Gasp! You have OCs? And I didn’t know?!?!?! :O
Well, now I gotta know everything about them!!! But, just to make your life easier, how about we stick to basic introductions?
So, 1 and 2 for the OC asks!!! :D
HELLO MY LOVELY :D the way i threw aside my book soooo fast (ok not threw. put aside quickly and with the intent of completing a mission)
i have. So Many OCs its not even funny lmao
I LOVE THEM ALL SO SO MUCH!!!!
a lot of them started off as just like Very Specific Readers and then I was like oh fuck it I CAN DO WHAT I WANT (one made her way into being the lead in my novel with many adjustments but her spirit lives on lmao)
OKAY !!! i have many but lets focus on my #1 gal
What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?
Okay do I have a full name for my girl? No i dont,but that's okay :D um, her name is Dahlia and she is my baby my favourite child ever. It's an arabic name (bc of course it is) and it means flower. It's not a very common name but its cute and it just has such a nice ring to it....
I mostly picked it because I was like "oh my god i need an arabic name that is not the most generic basic ass name ever" and it came about and now I can't see her as any other name!!! its fitting to her now that I think about it? She just. blossoms.
2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?
Umm she's a prodigy, dunno if I would call that a TITLE. but to her man she is nothing but A Queen. no fr, um, in my mind and in the like 2 pieces of actual character plot I sat down to WRITE for her, she gets a PhD so she has the title of Doctor though she only uses it to abuse her power. she's used to the usual Miss/Ma'am that everyone is accustomed to using
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One thing about 87!Donatello's occasional desire to be a normal turtle is, it's worrying, but it's not suicide adjacent the way it would be for any other Donatello.
The context in which he starts to think about it is one where they've pursued a newly mutated sumo gerbil (yes, seriously) back to the petshop where it was trying to break in so it could "go home". When the unstable mutation wears off it's happy to be shut back in its cage and Donatello thinks he recognises the petshop as the one where the turtles were originally sold.
For the gerbil being given sudden sapience isn't a gift or the beginning of its existence as a person, it's a weird and scary thing that left it adrift in a world it didn't understand and that didn't understand it. Having it wear off is a happy ending. After all, if a human was turned into a dragon and given massively expanded intelligence, a thousand year lifespan, and the power of flight and fire, but still wanted to go back to being human that would be understandable.
Donatello remembers being a turtle - his sense of his own identity doesn't start with sapience - so seeing another animal unmutate and be happy when he's unhappy with nearly but not quite fitting into the human world makes him thoughtful.
There's still a lot he does and enjoys that a turtle couldn't do! And most of the time (such as when being threatened with de-mutation by Shredder) he doesn't want to go back to being a helpless turtle. But there is that lingering feeling that he might fit into the world better (and be liked by humans better) if he was simply a turtle they could keep as a pet.
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R63 human au where Lestat begs Armand to let her go down on her while she’s on her period 🥹
I feel like when I think about it, it's Armand doing it to Lestat because in my head, Lestat's almost always such a pillow princess! And Armand's a stone cold service top — she lives to please. And in the AU they established these dynamic early on when Armand would (literally) pursue Lestat after the classes they shared and pull her into an empty room, yank down her panties, and eat her out without saying a word. All before they ever actually had a proper conversation.
So I'm imagining Lestat getting her period once they're "properly" dating, and she's an absolutely miserable whiny mess. Achy and crying and extremely temperamental and argumentative (seriously... imagine Lestat with a period. I dare you). Armand knows that orgasms help with cramps and she just wants to soothe her pretty bratty princess and get her to shut the hell up, so she gets up and silently retrieves some towels and lays them out on the bed before summoning Lestat to strip all the way, yes, all the way, down.
Prior to getting with Armand, Lestat has had a lot of sex, she's a slut and proud of it (as she should be 🥰), but it's mostly been of the vanilla variety so she hasn't really had a chance to explore her kinks or be introduced to new ones.
Armand isn't always physically aggressive in bed (although it does come out when she's feeling possessive) but she is very domineering and when Lestat hesitates, Armand kisses her cheek and walks her to the bed before pushing her down and making quick work of her pants, panties, and pad. Ass on the towel, knees up and legs spread. Armand is so dedicated, and she absolutely takes advantage of how extra overly sensitive Lestat's nipples and clit are when she's on her cycle. It's a mess and Armand is just enough of a kinky freak to romanticize consuming the blood from her girlfriend's womb. 🥹 And of course Lestat's so sweet and cuddly after she's cum no less than five times in 45 minutes, at least twice on the strap-on.
Good for her.
Also, separately — I want genderswapped vampires but Lestat is simulating the act of eating out Armand on her period, like biting her tongue and pushing the blood into Armand's pussy and licking and sucking it back up while nicking Armand's clit with her fangs (I wanna work it into the sapphic L/A fic that's been vibing in docs for months now, pray for us).
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Idk about your intentions, and feel free to ignore me if I’m wrong, but Mikey sounds like a maladaptive daydreamer lol.
Just some background, maladaptive daydreamers use these huge fictional worlds called paracosms to escape reality. Some people do it because of anxiety or stress, but some do it as like a coping mechanism (which is how I’d see Mikey doing it based on your dissociation post) People with maladaptive daydreaming can stim while doing it, like rocking back and forth, pacing, etc, but some can master the art of being able to sit still and just daydream whenever. There’s almost an addictive aspect to it, and a lot of daydreamers have to take adhd or anxiety meds to shake it
Would Mikey stim at first but learn to stay still after Splinter lectured him too many times? Would his paracosm be the book that he’s writing about killing splinter? Idk feel free to look at this like I’m crazy but this subject is very close to my heart as I’m a daydreamer myself.
OK SO like. I don't know. and I don't know if Mikey has maladaptive daydreaming for a specific reason.
That being that I'm basing him on myself. I spent a lot (AND I DO MEAN A LOT) of my time in my head as a kid. I don't really know what a paracosm is so I'm not sure if I was exploring within them. but there are huge chunks of my childhood i really only remember via the emotional exploration I was doing inside these fictional worlds. Like most of puberty for me was just imagining gay fictional gods and forbidden love and abuse and violence and at all that. and it's hard for me to tell if that was a bad thing because it's linked to a very integral part of my personality- that being the desire to tell and experience stories.
I was always dragging around paper and pencils to draw these imagined worlds. But i was also often just sitting with my eyes closed (or sometimes opened, but closed if I wanted to really focus)
if I was painfully bored, or very anxious (which happened often, basically any time i was outside the house or not watching tv or playing a game) I would do this. If I was stuck in a car or a room while my siblings were fighting violently, I would force myself to try to only think about my characters. If the talk radio host was getting on my nerves I would try to drown him out by thinking about my characters going through their worlds and getting in fights and having sex and all that stuff.
this got even better (or worse, considering how you think of it) once I got earbuds/headphones and access to my cousins old ipod. I was finally able to fully block out the world and only, ONLY ever think of my stories. just how I'd always wanted.
and sure, I was always kind of spacey, but even when I wasn't thinking of stories and art I was bad at paying attention the way adults liked. I think adults liked me more when I was just sitting there thinking anyway, instead of being hyper and then having an emotional breakdown when i realize they thought I was annoying.
There was a particularly vibrant time for daydreaming around puberty where i had dozens if not around a hundred different intricate stories that I started to overlap, just because. And I'd go through them over and over, adding or changing little things, making up reasons that the characters would all end up living in the same bunker or fighting the same enemy. making up reasons for the god of war and his little lamb prince to be torn apart. making up reasons for them to attack each other. then forcing them back together through all the trauma.
and recalling these spaces makes me kind of shiver because they're almost like real memories to me. I remember thinking of these scenarios more than I remember my real life around 11-12 years old. And i think that's largely because after I got my blackbelt at around 11 years old, my parents let me quit karate, and didn't force me to do any more sports or anything. So for the most part I legit never left the house. My entire life was in these stories and in my art.
I really only stopped doing this once I got sent off to high school at around 13-14 and was basically FORCED to participate in the real world more.
but I did that all on purpose. i was bored, and i hated other kids because they never clicked with me. and it never seemed to interrupt my life in a way that my parents noticed or cared about. in fact it was the only thing that kept me from being actively suicidal for a while there!
so like. i don't know man. i don't know.
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I generally spend summers out west visiting with my parents because it's much colder out there, which is better for my chronic illnesses. I figure that there's nothing much keeping me here during the summer, especially because it's not really safe for me to go outside when it's hot, so until something comes up that makes traveling for long periods less attractive (like a job that requires me to stay put, a partner, home renovations, etc.) I'm gonna keep doing it.
But brooooo the only thing that makes me occasionally consider staying here for the summer is plants. When I used to stay here during the summer, before my parents moved to California, I used to grow the most beautiful plants. I have this raised garden bed that I got when I first moved in and I've never really gotten to use it because I'm just never here during a full growing season anymore.
I have grow shelves in my office and that's nice, but it's nothing compared to actually being able to grow tomatoes and stuff in my garden. And OH if I were able to use that space out there to get a little apple tree! One of the self-pollinating ones with multiple varieties! Or one of the dwarf peach/nectarine combos...
I'd cry!
But those things need a little babying and I'm just not here enough to do it properly. Which is sad, because gardening is actually pretty good for my mental health. And while I love my parents' area, a lot of fruiting plants just do not do well in that environment. I love the plants that are there, but every time we've tried to do tomatoes or cucumbers or something, they just do not thrive at all. Way too cold and gray. We can grow pea pods, but I hate pea pods...
*staring into space daydreaming about franken fruit trees because someone on my dash had the misfortune to reblog something about plant grafting*
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