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marinerendevouz · 2 years

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enemies to lovers with knights

ft. izumi sena, leo tsukinaga, ritsu sakuma, tsukasa suou, arashi narukami

izumi sena

• you were probably a fellow model in the industry, so izumi, by default, saw you as competition (you must be eliminated)

• he and his beloved yuu-kun are actually the only models ever - izumi sena

• was probably (definitely) intimidated by your beauty, and didn’t want to admit every time he saw you pop up im a magazine that he felt a strange tinge in his chest

• he brushed it off as frustration

• Izumi Sena Ultimate Tsundere 2022

• was asked about you in an interview once and could NOT stop going off about you. his fans were immediately hooked on your relationship (?) now. What relationship ????

• both of your producers definitely caught on to this and scheduled for you two to do a photoshoot together

• izumi was PANICKED and had no idea why. HE’S SO DUMB i hate him

• glared at you the entire shoot. you probably just looked like this (¬_¬")

• it would take him literal MONTHS to even come to terms with him maybe, sort of, definitely, finding you attractive

• knights would be sick and tired of his bs at that point, he would not stop talking about you

• “yeah, and they’re freakishly pretty and naturally photogenic it’s sooooo~ annoying!”

• “IZUMI YOU DUMB BITCH” - naru after She Snaps

• naru would definitely try and befriend you after izumi will not take a mf hint😭 she gives you tips on modelling that eventually go from ‘haha yeah this foundation is the best’ to ‘please go out with izumi sena i cannot handle him anymore’

• you would honestly just find the entire ordeal amusing tbh

• it is very obvious that he is. emotionally constipated. (UNDERSTATEMENT) so you would have to take action first

• it would be fun to tease him at first tho!! give him smug smiles and challenging looks

• he would get outrageously mad omfg HIS FACE WOULD LITERALLY BE SO RED

• izumi sena wins best tomato award for midori’s grocery shop real !

• midori has contacted me and he does not want to be involved i take it back guys

• once you do finally decide to take action, izumi would be so surprised even tho?? he has been the one pining after you for so long??

• “izumi sena i think you are an extremely beautiful and caring person pls go on a date with me”

• “WHAT”

• couple photoshoots become a regular awwww

• naru is so proud (she’s making a wedding photo book already) (ritsu has not known of your existence until this moment)

leo tsukinaga

• okay, consider: being izumi’s younger sibling

• you get jealous over izumi and leo being so close… izumi is YOUR older brother grrrr growl eyes turn red you go alpha mode

• especially since leo made him so worried in the past, he took away your brother from you (╥﹏╥)

• LEO WOULD NOT TAKE A HINT. he thinks that you two are super close great friends and you should get matching friendship bracelets

• “listen here you little shit, STAY AWAY FROM IZU-CHAN”

• his ass is Not listening 😭😭

• he drags you out on little adventures whenever izumi is busy, you are ready to BITE this bitch

• you probably do. leo would not even react

• ???

• much like your older brother, you would eventually pick up the habit of taking care of leo subconsciously

• you bring extra cleaning supplies for when he decides to vandalise public property, and always make sure he is taking care of himself

• he really likes it when you brush his hair for him! turns into a little kitty cat

• he is The el gato…

• you say it’s just to make sure he isn’t bothering izumi too much, but it does start to feel different as time goes on

• maybe you do actually want to take care of him because you GENUINELY want him to be safe and happy

• idk bro sounds kinda unbelievable…

• being emotionally constipated runs in the family i think

• leo is not at all uncomfortable with giving profound love confessions, he does it often, so why does it feel so strange to hear him say it to people other than you?

• it’s not like you want to be the only person he loves, right?

• OH SHIT

• if you ever decide to confide in your brother for this OH DEAR LORD

• gives you the biggest lecture of your life, but cannot hide the fondness in his eyes while doing so

• secretly the biggest support of you and leo

• IZUMI BEST OLDER BROTHER EVER !!

• makoto disagrees (Be quiet makoto) (this is Not about you)

• “:(“ - makoto

• when you do confess to leo, he just laughs

• you know that wahahaha type shit

• was probably convinced that you have been dating for the past 6 months

• cue you hitting him over the head and yelling at him for making such Bold accusations

• at least you get kisses at the end of it

• congrats you now basically just adopted a child ! or a cat ! maybe both.

ritsu sakuma

• you, mao and ritsu are all childhood friends

• the cutest trio ever fr

• everyone presumes the three of you get along swimmingly

• well… sort of

• you and ritsu are EXTREMELY competitive for mao’s affections

• mao is just like so ❤️❤️❤️ it’s understandable you both want him all to yourself

• you won’t him

• anyway

�� everytime ritsu clung to mao’s arm, he’d peek around to give you a cheeky look and stick his tongue out at you

• at the ripe age of 6 you were already flipping him off

• as you grew older, you lecture ritsu about giving mao more of a workload with his laziness, but he wouldn’t listen at all

• his ass is Not listening pt. 2

• funnily, however, you get along greatly with his older brother

• you gladly look at embarrassing photos of ritsu (which you were there to witness) to which ritsu contemplates MURDER

• eyeing his gun rn

• you and rei are just giggling to yourselves like school girls and ritsu wants to curl into a ball and die

• ‘then perish’ - you

• mao would bring up one day that you seem much more empty whenever ritsu isn’t around

• AS IF ?????

• well, it does feel lonely…

• even with mao around, it just isn’t the same without… he who must not be named

• “oh so you have pet names for each other now awww” “MAO SHUT UP”

• you eventually become the one to kick him in his side whenever he is sleeping in obscene locations and he just like. gives you such an evil look every damn time

• but is secretly disappointed whenever it isn’t you waking him up…

• is 10x more annoyed with whoever it is

• naru cries to you about how he called her a dumb ugly ass bitch when she interrupted his nap

• BUT ALSO HOW HE SAID YOUR NAME IMMEDIATELY WHEN HE WOKE UP ???

• your face goes red at this comment which naru teases you about

• being childhood friends, you actually trust him and lot and vice versa

• gossiping with him is otherworldly he would trash talk ANYONE

• confessing wouldn’t even be that challenging tbh, it would be chill

• “so we are both in agreement never to tell maa-kun about this” “oh absolutely”

• mao knew from the beginning this would happen btw

• he has a letter he wrote at 5 about how he wants to attend your future wedding

• “ritsu plees let mi b yor best man frum mao”

• now you and ritsu compete for each other’s affections !!

• in a weird way??? you’ll be like “ooh you wanna kiss me so bad”

• it all comes full circle

• mao brings everyone together

• i love mao sorry

• LOVE RITSU MORE THO #livelaughritsu

tsukasa suou

• you guys have rich people beef. sorry i don’t make the rules (i do) but your families are extremely competitive against each other

• your earliest memories of tsukasa were seeing him cling to his mother’s arm as a little toddler, his oversized bow tie askew and eyes wide with wonder

• and it made you feel so much rage

• he knows Nothing of the highs and lows of the economy

• disclaimer: you are not a capitalist

• even as a 5 year old, you knew he was a little bitch

• specifically that he was a bitch. your first words were probably stocks. your first sentence was i’m on the grind

• anyways, you disliked how he was born with a silver spoon between his lips

• your family had to WORK to get to the standing they are at. tsukasa was just born into riches and fame which ticked you off

• tsukasa saw you as competition too, and your frustration towards him only fuelled the mutual hatred

• RICH PEOPLE BEEF !!

• on the other hand, you and tori…

• BFFS FOR LIFE !! TSUKASA HATE CLUB FR !!

• tsukasa was always a tiny, little, tad bit jealous that you and tori were so close

• he wanted to have rich people tea parties with you two… :’(

• once tsukasa became the official king of knights, you envied him so much omg

• he’s the future head of the suou household AND a highly established idol??

• why does he get everything…

• to investigate this, you attended one of knights’ concerts. your curiosity got the best of you

• once the stage lit up and they started performing you were blown tf away

• bro is magnificent 💀

• you couldn’t take your eyes off of the stage, their choreography kept you eagerly awaiting for the next song

• afterwards you, as professionally as possible, let tsukasa know your thoughts on his performance

• “you performed well. i was thoroughly entertained. it was adequate. well done.”

• tsukasa feels. very strange at your words

• naru elbows him in the side and makes suggestive kissy noises

• tsukasa feels Very strange now

• from that day forward, you try to be civil when conversing with tsukasa

• he is always searching for your praise and congratulations. it always feels so much warmer when you say nice things to him !!

• oh yeah. you also become a knights superfan. you have (almost!) all of their merch and stream their songs 24/7

• yes even voice of sword. knights in the studio be like this sounds boring as fuck drop it (i love them i swear)

• tsukasa notices you have a knights tote bag one day and questions you on it. your entire face goes red and you make up some fake reason to excuse yourself

• tsukasa is just ???

• as embarrassing as it is, tsukasa does become your bias…

• his charming stage personality and sweet voice got you hooked

• the day he invites you out on a Date(?) of some kind, you are over the moon

• your own pride would never have let you ask him out of your own volition, so him asking you was a relief

• you go to a quaint café with a lot of sweet treats for you to snack on !!

• knights spies on your date(?). Btw

• you notice them immediately

• surprisingly leo does not make a convincing bush

• at the end of the date(?), you give him a peck on the cheek and run away

• you guys are so wholesome actually

• he swoons

• it was definitely a date.

• “they grow up so fast!” “narukami-senpai please shut up”

arashi narukami

• YOU ARE ENEMIES WITH NARU?? HOW?? i genuinely cannot see anyone hating this wonderful angel of a person

• for the sake of this scenario, let’s just say you somehow happen to have beef with her

• you are a longterm member of valkyrie, working directly under shu, similar to mika

• however, unlike mika, you do not agree with arashi’s views on your teacher

• she would sell out izumi to get to punch shu directly in the jaw. you would sell out mika to protect shu (jk u love mika. maybe)

• everytime she goes over to mika and fawns over him with her annoying “mika-chan!”s, you just scoff and roll your eyes

• she probably looks over at you so sadly… noooooo… i will cry…

• you just continue sewing, not wanting to disappoint shu

• after this happens multiple times, she would probably confront you !

• you tell her straight up that you don’t appreciate her distractions, and that her perspective of shu is completely off

• i feel like arashi would actually be very understanding towards you, and would want to fix things asap

• it is honestly one-sided enemies to lovers

• enemy to lovers ?

• she buys you flowers and apologises for getting in the way of valkyrie’s work !!

• you begrudgingly accept

• she goes up to you after valkyrie concerts and praises you on your performance

• it does feel nice to receive compliments, especially since shu does not offer them very often.. or at all…

• he’s a 10 but loves his dress collection more than his unit mates “A ONE” “ARASHI NO”

• you go to her for makeup tips since you want to make your appearance match your valkyrie outfits !

• she squeals, grabs your hand Very firmly, and leads you to her studio

• you somehow end up modelling with her…

• preppy x goth aesthetic anyone ?!

• WAIT NO THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE BOYFRIENDS WEBTOON ABORT ABORT

• you, mika and naru go out on shopping trips together

• it is so cute. you actually become a lot closer to mika because of arashi too which you really appreciate…

• and she helps you to take care of yourself ! you often find yourself overworking to maintain valkyrie’s mage, so she helps you to relax a tad ;;

• hardworking people are her type afterall hehe

• it’s a very healthy and communicative relationship you are everyone’s otp

• knights rate you 10/10

• shu rates you 9/10 (it is actually 10/10 - madonee)

• mika rates you 15/10

• rinne rates you 10/10

• wait why is rinne here

• WAIT SHU NO

• rinne is no longer here.

#enstars x reader #enstars #enstars x you #ritsu sakuma x reader #leo tsukinaga x reader #ensemble stars x reader #izumi sena x reader #tsukasa suou x reader #enstars imagines #arashi narukami x reader #🐬; enstars

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turtle-babe83 · 1 year

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Snowed In, Part Two

Mikey x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW content 18+ only

No heat? No problem.

When Leo called off patrol and arranged for their father to have a warm place to stay for the next few nights, Mikey inwardly cheered. He was texting you within seconds and when you replied that you had already stocked up on frozen pizzas and pizza rolls, he fell in love with you all over again. It took him no time to pack a bag with his favorite games, some clean(ish) clothes, and his secret stash of Sour Patch Kids.

He hesitated only a moment when Raph sneered at them all leaving him for their girls, but shrugged. Maybe if Raph quit being a little bitch himself and told his crush how he felt, he wouldn’t be alone, freezing his shell off. He set out his last cans of Orange Crush for the hothead as an act of peace, then grabbed his rocket board and headed out into the night.

Your apartment was a bit further from the lair than the other girls but with his board, he got there in no time. The living room window you always left unlocked for him was fogged up and he couldn’t wait to sink into the warmth on the other side of the glass.

“Babycakes! I’m here!” he called as he climbed through.

“Kitchen!” you answered, opening the oven to pull out the pizza rolls.

Mikey set his stuff aside and removed his shoes and cold weather gear. The smell of pepperoni and tomato sauce filled the air and he breathed deeply as he made his way to your little kitchen.

“Made an appetizer,” you giggled, gesturing to the rolls as you popped a couple of pizzas in the still hot oven.

Mikey pulled you close the moment the oven door closed and nuzzled his snout in your neck.

“You know me so well, babe,” came his muffled reply.

A few well placed kisses across your collarbone sent shivers down your spine and you turned in his arms for a good solid smooch. Soon you were lost to his eager lips and urgent tongue, already fraught with desire just from the thought of having him to yourself for a few days. Mikey pulled away and rested his chin on your shoulder, breathing heavily. Then he yelped.

You jerked away to catch him fanning his tongue and holding a half bitten pizza roll in his sneaky fingers.

“Serves you right,” you laugh, already going to the fridge to grab a cold soda for him, “for getting me all hot and bothered just to stop to eat.”

Mikey had the decency to look contrite as he chugged the drink you handed to him.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised.

You nodded in agreement, “Yes. Yes, you will.”

Chuckling over your boyfriend’s antics, you set the table with plates and all his favorite things: ranch dressing, hot sauce, and extra marinara. Mikey ate heartily as always and the two of you sat down to a few rounds of your favorite RPG game while dinner digested. Finally, you decided it was time. You turned off the game system much to his chagrin.

“Ready to make good on your promise?” you asked cheekily.

Mikey looked confused until you started walking towards the bedroom, removing clothing as you went. He nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste to follow. All he had to do was drop his pants and briefs and he entered your room naked. You were pushing your panties to the floor by that time and then turned and crooked a finger at him.

“Come lay down,” you ordered, pointing to the bed.

Mikey thought it was hot as hell when you told him what to do in the bedroom and his dick was already hard by the time he complied. You held his gaze as you climbed up onto the bed, standing up and walking forward until you stood, one foot on either side of his chest. His eyes flickered back and forth between your eyes and your pussy.

“Ready for dessert?” you purred, using your fingers to spread your folds. Mikey licked his lips at the view and reached up with grabby hands. You smirked as you sank down to your knees, hovering just over his waiting mouth.

“Make it up to me now,” you ordered, voice decadently low and sexy.

Mikey’s moan sent a thrill straight to your core as he savored his first lick. He took a slow lap and swallowed, then he caught your eyes.

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love it when you sit on my face?”

Before you could come up with a response, he wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you more firmly to him. His long tongue stabbed deep again and again, curling and wriggling within your tight walls. Your mewls of pleasure were accented with his groans and slurps, the wet sounds of him feasting on your juices. You rolled your hips in time with his licks, gasping as his snout nuzzled your clit.

“Fuck! Mikey! Oh, mmmm….”

When you came, your whole lower half jerked and spasmed, but he held you fast until you relaxed.

“You outdid yourse-!”

You found yourself on your back and stuffed full of cock before you could even finish your sentence. Mikey panted in your ear as he began to rut into you wildly. It was rare for him to get so worked up, being so laidback typically. Once in a while, however, he would get this gleam in his eye and you knew you were in for the ride of your life. His thick girth plunged hard and fast, barely giving you time to catch a breath, but on the heels of your orgasm, you welcomed the intensity.

“Love you,” he muttered. “Fucking love you so much. Love fucking you so much!”

You started to laugh at his twisting words but another release hit you unexpectedly and your giggles turned to whimpers as you clenched around him. He cursed loudly, hooking an arm under one of your legs to open you wider. There was no other warning before he filled you up with rope after rope of his white hot cum. He strained with a few final pumps of his hips and then he rolled to the side to collapse in a sweaty heap. You tried to find coherent words to express your contentment but it seemed that such incredible sex had struck you with the dumb.

Mikey’s phone suddenly chimed and he groaned, rolling off the bed and crawling over to where his pants lay just outside the bedroom door. Your attempt to sit up just resulted in a flood of mixed fluids gushing from between your thighs and you cringed at the thought of sleeping on a wet spot.

“Everything okay?” you called to your beau, who was texting whoever had messaged him.

Mikey finished his text and shuffled back to the bed, flopping back down and pulling you over top of him.

“Yeah, just Leo. He was asking if I’ve heard from Raph.”

You frowned, “Where is Raphael? Did he go stay with anyone?”

Mikey grunted, “No, Mr. I’m Too Tough For The Cold decided to stay in the lair.”

You rolled your eyes, “If he would just tell her how he feels-“

“I know,” Mikey interrupted, “but can we not talk about my brother after I nutted so good in you? I’d rather talk about how I’m about to do it again.”

Well, how could you argue with that? 🧡

To be continued in Part Three: Leo’s story….

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tblsomedoodles · 1 month

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Sooo in FW Jennika looks up turtles facts after finding out the turtles are her brothers. What cool turtle facts actually apply to the boys like....

Can donnie breath underwater like nonmutant spiny softshells? Or is it something else that can be applied? How do their spider and turtle traits clash? (How stressed is poor leo when it cones to their medical notes becayse they are a. Hodge pog of human pider yokai and turtle and that has to have conflicing health things)

Ok, before I answer your questions proper, i'm going to explain a bit about the boys weird genetics, and why they're not as weird as they could be lol.

Basically, summed up to, they just don't have a lot of spider genetics compared to the human and turtle they got. And here's why!

Yokais, for my things at least, are mostly very old or descendants of Mutants from when the Krang came to earth originally.

Big Mama, specifically, comes from several generations of human-spider mutants. So! When Mama has kids with a plain old human, they end up with kids that are about 75% human, and 25% spider (assuming that mama's human-to-spider ratio was 50/50 for simplisity's sake.)

so then these little 75/25 hybrids get mutated, turtle taking over half of what is already there. This doesn't exactly leave a lot of Spider genetics, and what they do have, get suppressed (until being around Mama for that time mystically unsuppressed it that is.)

(not to mention, i imagine the mutagen has a stabalizing affect on the genetics to insure they aren't a medical wreck from two genetics being smashed together)

ANYWAYS! That being said!

(Sorry for answering these backwards but here we are lol)

Yeah, Leo and Donnie both were pretty stressed when putting together everyone's medical files. Like there is no information about what is normal for them so they kinda just have to guess, and both of them hate that. (Donnie help b/c research is fun and Leo wouldn't actually keep the files neat and readable if he didn't lol.)

Because of the whole 'stabilizing' thing and how little spider dna they have left, their turtle and spider genetics don't clash as much as one would think. I think the biggest change (other than the obvious ones) are that their diets shift a bit. Mikey has to eat more protein than he was b/c of the webs. Leo and Donnie have to eat more in general b/c of the massive 4 arms growth spurt they're in the process of. Raph needs to eat more too, but only when he's been in human form a lot. being in human form takes extra energy and thus needs more food to fuel it.

As for cool Turtle facts Jenny found, hell yeah one of them is that Donnie can breath underwater. And he definitely can. He doesn't particularly care to b/c switching back and forth ends with a lot of choking on water/air during said shift, but it's still a thing he can do.

She also found out that tomatoes are toxic to turtles, which kind of causes her to panic the first time she sees them eat a pizza lol. (her brothers didn't inherit that particular trait lol. though they are allergic to Avocados/avocado pits as a result of the mutation.)

That's all i can think of right now.

Thank you!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #family web au #sorry for the rambles #that's all my brain can produce today lol

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chaospixels · 2 months

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OC Questionnaire

I was tagged by @midnightsquartz thank you pookiebear<3333

Joelle Teresa Cassidy

NICKNAME: Joey, Jojo, Teresa (family only) GENDER: Female STAR SIGN: Leo HEIGHT: 5'2 ORIENTATION: Bi NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Lycan dad-side & Grugach mom-side //human: afro-lanix FAVORITE FRUIT: Kiwis & tomatoes FAVORITE SEASON: Summer FAVORITE FLOWER: Pansies FAVORITE SCENT: Moist firewood that has just been lit, early morning ocean seafoam COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot cocoa with extra marshmallows AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6 hr usually, +naps in class DOGS or CATS: BOTH DREAM TRIP: Greenland.. bbg wants to go an icebath spa NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 4 RANDOM FACT: doesn't trust any reaper...

I'll tag~ @frostedshore @rigor-x-mortis @drawing-way-outside-the-lines @miss-may-i @theseprettylittlepixels

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callmehere-iwillappear · 1 year

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IMBI is going up against 2AL in @tmntaucompetition today SO I wrote a quick one shot with CMH Leo's perspective of this fic (plus a bit extra)! Vote IMBI so they tie (and check out both AUs if you haven't yet, they're both super good!)

If Leo has to be honest, he wasn’t all that thrilled about the whole… multidimensional sports competition thing when he first got there. Sure, normally he would’ve been. Normally he would’ve jumped at the opportunity to have some fun and meet some alternate versions of himself and his family, compare their universes and such (and, okay, maybe watch Donnie geek out too).

But normally he wouldn’t be, y’know, a ghost. Invisible, intangible, the works, and surrounded by people who can’t. See him. He’d thought he’d gotten past the whole dissociation thing – and to be fair, his brothers have been wearing their goggles the whole time, which definitely helps – but… seeing all these versions of himself and his brothers and knowing that they can’t see him… knowing he might as well not exist to them…

Well. It digs up some old, not-so-good feelings.

His brothers definitely notice, as much as he tries to hide it, and they offer to leave early, but he turns them down. Judging by the looks they give each other, though, no matter what he says they’re probably going to drag him back as soon as they lose – because considering the fact that his team is effectively down a player, and one of their other players is Donnie, Leo is under no illusions that they’ll end up winning the whole thing. One round? Maybe, if they’re lucky. Depends who they’re up against. But the whole thing? No way.

And… he can’t help but feel guilty, just a bit. He knows for a fact all his brothers would’ve loved this type of thing under any other circumstances. Hell, they still do – Raph is looking around in awe, Mikey is barely holding himself back from running around to make some new friends, and Donnie – well, it goes without saying that Donnie is basically in heaven right now. He’s actually using the speech to text function of his tech gauntlet for once, dictating notes rather than typing them so he can stim with his free hand. And Leo just knows he’s seconds away from bolting off to gather up the other Donnies and compare notes.

… Leo doesn’t want them to give that up. Not for him.

Not that it matters in the end, since he can’t exactly stop them if they decide to go home early. And there’s… a tiny, selfish part of him – a part that he hates – that’s. Well. Kind of relieved. Which, of course, makes him feel even more guilty, because how could he be happy about taking something away from his brothers that would make them happy?

So. Yeah. All in all, interdimensional sports tournament? Not as fun as it sounds!

And then he meets another Leo.

Key word: meets. Because this Leo? For some reason, he can see him. And Leo doesn’t understand how until they actually talk, and he finds out they’re in the same damn boat. Well – not the exact same, other-Leo is cursed while Leo is a ghost, but tomato Hamato. The point is: this is someone who gets it. Someone he can commiserate with. And as he finds out, staring in wonder at his counterpart’s hand on his shoulder, someone he can touch.

The nice thing about being variations on the same person is that neither of them need to say anything, the other Leo wordlessly pulling him in for a hug that Leo desperately needs. There’s no warmth from it, just an odd sort of pressure, but it’s more than he’s had in such a long time and he finds himself clinging on like he’ll die (... well, die again) if he lets go.

He can practically feel the concerned looks from his brothers, but he does his best to ignore them. And, he thinks very hard in their directions, if any of them bring up the tears that are definitely not in his eyes when he finally pulls away, he will personally ensure they will never again know peace in their lives.

They end up losing their first match. It was closer than Leo had expected, if he’s honest – he was able to use his invisibility to his advantage, sneaking up on the other team and smacking the ball out of their hands and towards his own brothers. But he ends up getting distracted near the end at one point, his hand phasing through the ball instead of hitting it, and it’s all downhill from there.

He’s not actually too upset about it – sure, it would’ve been nice to win a round or two, but considering they basically only had two and a half players versus the other group’s full team, it’s not exactly surprising. His brothers ask again if he wants to go home, and like the last time, he tells them no – except he means it this time, and he’s pretty sure they can tell from the way their expressions soften. They don’t seem too surprised at his answer, though to be fair, he’s been very noticeably in better spirits (hah) since his encounter with the other Leo.

They’d asked, earlier, when the two Leos got bored of scaring the shells off unsuspecting bystanders and went back to their respective families. They couldn’t see the other Leo, so Leo had to explain everything to them – and their faces had softened then, too. He knows they’ve been worried about him, made sure to have at least one of them by his side at all times, and he still feels kind of guilty about that.

But it’s… less so, now. The guilt, the anxiety, the familiar feeling of not being real… it’s all settled down, for the most part. Knowing that even just one other person sees him, understands what he’s going through, helps more than words can say.

So, yeah, this time when his brothers offer him the chance to bail out, he just shakes his head with a smile and turns to look for a spot on the bleachers so he can cheer his new friend on.

#my fic #imbi #good lird WHAT are my tags i need a more consistent tagging system. anyway #debating whether or not to put this in the one shot collection on ao3 too. hm #poll shenanigans #crossovers

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latoyalestrange · 9 months

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IT’S NEVER OVER

Joel Miller x F!OC

Summary: Jessie tries to return to normal life after Joel fixed her car the night before, and subsequently, took over a portion of her mind since the moment she drove home. In an attempt to bury herself in her work to distract herself, she found out she needed Joel much sooner than she anticipated.

Words: idk yet

Warnings: not edited, oblivious mutual pining, fluff, friends to lovers

CHAPTER THREE -- RED LIGHT, GREEN LIGHT

MAY 2, 2002

Butterflies. Huh. Jessie hadn't felt like that in a long time. He was just being nice, right? An established contractor, a very handsome one at that, could be interested in her? To Jessie, he was entirely out of her legue, especially when compared to the men she'd wasted her time on before. That's not what Jessie wanted to do this time around. She couldn't bare to be toyed with anymore, so she needed to be cautious. Either he was the one or love simply didn’t exist. She came to realize over the years that this was true, just for different reasons.

She had a hard time falling asleep that night. She found herself smiling as her mind wandered every time she closed her eyes. She didn’t dream of him once she finally drifted off, in fact she didn’t dream at all. When she opened her eyes, it was suddenly morning but she didnt feel like she slept at all. After a few moments, something felt off. It was much too bright in her room for her usual wake up time for her sunday brunch shift.

“Shit!” She was on her feet in a split second, rushing around to get ready. She fixed the long braid she put her hair in before bed, threw on her uniform, and took the extra few seconds to put a glittery pink gloss on her lips. she raced down the creaky stairs, passing her brother who sat on the couch watching the news.

“Morning! Mom made—“

“I can’t, Leo, I’m late!” She called back as she made it to the back door in the kitchen. She quickly grabbed her dingy tennis shoes and sat down at the table to put them on. The smell of garlic, tomatoes, fresh bread and eggs made her stomach rumble.

“At least take some toast, honey,” her mother, still in her bathrobe and pajamas, emerged from her room off of the kitchen. She took a peice of the perfectly buttered bread she staged next to the pan on the stove and handed it to her daughter.

“Thanks, Ma.” Jessie took the bread after tieing off her second shoe and took a grateful bite. She gave her mother a hug, towering over her petite frame while being average height herself.

“You work too hard, my love.” Her mother squeezed her for as long as she let her. Once her brother entered the room as well, she kissed her on the cheek.

“I love you, Ma,” She avoided the comment, still chewing her bread. She turned to hug her brother as well, who pecked her forehead.

“You’ll be home before dinner?” The girl nodded, taking another bite. They separated and she slung her purse over her shoulder, grabbing her keys off the table. They said their final goodbyes as she walked out the door, a little less flustered and more put together than before.

Her drive to work started out normal. Her car was a little squeaky on a good day and was a bit of an eyesore, but it got her to work and back. That’s all she needed, and frankly, all she and her family could afford. It was her brothers car before he got a new one after getting the factory job. Everything was going to plan, she would be later than she normally was, but if she hussled, she’d be there with a few minutes to spare. But as she could see the stoplight, her halfway point to the diner, she felt a slight jolt in the car. Then, before she could process what was happening, she could hear her car sputtering out in the middle of the road. She tried to accelerate, but it was no use. She thought quickly enough to pull over to the side, in utter disbelief as she put the car in park.

“You have to be kidding…” She sat there for a moment, stunned at her unluckiness as cars honked and drove around her. She rummaged through her purse after a moment, looking for her phone. Sitting on top of it was a sharp index card with “Miller Construction” plastered on the front. She could just call her brother but she’d have to tow her car, and that was money she couldn’t afford to spend. She fought back in forth with herself for a few moments. Time was ticking and the sun was beating down on her in the hot car. Before she knew it, she was dialing the number on the card, her heart pounding as she listened to it ring.

“Miller Construction.” He answered casually.

“I- um—“ Jessie quickly realized how ridiculous this all was. Why would she bother a stranger with this? “It’s Jessie, from the diner…”

He didn’t respond for a beat, so she continued. “Listen, I’m broke down on the side of the road and I’m gonna be late—“

“Where are you?” She was almost caught off guard by his willingness to help her. He hardly knew her. She took a second to look around for street sings.

“I’m on St. Claire and 13th, right next to the Shell—“

“I know where that is, stay put. I’ll be right there.” And with that, he hung up. Somehow, Jessie was left even more confused and flustered than before. She instantly called her boss afterward despite how she was feeling. No matter what, she could not lose this job. Thankfully, her southern-bell waitress was more than understanding.

She waited for what felt like forever, tapping her foot nervously on the floorboard. She recognized their truck as soon as it pulled onto the road, seeing the brothers smiling faces in the front. Tommy pulled it right up next to her, and she couldn’t help but smile as Joel leaned out the window.

“Hi, darlin’. Got a flat?” She shook her head, hoping he didn’t notice her blushing.

“No, she just died on me while I was driving.” Joel climbed out of the truck, the sun forcing him to squint as he looked down at her. Tommy pulled the truck around to align the bed with the front of the car as Joel opened the driver-side door. She gazed up expenctantly for a moment, making his own stomach flutter.

“Scoot over.” He nodded to the passenger seat. She glanced ahead as Tommy hooked something under her car and understood.

“Right, sorry.” She climbed over the center console and almost fell into the passenger seat. Joel attempted to sit down, but quickly realized he couldn’t fit without drawing the seat back first. She stifled a chuckle as he struggled to adjust the seat. He finally settled in with the seat all the way back and tilted just a bit. She could smell his musky cologne instantly.

“Much better.” He sighed before putting the car in neutral. Tommy stuck his hand out the window, giving him brother a thumbs up, which he mirrored.

“Thank you. Really. I would’ve had to pay to get it towed.” Her eyes scanned him as she spoke, taking in the sight of him. God, even the way he sat was so nonchalant yet tempting.

“It’s no problem. I hate to say it but even I get bored on Sundays. My only day off.” He chuckled a bit, leaning on the center console with his muscular arm.

“Let me repay you. Next time you come in, it’s on me.” Their body language was saying everything they didn’t want to say. Turned towards eachother, shoulders relaxed, and it was a good thing Tommy was leading because Joel couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. He knew how much she hated that uniform but it was so damned cute on her.

“Fine. You’re still getting tipped though.”

Jessie spoke too soon, though. Once the brothers got her car to Joel’s garage, she quickly realized a free dinner wasn’t nearly enough. Joel couldn’t find a problem under the hood, so he tried looking underneath her car as Tommy held a flashlight. It was at this point that Sarah emerged from the front door, three waters in hand.

“Hi!” She said cheerfully. “Thought you might be thirsty.” She handed the first one to Jessie.

“Thank you! Your dad’s just looking at my car for me.” She’d heard loads about Sarah. What a good kid she was, how much she took after her father, and some of the things she liked.

“Yeah.” She chuckled knowingly. “He was talking about you last night.” As if it were a reflex, Joel sprang to his feet to meet his daughter.

“Thank you, Sarah. You can go back inside, it’s hot.” He took the last two water bottles and shooed her away. She gave Jessie a pointed look before turning to leave. She glanced at Tommy, who was smiling and holding back laughter.

“Looks like your fuel filter needs changed.” Joel changed the subject, hands stained with oil and sweat beading on his forehead. Fuck. She could hardly focus on what he was saying but it sounded expensive.

“I’ll have to go to the auto shop later. I’ll take you to work on the way so you’re not more late than you already are.” He set one bottle aside for Tommy and opened the other one, drinking selfishly and letting it dribble down his chin.

“Um, sure!” She could hardly speak, let alone know what to say. “But that sounds like a lot of work, no? And money?”

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’. I’ll get it taken care of.” He placed a strong yet comforting hand on her arm, that familiar smoulder on his face.

“Then let me babysit. It takes a village. Maybe I could give her some guidance.” It was the perfect solution. He’d fix her car in exchange for a few weeks of free babysitting and she’d get to keep seeing him. She saw the same realization hit him as a smile tugged on his lips.

“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He let his hand fall, passing by her to get in his truck that was now parked behind her car. He gestured to the passenger seat again. She quickly followed, having to hoist herself up into the cabin. Once she closed the door, they were locked in again, their own little bubble.

“Thank you, again. For everything.” She repeated sincerily. He was silent for a moment, reading the expression on her face as he pulled away from his house. Her smile was almost inviting.

“Don’t mention it, sweetheart.” His sultry voice sent a shiver down her spine. She turned and blushed, her eyes glued to her purse that sat in her lap. “I might just take you up on that babysitting offer.” He added, smirking over at her.

“I’ll show up and force you out if I have to, Miller. I mean it. I’m making up for every cent you put into my car.” Her voice was stern now, which just made her seem more adorable to him.

“Yes, ma’am.” He complied.

“Good.” He chuckled at her intensity. She rolled her eyes, and she was smiling as she did so.

After a few moments of comfortable silence passed before Joel pulled into the patchy parking lot of the diner.

“Don’t work too hard.” He teased as she unbuckled. She bit her lip, and he could see something in her eyes and the way she looked at him. She inched closer to him, hesitating before kissing his cheek. She smiled as she quickly turned to open the door, avoiding eye contact.

“When should I pick you up?” She hopped out of the truck, holding onto the door for support. She planted her feet on the ground, facing him as she propped the door open. She hadn’t thought of how she would get home tonight, so she answered, “Is ten okay?”

The man nodded almost too eagerly, “Yeah, that’s fine. See you at ten.”

“See you at ten.” And with that, she used most of her upper body strength to push the hefty passenger door closed and turned to walk away. She let her face express her true excitement out of his sight as she hear the truck drive away.

Maybe she asked to babysit Sarah out of the kindness of her heart and to repay her debts. Or maybe, and more likely, she used it as an excuse to see Joel more often. Either way, it was a win for the both of them.

#joel miller smut #joel miller x oc #joel miller fluff #joel the last of us #joel and ellie #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #the last of us #the last of us smut #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us hbo

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Burns || Splinter Disaster strikes when a single parent gets overwhelmed.

Fandom: ROTTMNT

Also on AO3

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Splinter had exactly thirty seconds before he would have to leave the bathroom.

There was a faded Lou Jitsu poster plastered next to the mirror, to his irrevocable disdain. He wanted to sidle over a foot to look at it and imagine he was staring in a mirror, but then his reflection never moved with him and the illusion would break. No, the true mirror was in front of him, showing a stress-out furry rat, prematurely greying and putting on too much weight. Splinter hated the grotesque thing looking back at him, hated the love handles growing larger and larger around his midsection, the bloodshot eyes, the diminishing stature, the shrivelling muscles. Martial arts and exercise had once been part of the routine, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d thrown a punch that hadn’t been in pure self-defence on a supply run.

The thirty seconds was up. Someone pounded on the door.

“Dad! Donnie bit me!”

Splinter set his forehead on the edge of the sink, sucked in a breath, and opened the door to find Leo holding out his unblemished forearm.

“I don’t see any teeth marks,” said Splinter.

“He BIT me!” Leo insisted. “Punish him!”

“I cannot try to separate you every time you two fight, can’t you just work it out yourselves?”

“But he bit me! He used his sharp teeth, too!”

Mikey stuck his head around the corner. “Dad, when’s dinner? I’m hungry.”

“Soon,” said Splinter. “You’re fine, Blue, I don’t see any blood.”

“But it hurts!” Leo whined.

“How soon is ‘soon?’” Mikey asked.

“Five minutes,” said Splinter, throwing out the smallest number he could think of.

“But that’s forever!”

“Can you tell off Donnie?” Leo asked. “Can you make him cry?”

“What? No.” Splinter took deep breaths. He felt like he might be the one to cry. “Go sit down and wait, or go play or something. I need to make dinner.”

Splinter ushered Leo and Mikey back towards the kitchen. Dinner was already an hour late. Splinter had tried to make a supply run that morning, but some movie producer had mistaken him for an extra for some B-movie they were filming in the neighbourhood, and Splinter spent far too long trying to sneak off set, away from the camera crew. He’d left Raph in charge too long. Splinter typically had to leave the boys alone when he went on supply runs, but he’d come back and they’d gotten hungry and they’d tried to prepare cereal but Raph was only six and the milk was everywhere. Splinter’s feet still crunched on discarded Cheerios scattered all over the kitchen floor.

That, on top of Mikey just on the tail end of a bad cold, and Leo was technically forbidden from watching television after he’d tried to reenact a Lou Jitsu movie and punched out a few of Raph’s baby teeth. Raph hadn’t seemed to mind, but Splinter didn’t want to figure out a way to find a dentist for mutant turtles. Donnie hadn’t yet learned to speak except through sign language, and Splinter thought they might’ve gotten somewhere, but then that whole incident with Raph’s shell happened and the setback was extreme. Splinter was pulling canned soup out of cupboards while scrolling through his phone, trying to find a speech therapist, but, Lord, even if he found one, he didn’t know if it was worth the risk.

It shouldn’t be like this. Donnie was smart. Hell, he’d built the phone Splinter was using and reading an encyclopedia at the kitchen table. He looked up to check on Donnie, and instead saw Raph and Mikey wrestling under the kitchen table. Donnie frowned in annoyance as Raph kicked the underside fo the table.

“Do not wrestle in this kitchen!” Splinter barked.

“Raph, sit on me!” Mikey shrieked in delight.

“Do not crush your—Red, do not! Go sit down.”

“We’re just playing,” said Raph.

Splinter didn’t answer him. He was reading the instructions on the back of the canned tomato soup. They were out of instant noodles, which were his go-to.

“Can we have pizza?” Raph asked.

“No, I—” Didn’t have the money for it. ”—We’re having tomato soup.”

“With crackers?”

“With crackers.” Splinter opened the cupboard with the crackers. “We don’t have crackers.”

“So, we’re having flavoured water for dinner,” Leo said dryly.

“Where did all the crackers go?!” Splinter demanded. Mikey wouldn’t eat it without crackers.

“Mikey put them in his cereal,” said Raph.

“Why would you put crackers in cereal? Never mind. Red, please don’t crush Orange.”

“But he wants me to!”

“I want him to!” Mikey shrieked happily. Raph was laying overtop him, and all he could see of Mikey were his tiny little arms flailing around.

“You are bigger than he is, you are going to hurt him,” said Splinter. He pulled out the pot from under the sink and definitely did not grimace at the reflection in the stainless steel. “Okay, instructions—put soup in pot…Blue, can you put out some spoons?”

Leo rummaged around in the cutlery drawer, humming to himself. Splinter was halfway through reading the next step on the back on the can when he felt a tug, and there was Donnie, gesturing to a word in the book. Raph and Mikey shrieked and rolled around on the floor, nudging the back of his feet. Leo was clanging cutlery together.

“What does this say?” Donnie signed.

Splinter switched on the stove, opened the can with his rat teeth, and dumped it into the pot. He squinted at the word Donnie was pointing at. “It says…I don’t know what it says.”

“What does it say?”

“I’m trying, it says…log…logger…no, logarithm. It says logarithm.”

“What does it mean?”

“I don’t know, I’m sure you can—Blue!”

Leo dumped the entirely cutlery bin and dumped it on the floor, spoons, forks, knives, and the occasional toy scattering. Splinter’s eardrums rattled.

“What did you do that for?!” Splinter demanded.

“I couldn’t find the spoons,” said Leo. He rummaged around in the pile and picked up a few. “Now I have!”

“Clean that up this instant.”

Donnie tugged more insistently on Splinter’s robe. He signed, “Dad, what does this mean?” He tapped at an entry in the book.

“Purple, I really don’t have time for—Red, Orange! Stop fighting!”

“We’re not fighting,” said Raph. “We’re playing!”

“Daddy, can I help stir?” Mikey asked while he was getting crushed by Raph.

“No! Red, get off of him.”

Red got off Mikey, though it seemed to be more out of boredom than because of listening to Splinter, and went to Donnie’s side to squint at the complicated words inside. Meanwhile, Leo was playing with the cutlery, holding a small spoon and a large one together.

“They’re like a dad and a baby,” said Leo. He picked up another one. “And this can be the girlfriend! Dad, why don’t you have a girlfriend? Is it cuz you’re old?”

Splinter sighed and scooped up as much of the cutlery as he could back into the bin. Donnie reappeared at his side.

“Raph ate a page in my book!” Donnie complained.

“Did not!” Raph said, while chewing on a piece of paper.

“Why would you do that, Red?” Splinter sighed.

“Dad, are you listening?” Leo asked. “If I find a rat in the sewers, would you date her?”

“Dad, that was the only book I had!”

“Donnie’s lying, Dad!”

“Dad, Donnie just rolled his eyes at you! Punish him!”

“Dad!”

“Daddy!”

Splinter was spinning. He couldn’t stop looking at the discarded cutlery on the floor, at the reflection of the rat man looking at him through the metal on the spoons and forks.

“Key!”

The last, unfamiliar voice shouted out, blasted through all the other noises. Splinter whipped his head around in surprise.

It had been Donnie.

Donnie, who had never spoken a single word, who vocalized nothing except for crying and the occasional incoherent scream.

Donnie had just spoken, and he sounded shocked and terrified, his book dropping to the ground, pointing with an extended finger to the stove. He shouted again, “KEY!”

Splinter’s head whipped around so hard that something in his spine cracked, and he was only two seconds too late to react. While he wasn’t looking, Mikey had pushed a chair up to the stove and reached to the ladle in the pot, but Splinter had put it on the wrong burner, and Mikey’s hand touched the one that was lit up. He jerked back.

Mikey hurdled backwards, and that was when Splinter’s reflexes kicked in and he lunged to catch him before he hit the ground. Mikey opened his mouth and let out an ear-bleeding, continuous screech, and Splinter’s heart thundered in his ears.

He scooped Mikey up, carried him to the sink, and ran his hand under cool water at once.

“Why were you up there?!” Splinter shouted. “I’ve told you not to touch the stove a thousand times!”

“I wanted to help!” Mikey wailed.

“I’ve told you, never touch the stove! You boys never listen! Why do you never listen to me?!”

“Is Mikey gonna die?!” Raph asked.

“Is there blood?” Leo asked. “Can I see, Mikey?”

“Be quiet!” Splinter yelled. Actually yelled. A yell that came from his stomach and pushed outward. “Why can you boys not be quiet and obey me?! Is it too difficult to ask to make a pot of soup in peace?!”

Raph and Leo were quiet at once. The only sound in the kitchen was Mikey crying.

Splinter’s movements were sharp and focused. He set Mikey on the table and reached for the first aid kit he kept under the sink; he’d started keeping it there after Donnie had set the kitchen on fire last year. He lathered up some petroleum jelly on the blistering burn on Mikey’s hand while he sniffed, sobbed, and flinched every time Splinter touched it.

Running a hand through his greasy, unwashed hair, Splinter wondered if he should take Mikey to the hospital, or the nearest doctor, and he couldn’t, not without exposing them. Even the risk was too much. The burn was blistering, but fortunately minor, and if he kept it clean…But Mikey was fucking four and they lived in the sewers. It was never clean around here. He liked to stick his hands into paint and smear it around the walls, and sucked his fingers when he was nervous. Could he even get antibiotics if there was an infection?

Splinter’s hands were shaking. He looked down and saw that they were large, ugly rat hands with long, clawed fingers and too many wrinkles.

He focused back on Mikey. He used a gauze and some bandages to wrap up the burn as best as he could, and, not trusting Mikey to keep it clean, he put a plastic bag overtop it and sealed it with duct tape. Not eloquent, but it would keep Mikey from chewing it.

“Dad, the soup’s cold!” Leo complained.

Something snapped inside Splinter, like a broken guitar string in the middle of a performance. He said nothing.

He picked Mikey up and set him a chair, then did the same for each of the boys, setting them around the table. For once, no one protested or complained. They watched him. Splinter got out bowls and spoons and the sugariest cereal they had in the cupboard.

“Dad, Mikey’s crying,” said Raph, as if Splinter hadn’t noticed.

He just…didn’t know what to do about it. He’d bandaged up the hand. The plastic crinkled as Mikey pulled his hand close to his chest. Should he…the hospital, should he take Mikey to the hospital and take the risk?

“Dad?”

Splinter felt like he might cry too, but he couldn’t let the boys see that. His legs ached. He pat Mikey on the head and the crying settled a little.

Leo was already shovelling in, unbothered, and Donnie had the book propped up in front of him as if he hadn’t just fucking spoken something coherent in his first five years of life. Splinter should celebrate and tell him a good job, yet he felt frozen over, overwhelmed. Empty. Mikey sniffed a disgusting loud sniff that did nothing to draw the snot running out of his nostrils back into his body, then reached for the plastic spoon and shovelled a large mouthful of cereal into his mouth. Raph looked from Mikey to Splinter. He looked like he was trying to figure something out, but his kid-sized brain couldn’t quite piece together the context clues.

Splinter staggered out of the kitchen and got to the television before his legs gave out and he flopped into the armchair, automatically flicking on a channel that played nothing but Japanese game shows. The grating voice of the host stung his ears. The contestants were about to sling soup at each other while dizzying, neon effects played on screen.

What was he doing? He wasn’t in his body. He felt like he was up near the ceiling, looking down at his bloated rat body, and he wondered if he was dying, but if he died, who would look after the boys? Maybe he should check on Mikey again. Splinter tried to go up and go to him. The body in the chair didn’t move. He was a whale stranded on a beach that couldn’t get back into the life-giving ocean, helpless to do anything but slowly bake under a scorching sun.

After a long while, Raph came in.

“Dad?” said Raph.

Splinter didn’t answer.

“Daddy?”

No movement. Splinter stared at the underside of the ceiling and thought about the upper world, the distant ache of a lost life ripped from him. Raph soon left when Mikey started crying again. Splinter thought about how when he was young, he’d told himself that he would be a horrible parent, he would never have children, his life was all about himself and he could never share that with someone who depended on him so much.

And all he could think about was how he’d never hated being so right about something.

#rottmnt #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #nimble writes #badthingshappenbingo

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elminx · 8 months

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Thoughts on my practice, August 2023

Note: As you might imagine, this will not be a full accounting of my practice as there are things that I cannot share for any number of reasons including but not limited to: you wouldn't understand, it's not mine to share, and it's ongoing magic.

I have been slowly coming out of magical hibernation as I get farther away from taking the awful meds (awful FOR ME) that made me so depressed that I was struggling to live, let alone do magic. There was a reckoning that had to be done. Everything was a mess - my altars, my relationships with my spirits, and the cobwebs inside my mind and spirit.

It was about this time last August that they upped my meds and as the months wore on into winter, my practice became virtually untenable. I have to forgive myself for that: both for agreeing to take meds that I knew from experience might be Bad, for continuing to take them as long as I did, and for falling off of my practice. I'm...working on it.

June and July were about playing clean up and catching up.

I had been doing a lot of work around my mindset and changing the way that I notice and experience the world. Though this is strictly "magic" in the sense that I don't normally cast spells toward this goal, it is unquestionably a part of my practice and my current path as a witch. So this month, feeling like I have the bones of my practice righted, I returned to this work.

Our month began with a full moon in Aquarius on the 1st. My intention for the month is: No matter how my day goes, I return to my heart. I tried to solidify this intention by focusing on my gratitude practice for the first eight days of the month - each day I came up with eight unique things that I was grateful for which I recorded in my witch journal. This is a reminder for me to look for the good things in life rather than focusing on the bad.

This is important for me because I have an anxiety disorder and tend to catastrophize - returning to my heart and being present with my body is my best method of alleviation. I was especially worried about this Venus retrograde which squared off with my Sun, Ascendant,y Mercury, and Chiron. Leo season is often a bit of a struggle for me since it activates so much of my chart (and I'm not fond of the summer heat either).

It happened that coincidentally on the 9th day of the month, my partner and I got into the car for the long trek north to visit his Grandmother. This was very path-affirming for me as, on our way, we got to stop and walk on the beach we used to stay at for all of my childhood. I'm deeply in love with the Atlantic Ocean (she is my deepest and truest love) and it was wonderful to return to the place where this affair began so many years ago. We spent the week wandering back and forth from Nana's house in the mountain to varying parts of the coast and it was wonderful and unquestionably heart healing.

Now, back home, I have had a week to return to my craft in earnest. I did some cat magic under the energy of the Leo new moon and then set to work on the harvest. It is August after all!

As a kitchen witch who likes to can and preserve food for the winter months ahead, August is go time. So far I've made and frozen tomato soup and tomato confit, and we've dried a bunch of onion, herbs, and hot peppers. Next on the docket is some salsa verde and then hopefully another batch of tomato soup and some red salsa as well. If I'm extra lucky with tomatoes from the farm, I'll end up with some marinara sauce as well because we really enjoyed ours last year.

This week begins my regularly scheduled work with Mercury Chthonia during their retrograde cycle and I'm actually pretty excited about this. The deeper that I get into self-exploration and shadow work, the more that I have learned to enjoy the deep slowdown of retrograde season. I have a bunch of half-written blog posts to edit, so this seems very Right On Time to me.

My other plan for this week is to clean off and rearrange my Earth Altar (see also: plant stand). The seasons are starting to change rapidly here and I am so ready for many Autumnal harvests. I might do a bit of work with my bestie goldenrod but otherwise, I intend to take it easy and, as I said, return to my heart with every opportunity.

#witchblr #words #mine #personal #my practice #kitchen witch

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crayonverse · 1 year

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short and small part of my next lab rats script.

INT, BASEMENT LAB

Donald is using an x-ray over Adam’s stomach as he cringes in pain. Bree, Chase, and Leo are onlooking in disappointment. Tasha is holding Adam’s hand in a motherly way.

DONALD: What did he eat?

LEO: Expired chocolate.

DONALD: Did he eat the wrapper too?

ADAM: N-No... I ate a tomato sauce packet earlier.

CHASE: Why would you do that?

ADAM: Ex-Extra sauce...

BREE: I wish I could live in your head, for like one day Adam.

DONALD: Alright, clearly Adam has eaten too much garbage he cannot process.

ADAM: I think I could get it processed.

CHASE: Adam, you’d get sick.

BREE: Or die.

LEO: Ehh, the bionics would help, probably. Right?

CHASE: Bionics aren’t helping his intestines.

BREE: So dying is probably the highest probability.

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the main focus of it will be Adam! i feel like Adam doesn't get enough appreciation in the fandom

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icarusthelunarguard · 18 days

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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter. Better yet! Check out “Heart of the Game, Fredonia” and see if they can sell you those D12’s with the symbols on them. Tell them “Shujin Tribble” sentcha. And “Hail, Hail, Fredonia!” Home of the Blue Devil!

No Intro. No Nonsense. Nobody bought our book last week, so we’re not putting in any extra effort for you. You get what you paid for this week.. Meaning you get what we give you. You’re welcome!

Aries

Since you’ll be stuck home with a bad cold this week, we should remind you of all the things you can still do now that you’re an adult. First, spend the day in your fluffiest bathrobe, curled up on the couch under a blanky. Second, TV is your best friend for a change. It’s missed you. And finally - Ginger Ale, The Price is Right, tomato soup, and grilled cheese for lunch. Just because you feel horrible doesn’t mean you can’t minimize that feeling. So This Week… Just stay home long enough to get over this bug. It’ll pass quickly enough. OH, and Bob Barker died last year. You’re welcome.

Taurus

You don’t keep re-watching “The Empire Strikes Back” because it has a happy ending. You watch it BECAUSE it doesn’t. It’s one of these rare movies where The Villain actually kinda wins. Just like Thanos beat The Avengers, Darth Vader got his chance at Young Skywalker. Even if he didn’t get Luke to join him, Vader did better, he got under Luke’s skill and training. So This Week… you want a movie that’ll get under your skin? How about 1982’s “The Thing”? Or maybe “Halloween III: Season of the Witch”. Just don’t watch either one at night.

Gemini

This week, you’ll accomplish something pretty spectacular! Better yet, someone who noticed it is in a position to congratulate you in style. There are ways to take advantage of the offer of having lunch bought for you. Have them order Two Large, 1- Topping Pizzas, Unicorn Churros, a Goody Bag with toys and activities, an Activity Sheet & 250 E-Tickets to use on your next visit. This Week… Order From Chuck E. Cheese for pickup!

Cancer Moon-Child

We’re gunna make this one simple and right to the point. So This Week… BACON. (*PAUSE*) That Is All. (*PAUSE*) Ok, fine! Bacon Wrapped, Pork Loin Stuffed, slow roasted Pineapple. (*PAUSE…..*) That. Is. All.

Leo

There’s GOOD News and BAD News. The GOOD news is, your music collection is basically available via one of three YouTube Playlists. The BAD news is… You’re out of Over-the-Air Data for the month and it’ll cost you another $15 per Gig of use. So This Week… Just use the Public WIFI for music and stop being paranoid!

Virgo

Your reflexes are getting pretty bad. You’ll almost hit a bunny on your way home from work this week! It’s really a simple thing to fix. Take the advice from The Rebel Alliance’s Red Leader and Pick Up Your Visual Scanning. So This Week… Or, you know, you could just stop procrastinating and get your eyes checked. It’s only been HOW long?

Libra

Baseball Season again, and we have something fun for you to learn about. Until recently there was no rule against a pitcher or a batter switching which handed-side they wanted to use. And one day a switch-hitter faced off against a Switch-Pitcher.. And they kept switching which hand they were going to use over and over again, delaying the game because neither would commit. So This Week… practice using your non-dominant hand for mediocre tasks. It’ll screw up people around you. Plus you get to say the great line, “I am not Left-Handed either!”

Scorpio

Your head’s shoved SO FAR up your own…. Ok, look. We’re trying really, REALLY hard to stay contained in all this and you’re not making it easy. We’re telling you this for your own good. This Week… When it’s raining, PUT YOUR SHOPPING CART BACK INTO THE CORRAL!

Sagittarius

We warned you to not buy those Laser-Guided Fabric Scissors and we’re PROUD of you! You didn’t buy them! –you bought the TACTICAL Laser-Guided Fabric Scissors instead for triple the price! (*PAUSE*) What are we gunna do with you, Sagittarius? We keep giving you sound advice and you keep ignoring us. So if THAT’S gunna be the way it’ll work, FINE! This Week… It’s OPPOSITE WEEK! Don’t send us any money. Don’t forward this Horrible-Scope to twenty of your close friends. And don’t drive into that flock of Canada Geese in the parking lot. (And if you DO, we’re not saving you.)

Capricorn

TECHNICALLY…. there is no such thing as Too Much Water to drink. Unless you consider that it’s possible to get… uhm… “Drunk” on too much water. We’re not sure how much is Too Much, but we CAN tell you that if you could drink about 10 litres, you’ll be eliminating it as quickly as you can swallow. NO! Don’t go looking that information up. Just know that we did the research so you don’t have to. So This Week… Ask your Doctor Cousin how real that information is and watch them turn green.

Aquarius

It’s time to seriously consider getting an All-House Uninterruptible Power Supply. It’s like the one you have for your computer, only bigger. A LOT bigger! Why? Simple - because of all the Smart Devices you added to your house, even when everyone told you not to. Your thermostat, your entertainment system, your TV… Hell, your Front Door’s NFC-Enabled Lock! If you lose power, all that stuff stops working, so you need this. So This Week… This isn’t a D.I.Y. Project you can do yourself. Put away those YouTube Home Power Playlists. You’re gunna kill yourself.

Pisces

It’s time to decorate your surroundings - and since you’re an adult you can do literally anything! Make your hallways look like starship interiors. Setup the garage to look like a horse stable. And the entertainment room? Paint the walls to look like you’re in Playdium from Dartmouth. The paint aisle is your proverbial Oyster! So This Week… do NOT be a monster and use Black-and-White Checkerboard Wallpaper to cover the Bathroom. This is NOT supposed to be an Alice in Wonderland Acid Trip while defecating!

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know - or check out the Ko-Fi page ( https://ko-fi.com/icarusthelunarguard )! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Discord, and BLUESKY.

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pandatrust · 2 years

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