always has been, but now it seems more prominent than ever.

Finally, he takes off his glasses and puts them in their case, putting it back in the drawer where it belongs. And now he’s back to looking at Ecolo, who is still covered in blankets on his bed. Even after telling himself that he’ll have to do this eventually, he hesitates; it’s still a bit strange in an embarrassing way, he’s going to need to share a bed with someone and that someone is Ecolo.

Trying not to move them around too much just in case it wakes them, he nudges them to the side enough for him to comfortably lay on the bed; while also taking back at least one of the blankets covering Ecolo, he does sort of need them after all, since he doesn’t exactly have fur. He’s also careful to not touch them directly, he isn’t wearing his gloves anymore, so if he tried his hand would pass right through.

And when he finally settled, they inched closer to him and rested their head on his chest.

(It’s mostly instinct, since they are finally falling asleep. Even still, there’s a part of them that knows what’s happening and doesn’t care to stop it.)

Once again, Ai mentally goes through the motions of comprehending what’s happening and how he feels about it; this time he figures he’ll figure it out once he wakes up, it’s too late to be dealing with this.

And so, putting one of his arms around them, he starts to go to sleep.

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Neither of them ever mention it, but that night they both had the best rest either of them had in a long time.

Slowly overtime, it becomes a habit for Ecolo to sleep in Ai's room; neither of them comment on it, since it slowly becomes a normal thing for them. Yet neither of them bring up how they feel, how they really feel, and at that point neither of them want to; since it may ruin what they already have.

Eventually though, someone has to say something; but for now, they can enjoy being as close as they can be.

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Apple pie

Aka the 444 words AiColo fic that’s badly disguised as a character study of Ai (which I also wrote while listening to the song apple pie on repeat, hense the title)

Will this be ooc? Maybe! Will it not be that good? Probably! But I don’t care that much since I like it ^w^

Ecolo helped Ai forget in a way.

He wasn’t forgetting like most people after interacting with Ecolo, not remembering them, he forgot in a different way. As Long as they were around, he would forget about his problems, like they never existed. Of course, he’d remember said problems as soon as they became relevant again, but before that he feels… happier.

It didn’t take much for him to forget either, all Ecolo would need to do is just float near them while he works on something and it works. Strangely their presence calms him, and he doesn’t get why. Logically, a being like them should terrify him, yet they don’t. It confused him and yet, he didn’t care that much about it. There was another thing that confused him though; sometimes it seemed that Ecolo wanted to be in physical contact with him. It was strange; from what he could tell, if Ecolo touches fabric or other cloth material they don’t pass through like they would if it was bare skin. Yet they seemed to hesitate despite everything below his neck being entirely covered, so why were they hesitant? Could they…? Perhaps…?

Sometimes he’d directly ask them, yet every time they’d dodge the question and not answer. For a short period of time after asking, they’d stop trying. Strangely enough this saddened him; he stopped asking after the first few times.

At some point, Ai realized that his feelings for Ecolo may not be entirely platonic. It was a normal day, with Ecolo rambling about something they found neat on earth instead of him going on and on about engineering, as sometimes they’d ask him about something and he’d explain it in detail. While watching them ramble on, something clicked in his head. He couldn’t exactly explain it with words, but something about how he was watching them made him realize it. And, just like all problems he had, he pushed to the back of his mind and forgot quickly; he didn’t want to ruin the moment after all. He only remembered that what happened earlier really happened when he was trying to sleep that night.

He considered confessing eventually, yet found it an unfun idea to say the least. Considering how they acted when being asked about their strange behavior before, he didn’t like thinking about how they’d respond to a love confession. It’s funny in a way, this being the scariest thing regarding them he could think of.

He supposed he could wait for both of them to be comfortable with the prospect of that interaction. They were happy with how they currently are after all, why should he potentially ruin that?

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I don’t actually have a title for this one. It’s just a silly half chatfic where mikey says something ab a Mountain goats lyric and everyone gets slightly concerned

Also usernames: Donnie is BoyGirlAutism, Mikey is SilliestGuy, raph is CrimsonFkr, April is CarrieIRL, and Casey is HockeyPunk

It was late at night when Donatello stopped working on her current project to check the family group chat (well, it’s not just family considering April and Casey’s presence in it). The other ones on at this time were Mikey (who was in turtle's room), April (who she guessed was pulling an all nighter from earlier messages), Casey and Raph (who were both hanging out on the surface). At the moment, it seemed that Mikey and Raph were arguing while Casey popped in occasionally to type something like “lmao” or “lol”, with April seemingly just watching the argument considering her lack of input on the discussion at hand.

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CrimsonFkr> I just don’t get why you put shit like jellybeans and marshmallows on pizza

SilliestGuy> erm. your literally afraid of bugs bozo

HockeyPunk> lol

CrimsonFkr> mikey I hope you die rn

SilliestGuy> </3 hand in unlovable hand I guess

> have fun guessing whos who tho

> (spoiler alert im the one w the unlovable hand lawl)

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And, in just three messages, Mikey caused him to go from smiling at how ridiculous this argument and the rebuttals are to shock at what his sibling just sent. As he tried to process just exactly what they said, everyone else in the chat had just about the same reaction.

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CrimsonFkr> HUH.?

CarrieIRL> MIKEY????

HockeyPunk> DUDE??

SilliestGuy> ?

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She finally managed to get herself to type something.

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BoyGirlAutism> Mikey are you. Alright??

SilliestGuy> do you really need to ask that

BoyGirlAutism> .

> Fair enough I guess??

> That doesn’t mean we won’t talk about this later

SilliestGuy> (;;;*_*)

> (･_├┬┴┬┴

BoyGirlAutism> 🫵 Don’t try to hide you and your emotions from me I know where you sleep

SilliestGuy> YOULL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE!!!!!!

HockeyPunk> bruh are we just gonna brush past the fact mike basically trauma dumped via a mountain goats lyric

CrimsonFkr> i think. now that im past the initial shock of it it seems about right for this family

CarrieIRL> And how do you know what turtle was referencing Jones 🤨

CrimsonFkr> yea case how do you know 🤨📸

SilliestGuy> DITDUEZFUDHEJEHHFHFJF

HockeyPunk> hey now

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And, just like that, the strangely silly mood of the chat came back. As fun as he found the chats antics to be, he couldn’t help but think of what Mikey just admitted. Has… this been how he’s been feeling for this entire time? If not then when did he start feeling like that?

All she knew is that it would be an absolute mess to deal with (especially once Leo catches up on what happened in the chat, only the gods know how that’ll end up). But first, she needed to sleep before she could properly deal with that.

[turtle-clown]

In which Ecolo has feelings

Aka turtle is back on their bullshit: AiColo edition

Heads up, Im not very experienced in writing things for puyo puyo so this is probably off in some way. Also this has a very abrupt ending which is partially on purpose (bc I thought it would be funny)

[Note: this is actually technically pre AiColo, however it’s very much implied there are feelings goin on in here]

Every now and then, Ecolo would wander their way towards somewhere or something that has living beings, this time they came across the SS Tetra. They decided to pay the crew a visit (and maybe torment them a little), so they floated their way towards and into the spaceship. As far as they could see, everyone was doing the same tasks they seemingly do everyday; which is very boring if you ask Ecolo, which is kinda hypocritical since all they do is float around in space. But eventually they started to notice a sound coming from somewhere, somewhere on the ship someone was whimpering like a dog. So, out of curiosity, they followed the noise.

Eventually they found themselves in a room (they guessed that it was a bedroom, though they couldn’t tell due to how it looked), and looking at the source of the sound. In the corner, the engineer of the spaceship, Ai, was curled up in a ball whimpering. Normally, they wouldn't have cared that much, yet… there was something in the back of their mind telling them to help him. The only problem was that they had no idea how to comfort someone (they had a hard time dealing with emotions, both theirs and other peoples), and yet they wanted to try.

“Um, hello?” Amazing start Ecolo, ten out of ten. Almost immediately, Ai managed to back himself further into the corner (if that’s even possible) and started barking at them (it’s more of a yip really, they just don’t know what word to use). While thinking of what to do, they recalled something they heard about what to do when Ai is in this state. ‘The best way to calm Ai down is to battle him, that always brings him back to his senses.’ That didn’t exactly make sense to them, besides it doesn’t seem… right to battle him in this state. Lowering themselves to get more on his eye level they reach their hand out. “Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you alright? You're okay.” He still seemed unsure however; eventually they realized it probably had something to do with the fact that they’re not exactly tangible. Realizing this, they changed form, becoming more humanoid. Which seemed to work since he looked less afraid, so they got closer, ending up sitting next to him.

Being closer meant that they could see more of what Ai was like in this state (for example he was crying at the moment), although there is something unexpected from being this close. He started to latch onto their arm, like he was hugging it. It was at this point they started to try and process what they were feeling; previously they had never really had this specific emotion before, it was similar to when they were around Ringo but… different. (In the back of their mind, they thought for a second that this is what amitie was talking about that one time, but they quickly killed that train of thought. Love was meaningless to them, it’s just some word humans use for things they like). Ecolo was snapped back to reality as Ai did that whining noise again, and despite their mind yelling at them about this, they pulled him closer into their arms.

Eventually the noises stopped, which was good, they assumed. Although they were more surprised by Ai talking. “I… apologize for having you assist me through this.” This was the first time he ever talked to them; they didn’t really know what to say, so they continued to sit in silence. After a long beat of silence Ai said something again, this time it was a bit more… concerning to them. “How did you change form? I don’t recall you doing something like this last time I saw you.” How does he remember that? He shouldn’t remember that. Even if he remembered after the two worlds were separated again, their existence hasn’t been remembered by anyone other than Ringo. “You… remember me?” “Of course I do, you would be very hard to forget.” He chuckled at that a little, they didn’t find it as funny.

Much later they got up from the floor (mostly because Ai said he should probably check on things, Ecolo because they didn’t really want to be there anymore), once again Ai talked. “It was nice seeing someone from the puyo world again, even under the circumstances.” He smiled at them, they got that feeling again. “Uh… Same.” After giving the (honestly very lackluster) response, they promptly turned into their usual form and floated through the wall, out of the ship.

Back in the vacuum of space they attempted to clear their head, yet they couldn’t stop thinking about the SS Tetras engineer. No matter how hard they tried, he wouldn’t leave their thoughts. Later on Ecolo would return to the SS Tetra to give Ai a note. The note said ‘get out of my universe’.

[turtle-clown]

Nonexistent Meet-Cute

Hi gamers I’m back w another mikey fic that may or may not be out of character lawl. It’s based on and named after the song Nonexistent Meet-Cute bc I think it’s very mikey Core in its themes n stuff

Btw before you read some things to note: I use they/them for Mikey throughout this entire thing (bc slight projection. They’re also heavily implied to be afab in this), this is also spurred by me not liking renet n Mikey paired together (read ab it here), technically there’s art for this (here, I think it has some context for some things), there will be a line or two before the text bc for whatever reason sometimes when text is under the cut it replaces one of the first two paragraphs w the other (fix your site tumblr)

[i don’t think this should be said but don’t Tag as ship for Mikey n renet. It kinda misses the purpose of the fic]

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It should be easy, all Mikey needed to do was to tell her that they were starting to get uncomfortable with how close she was to them. They just… couldn’t put it into words that easily. Their thoughts were more like a mixture of ideas blended together into one, so it was hard for them to articulate their thoughts without sounding incoherent. They wouldn’t recognize it yet, but while they were anxiously thinking on how to say what they want. Their hands went from lightly rubbing their forearms, to picking at their arm wraps, to scratching harder and harder until- slice. Finally noticing what their hands were doing they looked where the damage was, which was in the gap between the wraps on their forearms and their elbow. Looks like they would need to ask Donnie for some bandages, he did warn them that if unkempt their claws could cause harm whether intentionally or not.

Walking to the lab they hadn’t seen or heard Leo or Raph, they should probably ask Donnie about that after they cover up the wound they created. They knocked, making sure he knows they’re coming in before they do; it was a system made so that in case of an accidental explosion, it happens while the doors are closed and not open. Luckily no ‘boom’ happens so they open the doors and come in, seeing Donnie at his computer. “Hey bro, where are the medical supplies? I kinda… clawed my arms too hard.” He looks up from what he’s doing and upon noticing the cut he pulls a face. “Yeesh, that looks bad.” He gets up, showing Mikey where the supplies are. “Are you sure you want your claws that long? If they’re strong enough to pierce your skin you should probably shorten them.” Grabbing what they need, they respond. “Nah it’s fine, I can probably just make it so that they’re not as pointy.” Unlike their brothers, they actually quite like how the claws look when they’re noticeable.

Speaking of their brothers- “Do you know where Leo and Raph are? I didn’t see them before I came in here.” Donnie’s expression turned to a more mad one. “They went out on patrol, they said it was a ‘A-Team only patrol’.” Oh. Of course. That stupid A-Team B-Team thing. They groaned. “I can’t believe they’re still doing this.” Yet some part of them can, they’ve always been picked on by their brothers, starting way back when they were named Venus. Their brothers never took them seriously, and Splinter barely talked directly to them outside of the dojo. If only they could just- “Uh, Mikey.” “Y-yea?” “You're digging your claws into your arm.” They looked and wouldn’t you know it, they were. “Oh.” They loosened their grip and as they did their arm started bleeding. “Uhh…” Donnie sighed. “Don’t worry I’ll help you with that one.” “Thanks dee.”

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They remember what it was like to meet Renet for the first time, they had thought she was so beautiful. They hadn’t thought about the implications of her being from the future yet, they were too focused on her. In a way, they could understand how Donnie felt when he met April, completely blinded by love. And yet, as time passed they had slowly started to piece things together about what she had told them. If them and their brothers would be legends, then how old were they in those legends? Were they teenagers or were they adults? All four of them are getting closer to being adults, and yet they don’t think they’ve done anything that would make them legends to be told many many years in the future. If they were adults in the story’s Renet has been told and she’s a teenager, then why was she okay with them being into her. ‘I haven’t even been born yet.’ Why would she say that so casually to someone. It's just… starting to make them think that maybe it’s not a good idea after all.

And so, here they are with Renet on a rooftop, about to tell her what they think. “Renet, I don’t want this anymore.” Wow off to a great start huh doctor Word-enstien. Whatever smile she had faltered. “What do you mean?” “I mean that I don’t think I love you anymore.” They could hear her talking, trying to salvage what was never supposed to happen, but they didn’t care. All of their thoughts were piling up, everything started becoming louder, and their head started hurting more and more until- “Shut the fuck up!” They snarled, baring their teeth. “Don’t you understand? It would’ve never fucking worked in the end!” They were getting closer, some part of them understood what they were about to do, but that wasn’t important. “So why don’t you fuck off!” And so, they sliced.

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Back in their room they had time to think about it. They didn’t mean it in a way, yet they did. It’s hard to sort out their thoughts and emotions on things, so it’s possible that some of that anger was because of their brothers. It’s just… difficult to deal with your brothers making you feel worse than them and excluding you. And yet they must hide this, everyone probably thinks they’re always happy and ready to make a joke, and if they’re not that then who are they to other people? They’re not sure. They almost forget about Renet focusing on who they might be. Almost. Something in them wonders if what happened on the rooftop really did. They will never know unless she comes back again huh. It’s better that way they suppose, they don’t really want to think about her anymore anyways.

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Hiii besties <3 new fic very soon. I just wanna post it when it’s not dark out here lawl

[turtle-clown]

Cryptid of the Highlands

Something for my version of the wingmas aus that have been popping up. Don’t really like how short this is! Wanted to add more to it but my brain won’t let me </3

Since he was found he had the feeling he didn’t belong. Not here at least. Everyone kept staring at him back at the pearl clan (he couldn’t keep his wings hidden, they were too big and it felt uncomfortable to force them into hiding), so he was glad that when Lady Sneasler chose him to be her warden he was allowed to move to the highlands. The open skies and high altitudes called to him in a way he couldn’t understand, especially when Lady Sneasler showed him her den. When he was in the cave-turned den he felt… safe he supposed, he liked the darkness and how it tunneled towards Lady Sneaslers den. His tent was very close to the entrance because of that.

He had yet to see the other warden of the highlands, he hadn’t heard much but what he had was… not exactly pleasant, however he wanted to make opinions from experience so he wouldn’t let what the other clan members say persuade him. It was dark out so he didn’t exactly expect to see him, however he did notice a lack of light coming from wayward cave. Did the torches he set up go out somehow? He wanted to investigate so he glided down to the entrance (he wasn’t exactly able to fly, something in him says he never was). Walking in he saw that the torches were gone, something must have happened to them so he continued forward.

He was quite glad his vision was better in the dark, otherwise he might’ve disturbed the alpha crobat that otherwise would have harmed him (while he may be able to see in here he has a feeling others may not, which is why he added the torches). Walking through the tunnels (being mindful of the inhabitants), he started hearing a voice, so he walked towards it. Then he saw them, it was someone in what he guessed was the diamond clan uniform with their back to him talking to a skuntank, what he also noticed were the extinguished torches in their hands. “Pardon me.” He said, announcing his presence to the person. “It appears you have extinguished the torches, I would like to know why as I have put them up to assist those who may go through here.” The person turned around, with a confused expression turning into that of what could be discribed as terror (he did not understand why, there was nothing to be afraid of after all). Quickly after the person ran off, dropping the extinguished torches as they did.

“Hm, odd.” He said, before picking up the torches to relight them and place them back where they belong.

(Eventually he would tell Irida about the encounter, only to be told that his appearance was much more terrifying than he had guessed and that he had actually met the other warden of the highlands.)

(Meanwhile Melli would have been trying to convince Adaman that there was a vengeful spirit with giant wings akin to that of a golbat haunting the highlands.)

[turtle-clown]

When three becomes two

A small fic with my submas sibling oc saka!! Come closer I Promise I won’t hurt you :)

It was something that Saka had practiced for a long time, in fact they could argue that they have been doing it since they first met the subway bosses way before any of them were in the public eye. Yet sometimes without anyone who could tell they weren’t one of their brothers before they revealed themselves in a while it all felt stale, and that’s where their brother's closest friend (and possible adoptive sister) comes in. Elesa, just like with their brothers, was like a sister to them, so they knew that the three of them could rope her into this. “So, I just sit here and see if I can tell who’s Saka?” She asked, all four of them were in the office for both Ingo and Emmet. “Essentially, there’s a bit more to it than that.” They had replied, excited to see how well she could tell who’s who. It was simple; when Elesa was told to close her eyes Saka would take the form of one of the brothers, then after spinning around a bit to mix up where they stood she would open her eyes and try to guess which of one the doubles was saka. This time when she closed her eyes Saka took the form of Emmet; he tended to be slightly easier to pretend to be than Ingo. They spun around and… “You can open your eyes now!” Perfect. They were on Emmets right, mirroring the pose he was in. “I am Emmet!” “I am also Emmet!” They both pointed forward with one hand and with the other pointed down. “Which one of us is the real Emmet!” They had said in unison; it was a practiced routine whenever they did this of course.

Elesa was deep in thought, she was closely examining every feature to try and find a single flaw. After a while she had found something and pointed to one of them. “You’re Saka aren’t you?” The emmet she had pointed at tipped the brim of their hat down to cover their eyes and… giggled, tipping the hat back up revealing their red eye markings and eyebrows; eyes closed and grinning in a way that showed their sharp teeth. Saka had turned back to their human disguise, still smiling yet in the way a meowth would. “Bravo Elesa! How did you know it was Saka?” Ingo had congratulated her, a bit louder than he should’ve but that’s to be expected with him. She pointed back at Saka, but this time specifically pointing at their eyes. “They had more blue eyes compared to you guys' red ones, also their pupils were more white than emmets.” They had absorbed this information, anything to help them improve their illusions is good after all.

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It had been weeks since they last saw Ingo, the real Ingo they mean; they have seen him plenty whenever looking in the reflection whenever they’re not home (it feels like whenever they’re out they’re pretending). They didn’t want to keep lying to everyone, but Emmet thought otherwise; he wanted to hide the fact that anything was wrong. No one was notified when ingo disappeared, only Emmet and Saka knew. It was killing them inside. This was too much for either of them to figure out on their own but he hadn’t realized that. funny how they’re younger yet they could be considered more responsible than him; except they weren’t, they had played along like some tool and they have had enough. No one could tell anything was amiss and they were sick of it.

They were alone when Elesa came by the office (the office that had once belonged to their brother). They didn’t know what to expect and yet. “I know it’s you Saka.” They didn’t know how much was metaphorically lifted off their shoulders, but her words were enough to make them drop their disguise entirely; running and jumping into her arms so that they could finally be a Zorua once again.

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A two in one deal

Something for my tmnt/pla au once again (this takes place before memories in black and white if your wondering)

[The doc title was "A two in one deal: new son and getting a chance to be unhinged" btw :) ]

After the events of the red sky, Michelangelo grew slightly distant. He understood in a way, both were outsiders in the perspective of the residents of Hisui and commander Kamando certainly didn’t help with what he did. One day he was able to talk to Michelangelo, however he did not expect them to say what they did. “I’m going to fight Arceus.” Very blunt and straight to the point, kind of like… he was getting off track. “Wh- how, might I ask?” They pulled out their Arc-Phone from their satchel to show him something. A message, ‘Seek out all Pokémon’. “Before I woke up on Prelude Beach, a voice claiming to be Arceus said ‘Seek out all Pokémon, and thou shalt find me once more.’ I have a feeling that when I arrive I will be challenged to a battle.” They put their Arc-Phone away. “That’s why I’ve been busy catching Pokémon, to reach Arceus.” He wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so many questions were racing in his mind. However he settled on a simple one. “Why are you telling me this?” They looked back at him looking slightly unsure themselves. “Well, at first I think I wanted to tell you so that you could help me around the Highlands, but to be honest I’m not entirely sure anymore. I guess I want you nearby just in case something bad happens.” Neither of them seemed alright with that answer, and yet he agreed. So now they were both headed to the summit camp.

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It had been a long while since Michelangelo went to the temple, he had decided to stay at the summit camp (this was not his train to ride after all). However when they returned he didn't exactly notice what was wrong at first. “Ah, Michelangelo! Your ba-” “Ingo.” A trembling voice cut him off, they were removing their mask when he finally noticed what had happened to them. “I remember everything now.” With their mask removed he could now make an assessment of what they are, if that was even possible for him. They were covered in green scales, with darker ones where their freckles once were. They now had a face similar to that of a Turtwig but wrong; they didn’t have a beak like a Turtwig did, only a mouth with very sharp canines. They were no longer human, but were they even human to begin with, he wonders. Yet despite all of this they were still Michelangelo, even if they weren’t those light blue eyes with tears flowing out would make him care for them either way.

He couldn’t stop himself from launching himself at Michelangelo, embracing them in a hug in an attempt to comfort them. Neither of them needed to say anything, the message was clear. They would talk about this later.

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Neither of them knew how Jubilife would react to one of their top Survey Corps members' new form; Michael was very adamant that the people of Jubilife would exile him once again, however he was hopeful. Michael hid themself in his coat, wearing their mask once again; waiting until they got into the Galaxy Hall to reveal themselves. “Oh! Warden Ingo and Michael, your back!” The Professor ran up to the both of them; Michael burying themselves deeper in Ingos coat. “So, what did you find in the Coronet Highlands?” They couldn’t bring themselves to speak. “Actually, we’d like to have this discussion in the Galaxy Hall if that’s alright. It’s very important that this doesn’t happen outside.” He spoke for them, he knew that they didn’t operate too well under stress out in the open. Professor Laventon seemed to understand, leading them to his research lab.

Michael explained what happened, showing the pokeball they have Arceus in and the new Plate they got (guess they weren't kidding when they said they were going to fight Arceus). “Wow, this is- I’m not even sure how to put it into words but this is great! Although I have to ask, why are you hiding in warden Ingos coat?” Ah, they both knew that the metaphorical Bouffalant in the room had to be addressed sooner or later (what was a Bouffalant?). “Well, I guess there’s no use in hiding it.” They pulled themselves out of Ingos coat, taking their mask off as well, to reveal themselves. However they didn’t even get a second to explain themselves before a voice neither wanted to hear boomed out behind them. “I knew we shouldn’t have trusted you.” Kamando. he could see their pupils shrink in fear as they turned around to face him. “Wh- hey commander, please just let me-” “Silence!” They were cut off. As Commander Kamando went on he noticed something, Michael was shrinking into themself and visibly shaking. Something about it was familiar, it was almost like… oh hell no. “That's enough Commander!” He yelled loudly (he hasn’t been that loud since… he didn’t know when), putting himself between Michael and the commander. “Of course you’d protect that… thing.” He hissed; it was at this point the warden had enough, not even bothering with what the Commander had to say next as he walked up and punched him right in the face. He wasn’t really an angry person, he never necessarily needed to be one, however he could make an exception just this once. He barely even registered the blood on his knuckles until he saw blood come out of the Commander's broken nose (did he really hit him that hard? He didn’t know he was that strong).

Some parts after that were a bit of a blur; maybe the events couldn’t be processed in his mind properly due to the overwhelming need to protect Michael. However what he knew for sure was that Capt- Commander Cyllene told Kamando that he was no longer welcome as a leader and was temporarily exiled until he showed remorse for his actions. Currently he didn’t really want to think about the ex-commander right now; he was in Michael's place of residence to keep an eye on them (something about the order Commander Cyllene gave him makes him think she’s worried about them). He was making food for the both of them, however he couldn’t stop but look at Michael. They were sitting on their futon, hugging their legs close to their chest; their Samurott, Nexter, was curled around them in a protective manner (he wondered if their Pokémon heard what happened and that’s why Nexter was like that). Eventually he had to say something (he never liked silence that often, he wondered if they felt the same). “Michelangelo I… apologize for what happened earlier, I should’ve listened to you and I shouldn’t have let my train derail when Kamando started yelling at you.” They turned to look at him and sighed. “It’s alright, I’m kinda used to that at this point. Also you don’t have to apologize for punching him, he deserved it and it was really nice seeing you stand up for me; that doesn’t happen often from what I remember.” Once again, he had froze up from the implications of something about Michael. He was worried about them; what life did they have before they landed here in Hisui? “Do you… want to talk about it?” They looked at Nexter, petting the Samurott. “Not really, maybe someday when I’m ready.” They had this sorrowful expression while talking, like they were reminiscing on their past. “I understand. Also food is ready.” “Oh Sick.”

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It was starting to get dark out, he should probably get back to the highlands (Lady Sneasler would scold him for being out late if she was able to speak). “It seems it’s about time for me to depart.” He stood up. “Make sure to sleep, your engine can’t run as well without rest.” Michael had this sort of nervous smile; he knew they tended to not get enough sleep. “Alright I’ll try, see ya dad.” Both of them froze. “Did you just-” “No!” They got up, starting to push him out the door. “SeeYouTomorrowGoodNight!” They sped through their words as they shoved him out the door and closed it as fast as possible. Now he stood outside in front of the door, still processing what happened. Despite the events of the day, there was still something to be happy about, he supposed.

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Emmet accidentally links his and Ingos minds: the fic

Something for my beta arceus emmet au (ooooOOOhhhhHHHH you wanna check the tag out so you can see my art oooOOOOhhhhHHH)

He had found his brother. It took the help of Arceus' children but he had found his brother. However, something was wrong. Ingo didn't remember him. Turns out falling through space and time and subsequently hitting your head on a rock hard isn't a good thing. Well, Ingo did apparently remember small parts about him (that they looked the same and his scripting for example), but it wasn’t enough. He supposed the reason Ingo didn’t recognize him was because he might have killed and dethroned Arceus, basically turning him into a god. Although he supposed that was a good thing in this context, maybe he had the abilities to recover his brother's memories. Looks like he needs to talk to Rei.

Rei knew a lot about what arceus was capable of. It helped so verrry much. Turns out after beating Arceus they returned Rei’s memories. It was different then what happened to his brother, but he guessed a similar principle applied. The problem was he didn’t know how to use the powers he now gained. The only reason he figured out how to get here was because of those who were once Arceus’ children. He’d need a bit more help than before.

Turns out those strange plates work on him. Verrry weird feeling. At least he has a small idea on what to do now. Using the mind plate he could most likely try to recover his brother's memories more easily. However he couldn’t be sure until he tried (he didn’t want to think about the possibility it wouldn’t work, he couldn’t).

“You want to do what?!” He was mostly confused, however he rationalized that anyone would be if a god who claimed to be your brother said he can recover your lost memories. “I am Emmet. I know this sounds verrry strange. But I think it is possible.” Emmet was currently holding the mind plate; he wasn’t sure why he was (last he checked Rei had it in his possession), although he could guess. “Are you sure this will work? Have you performed safety checks?” The pseudo-pupils on his eyes narrowed slightly. “I am Emmet. I know what I’m doing.” He wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince, however he knew that Emmet wouldn’t back down (how did he know that?) so he complied. “Alright, I just hope whatever you're doing works.” Despite his mouth only really being visible when talking, he could tell Emmet's smile widened. It was at that moment that he seemed to do something with the plate, turning the ends of his fur(?) into a sort of pinkish color. All he really remembered after that was Emmet putting his hands on his head.

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This was a verrry strange place.

Everything is so… vague.

Maybe if he…

No that didn’t work much. He’d need to try harder.

He wonders…

That seemed to do something.

Just a little more and he would be done. He hoped.

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When he regained consciousness he heard Emmet talking, however it sounded sort of like an echo (strange, they aren’t in a place that can reverberate sound). ‘This is verrry much not good. I should’ve performed more safety checks. What if he’s gone for good now. What if-’ he doesn’t usually talk this much at once, only really before or after battle (even then it was a script he made for himself). He had mostly been able to drown out his brother talking when he opened his eyes, that’s when he noticed something (or two things more accurately). One, Emmet's mouth wasn’t visible (concerning), and two, he was no longer using the mind plate (far more concerning). At this point Emmet realized he was awake. “Ingo! You're awake! I thought I had lost you more than before! Do you have your memories back?” Ah right, the reason why the both of them went down this track. “Yes, you have done an exceptional job at bringing my mind back on track. Bravo! However, I believe there is now an unexpected side effect of you trying to bring my memories back to the station.” Once again the pseudo-pupils narrowed, a bit more this time. “W-what do you mean?” He saw Emmet's mouth disappear, yet he still heard him talking. ‘Oh no what did I do. This is verrry bad. I definitely should’ve done more safety checks.-’ Before his brother could continue, he interrupted. “That. I can hear you talk, however I assume you are not verbally saying anything, considering that your mouth isn’t visible.” That seemed to stop his train of thought (Elesa would’ve thought that was funny), because all that was left was one simple statement. ‘oh.’

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Memories of black and white

Something for my tmnt/pla au where Mikey is the protag of pla, this takes place sometime after the dex is completed

He had his memories, after the fight against Arceus he was turned back to what he was and subsequently remembered everything. Which was alright, he went with, despite not being able to really get back home he was alright. However something bothered him, or more accurately has bothered him since he needed to go to the Coronet Highlands, Ingo. If he is allowed to be able to remember then why can’t Ingo? It was frustrating, so he set out to try and help.

Usually they’d spend their time out in the wilderness, trying to find something interesting, not this time. They were staying in the village as much as possible today, as much as they didn’t like it they needed to be able to draw him to the best of their abilities, so they stayed near the training grounds. Their plan wasn’t exactly perfect but they never really were the best at planning anyways (that was mainly Leo’s job. Man they missed their brothers). It was simple, draw Ingo as closely as possible, then ask the differences between him and the man in white so that they can try and draw him. They always worked best with visuals, and knowing how similar Ingo was to them they hoped the same was true for him.

Eventually he had to approach him. He wasn’t exactly good at starting a conversation, although he had to in order for the plan to proceed. “Are you alright Michelangelo?” Ah, in his thoughts he wasn’t able to sense the man in question approaching him (something in him knew Master Splinter would not be happy if he were still alive, a ninja always has to stay alert or something like that). “Oh, no I’m actually fine at the moment. In fact I actually wanted to talk to you about the man in white you remember.” Ingo froze a bit, he seemed to stand a bit taller at the mention of the man in white. “Oh? What is it?” Something in his voice seemed to convey curiosity, although his face stayed relatively the same. “So I was thinking, if you remember him to look like you then you must know the difference between the two of you right?” He moved the paper he was drawing on to give Ingo a better look. “So I decided to draw you as a reference point, then you can tell me what exactly you remember the differences to be then I can draw what the man in white supposedly looks like! Not the best plan but it could work!” He stopped at that, waiting for a response from the older male. It was extremely hard to tell what he was thinking (he never was good at telling what people were feeling from their face alone, this probably wasn’t helped by the fact the warden barely emotes). After a bit, he responded “Bravo! Thank you for wanting to help me recall what I have forgotten! Your drawing is also quite nice, you're very talented.” Oh yea, he’d almost forgotten how kind the warden was behind that almost constant frown (he definitely didn’t expect that compliment however, people don’t compliment his work often, especially before being dropped in this world). Seems this plan could work after all.

They both were now sitting outside the wallflower, Ingo telling Mikey what the differences between him and the man in white were to the best of his ability. And once he was done, they started drawing on the other side of the paper a flipped version of the man he had drawn before but with the differences listed (smile instead of a frown, no goatee, clothes in perfect condition, etc). Once they were done they leaned back up (their back hurt a bit, if memory serves donnie did tell them that if they leaned forward while drawing too much it could lead to issues later in life once) and turned the paper around so that Ingo could see. “So, what do you think? Is this what he looks like?” The warden picked up the paper, he seemed to have a haunted look in his eyes (maybe they miscalculated a bit, they hadn’t really seen what happens when he remembers something).

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"Follow the rules. Safe driving! Follow the schedule. Everybody smile! Check safety. Everything's ready! Aim for victory! All aboard!"

That voice…

"I am E—e-. We won, but I am not really satisfied. I can tell that you won't give up. Because you will be much, much stronger. That's why we are waiting for you to come back!"

Please… let me remember…

"I am ——t. I am a S-bw-y B-ss. I like winning more than anything else.”

Name… what is his name…

“I am E—--.”

“I am E-m—.”

“I am E-me-.”

“I am Emmet.”

Emmet. I remember now.

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“Ingo! Are you alright?! You stopped responding there for a bit.” Ok he definitely didn’t expect that to happen, on the list of things expected to happen was for him to suddenly stop responding to all input and start crying was not on there. “His name. I remember his name now.” Oh! That was something new. “Really? What is it?” He was really curious, he also wanted to start calling the man in white by his real name but that was more of a secondary thing. “Emmet. His name is Emmet.”