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bones4thecats · 1 month

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Their S/O Is Related To Their Enemy

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: Their S/O Is Related To Their Enemy Characters: Toffee of Septarsis, Bill Cipher, and Lord Hater Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts

A/N: Much like with my Vivziepop pieces, I will have the species of the reader underneath their header images. I had no ideas for HIM since I couldn't find a good connection for a reader and him in the relation to the girls context. I hope you do like this first creation of mine! Have great rests of your nights/days!

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Mewman! Reader ; Big Sibling of Moon Butterfly and Aunt of Star Butterfly

☄️ As the eldest child of Queen Comet Butterfly and Count Lazlo Marmalade of Lushreach, you were always held into high regards when it came to political affairs

☄️ While your parents mainly handled the more detailed affairs, you would watch over Moon as she aged. From looking over her when she was a toddler till when she grew old enough to organize herself into the many issues your kingdom faced

☄️ During those many years, you had held her hand throughout every single hardship that came her way. And you planned to hold her hand throughout this war that the Mewmans and Monsters faced

☄️ And even during these kind of dire situations, you always stayed strong to your family. But, when your mother and father decided to pass you up for your sister, saying she would fit better as the ruler, you snapped

☄️ You knew the only reason they chose her was because she was more like them; close minded on Monsters and Mewmans regaining trust in one another. While you were far more accepting and willing to work with the Monsters

☄️ Jumbling up all your stuff and jumped down from your room's window before sliding and sneaking outside with expect parkour practice, you landed by the woods and looked back at your sister's window, seeing the light turn off

" I am so sorry, Moon... but I cannot stay in such a corrupted land any longer... "

☄️ During your expedition to find some kind of Monster civilization, you had dodged many forced from your kingdom, each speaking of how your family needed you back home, much to your annoyance

☄️ It was during this travel that you came across an injured Septarsis, one that you learned the name of, Toffee. And, during your many years of living alongside one another, you shared your life stories, from your childhoods to your wishes, it was all out in the open to show your trust

☄️ Toffee wasn't very big on the royal family, viewing the abuse of power they held as illogical, and eventually viewing the magic they hold as overkill. But, for some weird reason, you didn't bother him

☄️ And he had to admit, watching the little offspring of his enemy Moon Butterfly look at you in shock as she tried fighting her blood made him smirk

" Uhm- Toffee? Why are you smiling at this? Isn't Y/N supposed to be just grabbing the wand and coming back here? " " Oh, you'll understand in a few seconds... "

☄️ Star was trying not to harm you, sending minor spells at you, trying to just knock you on your butt so she could just ask you why you had left and why you were siding with Ludo and the rest of his gang

☄️ Once she did, she was shocked to see that the markings on your cheeks, the ones that matched your mother's, but they were faded and covered with thin-lined x's

☄️ You then burst up and kicked the young girl away, bidding farewell as you pocked your cheek and stuck your tongue out mockingly before winking at where the camera laid for Toffee and the forces to see

" I-Is she...? " " I told you. You would find out soon... now! Y/N, I would like to congratulate you on retrieving such an important tool; Star's mistrust of her mother. Good job, my royal. "

☄️ Smirking at your husband, you pecked his cheek and looked at the boys as you handed Ludo a small portion of magic sealed from Star's wand, and just this amount would be good for now

☄️ Toffee then looked at your marks, which slightly glowed with magic... how troublesome could it be if that little brat got to your mind? He didn't want to even think of that...

Human! Reader ; Older Cousin of Dipper and Mabel Pines (Early-30s)

👁️ Being only a baby when the incident occurred between your father, Stanford Pines, and your uncle, Stanley Pines, you had often questioned the point of why there were so many weird things happening in your small town

👁️ Gravity Falls always had small details that made no sense to you, and as you grew up being raised by your money-obsessed uncle, you had written these things down in a journal that you had numbered 4 with a hand-print that, by what your uncle said, was your father's

👁️ You always had these small visions growing up, from seeing some kind of weird gnomes around the woods to seeing a kind of large minotaurs (which were supposedly called 'MAN-otaurs for some reason?)

👁️ But none of those compared to the small triangle man that appeared in your dreams and would mess around with you from time to time as you grew older

👁️ And, when your little cousins, Dipper and Mabel Pines, had come by to spend the summer at the Mystery Shack with you and your uncle, these visions seemed to happen more often and get more and more vivid

👁️ This 'demon' has you labeled him, had been caught by you staring at your cousins as they slept for weeks, and because of the worry you felt for the two, you began to lose sleep, alarming your family and friends

👁️ Eventually, after being scolded by Stanley and having been forced by Mabel and Wendy to lay down for at least a couple hours, you had fallen into a deep rest as Mabel's pig, Waddles, laid beside you

👁️ You had awoken inside of a dark field, one that you had been in multiple times beforehand, and hearing the very light-sounding maniacal laughter of a triangle demon you called a 'friend', you turned around

👁️ A flaming yellow triangle appeared and allowed the 'one-eyed Dorito' as you called him to be summoned

👁️ He adjusted his bowtie and floated with his cane leaning against literal air as you groaned and motioned for him to come nearby, making him laugh and ask if you missed him

" Oh, I didn't miss you par say... I just missed doing THIS! "

👁️ Wrapping your arms around his frame you wrestled the three-sided demon into the grass and made him laugh at your actions, his arms and legs flaying about to try swatting you away without any use of his powers

👁️ Once you finally stopped wrestling the demon, or rather, stopped wrestling Bill, he had popped his hat of his head and began to ask you the questions you always said you had no comment on

" So, about the two flesh-bags your related too. " " You mean my cousins? Dipper and Mabel? " " Yeah! Pine Tree and Shooting Star! They've been getting far too close to my plans, and you know what happens to those who get too close. They go- "

👁️ Holding his palm up to the sky, he made a small figurine of an unknown man before lifting his opposite hand and smashing it, making a paint-like substance flay onto yours and his 'faces'

" SPLAT! And, I know how much you care about those life-forms. Now, since your father and uncle aren't in my reach anymore, I figured that you could talk to them about maybe taking a couple days off from monster-hunting, y'know, and allow me to work on this more~ " " Bill. We've talked about this once and we've talked about it a million times- " " Actually more like 7, but go on... " " A million times. Anyone with a somewhat functioning brain like Old Man McGucket's can notice how stubborn they- well, Dipper is on unraveling this town. It'd take a miracle to show him enough to get him to back away from his mission. " " Yeah, a miracle. Interesting point, human. "

👁️ Cocking an eyebrow and holding your hand out as if to grab something, Bill narrowed and widened his one eye largely as a small cat with silver hair and yellow highlights appeared in your hands, obviously with one eye that's colors were opposite (white <--> black)

👁️ Smiling and petting the demonic-looking feline, you looked back at Bill and held the cat as he made a ball of yarn to play with the animal, underneath his eye a small pink flush growing

👁️ You were by-far the most entertaining human he had ever met- even if you were related to that traitorous man you had to call your father

Alien / Star-Nomad! Reader ; Wander's Older Sibling and Main Guardian

⚡ Your younger brother is a very energetic being, and if you were for certain, you'd call him the most energetic being in the whole Universe

⚡ You had spent most of your life watching over your brother as he and his friend, Sylvia, spread themselves around the many different worlds during their travels. With you being the one who had to get them out of many bad situations

⚡ But, a few years prior, you had given the two permission to travel on their own, meaning they could not afford to get into massive trouble since you wouldn't be there

⚡ They had been doing well as you traveled on your own, and during one of your more random leaps to another world, you had met a small eyeball with a tiny body who called himself 'Commander Peepers'

⚡ You had stared at the guy and cocked an eyebrow and heard a yell of Peeper's name, making you both look up in shock, though yours was hidden far better

" L-Lord Hater! To what do I owe the pleasure? " " You owe everything to this pleasure! Also, we're out of cheese dip. "

⚡ The cloaked man had looked up at you and lightly tilted his head before looking down at you and furrowing his eyebrows in both frustration and confusion

" Who is this, Peepers? " " I'm not sure myself, Sir. They had just appeared out of nowhere. " " You! Who are you?! " " I'm Y/N. Intergalactic Traveler. "

⚡ Lord Hater looked at you up and down, you looked like what the average Star-Nomad would appear, but you had a height advantage, maybe being a couple heads shorter than the Lord himself

⚡ You looked right back at him and scoffed lightly before asking him such a bold and broad question that not many would dare ask on that planet

" Why do you look like some kind of rock-emo with a deep voice? "

⚡ Commander Peepers looked at you in shock and back at Lord Hater, fear consuming his soul as he wondered one thing and one thing alone; How in the name of everything did you just ASK him that?!

⚡ Lord Hater began to chuckle and smirk at you, his skeleton eye glaring at you as they glowed lighter green in irritation

" Why do you look like some kind of wannabe villain? "

⚡ So, to sum it up, your first meeting wasn't the best one...

⚡ But, after a few more attempts to be civil to one another landed you a part as a new member of the Hater Army, your spot laying alongside Commander Peepers, though you were more of a spy than anything

⚡ And life was doing pretty well, you and Lord Hater had begun to court and try getting your traits to collide and mix well with your new lives together as Peepers had to keep you from snapping the hot-head's neck every week

⚡ When Wander, the brother that you had sent away, came back and found you alongside Lord Hater, his eyes sparkled; had you found someone that you loved like him?!

⚡ Sylvia and Hater do not get along at all, only putting up with one another for you and Wander, since they both knew how dear you guys were to one another

⚡ Commander Peepers and you always have to keep Hater from jumping up and trying to kill Wander for his antics, such as trying to play tag with him, resulting in you taking the day off and heading to a nearby planet

⚡ He and Wander see each other far differently

⚡ Wander adores your lover, whenever you ask him what he thinks of the Lord, he always laughs and gives you an honest and optimistic opinion as you smile and laugh at his small story of his last game with him

⚡ Hater on the other hand, does not share well things. Instead, it results in him whining about how annoying your younger brother was, and that turns into a sob story of a failed accomplishment, which led to him being curled in your lap with a large pink blanket around his frame

⚡ While they may not have the best bond, Hater can put up with your brother if it means you'll stay by his side. You're the best thing he had ever held to himself, alongside his planetary conquers of course!

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copperbadge · 2 years

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Mister Copperbadge, longtime follower, first time question asker- have you seen that Guy Fieri has a DESSERT trash can now?? it involves cannoli chips, pretzels, and chocolate toffee bits, among the notables. (also very much enjoying the Shivadhverse, and thank you for your writing, both fandom and otherwise, they've been a source of joy for many years. hello to Dearborn and Polk, who similarly have been sources of joy, though more limited in literary endeavors)

Oh, oh no.

It's beautiful. It's monstrous. How does he do it? What ancient god is he channeling?

You can get a kit to make your own for like $80. It comes with a custom trash can. For serving it. And I cannot invent something for Eddie to cook, serve, or sell, which is more ridiculous than this.

And honestly, it doesn't seem super complicated. I have mascarpone in the freezer, and I can easily make or buy the rest of the ingredients. In fact I could make this with mascarpone, chopped up chocolate sponge cake from a failed (but still edible) recipe I tried last week, almond thins and toffee chips from Trader Joe's, homemade salted caramel sauce, and chocolate ganache. I could class this up, which would only make it bougier, and that's a singular paradox I'm interested in.

This has brought so much joy to my morning. I am petting the cryptids more or less as we speak, telling them all about the havoc the internet wreaks on their father on a regular basis.

#food #guy fieri #glorious

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mdhwrites · 1 year

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So, what made the villains in Amphibia, DuckTales 2017, maybe Star vs seasons 1-3, and Gravity Falls like Andrias, the Core, Grime, Sasha, Magica, Bradford, Lunaris, Glomgold, Ludo, Toffee, Meteora, Gideon, and Bill Cipher work better than TOH's villains like Belos and the Collector?

Okay so on the one hand, it's reasonable to ask me about what makes something work if The Owl House is failing at it. I'm assuming the same person though has sent me this sort of ask three times now where it's like "Hey, if TOH fucked this up, what makes it work for these others" and its kind of uncomfortable for me. First there's just the fact that I have not seen any of these series to their endings. I've watched one season of Star, literally a handful of Gravity Falls episodes and a season and a half of Amphibia. I cannot do the deep dives on any of these shows that I can do with TOH that help highlight them. But perhaps more importantly: I don't like the DIRECT opposition of these shows against each other. I have done blogs like that and even on a subject like this I've mentioned Amphibia's monsters. That's to prove an overall point though and to teach about the writing. When the thesis is "Why are these shows better than TOH" it gets... It gives the impression that if I can't prove ALL of these correct, then you won't believe the original analysis which goes into why these elements don't work and thus also does go into partially why they do work. And that's not a good place to be in a debate. It's just kind of uncomfortable and sets a bad precedent. Like if you just want to know what good villain writing looks like... Ask that. Until very recently I was calling myself a professional writer for a reason. I know what I'm talking about. I can just go into what makes a good one off villain versus a big bad, a good organized villain and not, etc. like that and I'll figure out examples that work well for the concept of the lesson. And that's the thing: I talk about this stuff as lessons, not to prove TOH is categorically worse than anything else out there. That's not my goal and explicitly attacking it while uplifting other modern cartoons is explicitly trying to prove why TOH is worse than them and I'm not comfortable with that. Just as a quick example though for what a villains lesson from me would look like, one part of it is absolutely tone. If we aren't SUPPOSED to take the threat seriously, than a goofball villain is great. Look at Jack Cypher from Xaolin showdown. He's the main bad guy for a WHILE and he works really well for while the series isn't that serious and then they swap in for a tonally consistent big bad when they get more dramatic. Jessie and James aren't great villains because they're successful but because they facilitate a LOT of great silliness keeping in tone with childishness of Pokemon. But these are also consistent villains who when they bare their teeth, that shock hits both the story and the viewer but also only if it's earned, just like Zuko turning good only works as a villain redemption because he earns that right to change his inherent tone. The Collector and Belos don't do this. They're tonally inconsistent. We never really know how seriously we're supposed to take Belos because the show has a hard time keeping him intimidating while glorifying Luz. It's part of what makes Elsewhere Elsewhen suck so much. We can't take Belos as seriously anymore and we're not sure what his tone is supposed to be when we're obviously meant to think Philip is kind of an idiot, one note asshole, etc. like that and then all the mystique and threat Belos is simultaneously terminated. The Collector similarly is meant to be tonally a big threat and problem which lasts until the end of King's Tide. After that, his tone is literally anything but threatening so you're just waiting for his redemption that won't be earned and bored the rest of the time. And those are just big bads. One off villains have their own issues with tone and presentation and keeping up some sort of novelty to them. I can ABSOLUTELY do a blog about villains in general. I just don't want it to be explicitly about "Yeah, TOH fucking blows versus the modern cartoon market". That's just not my goal and it never has been.

#toh critical #the owl house criticism

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youareonlyastory · 1 year

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Asking for thoughts, Carlisle Cullen and sexting 😭 is it too much for him? What does he do when Esme starts sending him hot messages 🙃

Oh and what thoughts these are 😍.

Okay Lovely, I’m about to utterly shatter your world… because Carlisle Cullen and sexting? Lame. Gorgeously, pathetically, ashamedly lame.

His sexts to his Goddess are nothing other than sickly sweet.

‘I am thinking of you.’

‘Time without you is time lost of worth.’

‘Do you remember where I left my belt?’

He also tries the typical;

‘Your upper torso plays upon my thoughts today and though I would give upon bended knee my last word to brush upon … I yet find myself scheduled for another valve replacement surgery.’

The problem with such attempts is that by the time he receives a nude in response, he is still in his office, unmoving, thinking of the correct way to respond in order to best capture his appreciation.

In short, his wife thinks he leaves her on read.

A lot.

Really, he’s trying to back space the cringe until he is only left with; ‘there are not words…’

For a man of prayer, that is all he has.

Now he may be a patient man, but no single person on Earth is more patient than a Queen sending a nude, returning and finding that after four hours, her husband is still online, message read, not a word typed.

He is lame.

Lame.

Lame and Cringe and Pathetic.

He cannot text.

But write, he can.

So when he has the time, and the clearest of minds usually with toffee curls spread on his chest (after some yummy, yummy pokey-dokie hot steamy session), he will take a fountain pen, lift up the thigh farthest from his sweet, insatiable beautiful Wife, and he will write to her in the most intangible cursive known to man.

And if he’s cheeky enough, he’ll nestle his note deep into her cleavage and cuddle her tightly.

TL:DR; he probably wanks Vampire spunk into his vampire slacks and dreams thoughtfully of his beautiful, stunning Wife without texting her back.

#but what do *you* think??#pls gimme all the responses #twilight #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #carlisle x esme #@stregoni-benefici #asks #sexyaf #lets be fair #those two stud muffins are some absolutely leopards in the bedroom #and out the bedroom #and in them again #and bedroom here meaning her inner bedroom #😈#this got nswf reeeeal quick #what an absolute boss ask #THANK YOU LOVELY

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bretongirlwrites · 7 months

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🤩✨🤯

(from this tag game)

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

for tes, i think lunette and marcurio. writing from lunette's point of view has so much satire and hypocrisy and she thinks in such a different way from most of my ocs... marcurio is just a parody at this point but i love making him as insufferably 'city' as possible without it being too off the wall

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

oh well if i must i think i will call it 'unique'. maybe in a good way. i think i've got a distinctive style at least. by 'style' i mean i punctuate outrageously and i'm kind of proud of it

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

i can't write action scenes in the conventional sense. but i don't tend to go in for them very much, in detail at least. i also cannot write romance for toffee and taking lessons from stendhal absolutely did not help

#tag game

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writing-with-rain · 1 year

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Lay It All Out

a “Coming Out” one-shot for Leo. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Nicole Amore Wolf My Rise turtle blog: @ninjamutantturtleteens

For Toffee, @frostbittenbucky, because what are friends for if not writing the fanfiction you want to see and cannot find more of.

Notes: This is both a coming out fic as Leo find a way to tell each of his family members, but it also shows them struggling with the aftermath of the Krang invasion too. Some instances of miscommunication but overall Fluff and comforting - I think.

This is the first time I have written for the turtles, so trying to get a grip on them!

Summary: A lot has happened since the defeat of the Krang – healing of bodies and minds, settling into new routines as everyone picked up the pieces and tried to fit them back into their lives. After strict bedrest, Leo realizes it’s time he tells his family something important.

Word Count: 7,706

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“’Nardo, don’t.” Donnie warns, gaze locked onto his invention, but acutely aware of the way his twin hesitates, retracting his hand from the trinket he had been reaching for. Leonardo’s form sways in and out of the soft shell's line of sight and he has half a mind to tell the turtle in blue to go back to bed – it’s late, and Donnie still worries over the lingering wounds on his body and cracks in Leo’s shell, even if he finds voicing the sentiment a challenge.

Leo knows anyways. He’s been reading his brother like an open book since they were little.

And it’s 16 years of living with Leo that tell him something is wrong. Donnie stops. ‘Wrong’ isn’t the word he wants to use, and he knows it. But at the same time, it’s a sense of Déjà vu. This scenario has played out before. Rare in their appearance, and they’re older than the last time Donnie remembers his twin asking.

It’s always something important at a time like this.

Leo is silent as he stands in the doorway, teetering on the precipice – somewhere between barging in and spilling everything that sits on the tip of his tongue and running away before Donnie can find a good place to pause. Always in the late hours of the night, when their brothers and father were least likely to interrupt their fragile moment of vulnerability.

For a moment Donatello thinks it might have to do with the Krang, but when he sets his tools aside and looks over to his twin the thought is banished. This isn’t the same bone-deep tiredness Donnie has seen weighing Leo down when he finds him knocking back a mug of black coffee at 4am after a nightmare, or the tension he holds in every step as he moves from room to room just to make sure his brothers are still there. Still breathing.

All the same it has Donnie’s attention.

He spins in his chair, facing Leo head on before motioning him inside the lab. Donnie almost misses the way he hesitates before the emotional wall comes back up and the red-eared slider is stepping inside, letting the lab door close behind him.

It is silent once more as Leo sits near him, self-stationed on the chilled floor, looking anywhere except for his twin. Donnie doesn’t push it either. He struggles enough with being emotionally vulnerable, and he knows if he pushes Leo then all he’ll get is a backtracked excuse and apology before the blue turtle is out the door. And judging by the emotions flickering across his face, Donnie knows Leo is trying to find the words he wants to say.

“Donnie, would you – I don’t know.” Leo falters, eyes glued to the floor and fingers a white-knuckled vice grip on his leg. For a moment he reaches up to tug at the tail ends of his mask, only to absently seem to remember he isn’t wearing it and lowering his hand once more.

“Leonardo.” Donnie starts, causing his brother's head to whip up as he meets his eyes. “It’s alright.”

It’s a comfort that Leo seems to latch onto as his shoulders slump in relief. He takes a deep breath before he speaks again. “Would you think any differently of me if” he hesitates for only a moment longer as he glances at Donnie in concern, “if I was attracted to guys?”

Donnie blinks for a moment, surprised by the question. “If you were attracted to guys?”

Leo nods, eyes locked onto Donnie – it's in the way that he twitches, and his form stiffens that the scientist knows he’s gearing up to run for it.

“Why would that matter?”

It’s immediate, the way Donatello can see the relief washing over his brother. He seems to almost fold in on himself, like the adrenaline of his confession was the only thing keeping him upright the entire time.

“So, you don’t care?”

It's already been an emotionally charged few minutes, Donnie reasons internally, as he considers what he should say. “I care that you’re happy” he says, quiet, before a quick addendum slips out, “and safe.” The gaze he levels Leo with doesn’t go unnoticed, but at least his brother has the courtesy to acknowledge the underlying concern. Donnie counts that as a win.

“Thanks Dee.” It’s soft. Not the boisterous teasing or quick wit of their normal conversations, and Donatello knows that Leo means it in a way he cannot currently communicate.

“Does anyone else know?”

It’s a question that has their fearless leader shrinking in on himself once more and that is all the answer Donatello needs, but he waits for confirmation.

“Not yet, but don’t tell them.”

Donnie doesn’t respond to that one, at least not verbally. And a part of him he can feel begins to swell with pride that his brother had chosen to come to him first. He’ll sit through a hundred seminars with Dr. Feelings before he admits as much, though.

Donatello won't say a word to their brothers, or anyone, and Leo already knows as much.

The purple-clad turtle stands, stretching, before he moves to the other side of his lab and pulls out a spare chair hiding against the corner, rolling it next to his own tucked against the desk before sitting back down. Silently he motions to the empty seat beside him – Leo looks drained after their conversation, and the claws of sleep are starting to sneak up on him, but Donnie knows if he lets his twin leave now, Leo won't return to his bed. And it's tradition, in a way, that they always stay together after one of them needs to talk like this.

Leo, aware of what his brother is doing, and silently grateful, cracks a joke instead. “Gonna try to put me to sleep with science, Don-Tron?”

There’s a smile that pulls at the edges of his mouth, but Donnie forces it back down in practiced mock annoyance. “Scoff, someone has to be the responsible twin at least.”

Leo says nothing, but the soft chuckle under his breath is enough of a giveaway as he climbs into the seat, resting his head and arms on the table as Donnie returns to his work.

“What are you doing?”

His voice is drenched with a drowsy quality, and Donnie knows he won't be awake for much longer, but he appreciates the sentiment, deciding to humor his brother this time, beginning to explain the building process. Almost 5 minutes later, Leo is asleep, and Donnie continues his work silently next to him.

It’s three weeks later that Leo is coming out to the next person in his family.

April, in all her stubborn glory, had decided after one rough nightmarish memory, that she was dragging Leo out and refusing to take no for an answer. Sweetening the deal with his favorite large pizza from Run of The Mill.

Not that the blue coded terrapin was going to be complaining about spending some time with one of his favorite people. April had been busy as is, trying her best to keep up with the mounting college work and her journalism, amidst the aftermath of the Krang invasion that still haunted them all.

Leo would still shudder thinking about the teary-eyed scolding he had received as soon as she had laid eyes on him, realizing he was alive – if a little worse for wear.

Perched atop a building, hidden in the shadows, the pair scarfed down the last of their pizza, eyeing the people that buzzed below, scurrying from one destination to the next. It was a comfort, that despite the overarching night that had settled in hours ago, the lights and noise of the city persisted – a reminder that they were still here.

Leo had needed this, he absently realized. A moment out, just to watch the people and cars go by. Some silent time to listen to the buzz of the city. To drive out the idea that it would all be gone when he woke up.

April, as perceptive as ever, moved from her spot, scooting closer until she was shoulder to shoulder with him. When he remained staring out, lost in space, she reached up, giving a tug to the blue mask tail determined to hit her in the face if the wind would allow.

It was enough to pull him back to the present, turning to face her with a questioning look.

He seemed content, and unwilling to spoil the good mood, she realized it had been too long since she had poked any fun at him. A devious smile crossed her face as Leo seemed to ready himself in response.

They were just close enough to make out some of the people below – features were vague and blurry, but that had never stopped them before. Zeroing in on one, April threw her arm around Leo’s shoulder, pointing down at the two people standing just a few feet away from the bus stop. Bright green hair makes the girl easy to pinpoint.

“She’s totally cute, right? We should get you a cloaking brooch,” she leaned on Leo, swaying them in place before righting the pair, “let’s see the face-man try to get a number then.”

She paused when she felt the way he tensed under her hold, eyes flickering in every direction before they stopped on his hands, gently cupped in his lap while one of his feet swung idly. “Leo?”

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, rolling his shoulders to brush it off, his trademark smirk returning to his face. But something about it looked a little too forced for her liking.

“Hey if she’s not your type then you need to let me know who is – I've gotta set you up eventually.” She stopped, humming in thought for a moment, “You know, for Splinter’s sake.” Glancing back out at the dissipating sea of people, April took the next few minutes to point out a few different girls, noticing the drop of his shoulders each time.

After 30 minutes, 10 of which were spent in silence as she racked her brain, she finally let out a resigned huff, turning to face him. “Okay, so it isn’t anybody I pointed out, what is your type then?”

Leo seemed to hesitate at that, eyes shifting from person to person in what April internally deemed an agonizing 5 minutes of silence. Finally, he stopped, turning to look at her before his confidence seemed to dissipate and he was playing with the hilt of his sword. “The first girl, um, her friend is pretty cute.”

His words were low, almost enough that April missed what he said. She paused for a moment, confused – but she thought? Wait.

She looked down, scanning for the original duo, and there she found them, now leaning against the wall of the bus stop. Moving forward she studied them, ignoring the first girl she had pointed out in favor of the person next to her.

Realization began to dawn on her as she sat straighter, still facing forward to give Leo a thread of privacy before she spoke. “I’m pretty sure that’s a guy, Lee.”

She was watching him, and for a moment she wasn’t sure he had heard her until he gave a swift, single nod of his head.

“Wait, that’s your type?” she asked incredulously.

Leo stopped, feeling his world shatter for a moment as he looked away, trying to force down the tears he could feel beginning to sting his eyes. That single moment felt like an eternity before her next words had his head spinning in her direction.

“They’re nothing alike! If anything, I would have thought someone like him would be more your style!”

Leo followed where she was pointing, singling out a guy standing just on the corner. He was cute, that Leo could agree with – but neither were really his type.

He realized a second later he had spoken out loud when April snorted. “Alright, well what kind of guys does the great Neon Leon go for? Maybe I can set you up with this guy in my Algebra class. Oh, or-”

But Leo had stopped listening for the moment, just staring at her in surprise as she rattled off a list of guys she knew – and trusted – that might be his type. Her phone secured in her hands as she flipped through different social media profiles, analyzing each one before finding some flaw with them and moving along. It was enough to have him laughing, and laugh he did, the sound falling from his mouth before he could stop it.

April paused in her quest, looking over to the laughing turtle next to her until he managed to catch his breath – staying quiet when he plopped his head onto her shoulder, eyes closed.

“Thanks, Apes.”

“No problem.”

They stayed like that for a few minutes before Leo’s stomach growled again – an echoing demand for more pizza and both were laughing once more.

Standing, and pulling Leo up with her, April pushed him forward. “Come on, let’s head back to Run of the Mill and get some more, my treat, but” she said, popping the ‘T’ as she eyed him, “I want details on your type.”

Leo held his hands up in defeat, knowing arguing would get him nowhere once she had set a goal. “But only because I haven’t seen Señor Hueso in ages,” he drawled.

He decides the next person to tell is going to be Michelangelo - because Leo could use the help from Dr. Feelings now that this fear is beginning to claw back up his throat. And because Mikey, his precious baby brother, had always been a bit too good at sniffing out emotional turmoil. The way that he had been eyeing the turtle in blue tells Leo that it won't be long before he finds himself confronted anyways. Best to rip the Band-Aid off, he reasons.

It is a quiet day, no training, no worries, while Raph and Donnie had volunteered to go on the pizza run that night, while Splinter remained dead asleep in his room. It was the perfect time, Leo knew, setting out to track the box turtle down.

He stopped by Mikey’s room first, glancing in at the art supplies that covered the floors and his desk. But no sign of his brother, not even a dip in the new hammock they had managed to snag for him. So, Leo straightened up, one hand pressed to his beak as he thought about where Mikey could have wandered off to.

Resolve to find him before the return of their brothers settled in and Leo began scouring the lair, checking in every room he could find until he came to the projector room.

There, in a pair of too big glasses and a brown sweater stood Dr. Feelings, a slideshow already pulled up.

Leo leaned on the doorframe, an amused expression on his face. “An ambush, Mikey.” he chided before stepping past the threshold and taking a seat.

“I just thought it was time you talked to Dr. Feelings,” he offered, shrugging his shoulders and leveling his older brother with a steady gaze.

“Well lucky me then, I was actually hoping to talk to Dr. Feelings.”

Mikey seemed surprised enough at his statement, usually his brothers tried to wiggle out of his seminars on the off times he deemed them necessary. “Well, what can Dr. Feelings help with?”

Leo noticed the way Mikey seemed to light up, not wanting to waste the chance to help one of his brothers. It made it easier, in a way. This was Mikey, if anyone was going to be understanding, it would be him. But that didn’t stop the icy grip of fear that seemed to keep Leo silent in the moment.

Mikey had noticed a flash of concern crossing his face and he moved to sit on the arm of the chair, one hand resting gently on Leo’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?”

Silence, again, but he managed to flash his little brother a ‘one moment’ signal, trying to gather his thoughts. Finally, his voice took pity on him and words, however soft they were, began to tumble out. “I was wondering if Dr. Feelings had any suggestions on how to tell my little brother something important.”

Michelangelo stopped for a moment, contemplating his words. “I think it depends on what that something is.”

Leo nods slowly, eyes closed, opting instead to focus on the soft touch on his shoulder. It would be okay. He knew it. But knowing something wasn’t always enough to stop the fear – that lingering weight of “what if it’s the worst case?”

“Leonardo?”

His full name pulls him from his own thoughts, and he looks up at Mikey, just a bit taller than him thanks to his seat. “I’ve been trying, for a few days, to figure out how to tell my little brother that I’m into guys - because I know he’ll be okay with it, but I’m still scared that he’ll be mad. Even if that’s dumb.”

It isn’t more than a moment later that Mikey is clinging to Leo like his life depends on it, having wiggled his way under his arm and against his side. “It’s okay to be afraid, Leo, and it isn’t dumb.”

The slider pauses before wrapping his arms around his brother, squeezing back to anchor himself into the moment.

“But you’re right, there’s nothing wrong with it, I’m not mad. I’m glad you told me.”

Leo can’t help but let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Relieved to hear those words, even if he had logically known the outcome. But it’s the sharp gasp of surprise and Mikey’s head shooting up that catch him off guard.

“Wait! Do you have a boyfriend? Are you flirting with someone? Is that why you’re telling me? Do I get to meet them – I want to meet them! Where did you meet them?”

And there it is – all rapid-fire questions and warmth, enveloped in such earnest curiosity and love that Leo can’t help but smile and bask in it like sunshine, before realizing he should probably set the record straight. So, with a poorly concealed laugh he covers his brother's mouth, making a face when Mikey glares and licks his hand in a failed attempt to make him let go. The elder only rolls his eyes. Younger siblings. Honestly.

“I’m not seeing anyone,” and Mikey has a look on his face that says he doesn’t believe it, so Leo swears it again before he continues. “I just thought it was time to start telling you guys. But not everyone knows yet, so, ya know.” Leo trails off at the end, giving a weak shrug as he lets Mikey go.

For all his barely contained excitement, there is a look of understanding on Mikey’s face. “They won't hear anything from me.”

“Promise, Michael?”

“My lips are sealed,” he stresses, mimicking the zip-and-lock motion.

Leo lets himself relax, for the first time since they had decided to order pizza, and sinks into the cushions, one arm still slung around his koala of a brother who refuses to move from his seat. Instead of fighting it, he closes his eyes, ready to take a nap until the others return and the smell of pizza wakes him up.

With one brother accounted for, and the weight on his chest just a little lighter, sleep comes easier than usual.

A month passes after the Dr. Feelings session, a month before Leo even considers telling anyone else.

If he just doesn’t dwell on it, then he can almost forget he still has people he wants to tell. Sure, the easy way out would be having the others bring it up or say it for him, but something about that scenario leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

It has to come from him, it’s just a matter of when he decides.

The time decides for him instead. It’s two days after his first mission out, with old wounds reaggravated his brothers convince him to sit out until they heal. For the sake of their thread bare sanity over his health, he agrees. But he won't like it.

Too wired and worried over his brothers, Leo finds himself unable to sit still. And with nobody to stop him, his feet seem to pull him in the direction of the training room. Empty and inviting. He knows enough about his body to know what is going to be too much. But some training will serve his restlessness well. Even if his injuries do suffer a bit, he’ll be ready – otherwise what kind of team medic would he be.

An hour later of running through drills that won’t tear at the stitches in his leg. Ignoring the burn of muscles that beg for him to stop – still not willing to move from being bed ridden directly after the Krang attack. And all it takes is that one thought. A mental flash of the encroaching Krang and the prison dimension, being shoved around and beaten on. So sure that he would die. His body is flooded with the memory of the pain and his leg gives out under him suddenly.

It’s almost as if the world is moving in slow motion before he crashes backwards off the mat and straight into one of the training dummies, taking it down with him. He lays there for a second, catching his breath.

His heart is racing, and it isn’t from the workout, if the bile crawling up his throat is anything to go by. Blood thunders in his ears and the feeling of the stone ground under him isn’t enough to keep him in the moment, eyes squeezed shut, the fear that if he opens then he'll be face to face with an alien and an endless void.

It’s a voice that shocks him back into the moment.

“Blue?”

Splinter stands in the doorway, worried as he steps towards his son who has finally acknowledged him. Carefully he helps him sit up before Leo is wrapping his arms around him. All Splinter can do is hold him, whispering reassurances as sobs wrack his body. Careful in his motions, he slowly pulls his son up, determined to move them to the projector room chair so he can check Leo over.

When they do finally reach their destination, the terrapin all but collapses into it, rubbing the tears away furiously from his eyes as he regains his bearings. His father sits in front of him, first aid kit in hand and Leo realizes he doesn’t even know when he had the chance to leave and get it.

“My son, let me see your arm.”

The turtle glances down, vaguely aware of the sting on his bicep. Realizing the skin had been broken and blood was beginning to dry around the edges. He holds his arm out, letting his father work.

The time passes in silence, but Splinter can see it in the way Leo holds himself. He’s beginning to calm down, and the best thing he can think to do is crack a joke.

“You know, if you keep getting yourself all scraped up, I’ll never find a nice girl to marry you off to,” he jests, “or your brothers.”

Leo seems to still at that, and Splinter takes notice, looking at him with a curious gaze. But his son’s eyes are unfocused, head tilted to the side. So the rat stops, giving one more glance to the bandaged arm before waiting for his son to speak.

He knows this look; this is the same fearful look Leo had been sporting when he had come to wake Splinter up as a turtle tot, scared to tell him that he had thrown up. He had been running a fever for days, so Splinter did his best as a single father to put his sons worries away and get baby blue back up to health. And whatever was plaguing his son's mind would be gone soon if he got his way.

“What if-” Leo paused, before wrapping his arms around himself.

Splinter lets him, allowing him the space he needs to feel safe.

“What if I don’t want you to marry me off to a girl?”

“Blue, I am only joking – okay, mostly joking – when I say I want to marry you off. I would never make you boys marry someone you did not love.” Splinters words don’t seem to have the effect he wants, and Leo shifts uncomfortably in front of him.

“No, I mean, you know, what if I want to marry a guy?” His voice is small, like he’s waiting for the shoe to drop. For Splinter to be angry. Disappointed. Something.

The realization makes Splinter’s heart sink, that one of his sons would think that something as simple as who he loved would make him mad. He reaches forward, pulling Leo back into his embrace.

“Oh, my son, who you love will never make me see you any differently.” he reassures, running a soft hand over Leo’s shell. The turtle sinks into his hold, burying his face into the side of his father’s neck.

“Are you sure?”

“Just don’t date someone anti-Lou Jitsu,” he cackles.

It works, earning a laugh and an affronted gasp from Leo. “Never! I could never date someone like that!”

His theatrics leave them both in hysterics for a few moments, until Splinter finds the chance to speak again. “I had an inkling of such feelings, you know.”

Leo freezes, noticing the way his father seems to eye him with a knowing smile. “You did?”

“Of course, I’m still your father – but you never said anything, or brought any boys home, so I never thought I needed to mention it.”

Somehow those words put Leo at ease, more than he could have expected.

Splinter can read his change in body language as clear as day. But what is a heartfelt admission from his son if he doesn’t use it to mess with him? Even a little. “Besides, back in my days as famous action star Lou Jitsu I may,” he draws out the ‘a’ as he strokes his beard, “have kissed a few guys as well.”

He has to bite his tongue at the look of horror that spreads across Leo’s face. An admission of his father’s dating life had not been on the table for this talk, and Leo immediately regrets his decision. So Splinter continues. “Ah, yes, I remember one time -”

“No! No, no, no!” The turtle is frantically crawling over the back of the recliner, dead set on escaping the rest of this memory lane road trip. “I do not want to hear about your love life, old man!”

His actions pull a deep belly laugh from Splinter, who throws his head back as his son puts space and the recliner between the two of them, face still scrunched up in mortification. “If you cannot handle a little romance, how am I supposed to marry you off to a nice young man, blue one?”

Splinter doesn’t miss the way Leonardo’s face softens for a second, body relaxed, before the situation hits him again and he turns tail, fleeing as fast as his injured leg will allow him to in a bid to escape his father’s teasing.

It’s a week later of avoiding Splinter’s subtle remarks and his brothers nagging over his reopened wound, sitting with Casey in his room as they read through his collection of comics – some of which had been ‘borrowed’ from Donnie – that Leo is first introduced to the idea that someone else might have known the entire time.

Leo isn’t Master Leonardo. And maybe he never will be. But there are parts of his core personality that even the apocalypse couldn’t erase, and Leo can see the way that Casey struggles with this dichotomy. Leo cannot be the father figure that Casey knew and trying had led to a fight. But he can be an older brother figure to him now.

And now is when it’s needed.

He can see the way that Casey’s eyes keep skimming over the same page, one he’s been staring at for the last 15 minutes, completely unaware that Leo has been watching him. He’s getting stuck in his own head, and Leo has an idea over what.

So, he changes tactics, setting his own comic aside and pushing his foot against Casey’s leg, getting his attention. The future boy looks sheepish for a moment, knowing he’s been caught but Leo shrugs it off. The comics will always be there the next time.

“Tell me about him.”

It gives Casey a pause before he’s lighting up, a smile on his face as soon as he realizes what Leo means. It’s a way to keep their memory alive, and Casey cherishes the chances he gets to share their stories. Stories that never have to come to pass.

But it isn’t a tale of heroism or danger that he feels like relaying. Instead, he looks at the ceiling of the subway car Leo calls a room, chuckling to himself.

“Do you want to hear a story that Master Michelangelo told me about Master Leonardo, when he was younger – older than you now, but still.”

Leo’s interest is piqued, and he sits up, hunched forward with his face in his hands, elbows to his knees as he waits for Casey to continue.

“Master Michelangelo said that when they were younger, Leonardo had this boyfriend – I think he was a Yokai?”

But Leo doesn’t hear anything else for a moment, his breath caught in his throat. It hadn’t occurred to him that Casey knew. Even coming from the future, with the threat of the Krang invasion, well, when would it have been brought up?

Of course, it had been Mikey.

But that isn’t the part that surprises Leo. Instead, before him sits Casey, retelling a story that Leo really means to be paying attention to - because maybe he should avoid dating this guy – and he keeps saying boyfriend without a single thought.

It isn’t some big secret, or hushed story to tell. Leo is just glad that he asked in private. Because to Casey this is just another fact of life.

His mom is Cassandra Jones. He grew up in a Krang invasion. He went back to the past and changed the future. His Sensei, whose younger self is sitting right next to him, is a gay mutant turtle. And pizza tastes better than rats.

They’re not up for debate, they’re just things he knows, and he doesn’t think twice about.

But Casey has noticed Leo is no longer paying attention, figuring as much when he doesn’t make a snide quip over something Casey finds incredibly funny, but at the expense of his Sensei’s pride.

“Are you okay?”

Leo is giving him a funny look and Casey isn’t sure what he’s said to warrant it but it’s sending him spiraling trying to figure out where he went wrong.

“You know?”

Leo’s question shines exactly zero light on what he’s talking about, and Casey just stares him in the eye, waiting for some sort of explanation.

“You know I’m gay.”

It’s less of a question and more of a statement as the turtle straightens up, waiting.

“Everyone does. Or did?” It finally dawns on him what the issue might be. “Wait, do they not know here?”

Leo glances to the curtain that hangs over his door, as if he expects someone to pop out from behind it at any moment. Finally, he looks back to Casey.

“Most of them, and if you know then that just leaves Raph.”

“Oh.” he sits, brows furrowed as that information sinks in. “Should I not have said anything?”

Leo laughs at that. “I’m glad you did – I had no idea how to tell you. I was considering just letting you figure it out when I showed up with a boyfriend.”

“Just not a raccoon Yokai” Casey blurts.

Leo is giving him a strange look in return, a silent request for context.

It takes everything in Casey not to roll his eyes – Leo really hadn’t been listening. He’d need to start the story over again. Before Leo falls into a wishing fountain trying to impress a Yokai only to get his wallet stolen.

Leo is almost tempted to ask if it bothers Casey, but the way that he’s looking at the turtle right now says if he asks then he’ll never hear the end of it.

Leo’s gay. Splinter is a rat. And Mikey has a tooth gap. That’s just how things are.

Leo couldn’t be happier about it either, leaning back and getting comfortable. “So, why do I need to avoid cute raccoon Yokai?”

At the mention of the story once more, Casey settles opposite Leo, starting back from the beginning and readying himself for Leo’s affronted quips and defenses.

After the conversation with Casey, Leo knew that left only one person to tell: Raph. And for some reason, the idea of Raphael finding out set him on edge more than anyone. Leo just could not pinpoint why.

Sure, Raph was bigger than him, and older, and they had had their fair share of fights and sibling squabbles. But he had always been there for Leo. There was no reason now that he should be so worried about telling him.

After Mikey, Raph was probably the next person Leo would have clocked as the most accepting. He was so sure that he would be. And yet, for some reason, for the last 3 weeks that Leo had been trying to work up the nerve to talk to him about it, his body would betray him. Every. Time.

The worst part of it all was the pitying looks from his brothers who had realized what he was trying to do. Dr. Feelings had even tried to make an appearance and Leo had never gotten out of the lair so fast in his life.

Yet time and time again something was there to mess him up – tongue tied mumblings that nobody could understand, nausea that threatened to make him lose a weeks' worth of food or getting so scared he just turned around and walked away – or ran, depending on who you asked.

Raphael had noticed almost immediately, and as his brother continued to ignore him, he grew increasingly concerned. Until finally it happened. An entire week had gone by, and he hadn’t seen sword or shell of Leo.

Not at dinner, not at training. His younger brother, their leader, had all but vanished. At least from Raph’s view.

The others had seen and spoken to him, so he was still in the lair.

And for the life of him, Raphael could not figure out what he had done. He had tried talking to his brothers, and almost got an answer out of Mikey before April had slapped her hand over his mouth, pulling him away with an apologetic smile and telling Raph that he just needed to hear it from Leo.

Easier said than done, he had grumbled under his breath before leaving. From the corner of his eye, he could have sworn he caught a flash of blue retreating around the bend.

But it had been 3 days since he had almost gotten an answer to his younger brother’s flakiness. And he was fed up.

The worst-case scenario was that it had something to do with the Krang and Leo’s guilt. After all, Raph’s eye still hadn’t healed, and they were unsure that it would ever be as strong as it once was. Leo was the one who had told him that, and Raphael had been able to see the way his shoulders bunched, and he refused to meet his gaze. But a leader didn’t let guilt cause him to avoid his team, his brother. So it had to end.

Armed to the teeth with blankets, an extra pillow, and a handful of his stuffed animals, Raph found himself marching to Leo’s room – the alligator snapping turtle on a mission. And if he had to borrow Mikey’s nunchakus to tie Leo up and make him listen then he would.

Raph hesitated when he came into view of Leo’s room. There was a soft light lining the curtain, but the snapper had already figured that Leo’s insomnia would be keeping him up for the night. Sleep had been a fleeting luxury before the world had almost ended, but the bags that had remained barely hidden by Leo’s mask said that a good sleep had been even more rare since the nightmares had made a home with him.

As quietly as he could, he approached the subway car, not bothering to knock and give Leo time to make an escape. Instead, Raph poked his head in, making eye contact with his younger brother who looked surprised to see him.

Surprised and guilty, at least.

“Leo.”

Raph could see the way his brother was chewing at the inside of his cheek, eyes looking for the nearest escape route – a line of thought that needed to be cut off immediately.

“We need to talk.”

“Come on, big brother, this late in the night? I need my beauty sleep.”

His words were lacking, strained even to his ears, and it caused Leo to flinch. So much for selling the performance.

Raph ignored the bland excuse, stepping forward and dropping his pile of blankets and plushies directly onto Leo, who found himself sputtering as he batted them away from his face.

It was a standoff – Leo angled just right to take off running, and Raph ready, arms crossed, to grab him the moment he tried.

But the moment never came, because he was tired. Tired of his brother running away from him and not knowing why, and tired of tracking him down. Instead, he speaks. “What did I do?” Arms uncross, dropping to his sides and expression solemn.

Leo can feel his heart in his throat the moment he sees the hurt look on his older brother’s face. And for the first time in over a month his body seems to stop, lacking the drive to run away and save himself from any possibility of this conversation going bad. Because this is already his worst-case scenario – hurting his family.

Raph takes it as his cue, sitting down beside him and pulling Leo into his side, content when his little brother doesn’t hesitate to curl against his spikey shell, blanket thrown haphazardly across his body, hiding the bottom of his face in its edges.

Leo’s mask is tossed near the door, and Raph can see the dark bags that sit under his eyes, but it isn't the time to mention them. At least not yet.

“You didn’t do anything, you dum-dum.” Leo’s voice is twisted, like he’s fighting back tears, and maybe he is. But Raph figures the moment he looks down at him this is all going to come apart.

His grip on Leo tightens just a fraction of a second. Just to make sure he really is there.

“Then why have you been avoiding me?”

Leo stops breathing for a moment, shifting to bury his face against Raph’s plastron – like he would do when they were little. When everything was just a bit too much to handle and his best line of defense was hiding as close to his big brother as he could manage.

It’s been years since he’s done it, save for right after the Krang invasion. But Raph is wrapping his arms around Leo all the same, knowing he needs that pressure to feel secure.

“Is it my eye?”

Leo flinches at the question but Raph can still feel the way he shakes his head, a small wave of relief coming over him, followed by more confusion. “What is it?”

There’s a deep breath, and finally Leo pulls back, not enough to look at Raph, or even move away – his forehead still resting against his brother, but his mouth uncovered so he can actually be heard.

“There’s something I’ve been trying to tell everyone – and I have! Mostly. You’re the only one I have left to tell now.”

There’s a part of his heart that hurts when he hears he’s the last one, but Raph says nothing, nudging at his brother’s shell to signal that he’s still listening.

“I’ve been trying to tell you for a while, but every time I get close, I back out at the last minute.”

“Why?” The question slips out before Raph has a chance to stop it and he barely stifles a groan in response. He hadn’t meant for it to sound like that.

Leo shrugs at first, but there’s more to it. Raphael knows that much. So he waits.

“I guess I was scared.”

“Weren’t you scared of telling the others?”

“I mean, yeah, but I guess it was different?” Leo is faltering with his words, trying desperately to find a way to make Raph understand. “It’s just that you’re our big brother, and you were the leader for so long. We always went to you when we were upset or scared. Or if something was on our minds.”

There’s a pause and Leo is shifting, cheek now flat against his brother’s plastron but when Raph dares a glance down, he finds his eyes are shut tight.

“And now I’m supposed to be leader, and I know you have a lot of faith in me, so it seemed kind of dumb that this was stressing me out so badly. And I know that it’s gonna be fine, but at the same time, what if it isn’t? You’re my big brother, I don’t want to let you down. Again.”

The final word is bitter dripping from Leo’s tongue and Raph taps at his shell, a silent reminder of their conversations regarding this before. “So it’s - is it about you not wanting to be the leader?”

He’s trying. Bless him, he really is. And Leo knows he is. Between cryptic answers and a week of total avoidance, the blue terrapin certainly hasn’t made it easy to figure out.

“I’m gay, Raph.”

It’s quiet for a moment and Leo can’t help but attempt to sink deeper into his brother's side, fully intending to disappear. Or try his hardest.

“That’s it?”

Leo furrows his brow, head shooting up to actually see Raph’s face. “I’m having a moment of vulnerability here,” he squawks, sitting up to look Raphael in the eye.

The elder raises one hand, the other still wrapped around Leo’s side, pulling him back into a resting position – Leo will never admit he went down without a fight.

“Leo, when we were younger, I'm pretty sure I heard you say you wanted to marry Jupiter Jim like, seven times, at least, it wasn’t that hard to figure out. Also, you’re really bad at discreetly checking guys out.”

Leo says nothing, opting to pout as he turns his face away from the room and the dim lights. It causes Raph to laugh, giving his brother another quick squeeze.

“I’m sorry – I'm not trying to be a jerk. I just didn’t know it was supposed to be a secret, little brother.”

Leo sighs, glancing up with a critical look on his face. “So, you don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind – but I do mind you ignoring me for the last month.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I get it, I think. Just promise me you’ll try to come talk to me next time?”

“Well, I don’t think I’ll need to come out again.” His sentence is broken off by a yelp when Raph smacks at his side. “But I promise,” Leo hisses up, though he fails to keep the smile from his voice.

Neither of them move once they’ve finished talking. At least not for a few minutes. But then it’s Leo breaking the silence.

“You thought I was ignoring you because of the invasion, after all this time?”

“You started acting weird around the last check-up, when you mentioned my eye – so I thought it was that or when you were looking at me you were just seeing Krang possessed Raph. I don’t know, maybe the nightmares had gotten worse.”

Leo hums in acknowledgement, letting the words sink in. “No, no, nothing like that.”

Raph looks down at his brother, studying the tired lines and the drop of his eyes. “But the nightmares haven’t let up.”

It’s a fact, not a question, but Leo finds himself nodding along anyways.

Raph purses his lips, shifting to lay down and get comfortable, dragging Leo into a similar position next to him. “You don’t have to do this alone you know.”

“But I’m the leader I -”

Raphael cuts him off, “you’re still my little brother.” Shifting his weight – really Leo’s bed isn’t big enough, but he’ll make the sacrifice for tonight – Raph uses one hand to pull the covers up around them. “Tomorrow we’ll all have a sleepover in the projector room, I already asked Casey and April and they’re gonna stay the night.”

Leo isn’t sure what to say, so he says nothing. Tightening his hold around his brother and burying his face back into his side, not bothering to fight off the tears this time.

Raph makes no comment about it, staying where he is and keeping a secure grip while Leo’s dam breaks. And he finds, in what can’t be more than 3 minutes later, Leo’s breathing is coming out in shallow even breaths and the crying has stopped. His body too tired to keep up and feeling too secure knowing one of his brothers was there with him, he’s out like a light.

Raph himself is asleep by the time Splinter pokes his head in an hour later, content that all of his sons are getting rest, and are finally back on speaking terms. Wishing them a goodnight, though he knows they won’t hear it, he retreats to his own room to sleep, leaving none awake within the walls of the lair.

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unrequitedloveletter · 10 months

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The Great Chocolate Toffee Biscuit Debate- Genya Safin x fem! reader

This one was requested by a lovely anon, and anon, if you’re reading, thank you so much for sending this in! I’ve been writing for Genya what feels like a lot lately and to be frank I have loved every minute of it, writing fics for genya has been an absolute joy in my experience and this fic was no different--I had an absolute blast writing this one, so again, thank you!

Fic type- this is just. it is fluff incarnate

Warnings- this fic was started at around 2:30 in the morning and finished at 3:20. I’ve queued it and unless I’m out and about at the point in which is published, it has probably been proofread but if I did, it was just a quick readthrough because I didn’t have the time to do more, so excuse any spelling/grammatical errors

“It is simply the truth,” you rebutted as you and Alina walked the halls of the Spinning Wheel. “I am not wrong about this. I refuse to be. You cannot possibly enjoy a chocolate toffee biscuit at nine bells in the morning--there’s no way! The pastry you eat at nine bells is a post-breakfast cherry turnover. Chocolate toffee biscuits are for midday at best. All chocolate things aside from crepes and chocolate pancakes are not morning snacks nor are they morning desserts.”

“I think that I’m right and I think that you hate it,” Alina said with a grin as the two of you moved. “One can absolutely enjoy a chocolate toffee biscuit or even a chocolate scone at nine bells in the morning, especially if ones prior breakfast was a plate of bloody pickled herring.”

“Well, if I were to ask your beloved I’m sure he might agree with me, considering that there was the option of chocolate scones at breakfast and he chose a cherry turnover instead.”

“I’ll bet that Nikolai would agree that chocolate is an all day snack,” Alina rebutted, and you just laughed.

You hadn’t noticed Genya, who’d been meaning to pay a visit to Baghra and had left her room to do so. She’d been watching you, registering that weird flip her heart did as she turned her head to watch you go. Her heart was positively on fire, thrumming at a racing pace, and she was putting in no effort to return it to normal.

It was only when she registered the hint of a smile crossing her face that she turned, pressed her forehead against the cool of the stone wall behind her. She was falling in love with you, hard and fast, and she knew already that it was too late to stop it.

“You and my sister would make quite a match,” Nikolai said. Genya jumped a bit and turned to face him, eyes wide with her surprise.

“I never meant--”

“To look at her how Alina looks at Mal?” Nikolai asked. “Hell, how she looks at you when you’re so absorbed in your own thoughts that you don’t notice?”

Genya took a step back and said nothing. Nikolai smiled, handsome, charming, self assured.

“You would be good for her,” he said. “Of course, agreeing with her stance on the Great Chocolate Toffee Biscuit Debate of Ravka’s Second Civil War is necessary, but that’s just because Tolya and I will vocally be on Alinas side in the matter as Nadia has been since the debate started two days ago. Y/N only has Tamar and maybe Zoya. She could use the help, and since David will agree with her stance, she needs your vote to break even and win.”

Genya laughed. “Cherry scones are better anyway.”

“False!” Nikolai shouted as she turned and began to walk away.

“Right, and prettier than you by a mile, Lantsov!”

“You wish!”

“I don’t wish, I’m right and I know it,” Genya said, making sure she got the last word before rushing towards the stairs at the end of the corridor, going to find Baghra as she thought about finding the right moment to vocalize her opinion in the silliest debate she had ever heard of or witnessed.

#genya safin #genya safin x female! reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

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joelsmochi · 4 months

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﹟ABOUT MOCHI note: this is a sideblog! my main is yrself :)

who am i…

I’m Mochi, a 23 fanfiction writer with a tendency to daydream. I started writing fanfiction when I was 14 (for magcon, I don’t wanna think about it…), but quit after my sophomore year. 5 years later, I found my love for it again!

I’m bisexual, mixed (black and white), and for the most part consider myself nonbinary (fluid & fem presenting). Pronouns? Don’t care. She, he, they, xe, ze—w h a t e v e r as long as it’s not it/its/itself!

some things i love… (bond with me!)

I love thunderstorms, baking, cartoons, newjeans, my gamer bf, care bears, boba tea, matcha tea, watching new tv shows, tj maxx, tote bags, going to the movies, sunrises and sunsets, going to the beach, cuddling, spring and autumn, men that are too old for me, and white russian kahlúas

some things i hate…

I hate yelling/arguing, being tickled, black coffee, any flavor of ramen that’s not chicken, toffee, butter pecan ice cream, sea salt caramel anything, and making bread — i’m sure this list is longer

﹟ABOUT MY BLOG

Most of my work is NSFW. If you are under 18 I cannot stop you from reading, but please do not interact (that includes liking, reblogging, commenting, etc.) — this is for everyone’s safety!

Speaking of NSFW content: I try my best to tag every warning there is without giving away spoilers, but if I ever miss anything that NEEDS to be tagged please do not hesitate to message me and let me know!

Most of my work is reader based, and I try to generally avoid writing physical descriptions other than attire because I want everyone to be able to self insert. That being said I will ALWAYS tag any physical descriptions I choose to include in my work! And if I ever miss any tags related to physical descriptions feel free to let me know :)

﹟REQUESTS

I’d LOVE to fulfill your fantasies, so do not be afraid to send a request or two into my inbox. It can be SFW or NSFW. All I ask is for your patience and the one thing I will NEVER write for is anything containing r*pe kinks, this includes CNC & underage.

Not to sound like a broken record, but please do not request NSFW content if you are under 18. If you send in a NSFW request you are telling me that you are a legal adult!

When sending a request if there is anything specific you DO NOT want me to write about, please include it! (Spanking, choking, etc.)

﹟CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

While there are characters I am uncomfortable writing, I am in no way limited to this list, so if there’s someone else you’d love for me to write for send in the request and I’ll see if I can make it happen ;)

MEN: Joel Miller, Javier Peña, Frankie Morales, Din Djarin, Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Scud (Blade 2), Leon S. Kennedy, Johnny Cage…

WOMEN: Abby Anderson, Ellie Williams, Rosita Espinosa, Michonne Grimes…

I do not and will not write for real world celebrities! Characters only, people, characters only!

﹟MISC.

(coming soon…)

#about mochi!#mochi talks 🍡૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა #blog is under construction so i apologize for having no masterlist yet /.\

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sharpth1ng · 8 months

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I was going to savour butterfly eater for after Debaser was finished, since I wanted to experience a feeling similar to that of when a well-loved TV show gets a little spinoff after the show finishes airing to feed the eldritch hunger of the masses

Yet, I find myself quite bereft with nothing to do but live in the purgatorial lull that comes before a sequel, patiently waiting, hunger panes wracking my frame, and as nature wins over nurture I cannot help but to indulge in the gluttony of your words! We all have our vices and mine just so happen to coincide with jumping the gun before it's even loaded

So, with toffee in one hand and an afternoon of leisure in the other, I stumble once more to gobble down another crumbling biscuit of horror, heartwarming and hgay!

and how phenomenal Butterfly Eater is!! Viscous is the words you write with how deliciously heavy they are, a blade precariously tense and raised high right before the pay off comes and it swings down striking true!

The vivid imagery of orange on white as an Elementary Aged Stu chows down on an early lunch of butter with a side of fly while Kid Billy, enraptured, watches on, is impeccable! The intricacies behind the future killers, their budding camaraderie, seeing the foundations being laid down and leading up to the skyscraper of events in Debaser, getting a wonderful interpretation of how a younger Stu & Billy would look like before their subsequent crimes is just so!! Very!! Good!

I do wonder if Mr. Morton ever ended up writing a "No Eating Butterflies (Stu This Means You)" sign

In any case! Another great read to simmer on this stove of anticipation for the next part of the main series, Butterfly Eater is cooked to perfection, marinated and incredibly well seasoned!! My yelp review is a resounding 2 thumbs up michelin stars!

It is Horatio who once said "Sometimes you'll read something and it's like, oh holy shit this is like a primordial soup of if like, hemming way had a proverbial threeway with Edgar Allen poe, the song fever by frank Sinatra and Gomez Addams"

You know, these are slowly getting more convoluted, but if you want a simple summary to all that I wrote, TLDR; Loved butterfly eater, Thank you for writing it!

You're back! I do always enjoy your convolutions. And yes I think Mr. Morton absolutely put up a no eating butterflies sign. Stu is also definitely not allowed to sit by the window anymore.

Beyond that I'm sorry the main storyline is taking so long (truly, i'd intended to have it out by the end of July at the latest but life has been busy and I've been overwhelmed as hell), but I'm glad Butterfly Eater was a decent snack!

As of now Chapter 14 is at 16.5K and chapter 15 is around 8K, so i'd expect I have maybe 3-4k words left to write on it. I'm almost there- I'm saying this for myself as much as for you, the finale of this fic has been a monster to write.

I do intend to write more Butterfly Eater at some point in the future as well, likely in between Debaser and its sequel. I'm hoping I may also be able to finish one of my oneshots around then too. Until then I'll be feasting on your wonderful comments

(Also new OT3 just dropped: Hemmingway x Edgar Allen Poe x Gomez Addams)

#your comments *chefs kiss*#I long to feed your eldritch hunger #butterfly eater #debaser fanfic #ask

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imreallyloveleee · 2 years

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Hi! 17 and 19 for the writing asks please 🖤

17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

i love and appreciate all (positive) forms of engagement and feedback, but when someone makes fanart of your fic? that is the BEST:

seance veronica by you! <3 <3 <3

bughead + toffee by @edgarsabandonedrocketship

this book cover by @stillhidden

these book covers by @sullypants

bughead on the ferris wheel by @gogenevieveart

high school dance bughead by @satelliteinasupernova

as a person with very little artistic talent, it is SO FUCKING COOL to see something you wrote brought to life visually. (i also really hope i am not forgetting any here - this is what i was able to find in my fanart tag!)

19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

it would be angsty and sexy and a little funny, with an open but hopeful ending. an idea that's been rolling around in my head for a long time is a murder mystery where archie is the deceased - because it would be a deeply personal mystery for jughead AND betty AND veronica. it would probably be set post-time jump, like his murder is the thing that draws them back to riverdale, because then there would be lots of angsty exes-to-lovers mess to explore with bughead (it's one of my absolute favorite tropes) as well as a lot to dig into with veronica. i've also thought of it as an alternative season 1, like archie is murdered while they're in high school instead of jason, but that almost feels like it would be too heavy, and you lose the personal angle for veronica.

the key problem here is that i cannot write plot. lolsob

#fic ask #lucivar

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rigelmejo · 2 years

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Well. Checked out 那些风花雪月 again to see if I still hate it as much as the first time around. (Its a good story! I just did not click with the writing style and it confused me so much when i first tried reading). My old posts say I initially tried to read it at 14 months into learnjng chinese. I remember I hated it because I ran into so many chengyu and fancy phrasing I was pulling my hair out and confused as hell about things as simple even as "the kid grabbed some glue" said in the fanciest Wording to me which kept confusing me like hell. So I made it thru like 2-4 chapters suffering nonstop barely following anything then gave up. I was sure then, I assumed, that partly I just couldn't handle the writing style because it was SO DIFFERENT from the writers I was familiar with and liked.

Mxtx wrote straightforward, priest writes with description and imagery but the BULK of priests descriptive expressions you can mentally visualize literally then like in English interpret metaphorically. "Stiff as a coffin" makes as much sense in chinese as English, "looked like a mushroom swaying in the wind" makes you think of a kind of lame maybe emo maybe pathetic little man swaying in the wind in both languages (Guo changcheng gets described this way lol), da qing is described as "fat like a pancake" Well I can picture that pretty literally and get it. A lot of priests descriptions require vocabulary knowledge yes, but fancy chengyu and phrasing understanding are Not required. Priest writes in a way I like, and sort of how I also write. My favorite Chinese pingxie fanfic writers Also tend to do the bulk of their descriptions this way. Which for me, just seem to be much easier for me to grasp.

Well. I've looked at this fic again, now 3 years in and a better reader. I no longer need a click dictionary to read it. I can already tell I still would pull my hair reading it though.

在幼稚围里，一呼百应的「孩子王」沈晋几乎得到所有小朋友的拥戴，除了秦央。

In the childhood circle (already giving me a headache parsing that), one call hundred responding Child King (another headache parsing the one calls a hundred respond Child king part), Shen Jin it seemed had all the friends supporting him, except Qin Yang.

老师的乖宝宝秦央从不为沈晋的进口奶糖所动；

Teacher's treasure Qin Yang never gives any sweet actions to Shen Yin. (Wrong! Jinkou is imported, naitangsuodong is imported toffee - didn't know suodong meant imported, yet another headache phrasing).

I can already tell despite knowing a lot more words now, this authors writing style just still. Is a mess for me to parse. ToT

I believe they're a good writer, and I get why people like them and recommend them. I think maybe either a brain needs to prefer a bit different style then mine though, or else know a lot higher vocab, to read this author though.

I don't even think it's chengyu tripping me up necessarily anymore in regards to this writer? I can read 笑猫日记，盗墓笔记，镇魂，寒舍 just fine as far as chengyu I run into, and even 破云 which is hard for me because I need to look up actual words... does not give me phrasing I just cannot parse out.

I think I just don't click well with the author.

I probably should read them at some point, specifically because I do find them difficult, and if I find them difficult I probably find a lot of authors with similar styles difficult, and that'll be a stumbling block eventually if not addressed at some point.

#rant #it is. kinda funny tho to me ToT #this was one of the authors i first tried #and pretty much every other thing i ever read was Easier for me #from huozhe to sci fi about cats to even fucking cancipin and shapolang #from mxtx to gu long to poyun.#ive found things with much less words i know. but still gongxi huanxis writing just confuses me nonstop when i read #i ger that its likely stylistixally pretty! and pretty sentence structure choices!#but for my brain it just gets overheated when i read it ToT

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neo-shitty · 2 years

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hi toffee!

i would like to join your skz drabble collab with my writing side blog (late-minhours). my member of choice is felix and the time stamp 10 pm-11 pm.

i literally cannot begin to tell you how excited i am for this, the idea is brilliant.

thank you and have a wonderful day/night!! 🥰

hello! there are still slots for felix but the timestamp 10-11pm has just been taken. are you still interested in writing for another time?

#i'm honored that you're excited for this :((( thank youuu #have a wonderful day/night as well #toff.asks #oddinarily #collab: 24/8

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quintential · 4 months

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raina, why cant you live right?

I wish sometimes that i could trade my life for someone elses, so they could use it better than me.

someone else deserves what i have more, will do more with my life than i ever could.

raina, what about me? be kind, be compassionate, to me, just me. i am good, i am using my life. i am grateful. i write confusing things, i cant do this anymore. i cant make beauty out of nothing, ive tried im sorry theres nothing left and i feel like shit.

my friend has cancer and doesnt know how long they will live, they may die soon but always gets out and does things and i am wasting away my good health eating toffee and reading the same smut over and over,

alone, and depressed,

and i wish for death when others wish for life,

its all very meaningless and cliche and small,

but i cannot be good.

sorry.

i'll try to speak well to myself and be better.

to live well.

ill forget that i want nothing more than to be alone and curl up and sleep, forever forever forever

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rebeccareviews · 6 months

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The Unofficial Disney Parks Restaurants Cookbook by Ashley Craft

Ashley Craft’s The Unofficial Disney Parks Restaurants Cookbook is a wonderful cookbook that will bring the magic of the American Disney parks straight into your kitchen!

This well-organised recipe collection is divided into chapters on Breakfast, Lunch, Appetizers and Snacks, Main Dishes, Desserts, and Drinks. The book also features a very helpful section on The Disney Parks Restaurants Experience which gives readers some fascinating facts about several of the most popular Disney restaurants like Tiffins Restaurant and Be Our Guest Restaurant. There is also a chapter on The Disney Parks Cook’s Essentials which lists the tools like piping bags and syrups that you’ll need to whip up your own fanciful feasts!

I am a huge Disney fanatic and I cannot wait to start whipping up these goodies! I love that the book features a range of both easy and more complicated dishes. There are approachable Breakfast dishes like Mickey-Shaped Pancakes but I will need a more experienced cook to help me with Melba Crepes (fruit filled homemade crepes!). Simple Lunch dishes include the bright The Sun Bonnet Trio Strawberry Salad while there are more time and labour-intensive meals like Lobster Bisque with homemade lobster stock!

Fun appetizers include the intricate Five-Blossom Bread and the crowd-pleasing Fried Mozzarella. You can also enjoy Jambalaya or try hybrid Curry-Spiced Pizza with from scratch pizza dough! Everyone’s favourite Desserts section features the decadent Ooey Gooey Toffee Cake and the super cool The Sword in the Sweet (a pudding with a cookie sword in it!). Funky drinks include The Happy Haunts Milkshake (topped with a chocolate glazed donut!) and the fan favourite Rum Blossoms (a bright fruity alcoholic drink with boba balls that can also be made non-alcoholic!).

The recipes are clearly detailed and easy-to-follow. Craft’s writing is concise and friendly. She begins the recipes with a brief write-up which can include fun facts about the dish’s history, the restaurant location, tasting notes or serving tips. Many of the ingredients are fairly accessible and moderately inexpensive. Craft also often offers several ingredient swaps. There are several specialty items like flavoured boba pearls and buckwheat flour. But, they are still moderately inexpensive and not too difficult to find.

Also, several recipes do require the use of specialty equipment like a bacon press and aluminum cream maker but, thankfully, Craft offers utensil swaps for those of us who do not want to purchase these things. While many of the recipes encourage creating items from scratch, I also appreciate the use of convenience items like cake mix, Hawaiian rolls, and pot sticker wrappers. There are also great tips for making drinks non-alcoholic and I also appreciate that there are quite a few vegetarian recipes.

The book’s layout is simple, clean, and elegant. I do wish it was more exciting to suit the magic of Disney. I also like that many of the recipes have simply staged but lovely full-colour and full-page pictures.

Thank you to NetGalley and Adams Media for this book in exchange for an honest review.

🥄🥄🥄🥄 out of 5 spoons!

#ashley craft #The Unofficial Disney Parks Restaurants Cookbook #book review #book reviews #netgalley #book #books #cookbooks #cooking #recipe book #disney #food #food recipes

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yandere-toons · 3 years

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Are you at all interested in writing about Yanderes who change enough to no longer be Yanderes (losing traits that make them such, character development, forming a stronger and purer attachment to the S/O than they thought possible, etc.), or is that too soft, boring, and ruining of their potential for you to write about? Make no mistake, I like your dark content as it is!

For characters who are quick to kill and/or kidnap, the obsession alters their life in ways that cannot be reversed. Others find the misguided euphoria it invokes much too addictive to overcome, and a select few enjoy the chaos it urges them to perform.

EXAMPLES:

Discord (My Little Pony)

King Sombra

Queen Chrysalis

Mark Beaks

Dr Nefarious

Emperor Nefarious

Gyro Gearloose (2017)

Dr Akita

Jim Starling

Doofus Drake (2017)

Scar (The Lion King)

Tasmanian Devil

Daffy Duck (in every universe)

Duck Dodgers

Drake Darkstar

Flintheart Glomgold

Black Heron

Steelbeak

John D. Rockerduck

Mephiles the Dark

Infinite the Jackel

Scourge the Hedgehog

Toffee (Star vs. the Forces of Evil)

Phineas T. Ratchet

Randall Boggs

Magica De Spell

Bill Cipher

Queen Tyr'ahnee

Invader Zim

Almighty Tallest Red

Almighty Tallest Purple

Gaz Membrane

Pitch Black

Gregory (Gregory Horror Show)

Negaduck

Lord Dominator

Lord Hater

Professor Pericles

Rico (The Penguins of Madagascar)

Dr Blowhole

Paddywhack

Bushroot

As counterintuitive as it appears, indulging them for a while is the fastest way to persuade certain characters into shedding most of their obsessive tendencies. The source of the problem is likely insecurity or trust issues, and patience will be rewarded with a much more stable relationship.

EXAMPLES:

Donatello (2012 + Rise of the TMNT)

Wile E. Coyote

Marvin the Martian

Miles "Tails" Prower

Nerdlucks

Alberto Scorfano

Scrooge McDuck

Huey Duck

Louie Duck

Danny Phantom

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera

Gandra Dee (2017)

Bradford Buzzard

Daisy Duck (2017)

Knuckles the Echidna

Shadow the Hedgehog

Twilight Sparkle

Fluttershy

Dipper Pines

Gladstone Gander

Heinz Doofenshmirtz

Panda (We Bare Bears)

Dib Membrane

Tom Lucitor

Jack Frost

Luca Paguro

Skipper (The Penguins of Madagascar)

Dr Octavius Brine | Dave the Octopus

Either they are too delusional to appreciate the severity of their behaviour (and therefore see the need for improvement), or they aren't especially aggressive in the first place. These characters may conform to some requests from their obsession but won't undergo any major changes.

EXAMPLES:

Freakazoid

Lola Bunny

Bugs Bunny

Dewey Duck

Della Duck

Fethry Duck

Star Butterfly

Ludwig Von Drake

Sonic the Hedgehog

Michelangelo (Rise of the TMNT)

Leonardo (Rise of the TMNT)

Webby Vanderquack

Don Karnage

Grizz (We Bare Bears)

Darkwarrior Duck

Launchpad McQuack

Rarity (My Little Pony)

Rainbow Dash

Pinkie Pie

GIR

Count Duckula

Mabel Pines

Kildare Coot

Catherine (Gregory Horror Show)

Danger Mouse

Wander (Wander Over Yonder)

Fred Jones

Private (The Penguins of Madagascar)

Roger Rabbit

Quackerjack

This is neither exhaustive nor does it mean that certain characters are incapable of lessening their more unpleasant tendencies. Many are simply unwilling, but I'm open to writing about the reader trying (and perhaps failing in some cases) to improve their behaviour.

#Yandere #Yandere x You #Yandere x Reader #Yandere Imagines #Yandere Headcanons #Yandere Various #Yandere Concept #Reader Insert #X Reader #Imagines

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