Finally the writing demons did their job and possesed me enough to finish ch 1 of the Goddesses AU THANK YOU
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@bitbrumal - sc!
What kind of gift does one give the Tsaritsa herself? What does Chongyun even have to offer in the first place? They have almost nothing to their name save for the clothes on their back and their claymore.
And yet, they're standing before her, head bowed. Nothing about this is right, but Chongyun doesn't exactly have a choice anymore.
Laying down his claymore on the ground, Chongyun then steps back. "I have nothing else to offer you," he says quietly. "No one else will have me, so I offer you my service."
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A little before and after!
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All the Things to Explore WIP
From the moment they got to the landing at the top of the spiral staircase of the bar, the two women couldn’t resist the temptation to seek each other’s touch. With a memorized movement and passionately blind scramble, the tall bartender led her eccentric lover down the hallway, her hand cradling the back of her blue-eyed lover’s soft curls, until their bodies collided with a thud outside her bedroom door, pinning the shorter woman in her silhouette.
“Shhh, Targot. They’ll hear us if you keep being so reckless,” Tilly warned in a hushed tone, her breathing heavy as their lips separated from their romantic lifeline.
“Are you nervous?” Margot sultrily asked, focused on the blonde’s lips and rosy tint rising from her face, all of which she was sure had nothing to do with the dim hallway being lit with the sunlight shining around the edges of the door. “Or do you just like the danger?”
There was no danger to being caught but it was fun to pretend there was. The green-eyed backpacker knew her mom would eventually find out, if not already knew, that she was into Tilly. Roni already knew, considering she kept teasing, asking if she was waiting for someone cute with the way she kept getting lost in thought mixing drinks or becoming alert at the sound of the bar’s shopkeeper bell after 4pm. Although Roni wasn’t one to share secrets, perks of sharing things with a bartender, questions would be asked upon return, Margot thought, having deliberately brought Tilly upstairs in front of her mom; she had never done that with anyone, let alone invite them inside her bedroom.
“No comment,” Tilly replied, smirking, as she removed her hands from Margot’s blue flannel-covered shoulders and twisted the doorknob slowly.
“Wha-”
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miles “i got it” morales earth 42 miles 591 words
Between the both of you, Miles is always the first to stand up when the bell rings at the end of class. With all the textbooks you bring to school, he knows your backpack is just one mechanical pencil away from hitting a ton and for that reason he never lets you carry it yourself. In fact, he makes it his mission to pick it up before you do. With his own backpack on one shoulder, he’ll watch for the exact moment you’re done tucking your supplies away just to interrupt you as you’re mid-reach so he can scoop it up into his free hand by the top handle.
“I got it.”
Miles always pays for you guys’ dates. You knew this wasn’t abnormal when it came to relationships, seeing as he’s the guy, you’re the girl, and that’s just the ‘societal norm’ or whatever. It’s how your dad told you a male should treat the girl he’s with, and based off how Miles acts, you assumed his own father had given him the same speech as well before he passed. But even when you two take a stroll to the corner store to pick up some cheap snacks for a study session—the total coming out to as little as $4.37 for some sunchips and sour gummy worms—he still won’t let you pay.
He’s already getting his wallet out before the cashier can read the total off. And when you try and protest, he’s all—
“I got it.”
When your laces have come undone and you hadn’t noticed.
“Ma, your shoe’s untied.”
You’ll stop in your tracks and look down at your loosened laces, prepared to hand your phone off to him so you can bend down to tie them, and like always—
“I got it.”
When the pizza you ordered an hour ago finally shows up at the door and you get the ‘arrived’ notification on your phone—which he’s already seen because he’s always looking over your shoulder as you scroll your time away on tiktok, watching them with you as an excuse to be all up on you—you can bet your life on what his response will be.
“I got it.”
You knew he only wanted to be a gentleman, but at this point, you were convinced ‘I got it’ was his middle name instead of Gonzalo.
For a while now, Miles has felt like he has to take responsibility and do everything even when something isn’t asked of him, and you wanted him to know that same sentiment didn’t have to apply to the two of you. So you started trying to beat him at his own game.
Brushing past him and rushing down the concrete steps of his apartment building to make it to the passenger side door and open it for yourself before he can.
Keeping your backpack on the opposite side of your desk so you can have the chance to pick it up before him, even if it earns you a subtle glare each time. And while some days it really is too heavy for you to carry—heavy enough to make you question exactly what point you’re trying to prove here—you remain determined.
Having cash ready and smacking it down on the peeling countertop of the bodega before your snacks have even been rung up, and regardless of how insane you look and how the clerk squeezes his face at you to confirm that, the triumphant grin you give Miles (who’s struggling to contain a smile of his own) doesn’t falter.
“I got it.”
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Out of Earshot
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Hmm.... It's almost like something happened that we don't know about......
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Finally able to post this! Gonna say straight out the bat; don't look at the consistency of injuries before this point. Just straight up don't. They are NOT consistent at all (but then again this comic was never consistent art wise to begin with, so....)
The turtles have eye colors now! Cause I thought that was cool :)
Bonus:
They did not, in fact, tell April or Cass about the whole "Leo may be turning into a kraang zombie" situation.
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Isn't this what you wanted?
Time sure feels like it's running out
Just finish what you started
Queen of nothing
Wearing such a heavy crown
lil gift for @ayyyyysexual who gave me an excellent art prompt
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