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tmntfixationxreader · 3 months

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"I just read your Donnie fic and I am in LOVE with the way you write. Sometimes I feel like fics don't really show the emotions of the turtles beyond being shy around reader and I appreciate fluff where the characters actually interact and have a meaningful moment without it having to be sexual. So let me just say your writing feeds my soul. I love it.

That being said can I request a Raph x fem reader crack oneshot?

Reader was a friend of April and April decided that it would be good to introduce the turtles and reader. Little did she know that reader had a thing for big buff dudes, to the point that she goes from generally outgoing to extremely shy within seconds. So when she meets Raph she gets quiet, avoids eye contact, and fidgets frequently. Raph calks it up first time nervousness because he knows that he can be a bit intimidating. Reader eventually starts hanging around the turtles more often and gets closer with Donnie, Leo, and Mikey but is still shy around Raph and it ends up hurting his feelings. He feels like he's too scary and starts avoiding reader. Obviously this is the opposite of what the reader wanted, especially after getting to know him a little bit better and liking him even more.

Bonus points if the reader is taller than most her peers and a bit stronger to so she is often viewed as not feminine. So in order to seem more feminine she wears baggy clothing and curls in on herself to feel small. Happy ending please🙇‍♀️

Sorry if this is too long or too specific 😫 I just really like the way you write and I feel like I can trust you with an idea that is so dear to my heart!!!

Make sure to rest and drink some water.❤️"

♡All requests are anonymous, so here is the copy and pasted ask♡

Thank you so so much for the kind words!! I really appreciate and it fuels me to keep writing <3 Also, I did drink some water.

Here is your request! I hope It is how you wanted it :)

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♡You don't scare me♡Raph x Fem!Reader♡

~When you get nervous around Raph, he’s worried you are scared of him~

Word count: 3,237 (longest one-shot so far)

Warnings: Fluff, Fem reader, strong/tall reader, reader attracted to strong guys, squishmallows.

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When Apri skipped up to you, bag over her shoulder with more than a few pencils falling out the back end, you knew immediately she had planned something.

She was panting, and smiled excitedly at you. “Y/n! Guess what?”

You smile at her, stopping and helping her pick up the pencils that had just fallen out. “What?”

“So you know those friends I told you about?? The ones that don’t go to school here?” She said, grabbing the pencils with you and shoving them messily back into her bag.

“Yeah! That's the brothers right?” You say, standing back upright after you had collected the last of the pencils.

You were easily a head taller than April, had broader shoulders, and had some pretty good muscles on you. From April being small and lesser on the muscle scale, and you being tall and muscular, the comparison made many people do a double take. It just heightened the differences you two had. You two didn’t care though, you liked yourselves just as you two were. And if there were days when you would doubt it, then April was always, always here to prove just how great you were. Just like you were always there for her.

She nodded excitedly. “Yes! Mikey, Leo, Donnie-”

“And Raph,” You finished, grinning, and April nodded happily. “You talk about them a lot.”

She laughed, and you two began walking. “Yeah, I guess I do… Anyways, I had a chat with them and they invited me to bring you to their- er- house!”

Your face lit up with excitement. April had talked about these guys for years. It was about time your finally meet them

“Heck yeah! When can we go?” You ask, putting one hand into your baggy hoodie pocket. You always wore baggy clothes.

April smiled, pushing her red glasses back up into place on her nose. “After school! If you're not busy.”

You shook your head. “Nope! I’m not busy, I would love to meet them.”

April grinned. “Perfect! I’ll let ‘em know, and we can go after school!”

April found you immediately after school, which wasn’t hard. You two usually walked home together on most days anyways.

What you weren’t expecting was how far away their house was.

It seemed like you two were just walking until the crowd of kids faded away, which turned out to be the idea.

When April turned and went into an alleyway, you got really confused.

“An… Alley?” You said, raising an eyebrow and following her anyways. You trusted April, and knew she wasn’t going to lead you anywhere dangerous.

April nodded her head side to side. “Well… Yes.. I mean, they aren’t living in the alley…”

She walked over to the sewer gate and lifted the lid. You stared at the sewer entrance.

You raised an eyebrow, and put a hand on your hip.“Ok, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

You trusted April. She had been your best friend for a long time. You two had done a lot of crazy things when you were little; from pulling amazing parkour stunts on the couches to playing Floor is Lava. You two did it all. Now that you two were older, you had broadened the area of things you two could do; the mall, movies, drawing, unfortunately homework, and you still were the all-time champion of floor is lava.

Even after everything, how April managed to convince you to go into the sewers, you still didn’t know.

That didn’t matter now, you were walking in a sewer tunnel next to April, narrowly dodging some unmentionable things you avoided looking at.

But in all honesty, it wasn’t that bad. It was at first, but the further and closer you got the cleaner it was. Soon the smell went away entirely, and the tunnel was empty and clean. The smell was so gone, that you actually started smelling… Pizza?

The sheer thought of smelling pizza in a sewer tunnel attempted to trigger your gag reflex.

“April… is that pizza?” You ask, feeling nauseated and looking at her like this whole thing was crazy. You were open minded, but this was getting crazy.

April smiled and nodded. “Heh, yeah, the boys like pizza… Mikey is probably cooking some.”

“Ok… So how close… are… we?” You trail off as you turn a corner, seeing an entrance to what you could only assume was the brothers house. It looked really nice on the inside, from what you could see. Pizza boxes, skate ramps- like the whole place was a skate park on the inside. And that was only what you could see.

April stepped inside.

"She’s here!” She called into the layer.

“Ok!” A light-toned male voice called back. “Tell us when you're ready!”

April turned back to face you.

You glanced around to see the lack of brothers. “Are… They hiding?”

April nodded nervously. “There’s a couple of things I need to explain first…”

You raised an eyebrow and fidgeted with your hoodie drawstrings. It wasn’t out of nervousness, you were excited.

“Ok… What is it?” You ask.

April nodded her head side to side. “So… Before you meet them, you need an open mind.”

“April, you know me. I am a very open minded person- as long as they aren't walking crocodiles living in the sewers I'm fine.”

April blinked. “How does a turtle sound?”

You raised both eyebrows. “I like turtles… But what does that have to do with them?”

April smiled slightly. “Mikey, why don’t you come on out!”

You got slightly excited; you had heard so much about the brothers already, and knew that Mikey was the artistic younger brother.

Mikey slowly side-stepped out from around the corner, a large smile on his face.

He was… Green? With an orange mask and a… Turtle shell??

Your jaw dropped and you blinked. You were frozen like that for a while.

Mikey turned kind of shy, giving a small wave.

You waved back, and finally took a breath. “M… Mikey?”

His face lit up into a smile. “Yep! I’m Mikey!!”

You smile a little. “Wow! You're a… Turtle!!”

Mikey smiled back. “Yep! A mutant turtle teenager!”

You smiled back happily, taking a step towards him, and walking around him. You were a head taller than he was. You looked down at his shell, his green skin, and the yellow spots on his shoulders.

“Wow!” You exclaimed, looking back at April, who smiled. “Wait- are your brothers turtles too??”

Mikey nodded. “Yep! Would you like to meet them?”

You nodded, smiling, eyes wide with shock and excitement.

“Leo! Donnie! Come on out!” Mikey called.

A turtle in a blue mask came out around the corner. The first thing you noticed was that he was a different color green, and he had red crescents around his eyes. He was as tall as you were, close enough that you could probably only tell who was taller by standing side by side.

He waved his hand.

“What’s up Y/n! I’m Leon!” He said in his show-offey-tone.

You waved back. “Hi Leon!” You said happily.

A turtle in purple came out next. You noticed he had a head wrap instead of a bandana, and he had a pair of goggles mounted on his head. His shell looked different too, like it was metal. And you more than quickly realize it was.

“My name is Donnie, Donatello, and to my loving brother here, Donald,” He said with a sarcastic monotone voice.

You smile, watching Leo lean an arm on Donnie’s shoulder. You give Donnie a wave too.

“Wait, isn’t there one more brother?... Raph right?” You ask the brothers.

Mikey nods. “Yes in deedy! But there is something you should know first… Raph is a little… Bigger than the rest of us. He wanted me to tell you that first before you met him.”

You shrug. “I am bigger than most people my age, too.”

Mikey smiles. “He may look big and scary, but he really is the sweetest guy…”

You smile and nod, looking around the corner to where the other brothers came out from.

“Raph? You can come out,” You say.

Then, a turtle who was two heads taller than Leo, and at least twice his size, came out around the corner. He was strong, his arms and legs loaded with muscle, and he had spikes protruding from the top and back of his plastron and back of his shell.

One small tooth poked out from the right side of his mouth, and he smiled nervously when he spoke, clearly shy.

“Hi… I’m Raph...”

You smiled, and gave him a nervous wave. For someone who was generally outgoing, you suddenly became very shy. You didn’t know exactly why.

Raph smiled, and looked towards Mikey with a smile. For him, it was just a win that you didn’t run away.

“H-hi Raph… I’m Y/n,” You say, smiling up at him but, then looking away back at the other brothers as you felt it growing harder and harder to keep eye contact.

Raph beamed, and nodded happily. “Nice to meet you!”

The brothers and April smiled.

The pizza timer dingged, and everyone looked towards the doorway to the kitchen.

“Time to eat! Y/n, how do you feel about pizza?” Mikey asked, rocking on his heels excitedly.

You grinned at him. “I love pizza!”

It had been about a month since then, and you and April would hang out with the turtles everyday after school.

You and the turtles had gotten closer, you would play games with Leo and Donnie, and make art with Mikey. You really wanted to train or hang out with Raph, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Something about him was just so… You didn’t want to explain it. But whatever it was, it was making you nervous. You would fidget, avoid eye contact with him, and get much, much quieter. You just couldn’t get yourself to stop being so shy around him, even though you really wanted to hang out with him.

April and the other brothers didn’t seem to notice, and if Raph noticed. He had avoided you multiple times before. He knew he was big, scary and intimidating, and he thought you just hadn’t gotten used to him yet.

“Hey guys! How about we play a board game?” Mikey called out to the others from where he was playing his video game with you. You had gotten pretty good at that fighting game, and Mikey was getting a little playfully worried that you would beat him soon. That was his high score on the line after all.

You grinned. “Perfect!”

“That sounds great!” April said excitedly, then got up from her spot next to Leo. The two of them had been watching a cartoon on his phone. “I’ll go get one!”

Raph came excitedly into the room, ushering Donnie in as well. Donnie didn’t seem all that pleased about the idea, but perhaps that was just the aloof-bad-boy persona he was trying to perfect.

Everyone gathered around the table, standing over it as April brought in the game, she had chosen Sorry.

You were bubbling with excitement as everyone gathered around… Until Raph took his spot across from you, smiling that adorable smile that had been playing on loop in your head for the past few weeks.

Your heart (for reasons you didn’t want to sort out-) started to flutter again. You took a firm hold of your hoodie drawstrings, seeming to shrink a little. Your smile was still genuine, but it seemed lesser, like you were suddenly self conscious and shy.

The others didn’t notice as they were setting up the game, but Raph did. He always did. He always noticed that you got nervous around him. He really did think you were just shy around him at first, but you had known him for weeks and you still were like this…

Raph’s smile seemed to fade a little too.

Just as they were handing him his game token, he put his hands up and took a step backwards.

“Sorry guys, Raph just forgot that he was supposed to help Dad clean up the living room…” Raph said, speaking in the third person again. Normally you thought that it was adorable when he did that, but something about the way that he was speaking seemed off.

Mikey raised an eyebrow. “You can do it after, I’m sure Dad wouldn't mind if-”

“No, no, Mikey, I told him I would… You guys go ahead and play. Raph’ll catch up with you later…” He said, and walked off towards the living room where his dad was always watching his commercials.

The brothers exchanged glances, and April got up to go after him, when you stopped her.

“I’ll go get him. You guys go ahead and start, Raph and I will join in the next round,” You say, and follow where Raph had left.

Raph wasn’t in Splinter's room.

You checked the dojo, and the skate ramp before finally finding him in his room.

You heard moving from within his room, but his curtain was pulled covering the door so you didn’t let yourself in. Instead you knocked on the doorframe.

“R-Raph? Are you coming?” You asked.

“Uh- Y/n… Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute…” Raph said. You stood quietly for a moment.

“Can I come in?” You asked.

“Yeah… Sure,” He said.

You stepped through the curtain into his room. He was sitting on his bed, the mattress bowing beneath his weight.

His room was nice, a few posters, some weapons hung up, and a few scratches on the walls from his spikes. It was pretty clean, surprisingly.

The one defining feature was the squishmallow on his bed, each neatly in place. That made you smile.

He watched you expressionless for a moment.

You watched him.

“Can I sit down…?” You asked quietly. He nodded.

You sat down next to him. It was weird being smaller than someone, you were normally much taller than the rest of your peers, so sitting next to someone so much bigger than you was almost a relief. You more than often hunched over to make yourself feel smaller, but next to Raph you felt like you didn’t have to do that. It makes you feel more comfortable in your own skin.

Raph watched you for a moment. “Why did you come to get me?”

You shrug, playing with your hoodie drawstrings again. “The others got worried when you left, so I volunteered to come and get you.”

Raph nods a little. “But… Why?”

You shrug again, seeming nervous. “I wanted you to come and play.”

Raph looked slightly surprised, shifting so he was facing you. “But… You don’t like Raph. I make you scared… Why would you want me there?”

You look extremely confused. “What? Scared? You don’t make me scared, Raph.”

Raph shook his head, his voice quiet. “But I do… I'm big… I’m scary… I make you scared..”

You looked at him like he was crazy. “What? Why would I be scared of you! You're one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met!”

He blushes a little at the compliment. “But… You're always fidgeting when you're around me… You get quiet. You don’t like hanging out with Raph.”

You shake your head, reaching up and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I love to hang out with you, Raph… Actually it’s been making me a little disappointed that you keep avoiding me.”

Raph nodded. “Sorry… Raph just thought you would like it better if I stayed away…” His eyes dropped down to the mattress.

You shook your head. “Raph, why would you think that? You don’t make me scared, or intimidated at all…”

“Y/n, I’m a giant mutant snapping turtle. You do get nervous around me. You don’t have to be sorry for that, I get it,” He said, attempting to give you a fake smile, but you saw right through it.

“Raph… I do get nervous around you, but it’s not because I think you're scary. Promise… But I get where you're coming from… Actually, you're a lot like me. I’m so much bigger than everyone else my age, and I'm not trying to brag, but I'm pretty strong in comparison to them, too. I’ve had a lot of people avoid me before.”

Raph looks at you, waiting for you to continue. When you don’t, he speaks.

“So… If you're not scared… Then why are you so nervous?” He asks. You put your hands in your lap and fidget a little again.

“W-well… See… I…” You stutter.

Raph looks confused.

You sigh, taking a deep breath.

“Well, I… I kind of have a thing for big strong guys…” You mutter.

Raph blinks, and blushes without his expression changing.

His eyes widened. “Oh- so you're not scared of me- you… you just have a thing for big strong guys?”

You nod a little, feeling your own cheeks burn.

Raph’s eyes widen even more. “Wait- I’m a big strong guy!”

You chuckle, and nod.

His jaw drops momentarily and he blushes. “Ohhhh- so you think i’m-” He puts a finger to his chest and waits for you to speak.

You nod again. “Y-yeah…”

His face lights up into a bright smile. “S-so you think I’m… Attractive?”

“Yeah… Very…” You say, feeling your cheeks burn. You are smiling a little, but taking out all of your nerves on your hoodie drawstrings.

Raph grins and he blushes. “So you're not scared of me?”

You shake your head, smiling.

Raph nods, grinning. He blushes a little more. “Y/n… Can I tell you something?”

You nod, still blushing. “Of course…”

“Well… I kind of have a thing for strong girls…” He smiled, face as red as his mask.

You blush, looking down at the mattress with a grin.

“So… You…” You say and wait for him to answer.

He nods. “You probably don’t realize it… But you're really cute, Y/n…” He blushes a lot.

You smile, blushing and feeling awkward. “T-Thanks…”

You two sit in the silence for a moment.

“So… You probably think that someone as big and strong as I am is weird for collecting squishmallows then…” Raph said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

You immediately shake your head. “Nope! I’ve got a few at home too.”

Raph’s eyes lit up. “Really! What ones? What are their names?”

You grin. “I’ve got Abby the octopus, Caddie the cat, and Darex the dinosaur!”

Raph grinned. “Cool! I have quite a few… I can show you if you want!”

You nod excitedly, and Raph shifted so he could show you his collection better…

For the next half hour, you and Raph talk about both of your squishmallows, and the conversation slowly shifts from your favorite tv shows, to your favorite foods, and your favorite music.

You and Raph learned a lot more about each other, and you two grew much, much closer.

Eventually April comes up to say the second round is starting, and you two play the game with the others.

And this time, when Raph stands across the counter from you and smiles that adorable smile of his, you smile back.

And if you get nervous, he knows it’s not about his appearance or that you think he’s scary…

…It’s because you like him…

…And he might just like you back…

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Hope you like it! Thank you very much for the request! <3

This one ended up being longer, my brain took the story and ran with it lol

I am currently working on 4 other requests, and I will write them in the order I received them :)

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taste-your-silhouette · 10 months

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Hello, dove! how are you? I saw the "if not for you" work you did and loved it! i dont know if you are taking requests or not, but i was wondering if you could do some hcs or a small imagine where Damiano has a younger sister (23), and she follows him everywhere bc she hasnt seen him in a while and wants to tell him about a boy she likes and how to confront said boy. But then he gets mad at her by accident from stress and then it gets pretty angsty and ends with fluffyness! TYSM! take care <3

Hi, cutie! I'm doing great, how about you? I loved to know you loved "If not for you!! Thanks for your request, your idea was awesome, and I had a blast writing this fic, I hope you enjoy it 💙

Apri la vela, dai, viaggia leggera

Words: ~2161 The same A/N: Please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading. (y/d/n) your date's name.

You had just arrived in Rome. After enduring 3 grueling years in Vancouver pursuing an extension course, you were finally back home, near your beloved family. Those 3 years would have been insufferable if it weren't for one extraordinary individual.

(y/d/n) and you crossed paths at the beginning of the course. During the first year, you were simply pals. You were still recovering from a platonic love, and although taking the course offered a great escape, it could be downright challenging at times. You longed for home constantly, especially for your brother Damiano. He was your favorite human being, your superhero, and being apart from him for these 3 years was incredibly tough. Not being able to chat with him before bedtime and share your daily experiences was difficult. With the remarkable success of Måneskin, you adore the band and words can't express how proud you are of Damiano, Vic, Ethan, and Thomas. Yet, there remains a twinge of sadness, knowing that your brother is not by your side to offer advice and fulfill his role as the older sibling.

As Damiano's schedule was hectic, and communication was challenging due to the tour and its finals, your parents played a vital role in ensuring your homecoming was flawless. With Damiano's return too, everything would be as if it were an ordinary day until you arrived back home.

I'm at the front entrance, could you kindly open it for me? You sent a text to your mom, and within moments, she and your dad were beaming with joy that you had arrived.

After numerous hugs and a few tears, his parents called out to Damiano, who was upstairs, enticing him with the best trick in the book: using pizza as a lure.

"Finally, I was famished," Damiano grumbled as he descended the stairs. And when you came into his line of sight of him, he let out a scream followed by an expletive.

He dashed towards you and scooped you up in a bear hug.

"How? When did you get here?" he inquired, stepping back slightly to get a better look at you. "Look at you, all grown up!" He embraced you tightly once again, holding on a little longer this time.

After Damiano, his parents, and you shared more hugs and the atmosphere settled, the four of you gathered around the table to indulge in the pizzas that had conveniently arrived just moments before you. As you enjoyed the meal, you caught up on various topics, skillfully avoiding the secret you had been keeping from Damiano.

"Damiano, how long are you planning to stay at home?" you inquired.

"I have this whole week off, but on Friday, we're flying to Barcelona. The tour is in Europe now," he replied, helping himself to another slice of pizza.

"Hmm, that sounds cool. Can I join you?"

He glanced at you suspiciously, trying to gauge whether you wanted to come along to simply enjoy the show or if there was something more to it. Eventually, he gave in to the idea of spending more time with you, making up for the three years apart and his absence.

The days until Friday flew by, and you had a great time with your family and made some new friends. Even Vic, Ethan, and Thomas came over to your place to throw a small, wild homecoming party.

On Friday, Damiano woke you up with a scream.

"Rise and shine! If you want to keep up with the pace around here, you'll need to get up before the sun," he shouted, bursting into laughter and tossing a teddy bear at you.

You despised waking up early. Why not just tell him about (y/d/n) and go back to sleep?

Ahhh, the temptation is strong, but NO!

You gather the essence of your love for (y/d/n). Take a refreshing shower and grab the bags you packed for a few days away.

Throughout these days, you and Damiano had incredible moments together. You played tons of video games, he took you on a shopping spree where you got a whole new wardrobe, you binge-watched the Harry Potter movies, and finally finished Game of Thrones (a series you started watching three years ago but didn't complete due to the events that unfolded in your lives). You cherished the shared experiences and wished for a chance to update Damiano about your journey with (y/d/n) over the past three years. You were certain Damiano would adore (y/d/n), but you also anticipated his reaction when he discovered you were dating someone, especially someone living in a different country.

You're at the airport, patiently waiting for the Barcelona flight to board. Meanwhile, Damiano is peacefully snoring on your shoulder while you're texting with (y/d/n). It's becoming increasingly challenging to find the right moment to tell Damiano about your relationship with (y/d/n). (y/d/n) is eagerly anticipating his reaction, and each day that passes without you revealing the truth feels like a strain on your connection. It weighs heavily on your heart, causing aching discomfort.

"Y/N, are you embarrassed by me or something? 'Cause I just don't get it..." This question has been lingering in your mind ever since your last phone call with (y/d/n)

on Wednesday morning.

Feeling frustrated with the whole situation, you put your phone aside and gaze ahead. Vic, who is sitting across from you, notices your distress and furrows her brow.

"Everything okay?" she asks, without the sound of her voice.

You simply shake your head and rest it against Damiano's head, closing your eyes.

When you arrive at the hotel where the five of you and the whole team will be staying, Vic informs the front desk that you and she will be sharing a room.

"No, she won't. She's my little sister, I've been away from her for 3 years, she's staying with me," Damiano argues.

"She can't stand being attached to you anymore, you're so annoying," Vic retorts.

Just as you were about to speak up, Vic stops you, grabbed your arm, and takes the room card.

"Next time, be quicker, dummy," she playfully taunts Damiano, laughing.

You both laughed as he playfully cursed at the two of you.

As you enter the room, you plop down on the bed and let out a sigh.

"Okay," Vic joins you, sitting next to you and looking at you, "spill the tea."

And that's exactly what you do.

"Y/N, you gotta tell to Damiano soon, I get that you might be scared of his reaction, but it's inevitable, you know? Carrying this secret around will only strain your relationship with (y/d/n) and fuck off Damiano, whether he likes it or not, you and (y/d/n) will live happily ever after," Vic advised, playfully running her fingers through your hair.

You chuckled and couldn't help but laugh at her candidness.

"Worst case scenario, I'm right here in your room," you responded, still giggling.

"Exactly! And we can hit up some awesome party too."

Both of you burst into laughter as you reminisced about the last wild party she and the boys threw to celebrate your homecoming.

"No way! So, I'm gonna go have a chat with Damiano."

You leave Vic by herself in the room and head to Damiano's room, but he's not there. So, as you make your way down to the hotel lounge, you call him, but he doesn't answer. Finally, you spot him at the hotel reception, near the exit.

"Hey, frate!" you shout at him, and he looks at you with an expression on his face that you couldn't decipher quickly enough, as it soon fades away.

You approach him, but before you can start talking, he interjects:

"What's up? Talk fast, I gotta sort some things out."

"Oh, nothing, I wanted to have a chat with you."

He's busy texting someone while you're trying to talk to him, but he glances up at you and responds:

"Can't right now, I'm heading out with Ethan, ciao."

Without another word, he turns his back on you and joins Ethan outside the hotel, and they leave without making much noise.

Hours passed quickly after you returned to the room frustrated for not being able to speak with Damiano. At least now you can talk to (y/d/n) who is trying to talk to Damiano about you guys but he's just too busy for that. That reason is better than having no reason to tell why you haven't talked to Damiano yet.

You're with Damiano in the dressing room, assisting him in getting dressed for the show. This would be the perfect moment to talk about (y/d/n) with him if he wasn't so annoyed. He's fed up with having to sing "Beggin" all the time when they have plenty of other songs they could perform, and he's griping about the in-ear headphones that are bothering his ear.

"You're tightening that ropes too much," he complains about the ropes you're fastening around his thigh.

"If I don't tighten it, your pants will come off during the show because it'll come undone," you retort.

"Like I've never gone pantless before. You're fucking squeezing me!" He screams the curse word, and you give up, leaving him alone in the dressing room.

You find Vic and Ethan making their way backstage, and you join them.

"I can't handle Damiano and his diva antics anymore," you roll your eyes.

Ethan and Vic burst into laughter, joining you in making fun of Damiano.

"Let him go pantless if he wants, he's into that," Ethan adds, concluding the joke as you reach backstage, where the sound of screaming fans grows louder.

This is the best part of tagging along to their shows—right before the performance, you can feel the anticipation and longing of so many fans. Damiano is fashionably late to the backstage scene, looking like a true rockstar.

He may be an idiot sometimes, but he's still your brother, and you can't help but feel a surge of pride in your heart for him.

As they make their way to the stage, Damiano catches your eye, winking and flashing you a smile, all set to rock the crowd.

When the gig wraps up and everyone changes their outfits, they suggest hitting up an Italian joint.

Damiano's annoyance has faded away, and the vibes are on point. The four of you are buzzing with energy, enjoying each other's company after an amazing performance. Yet, deep down, the knowledge that you're keeping something from Damiano and the fear that (y/d/n) might think you're ashamed of them is truly heart-wrenching.

"Y/N!" Damiano shouts your name. "Are you deaf? I've been calling you forever!"

"What's up? I was lost in thought, and you interrupted my flow," you grumble.

He casually drapes his arm over your shoulders as you stroll together. The restaurant is just up ahead, and little do you know, it's bustling with life and radiating vibrant energy. That's your destination.

"I've got a question for you, sis," Damiano murmurs in your ear. "Do you know that jerk?"

He points at some random dude near the restaurant, except it's not just any random dude—it's your special someone. IT'S (y/d/n) !!

"What the hell? How is this even possible?" you blurt out, not waiting for Damiano's response.

You sprint towards (y/d/n) and wrap him in a tight embrace.

"I've missed you," he whispers in your ear as you hold each other close.

"I’ve missed you so much! How did you...?" You're cut off by Damiano, who has caught up with the two of you.

"Y/N, you've got plenty of great qualities, but being discreet and cautious isn't one of them. I noticed you chatting with him all the damn time, and you never mentioned a relationship until things got messy and I got pissed off."

"He slid into my DMs on Instagram," (y/d/n) chimes in, his arms still wrapped around you. "It all happened so fast. He even bought me a plane ticket to come here."

Damiano nods in understanding and adds:

"Since you didn't spill the beans, Vic provided me with some juicy details, like his name and the fact that he's your boyfriend, isn't he? Don't underestimate my stalking skills. And I needed to know who treated you so damn well while I was out."

You can't help but burst into laughter. This all feels like a crazy dream!

"I thought you'd lose your shit when I told you," you admit.

Damiano raises an eyebrow and responds, "Yeah, I had a little freakout, but Mom and Dad talked some sense into me. It's all good. I just want you to be happy, Y/N."

You grinned and embraced Damiano tightly, giving him a big hug.

"You're the absolute coolest brother ever! Love you, bro!"

Damiano burst into a boisterous laugh, his signature trademark.

"Love you too! Now let's head inside and grab some grub. I'm starving, and I want to hear the whole story of you two."

#damiano david #må #måneskin #damiano maneskin #damiano david x reader #damiano david x you #maneskin imagine

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tackytigerfic · 5 months

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๋࣭ ⭑☔ for the ask game please! ๋࣭ ⭑

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Hello, dear Apri! thanks so much for asking. I have quite a few of these. I would never say never and in fact I have started writing all of these, to various extents, but they have been languishing in my docs for many years now so may never see the light of day.

First we have the Theo Knot fic (my eternal thanks to the Theo Knot anon) and I do really want to write this one because I think it would be really fun to tease out the tone? Like, would it be more cracky or more angsty? I think in my planning doc for this one I had the idea to bring adult Teddy into it too, with a werewolf inheritance and maybe him having a crush on Theo and that would bring tension between him and Harry... Or maybe he even has a crush on Harry and his wolfy instincts just make things worse. anyway I am mentioning this here because I really want it to happen sometime!

I also had an idea for a sentient homes fic where Harry finds out he has a country house (also left to him by Sirius) but that the house is actually "mated" or paired in some way with Malfoy Manor. Harry and Draco hate each other, and their house start ruining their lives by trying to shove them together. Lots of potential fun for healing/ redemption arc/ post-war reparation stuff. Plus country squire deliciousness.

Aaaand one other fic I have a good few thousand words written of is a multi-POV quidditch fic where Harry is a washed up somewhat slutty Quidditch star, and Draco comes back from France and buys the team Harry plays for in a last-ditch attempt to save them from relegation. I had eight scenes planned in the POVs of people like Pansy, Lee Jordan, an OC who is a young French seeker Draco recruits, Oliver Wood, Ron, and so on. I think I also had a scene with Draco wearing... gold... shorts? and then the final sex scene would be in Harry/Draco POV. anyway. i think that would be fun as I've never done a full multi POV fic.

#i wont even mention my F1 AU #the one with the fiery crash #where he just walks out of the inferno #a comes back wrong fic?#maybe?#the french campsite fic where Draco leaves England after the war #the master of death fic where harry can't die and is reckless as a result and draco does die while trying to keep up with him #and then harry goes beyond the veil to get him back #or what about the one where draco is a researcher at the Ministry and works out a way to go beyond the veil to bring Sirius back?#anyway i must finish my current lovely wip and maybe then i can get cracking on some of these!#drarry #asked and answered #wip ask game #rowing and writing

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appri-dot · 29 days

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Pspspsps

Hey

Apri

I just wanna say that your hand writing is really unique and it fascinates me. It's so pretty, and it scratches an itch in my head whenever I see it and I think it's really cool

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addaxus · 9 months

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Me and my dear partner in crime 💚 have been enjoying writing these little snippets. I’ll be putting both our versions up for “comparison.” My version was written after the OG, so credit is not all mine as always. It’s amazing the different writing styles you come across. Writing is a beautiful art in itself. Please enjoy from the two of us:

OG Possible Opening for Unforeseen

Maria: Apri Gli Occhi, Mia Figlia (Open Your Eyes, My Daughter).

Mirabel slowly opened her eyes as asked. Lain out on the bed was an emerald green tablet. It glew with viridescent light, though Mirabel could just make out something on the surface.

Mirabel: It's beautiful, Mama.

Maria: This tablet shows the future of our family.

Mirabel: How did you get it?

Maria: Long ago, your Uncle Alonzo and I found a man out in the fields surrounding our home. Winter had started setting in early, a blizzard sweeping across the territory. The man was sick and delirious with fever. I could not leave him there. Could never live with myself if I did. Yet, when I reached out to help him, he held onto me and showed me his Gift. He showed me our family would grow...

Maria lifted the tablet up, revealing an image of herself and a newborn infant in her arms.

Maria: He showed me I would be a mother. But the father remained unforeseen. We took him in, nursed him as best we could, and he returned our kindness by staying on the farm to help us through our struggles. Overtime, I fell in love with him, despite his troubles. And he felt the same, despite his self-reservations. He asked me to marry him. And after we were wed, the prophecy he had foreseen came true. I became a mother. And he became your father.

Mirabel was in awe. Her Papa had foreseen her birth. He had magic: Something she had only heard about in bedtime stories and fairytales. That must mean...

Mirabel: Is Papa a witch?

Maria: Not exactly.

Mirabel: But how can he do magic? He has to be a witch. Only witches can do magic.

Maria sighed. This girl truly was her daughter: Curious, insightful, and persistent. No wonder Alonzo found her troublesome at times. Still, not like he was any easier.

Maria: Perhaps your Papa can explain.

She turned to face the door.

Maria: Come in, Amore Mio.

The door creaked open. Standing in the entrance was a figure, seven-feet tall and cast in shadow.

Maria: Your daughter wishes to know more about your Gift, my love. It is best she hears it from you.

With a sigh, the figure moved towards them. As he drew closer, the light from the bedroom candle dispelled his dark form. What was once a seven-foot tall shadow shrunk down to reveal a 5'4 stick of a man. Close as he was, Mirabel's father kept his distance from them, his face weary and concerned. He decided to sit on a small stool rather than on the bed.

Mirabel: Papa... How did you get your Gift?

Bruno: Long ago. Before you were born. Before I met your mother. Mi Madre, your Abuela, has this magic candle. It's flame would never go out. The magic of the candle had saved her in her darkest moment. A Miracle, she called it. When I turned five, Mi Hermanas and I were given our Gifts. And we used them to help others to honor the Miracle that blessed us. And years later, I met your Mama.

Mirabel: I'm turning five in a few days. Does that mean I'll get a Gift like yours?

Bruno visibly tensed when he heard those words. Both of his hands clenched. Eyes focused down on the hard wooden floor. Mirabel was confused. Why did her Papa look so upset? Maria took this as her cue to interject.

Maria: We do not know, Mira-boo. The magic candle is hidden far away. But if you do, it won't change anything. You are still a wonderful child.

Mirabel: But if I had a Gift like Papa's, I could do so much! Wouldn't that be a good thing?

Bruno:...I think it is time for you to rest, Mirabel. Tonight has been more eventful than I am comfortable with.

Maria: Ay, Bruno. Your father is right, Mirabel. We shall see what happens.

With that, Maria tucked her daughter to bed and kissed her goodnight. She removed the emerald tablet and walked out the door. Bruno followed after her, ready to close the door behind him when...

Mirabel: Papa?

Bruno: ...Si, Mirabel?

Mirabel: Are you worried my Gift will be... bad?

Bruno: ...We cannot be certain you will even get a Gift, Hija. You are far too young to be dwelling on such things. Lord knows I have too much these past few days. A Gift ain't something worth fussing over.

With that, Bruno closed the door. Mirabel laid her head on the blanket facing the candle on her nightstand. She sighed.

Mirabel: But if I had a Gift, maybe you could finally see me and not always be so far away.

She set her glasses down on the nightstand before blowing out the candle. With her back turned to the window, she didn't notice a small golden butterfly resting against the glass.

Possible Opening To Unforeseen (My version)

“Apri Gli Occhi, Farfalla Mia. Open your eyes, my butterfly.”

In a dimly lit room, two figures sat on a makeshift bed. A mother and daughter sat together, the little girl in her lap on the bed.

When she did as her mother asked, both of their eyes were trained on an iridescent glowing tablet of green glass. In her glasses’ reflection shone the bright light, and in her eyes shared the same brightness as she gazed in awe at it. The image was hidden from view with the angle in which the tablet sat. Mere curiosity had caught her eye when the vague image had found it.

“What is it, Mama? Where’d it come from?”

Maria moved some curls from her face and carded her hands in them, looking down at the tablet, reminiscing the memories.

“It shows our family—From the past looking into the future,” Mirabel shifted in her lap, looking up from below her mother’s jaw, interested in listening, “Long ago, your Uncle Alonzo and I found a man out in the pastures surrounding our home. Winter had started setting in early, a blizzard had swept across the territory. The man was sick and delirious with fever—and wounded. I could not leave him there… I would never live with myself if I did. Yet, when I reached out to help him, he reached back and showed me his Gift when we touched. He showed me our family would grow...”

Maria gently leaned forward over Mirabel and held the tablet up with both hands, then brought it into Mirabel’s own lap, looking over her shoulder down at it with her. Mirabel’s little hand grazed over the cool glass, over the three dimensional image that seemed just within reach.

It showed her Mama with a newborn infant in her arms. Maria traced the image along with Mirabel.

“See there? He showed me I would be a mother. But the father remained unforeseen. We took him in, nursed him as best we could, and he returned our kindness by staying on the farm to help us through our struggles. Overtime, I fell in love with him, despite his troubles. And he felt the same, despite his self-reservations. He asked me to marry him after awhile, then we were wed. Some months later the prophecy he had foreseen came true. I became a mother. And he became your father.”

Mirabel seemed to be at a loss for words, bug-eyed with a slight grin. Her soon to be father in the past had seen his future daughter unknowingly. She realized he had magic: Something she had only heard about in bedtime stories and fairytales. That must mean...

“Mama is Papa a witch then?”

“No, silly, not exactly.”

Mirabel looked back and forth from the tablet to her mother in confusion.

“But only witches could do magic, right? That means that Papa would be one!”

Ah yes, Maria couldn’t help but remind herself that Mirabel was indeed her own daughter by her persistence, her intense curiosity, and deep insight. She recalled Alonzo’s grumpy mood after a short session just talking with her, but nonetheless he was still somehow patient.

“I’ll just let your papa explain it…”

Maria looked toward the door where she’d told him to wait outside.

“Come in, Amore Mio.”

The door gently creaked open and in he came, long casted shadow following to presume his seven-foot frame as foretold in the fables. The lighting was very ominous it seemed.

“Your daughter wishes to know more about your Gift, my love. It is best she hears it from you.”

Maria gently takes the vision tablet and sets it aside so Mirabel can hop off her lap and dangle her feet over the side of the bed while Maria sits next to her.

With a sigh the figure moves towards them. As he drew closer, the light from the bedroom candle dispelled his dark form. What was once a seven-foot tall shadow shrunk down to reveal a 5'4 stick of a man. Close as he was, Mirabel's father kept his distance from them, his face weary and concerned. He decided to sit on a small stool near the corner rather than on the bed.

“How, Papa?”

Bruno leans his arms on his knees and leans forward with his head to the ground.

“Long ago, before you were born—Before I met your mother, Mi Madre, your Abuela, had a magic candle. Its flame would never go out. The magic of the candle had saved her in her darkest moment—A Miracle, she called it. When I turned five, Mi Hermanas and I were given our Gifts. And we used them to help others to honor the Miracle that blessed us. And years later, I met your Mama.”

There was a short pause, so Mirabel decided to speak up.

“…I'm turning five soon. Does that mean I'll get a Gift like yours?”

Bruno froze, muscles tensing and flexing under his shirt when he heard those words. Both of his hands clenched into fists, eyes focused down on the hard wooden floor like a deer in the headlights. Mirabel was confused. Why did her Papa look so upset? Maria took this as her cue to interject and cleared her throat.

“We do not know, Mira-boo. The magic candle is hidden far away. But if you do, it won't change anything. You are still a wonderful child. To both of us.”

Mirabel nearly jumped up on her feet on the bed.

“But if I had a Gift like Papa's, I could do so much! Wouldn't that be a good thing?” She blurted excitedly.

Bruno furrowed his brows when he looked up at the two of them and cleared his throat, standing up.

“…I think… that’s enough for tonight, Mirabel. You’ve had a long day and this is going on longer than I’m comfortable with. It’s time for bed.”

“Aye, Bruno—Your father is right, Mirabel. We shall see what happens.”

With that, Maria tucked her daughter to bed and kissed her goodnight. She took the emerald tablet away and walked out the door. Bruno followed after her, ready to close the door behind him when...

“Papa?” Her little voice stopped him in his tracks and he froze again.

“What is it, Mira?” He looked her way with big eyes of dread.

“Are you worried my Gift will be... bad?”

He looked past her out her window where the clear view of their oak tree was illuminated by the moonlight.

“...We cannot be certain you will even get a Gift, Hija. You are far too young to be dwelling on such things. Lord knows I have been doing that too much these past few days. A Gift ain't something worth fussing over.”

Bruno resumed his steps and closed the door. Mirabel laid her head on the blanket facing the candle on her nightstand. She sighed deeply.

“But if I had a Gift, maybe you could finally see me and not always be so far away…” she whispered.

She set her glasses down on the nightstand before blowing out the candle. With her back turned to the window, she didn't notice a small golden butterfly resting against the glass.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #unforeseen: the fable of el ojos diablos #maria morricone #writing samples

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scary for the character ask! :) hope you're having a great day dear!

Thank you, Apri 🥺 Hope you're having a great day, too!!! 🧡🧡🧡

Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian lesbian lesbian. certified girl-liker!!!!

Gender Headcanon: I didn't originally think of her as trans, but the mutuals are in fact influencing me :0 transbian Scary is so real I've seen the light actually

A ship I have with said character: Haven't talked about it much on here but. Scargarita is so fun to me! Acquaintances to enemies to lovers I think <3

A BROTP I have with said character: SCARY AND NORMAL MEAN SO MUCH TO ME!!!! They have such sibling energy okay. "I can make fun of you but the second someone else does I'm going to beat the shit out of them" type of vibe. They're so beloved to me <333

A NOTP I have with said character: Hhhhhh romantic gothcleats I'm sorry I'm sorry!!! I'm not a hater I swear!!! They're cute in concept but I really prefer them as qpps or as friends :'(

A random headcanon: Because her mom doesn't let her get face piercings, she has a bunch of those stick-on rhinestones and studs that she applies every morning! She forgets where she puts them very frequently so people will be like "um wasn't the other side of your nose pierced yesterday" and she'll gaslight them about it a little while secretly being very happy that people pay attention to her. Also she will NEVER say who gave her the idea for this trick (Terry Jr).

General Opinion over said character: MY DAUGHTER!!! So very very beloved to me and she's just like me fr. One of the best-written teen girls of all time (while that writing is also mostly improv, which. wtf) imo.

#anywho. scary is so everything to me!!! taking her AWAY from willy bc good lord. stop that #thanks for the ask apri!#ask game #dndads #bonus scary hc: she did the egirl eyebrow slit but she thinks it looks bad on her so she's strategically grown out her bangs to cover it

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It's real sad that people have been being jerks to you in your asks.

I actually have a question about your and your wife's OCs, though! I thought I remembered something from a while back where you said Fordic only had sex with Cuvier, but now I've seen a couple drawings you did with him and Crest. Am I imagining that initial assumption, or did something change and I missed it, or something else? No problem whatever the case may be; I'm just curious!

aww, thank you! i don't feel bad though, these were just funny. (i've gotten so much worse shit along the years, i guess i've just gotten kinda numb to it)

anyway OH BOY. OH BOY!!!

*gonna put this bit under readmore cause.. ehehe...*

yes! yes i have been very much insistent of cuvier's and fordic's monogamy. it's still a thing that is 100% true, HOWEVER. crest.

crest!

crest is apri's OC who.. well. he is to apri what fordic is to me! they're our muses, we are inspired to draw them.. and turns out, it's really satisfying and fun and inspiring and just AWESOME to smash our muse babies together. especially because their personalities work so well together (by some miracle) and.. they have crazy good chemistry... and... 😩❤❤❤❤ they're both so hot, especially together. if you wanna know more about Crest/LoFA and who he is aside from "apri's muse", go ask apri -> @aprimint !

we still haven't exactly figured out how cuvier+fordic+crest would work together.. current work in progress plan is that fordic+cuvier = romantic, sexual, married fordic+crest = queerplatonic, onesided sexual/romantic from crest's side

BUT.. WELL. we decided we don't really care if it makes sense. cuvier and fordic (and the other moco OCs, like pallas, nuptus, etc) were all created for us to have fun with. we have had some webcomic plans for them, but it's all pretty much scrapped by now. they are what we make them, and what we want of them. they exist for me and apri to play with.

i do admit it was a bit of an identity crisis for me, since i've been so vehemently 44diccu only, 44diccu coded, 44diccu life, 44life 44ever, ETC.. but..

i'm having so much fun with writing and drawing and exploring crest&fordic together with apri, so.. i don't regret it one bit! who knows what the future will bring. it's all just.. evolving as we keep exploring them together!

yup. that's p much it.

#sukkareplies

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monochrome-dreamer · 8 months

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Updating my Introductory post because it’s been Nine Months since then and some things have changed !

Hey, hi, and a quick Hello to everyone ! I’m Maki, but I go by many other names such as Stripes, Apri, Mity, Olli, Sunny, Mono, Huxkeys, and dozens of others that I don’t quite feel the need to type out, but will gladly share the list of !

I’m still just a sunflower slash Sushi Roll who doesn’t do much but draw and write, along with all and none of the in between !

I write fanfiction , my own stories, headcanons, and a couple other things, and along with that I like to draw my ocs, characters I enjoy, or just something silly.

I’m a very multifandom account some of the time, but as of current I believe my primary focus will be Inazuma Eleven and my ocs. If that’s not your cup of tea, that’s fine by me ! But feel free to stick around or check in now and again to see if there’s something that is ! I’ve gotten very used to reblogging posts, so I tend to reblog a lot of my dashboard since it’s stuff that has my interest :].

Once again, just like before, feel free to ask me anything as long as it’s appropriate ! I don’t mind people sending me things like memes in the ask box, but I just ask that you keep it appropriate <3

That said, I’ll go ahead and drop this and be on my way (it includes the list of names !! Also I apologise if you can’t read my handwriting <//3 I know it’s not great 😔) ! Thank you for checking out my humble tumblr page !

This is Maki, Signing off !🌻

#meet the artist #my sona #artist sona #introductory post

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New York City

March 24, 2024 I want to take a moment here to talk about a dream I had a couplish weeks ago the night before the Baltimore Bridge collapse happened (god may those souls rest in peace), along with my movie choice the night before being "Escape from New York" (1981). A synposis of this amazing film from John Carpenter's official website says:

"It is 1997 and a nearly destroyed New York City has become a walled prison for over 3 million convicted criminals who have lost, but survived, a brutal war against the United States Police Force. In this maximum security prison-city, escape has been made impossible – every bridge is mined and walled, the surrounding waters are filled with deadly electricity and the Statue of Liberty has become just another guard tower from which officers in infra-red goggles blast, on sight, any prisoners desperate enough to try to get out. Radar scanners revolve and helicopters circle the island of Manhattan endlessly. Other than the monthly food drops made by air into Central Park these outcasts are left completely on their own to prey on each other.

Into this living hell one master criminal, Snake Plissken, is sent alone on a mission as dangerous as the criminals within its walls; he must rescue the President of the United States whose plane crashes in New York City on its way to a world summit conference; the President is carrying papers that are crucial to the survival of the United States. As a deadly incentive, to prevent Snake from abandoning his rescue mission, two devices are implanted in Snake’s head, which could blow the famous crook to pieces."

I attached some screenshots with names crossed out of an Instagram chat with a friend of mine to show some timelines and whatnot of things.

This clip below is the ending scene from that movie, where the President is seen being filmed in front of the wall by the 59th Street Bridge in the movie. In the dream I had right after I went to bed this night as described in the texts above to my friend, I was in what looked like the Oval office and was about to congratulate Joe Biden on winning the election and reached out my right hand to shake hands with him. He stared blankly and didn't even acknowledge my presence. I noticed a window behind him and what looked like a bridge going over some water before I woke up in the middle of the night for some reason. By the way, I am not into politics and am not sure why I was congratulating him on winning the election, let alone why he didn't even acknowledge my presence. Hmmm.... Is this dream also some kind of strange hint about who is not going to win the US Presidential election this upcoming November?

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I am aware a Ryan Garcia was said to have predicted this catastrophe a few weeks prior to this tragedy in Baltimore. In response to the allegations he made this prediction, he made this Tweet on March 27, 2024 at 10:47am: "As people know during that time when I was tweeting and writing a bunch of stuff. My tweets were constantly getting deleted and I was showing proof. I will say that it is not me who knows but God, the Holy Spirit speaking thru me. There is times I forget what I say, like I said I pray for the people effected in this tragedy in Baltimore. Half my tweets were deleted and not by my doing To God receive the Glory not me".

In this same Tweet however I read in a box saying "Readers added context" a note that says "Ryan Garcia did not predict the collapse of the Francis Scott Key Bridge in Baltimore, MD. The video contains a digitally altered tweet. You can tell by the blur near the blue checkmark and Ryan’s username. The tweet also does not contain a timestamp. tiktok.com/t/ZTLMQbjo5/ ". Not sure if this is his way of saying he did delete this Tweet or if he never made this Tweet to begin with. I did notice a screenshot scrolling down this link of a screenshot of a Tweet dated 3/6/24 From Earth at 8:25am saying "June 6 Earthquake BAD". Interestingly enough, there was an Earthquake on April 5 (yesterday) in NYC during the UNSC Meeting that took place. But I suppose we'll wait and see what happens in June ha ha. My guides always say to me "dates and times are no good" because of how divine blueprints work. What is true today may not be tomorrow when it comes to dates, times, etc.

April 3, 2024 I also came across a post earlier today from someone's Instagram story as well as seeing the same post on my own feed via another account of the Statue of Liberty being struck by lightning on April 3, 2024. The photo looks as though the lightning bolt is striking the torch and lighting it on fire.

Gaza and the UNSC Meeting Interrupted in NYC

Now, let's talk about the 4.8 magnitude Earthquake that happened in NYC on April 5, 2024 that interrupted a United Nations Security Council meeting with regards to Gaza. I'm not going to get into the politics about Gaza as this is not the focus of this post here. I however feel the need to mention this in terms of how some people believe this was predicted in the Bible, although others say it was in fact other attacks. I have a feeling that if the Bible is correct about things at all that with everything going on now it is this particular attack that took place on October 31, 2023. The earthquake during a meeting that happens to interrupt a UNSC meeting about Gaza is a very noteworthy event in my opinion. Timing is everything...

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I want to also take this chance to talk about a dream I had about 3 weeks prior to that residential building in central Gaza being struck by Israel via air that killed 106 people. I'm not here to talk about the politics of what's going on over in Gaza, although I do hope things deescalate soon and that those souls lost do rest in peace. The focus of this post is the dreams I had and the timing of which things have been occurring.

In this dream I had, I saw what looked like a "factory" somewhere in the desert near a cliffside. I saw some mist coming from this factory with conveyor belts and such and then approached this place closer. I saw what looked like a few "terror dogs" from Ghostbusters appearing out of the mist and eventually off the conveyor belt after it stopped moving. As strange as this may sound, I approached one of them and touched its head particularly forehead and around the muzzle and discovered it was very calm. I walked away after touching this "terror dog" or as the demons put it Hellhounds.

I then started following a couple bipedal demons with wings, darkened skin (one almost reminded me of the Jeepers Creeper monster but had more horns on its head, the other had snakes for hair a lot like Medusa) along with 2 of these "terror dogs" or Hellhounds that were walking besides these 2 demons. They were looking at me and pointing at different things telling me what different areas of the factory are and whatnot. I strangely enough didn't feel threatened by these demons but more like a welcomed guest or visitor to their factory so to speak. I heard one of them mention us being in Israel at one point. I woke up after standing by the cliff with a rock bridge going across it, and seeing what looked like a city in the distance.

It seems to me every time I have dreams pertaining to hellhounds, am made aware of hellhound activity going on somewhere, etc. something bad is going to happen near that place if not at it or what will happen involves the place somehow. I think I want to start documenting my dreams better via dream journal and perhaps start sharing my notes on here...

#baltimore bridge collapse #gaza under attack #dreams #hellhounds #nyc earthquake #psychic messages #demons #Youtube

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