#don does NOT need to know what his brother gets up to for his sake lmao

[hellishgayliath]

Answer the question Leo

also in gif form lel

#rottmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rise of the tmnt #leosagi #my art #usagi yuichi #don does NOT need to know what his brother gets up to for his sake lmao

[house-strong]

— THE DANCE between dragons ʾ ⋆

summary ; request by anon.

“possibly a little love triangle request?? Jacaerys/Reader/Aemond but Jacaerys ends up coming out on top?”

pairing ; jacaerys velaryon x reader x aemond targaryen

notes ; i absolutely LOVE jacaerys ever since ep 8,, what a respectful king he is!! warning: this is lengthy!

being offered the hand of an established lord was a glorious feat that was longed for by any waiting lady in the realm. to find a husband that has not only the name, the title, but also lands and wealth to shower his soon-to-be family with. this would not only strengthen ties within the houses of the realm, but ensure that any lords daughter would be well treated, well respected, and well cared for.

but, to get two hands of established lords was unprecedented. you seemed to be in such predicament. to add fuel to the fire, they were both princes. to say your family was merely ecstatic wouldn’t be doing it justice.

one velaryon and one targaryen. the eldest child of laenor velaryon and the princess rhaenyra targaryen, and the youngest son of his grace, king viserys targaryen and his wife, queen alicent hightower. jacaerys velaryon, future heir to the iron throne, and aemond targaryen, the one-eyed prince.

you had been in the presence of aemond longer than you had to jacaerys, being the dutiful lady-in-waiting to the formers older sister, princess helaena. brought to court in king’s landing by your lord father, you were first caught by aemond targaryen – a child with a serious facade who had only smiled when he caught your eye. he would ensure that you were content, always lingering around in the shadows like a lost pup. he envied the time his sister had with you and always pestered his sister with questions.

does she like flowers? what’s her favorite pie? do you think she cares if i have a dragon or not?

that was when he had two eyes.

now, he was a man grown and hardened. donning an eyepatch and a scar on his left eye, he was no different than how he was as a boy when he was with you.

kind, charismatic, and funny. sure, he was all too teasing sometimes, but he always knew the right thing to say afterward so that you could never stay upset. the boyish things he used to do when he was younger; gently shove you as he passed by, mutter playful taunts under his breath, and interrupt your time with his sister princess, was vastly different than the way he treated you now. now, he brought flowers every now and then – even going as far to claim that they were from your native lands. they weren’t, of course, but it was obvious from his dragon riding attire and the dirt underneath his fingernails that he had gone out of kings landing in search of a bouquet worthy of your attention.

bringing you a book, staying by your side in silence as you answered scriptures sent to you by your family, and sitting by you and eating his dinner by your side. offering a dragon ride – anything, to keep you entertained and keep you in king’s landing.

it was adorable, his queen mother had thought. although princess helaena was married to her brother, prince aegon, and no longer needed a lady-in-waiting, the royal family kept you by their side (or rather aemond’s side) for aemond’s sake. you kept him out of trouble and brought light back to the prince’s once dull life.

from the beginning, these interactions had left your heart fluttering and your stomach in a knot. however, as of late with prince jacaerys’ arrival, the feeling had quelled and moved from aemond to jacaerys.

jacaerys velaryon, was no different. when his family returned to court at king’s landing and was greeted by the king, the queen, his uncle and aunt, and surprisingly you, he was head over heels. in your house colors and a long gown that covered your ankles, with long sleeves that looped through your fingers bound by jewelry, he thought he had met the entity of the maiden he had heard maesters and small-folk speak about.

beautiful and radiant, he knew he had to get to know you. the only thing in his way was the stone dragon that ever so protectively stood in front of you, almost shielding your presence from his nephew. it was like a silent exchange between the two when they made eye contact – you were aemond’s.

that didn’t stop jacaerys though. with each action aemond had for you, jacaerys had an equal and sometimes even greater reaction.

he was less obvious and more of how a lord should act; offering his hand to you when ever you climbed stairs or descended from a carriage, being the first to arrive at your apartment chamber to summon you to break your fast. he was constantly a new figure in your life and often asked questions about your native lands. you couldn’t tell him much – years of being away from home, it had turned into a distant memory rather than a fresh remembrance. he had told you one day, when you announced your discontent at being away from home so long, that he would take you. that statement alone was enough to make you fall.

that was when the dance between the dragons started and the revival of their long feud began.

“dear (y/n),” aemond’s voice brings you back to the present. you halt your tracks and turn your head toward the direction of his voice, a smile brightening both of your faces. you give him a customary curtsy as he approaches with long strides. “where are you off to in such a hurry?”

you hadn’t realized how fast you were walking or where you were even going.

“i was going to the godswood to read, my prince. i find that it’s both quiet and relaxing to be there,” you reply, rediscovering the reason for being out of your chambers.

aemond relaxes his shoulders and puts his hands behind his back, “no need for formalities, my lady, would you care if i joined?”

the question wasn’t surprising at all, aemond was always by your side. it was rather poetic and sweet.

“i would love if you joined me, prince aemond.” at your affirmation, aemond sticks out his right arm and you gladly grasp it, taking care to stay in his line of sight as you readjust your hold on your book. his other hand falls onto the one holding his arm, his fingers, long and warm, curled around yours. “how are you fairing with the return of your nephews?”

perhaps you should have waited to ask him, for his face turned dark.

“my nephews and half-sister are like the plague. they turn everything sour and seem to ruin–” when he feels your head turn and his eyes on his side profile, he halts his word assault on his family, “though, the kitchen cooks are preparing better meals every day. i assume that is the only light of their presence.”

“aemond,” you say carefully, raising your brows. the prince sighs and continues to lead you to the godswood, and soon enough, the halls open into an enormous, open courtyard with a single weirwood tree. “they are your family.”

aemond wants to pull his hair out, freely say obscenities and announce their bastard parentage – but he had sworn his mother that he would stop with the strong insults.

“family,” he tastes the word on his tongue before gently dropping your hand from his arm. he approaches the weirwood tree and collapses to the ground, legs spread open and bent at the knee. “is a peculiar thing.”

you follow but more gracefully, bending your knees and sliding on to the grass. you splay out your dress, doing care to keep your modesty. you allow the silence to engulf you two and think about your choice of words next, “how so?”

“sometimes i think my own family isn’t mine,” he confesses and this is the time where he makes that face, the face that comes before he allows his secrets to fall and his wishes to come forward. “aegon, he.. he isn’t what i’d imagine him to be. my mother is.. absent and my father is the closest thing to seeing the stranger.”

you frown, but he continues, “i believe helaena is the only one i’m truly proud of and is my beloved sister.” his confession is a sad one and drives you to gently place your hand on his in support. “i think we should be lucky to choose our family.”

he does well to look you in the eye at his last sentence. you bashfully look away and your hand leaves his – he doesn’t like the sudden coolness on his skin that follows.

“would you like me–” your sentence is cut short by the sudden surprise of aemond’s calloused finger catching your chin, turning your face to his. his thumb gently touches your bottom lip and he’s focused on the pair. with caution, he looks for any objection and when he sees none, he leans in and places a delicate, but yearning kiss on your lips. he parts and leans back, a boyish look lightening his features, “aemond.”

his name comes out like a whisper from your lips and he almost moves to his knees. you enjoy this feeling – the fleet of uncertainty and the softness of love.

the moment passes faster than how it happened and suddenly you’re both parting farther, “nephew.” you look up and it’s jacaerys approaching.

jacaerys smiles once he catches your eye, but it falters when he gaze moves to aemond, “there you are, lady (y/n). i’ve been looking for you.”

he’s been.. looking for you? it’s both a surprise to you and aemond, though, the latter grips the earth until his knuckles turn bone-white. you don’t seem to notice, but the once kind smile the velaryon prince bore had turned triumphant. it’s almost as if he wants to piss off his uncle.

“my prince– i, you have?” you look down at the forgotten book in your lap and quickly raise it to jacaerys’ line of sight, as if to defend why you and aemond were in the godswood, “i was just reading to prince aemond.”

“i’m sure it was something lovely to hear.. dear uncle, would you care to lady (y/n) joining me on a stroll throughout the red keep? i might even show her how great vermax is.” your head turns to observe aemond, who was as quiet as ever. his expression is cold and his singular eye glares daggers into the velaryon prince. you were sure that if vhagar was here, aemond would have commanded his beast to rain fire on his nephew. however, his lips purse into a fine line and his eye flicks to meet yours. he blinks, then looks at jacaerys and nods in defeat.

“i shall safekeep your book, my lady,” aemond says solemnly, giving you a wounded look. he wants to reach out to push jacaerys away, taking you in his arms and mounting vhagar with you by his side and leave king’s landing. “i will.. see you tonight?”

you smile and nod, handing the book you were supposed to read to the prince, before grasping jacaerys’ extended hand that helped you to your feet. you give one last look at aemond while jacaerys leads you away, and it’s enough to tear your heart in two.

you follow jacaerys without a word, your mind a blur. was aemond confessing himself to you? pledging himself to you? did he.. love you? it was enough turmoil that you wanted to tear your hair out.

“you weren’t reading to him, were you?” prince jacaerys asks, his head turning to glance at you as his breath mingles with the air. you’re suddenly shy and nervous – whether from the truthfulness of the kiss you and aemond had shared, or the close proximity between you and jacaerys.

“not exactly, my prince,” you confess, ducking your head and looking at anything but the prince beside you. maybe you should have lied, but so far, you and jacaerys have been nothing less than honest. that’s what you loved – the honesty that never had any deceit or ill-will. perhaps you wanted to keep it that way.

the halls of the red keep become more secluded, less skylight falling into the courtyard and more torches lighting the corridors. jacaerys leads you up steps and you follow, lifting the skirt of your dress a bit to clear your pathway.

he continues to lead, the passageway becoming more clear and open once again. you inhale deeply at the last few steps, the air exiting through your nose as you two exit the tower of stairs. the walls soon disappear and the open, clear sky becomes obvious as it replaces the targaryen heraldries and tapestries. you gasp in awe as you turn your head – from here, visenya’s hill and black water bay are in view. it’s beautiful from the garrison wall.

jacaerys’ steps slow and you walk ahead, turning at the last moment to face him. he looks troubled, hands enclosed in fists at his side.

“it’s no secret that he has some affections for you,” jacaerys says carefully, taking in your figure before creating a set in his jaw, the bone more prominent. he turns his head and stares out into the open bay, moving toward the wall to lean into it. “i don’t doubt that he’s already made it known.”

“i’m sorry, my prince, but i don’t understand what you’re getting at.” your words border on a laugh, brows furrowing as you move closer. what was jacaerys playing at? was this some elaborate plan to embarrass you?

“no sly words, nothing less than the honest truth,” he starts, moving away from the stone wall to stand in front of you. his warm hands engulf yours – it’s embrace is firm and reassuring. thumbs gently run along your hand as he tries to soothe his own nerves and coax yours. “i will tell you exactly as i feel, and i would hope you feel the same.”

your heart moves from your chest to your stomach and tears had begun to well in your eyes at his next words.

“i.. i must confess that i also harbor affections for you. these past few days, while so little, have been something that i’ve been longing for,” he begins, looking down at your conjoined hands before peeking up through his brown strands of hair. “i think of you night and day, lady (y/n), your well-being clouds my judgement, and i am at constant ends with myself.”

he thought to himself, to either make himself happy and serve the consequences of being at yet another war with his uncles, or forever live in regret. he decided to swallow the lump in his throat.

your breath shudders at his confession and you feel your stomach lurch.

“i want to ask for your hand. i want you to be my lady and be by my side when my mother ascends the iron throne and i take dragonstone.” one of his hands releases his grasp on yours, his hand rising to brush a stray strand of hair from your face and tuck it behind your ear. his smile is boyish, with teeth peeking from behind his lips. this mere expression is enough to make you sigh. “i want you to see your family and visit home whenever you’d like – we can go together on vermax and travel wherever we’d like.”

“we wouldn’t have to worry about court, or formalities. we could.. we could do anything that your heart desires,” he inhales deeply, the air squashing the dull ache in his chest, “i just.. i want you. all of you. what do you say?”

the passed days replay in your mind. jacaerys dancing with you in the courtyard – the laughter that always filled the room whenever you were with him. it felt comfortable and content to be with him. you had no worries when you were with him, no worry of the wrath of his mother if you upset him, and no worry if your absence had caused a disturbance. this was easy and this felt right.

“yes.”

when word of prince jacaerys’ proposal to you and your acceptance had caught wind and spread like dragonfire, it had done nothing but harden the feelings of aemond targaryen. some would even say that it drove the one-eyed prince mad and demand atonement, an eye for an eye, or in this case, a loved one for a loved one.

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader x aemond targaryen #jacaerys velaryon imagine #jacaerys velaryon fic #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen imagine #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fic #my writing

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Mc has to leave on short notice and the Brothers think they ran away

Lucifer:

if anybody saw him they would think he´s incredibly angry because he thinks you just left them forever

actually he is but it very quickly turns into him locking himself into his room and just wallowing in self pity, sadness and Demonus

a very bad combo if I might add but considering it´s Lucifer what else would you expect? him talking to others how he feels? if any of those Seven could do that they wouldn´t need Mc to solve all of their problems

but no he just bottles all of his feelings up and acts like it doesn´t bother him

but it does bother him like everybody is worried if there will be a new Satan situation worried

just imagine how he will feel when he sees the note Mc left him and might I add it was just on his night stand he should have seen it days before

if any of his Brothers even think about telling Mc about this he will string them up for all of eternity

Mammon:

he locked himself in his room and refused to leave until Mc get´s back and explains themselves, he thinks they left him but he keeps himself in (false) denial that they will come back to him

which they will if he didn´t bury his “phone battery died, will be back in three days” note that Mc quickly left him

and now he´s being very insecure on why Mc might have left them and most importantly him

for his sake he should find the note quickly because man is he spiraling and really fast too

and before he thinks they must have gotten kidnapped and that´s why they aren´t there

nobody in this family can survive without Mc but Mammon is the one who is the most attached to them

Leviathan:

he knew they would eventually leave him but he hoped that they wouldn´t, but it´s not like he can blame them because who would want to stay with such a yuck Otaku like him? Mc probably just got their sense back and realized that they could do so much better than him

like he said he can´t blame them he can even barely tolerate himself too

but just like his Brothers before him he did not notice the note Mc left him saying they need to do something in the Human World quickly and just for the count it was something for him too

but no they never check their surroundings and immediately start panicking if they don´t see their Human for ten seconds

Satan:

do you know what happens when Satan get´s sad? first he´ll cry and if that isn´t enough he will get mad

like Devildom ending anger and it get´s even worse if he would think Mc abandoned them

everybody hopes that either something knocks him out or that all of this was nothing more than a horrible and terrifying mistake and Mc will soon be back

and if they aren´t well there is a good chance there it is no more Devildom or Satan got locked up somewhere depends on who is faster

yeah for everybodies well being it would be best if Mc comes back really really fast because Satan is unpredictable at this moment

Mc might also get in trouble though

Asmodeus:

if you truly did run away from him you better hope he never finds out because he would tear you into a million pieces and use your skeleton as a chewing toy for Cerberus

but luckily (or unluckily) he just thinks you ran away and you did leave him multiple messages on his phone so he knows you were in a hurry and didn´t run away

but because of all the messages he get´s daily he kinda forgot

which isn´t really good not only will he be locked into his room and refusing to come out but even if you were gone for just 24 hours if he thought you tried to leave him he would have tried to rip your hair out

let´s just hope when you do come back you have some kind of back up to stop him from committing murder

Beelzebub:

he´ll eat the entire House, not he´ll empty out the entire food in the House of Lamentation but he´ll try to eat the House from top to bottom

it would be good to return as soon as possible because he won´t be able to be stopped for all to long at best they can keep him distracted for one or two days

but after that when the House of Lamentation is destroyed the rest of the Devildom will get hit

and uhh it will kinda cause a massive decrees in the Devildom population

yeah now it´s kinda urgent to get back but if you do finally come back hiding for a little while would be good

just long enough to Beel to calm down otherwise he´ll eat you to

Belphegor:

he doesn´t even think much of it when he wakes up and notices you aren´t there, it happens often enough that you get up before him and do whatever you want instead of waiting for him to wake up

but if you´re gone for longer than a day? complete panic

like so bad that he doesn´t even can fall asleep and for the Avatar of Sloth that is pretty bad

and if he starts to think you ran away better not let him see you before everything is cleared

he uhh… doesn´t really take it well that you left him or more so that he thinks you left them

yeah you´re going to need a bodyguard for a while after you get back

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me mammon #mammon avatar of greed #obey me leviathan #leviathan avatar of envy #satan avatar of wrath #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus avatar of lust #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #belphegor avatar of sloth #obey me belphegor

[bokettochild]

I'd love your commentary on this bit from Footsteps Across History:

“ Bud, ” the rancher emphasizes, but the smile says he knows just what Legend thought he heard. Wild wants to know, he really wants to know. Is it the reason Twilight’s eyes are gentle now when they turn to their brash team-mate?  

Zelda, not having witnessed them any other way than here and now, is not so distracted, and instead whips around, eyes sparking even fiercer. “Yes! Please, don your items again!” And then she falters and coughs, “ah, for your own sake, of course.”  

The vet smiles at her. Eyes glinting.  

Despite himself, despite knowing this is Legend , not the captain, Wild feels the need to sidle just the slightest bit closer to his princess.  

As requested though, rings are produced from the bag, and though the vet regards them with something doubtful, something furrowing his brows and tightening the lines of his mouth, no such conflicts arise in the rancher’s eyes. Dark hands scoop the bands up and slide them over gnarled fingers without hesitation, and the effect is near immediate. Color seeps back into the vet’s skin like fire licking across paper. Pale scars fade to highlight instead the generous smatter of freckles dusting across drawn cheeks and long ears. A heavy sigh escapes through lips that touch with color rather than grey and pale like they’d been but a moment later. Legend looks suddenly alive, and- and-  

It’s like looking into the cosmos, like an explosion of a star, bright and warm in the room around them. The aura that was curled tight and flickering is suddenly warmth and light and color that spirals out, flowing around them and has sighs escaping from each of the rest of them, even as Zelda’s eyes glitter and her pen works against her notebook near feverishly. It’s a galaxy unfurling into the sky, a bright star shining, returning from the brink of a fiery falling to instead burn bright and strong once more.  

Twilight touches a hand to his head, shaking it slightly.  

Time stumbles back slightly, startled, but apparently not knowing why.  

Wild’s own aura, green and rich and winding, sings in return, reaching out to twine itself close into the starlight that breaks across it. Vines reaching for cosmos and winds singing to endless skies.  

The cosmos sings back, and Legend chuckles at him, eyes burning into his own before the guarded veil falls once more.  

Ooh! This one was a challenge to write, but some fun too. Flora can be a fun character to play with and this was my first time using her again since.....oof, Whumptober 2021? Yeah, I needed to use her again, so I had fun with this, she also made a great character to help with exposition about some headcannons and stuff in this thing!

Anyways! That opening bit is Legend misheard Twilight the first time and thought he called him "bun" or "bunny" and thus outed him in front of everyone. Twilight is VERY aware of this, hence why he corrects himself, but he still finds it funny. Wild however is NOT aware of this and is thus pretty confused, because when did these two start having secret jokes/teasing methods/healthy chemistry? He wants the T, and the boys aren't spilling, which is just so unfair!

Of course, Zelly over here really has no clue that this isn't a normal sort of interaction between the rancher and the vet, so she doesn't really question it at all and is happy to just move on and ask Legend to use his things. she does care, of course, that he gets better, but the scientist in her also wants to see how this all works! She's a bit flustered, but Legend is just seeing a Zelda being passionate ad awkward and he's humored because she's kinda cute, but like in the way his sister is!

Wild does not realize that Legend is reminded of his sister, he just sees an attractive dude smiling at his princess. Granted, that's his brother, and granted he has context, but there's a part of him that is conscious of Legend's ability to seduce, a skill the vet has accidentally employed frequently and does not realize he possesses. So yeah, Wild's gettind a bit defensive of his grila nd making sure Legend is aware to keep his paws off (not that Legend ever would).

During that though, Twilight is just...not involved. Twilight is perfectly content to move on with the whole "making Legend get better" thing, as is Flora. The vet has some wariness because yes, he understands the fact that using his aids isn't bad (or at least he's starting to understand) but he also has a part of his brain going "we were assigned a task and doing this will complete us from completing the task". His inner programming of "take task, accomplish task, cross task off" is telling him that if he gives up his goal of lasting without his aids, he's thus leaving that task box unchecked forever! And he's not sure if he can handle that. Twilight takes the decision out of his hands though by acting for him, thus ending the internal debate.

Now, i wanna pause in my dissection of the characters' thoughts and actions to focus on one little thing that was in my head the whole bit I wrote this scene. if you've read The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe you might remember the bit where Lucy, Susan and Aslan return to the witch's castle and Aslan restores the enchanted prisoners to living forms rather than stone The bit were C.S. Lewis describes the life returning to them always stuck with me; his comparison of fire catching and licking across a bit of newspaper, that's what was in my head here when Legend starts wearing the ring again.

I took the restoration bit as a chance to throw in some of my favorite appearance headcannons for Legend, especially the freckles, because those always make me happy! But I also wanted to focus on the fact that Legend's magical self is also being restored, and since Wild is a magical sensitive being I felt I could talk about the magic auras of the boys here. Was it because I was reading eldritch!Wild right before writing this? Yes.

Legend's magic is like the stars or a galaxy in my mind, meanwhile Wild's is like vines or a forest, all green and twisting and twining (maybe sort of like the Zonai magic appears in the TotK trailers?) I wanted to explore, briefly, the interplay of the two, the fact that they don't mesh, but they co-exist well, much like Legend and Wild, and they sort of complement each other through the fact taht theyre both nature based, but in vastly different, but equally awe inspiring realms of nature.

Legend and Wild are both aware of each others' magics, the fact that theirs are both reaching out, and the fact that the other is responding Flora is as well, but she's already too busy taking notes to express outward excitement. Twilight and Time however are caught off guard and don't fully comprehend the magical explosion happening around them they're magic agacent, but not nearly as magical as our boys, so they can sense it, but they don't know what they're feeling so much.

And that's it! Thanks for sending this one! I really enjoyed picking it apart and explaining things!

#ketto's commentaries #asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu wild #lu twilight #lu flora #ask game

[mad4turtles]

mikey/donnie or leo/donnie bonding?

Ask and ye shall receive! Sorry this took so long, I've been busy XD

Enjoy some Disaster Twins because I'm weak for them.

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Leo had been the one to insist he and Donnie were twins. 

Splinter had never refuted it—they're the same age, or so he says; Donnie hasn't had the chance to carbon date them yet—and neither had Raph, Mikey or even April. It used to drive Donnie up the goddamned wall when they were little, more so when Leo coined the phrase 'Disaster Twins'. Where the hell he'd gotten that from, Donnie cannot fathom, nor does he wish to. Not even he can hope to comprehend the machinations of Leonardo's brain.

Still, there are some benefits. For example, as the elder 'twin' he has Twin Killing rights when Leo pisses him off. 

0o0o0

Donnie slams the fridge shut. “Leo,” he growls. 

At the kitchen table, Leo's spoon freezes halfway to his mouth. 

“If you drank my freaking milk again—”

“Donnie, for god's sake!” Leo drops his spoon on the table and scowls. “Look, I'm sorry, but I needed it for my cornflakes—”

“That shit better have been soy, or your face is going in The Bucket again!”

Leo pales. He scrambles out of his chair and backs up, a seething Donnie matching every step. “No, not The Bucket—!”

“The freaking Bucket, Leon!” Donnie cackles, a metallic claw snatching a dusty, Leo's head-sized bucket from a forgotten corner of the kitchen as he looms over his quivering twin. “Sadistic Laugh!”

Sweating, Leo shields his face in vain. “Donnie, please! Anything but The Bucket—!”

“Here it comes, bitch!”

“AAAAH—!”

THUNK!

Donnie dusts off his hands. “There. Now think about what you've done for the next four hours.” He struts out of the kitchen, humming under his breath.

Sitting defeated on the floor, Leo coughs. It echoes in the bucket prison. “It smells like fish in here,” he whines.

Watching everything unfold from the doorway, Raph and Mikey share a look, decide it's none of their business and walk away.

0o0o0

There are other benefits, too. Like how, logistics be damned, one will know what buttons to push to get their way and when the other is at their Limit.

On those days, Donnie is glad Leo understands.

0o0o0

“Don?”

The door scrapes across the stone as it slides open, and Donnie flinches hard. He bites his lip against a cry as he rocks, the back of his head bumping against his bed frame. His headphones are across the room with his flipped desk and scattered papers. The noise cancelling contraption built to his specifications isn't cutting it today, apparently, but everything else has no freaking problem cutting straight through him like paper— 

“Donnie, can you hear me?”

It shouldn't be that big a deal; sounds, smells, and textures exist, that's just fact, all a big part of what most call 'life' while others (Donnie) call it a cruel bitch of existence whose out to freaking get him, all the senses merging into one, big middle finger pointed straight at Donnie's brain, and he's letting it because he, he—

“Oh, Donnie...”

They're all different, different from humans, Yokai, and even each other for all that they're brothers and family. But Donnie—Donnie feels like a machine; cold at best, unfeeling at worst, armoured from head to toe to hide his weakness. And the slightest thing—a disrupted routine, an unwanted touch, or in this case the feel of an old, scratchy blanket on his bare shell—could send his systems into overdrive, break him, render him useless because that's all Donatello is if he isn't building things or being the smart 'fix everything' guy, isn't he—?

“Donnie, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to touch you—you can't do that, you're hurting yourself—”

He almost hisses—hisses, like the beasts they pretend they aren't—when two hands gently grab his wrists and pull them from where he'd been banging his fists against his head. He looks up, breathing hard, fast and on the verge of tears—

Leo's here. His smile is a soft thing he usually reserves for Mikey, and there's a plastic bag full of fidget toys by his knees—Donnie spots a rub-ix cube and one of those rainbow pop-y things Mikey adores—and Leo's weighted blanket. 

“Bad day, huh?” 

Donnie's jaw locks, the lump in his throat thick and heavy. The words are there but they're not, but they have to be because Donnie's the smart guy, the funniest, he always has something to—

“Hey, hey, it's okay, Dee,” Leo shuffles slightly closer—not too close—keeping a firm grip on Donnie's wrists as his fingers twitch, claws peeking out. “We're not talking right now, that's cool. S'all good, but we don't need the hissing, m'kay? Cool.” Leo lets Donnie go and stands, pulling up the blanket and carefully throwing it over Donnie's shoulders—

Oh, holy truffle mac and cheese, this is so much better.

Leo chuckles. “Would you listen to that? Purrytello back at it again.”

If Donnie had words, he'd snap at Leo. He settles for a glare and testy clicks instead. Leo huffs, clicking right back and tossing Donnie the Rubix cube. He doesn't come under the blanket like Donnie expects, opting for Donnie's bed as he sprawls on the mattress, hanging upside down with his legs braced against the wall, his head inches from Donnie's. He has a little cube with buttons and switches that he fiddles with, eyes on that instead of Donnie. 

A few minutes pass in relative silence save for the clicking of switches and Donnie's rapid fingers across the puzzle box. The world feels softer under the weight of the blanket that feels like a wanted hug and smells like his brother, and Donnie feels—not better, not yet, but his battery feels fuller than it has all day, all week. Feels less like a 'thing' and more like a 'he' again.

All thanks to Leo, who'd known, somehow, that Donnie was having a Bad Time and went out of his way to help. Leo, whose been silent and still for far longer than usual, far longer than he's comfortable. Leo, whose smile is strained at the corners as his leg bounces—

Donnie puts the Rubix down and taps Leo's shoulder. The clicking stops as Leo, still upside down, tilts his head. “Hm?”

Donnie holds up the blanket in silent invitation. 

Leo stares. His new smile is relieved and real as he rolls off the bed and nuzzles against Donne's side, the little black cube forgotten in favour of cuddling the soft shell as he tucks the blanket around them both. “Thanks, Dee!” he chimes, snuggling closer now that he knows he won't get scratched, shoved or bitten for it. 

Donnie almost rolls his eyes, but he gets it. Like how Leo gets him.

His dorky twin can be pretty cool, sometimes.

0o0o0

And then there's the other side. 

There's a popular myth that twins are 'linked' from conception to death. They can read each other's minds, feel the other's pain etcetera, which is all bullshit. Leo, again, had insisted otherwise until Donnie had tested that theory with the business end of his staff against Leo's skull. He hadn't brought it up again after that.

Then Leo disappears through a portal in the sky. 

And Donnie feels him leave.

It's the shock of falling into a frozen lake and the feel of a bullet piercing your chest—cold, gaping numbness that you can't control, can't breathe through or comprehend. 

It's the tearing of a limb off your body, the sudden wrongness of everything as something you'd had your whole life—you relied on it subconsciously, knew it was there and assumed it always would be, so you took it for granted—is ripped from you mercilessly, violently, leaving you to look at where it had been and think 'that shouldn't not be there' moments before you shriek in agony.

But Donnie doesn't scream.

Raph falls to his knees. Mikey stares at the sky where the doorway to hell had shut. Donnie turns away and stares into nothing.

“Casey, listen to me! When I get to the other side, you close that door!” 

This isn't right. This is impossible.

“Leo, please don't do this! LEO!”

“Ha... you're one to talk, big bro. Hero moves are totally your style.”

Leo. He should be here. Right here. Right next to Donnie, where he's always been. He's not supposed to leave.

“Casey! Close the portal now!”

They're supposed to stay together. They're twins, aren't they? Leo said—he always said—Leo is a constant, their constant, Donnie's constant, he's not supposed to—

“Casey—augh—please!” 

Static. 

Cold, hollow numbness, a hole torn in his chest where a brother used to sit.

His hand moves to his cheek before he registers it. Calloused fingers meet damp skin, and he pulls his hand back—oh. Tears. He's crying.

It's real.

Leo is gone. Donnie felt him leave. 

His twin is gone.

…

And then, by a miracle named Mikey, he isn't.

A beam of orange light tears a hole through reality. They see Leo, drifting in a sea of black and debris—

And Donnie feels him.

“Took you guys long enough.”

He sees him. He hears him.

And then the Krang lurches from the dark like a demon from hell, and Donnie sees red.

(Later, much later, in a nest of their softest pillows and blankets, their family gathered in a heap of aching limbs and snoring (breathing, living) bodies, Donnie forgoes his aversions and holds Leo tight (not too tight, mind the shell and every bone that monster dared to break). Leo's bandaged arms squeeze him around the waist as he whispers: “Don't think I've ever seen you so pissed off, Dee.”

Donnie huffs. “Yeah, well...” He bumps his forehead against Leo's, damp with sweat and remnants of blood seeping through the bandages around his temples. “The bastard had it coming. No one messes with my twin.”

Leo jolts slightly. Then he snickers wetly, pressing their heads closer and grinning wide, lips quivering as tears threaten the corners of his eyes. “Yeah. Disaster Twins, right?”

Donnie huffs through the lump in his throat. He grins back.

“Disaster Twins for life.”

---

Thanks, @randomness227

Keep the requests coming! I'll do my best to answer them all :)

#rottmnt #rottmnt fic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja tutles #rottmnt disaster twins #disaster twins #my writing #i love them your honor #donnie is autistic and leo is ADHD you cannot change my mind #i wrote this at 2am #tw meltdown

[visionthefox]

Aw~ Thank chu for last response and i have more!!

The thing is, if you been a Moon Shape person you been Forgiven way to quickly and if you have the Ray´s, you been judge of any bad action equal missbehave bad similar to Eclipse´s behave. If Sun feeling like poorly, the brothers still bullying him and mention thearpy rather than worring about the health of him and just let him talk out. At times you just need stuff to get it out of the chest.

Moon is trying to protect Lunar with SO much effort, but, he isn´t checking on Solar. He let him overworking himself and he isn´t doing great eather. Where is he sleeping again? Surely, somewhere where it isn´t comfortable.

He is rude of Ruin, even tho he could be innocent and he is already been treated badly before they even have evidence.

Eclipse is treated like he isn´t even a person anymore. Moon have seen his old sake beeing bad and forgiven at the same time. So he could put 1 and 1 together and let him at the very least life somewhere else. That didn´t change the fact that he want him clear gone. Personaly,.. i feel like that he only said recantly in LAES ep, that Eclipse might life, only cause earth was in the room. HE know that earth would give him a second chance.

At the very end, People like Sun and Solar have a mindset of 'i don´t matter as the rest of anyone' emotional pulse. Both need comfort and actually clouse friends.

te quiero mucho anon!! :D on Sun part TOTALLY- oh my god, the valentines video? CANT NOT SEE IT- the moment sun shows DISCOMFORT ?! is the moment I feel Moon was totally being an asshole, it wasnt even funny like , say, Sunny actually having hopes up yet eventually this fails so then Moon is like "ah sorry! I did my best :(" NO MOON JUST WATCH AS SUN GETS MORE STRESS OUT! oh my god.. yet people LOVED IT- THEY LAUGED AND SAY HOW FUNNY THIS WAS?? on that note feels like the show is trying to have Moon be cocky and a asshole yet.. we are supposed to care? feel bad for him when he start to think "oh I was an ass to ruin" HELL NAH he gets to walk away without any deserve dislike or even consequenses! and is annoying.. I do feel Ruin is the one who made Eclipse, yet I believe he did it so he can be part of the family.- that or a bigger act/plan. yet if innocent. he did suffer because Moon is such as ass to first get evidence, then an investigation THEN a comfrontation.. Eclipse is not who he was- he is clearly not even followed anymore for his crimes- how come Moon of ALL PEOPLE is the one acting like Eclipse can not change? sorry, but thats is on LUNAR to act this way- as HE is the one who saw the worst side of Eclipse. New Moon? what beef does he have? hell Sun has more righst to be pissy and sassy than Moon! Sun is HIS FIRST VICTIM! yet so Far? Sun seems to be annoyed yet clearly unable to speak how he TRULLY feels..

I feel like New Eclipse is a desperate way to have drama again- since Ruin is not so interesting- never was (sorry bbgulr) he never was interesting.. BM is waaaay better villain.. and NewMoon acting like an ass is yet another desperate way to have comflicts on Solar and Sun- totally- Solar is two steps to have the inner monologe Sun had on the early days.. you remember anon?

#sams ask #tsams ask #aa I looovee doing thiss ANONS OR ANYONE PLZ LETS ALL JUST RANT AAA

[that1emowitch]

Fire #5 (Jason Todd & Child!OC)

Summary:

Jay's going off the deep end, Tim and Dick try their best to save him, Batman finds Jason.

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences (there might be some swears and graphic descriptions of violence)

Word Count: 2760

A/N:

writing this made me cry i hope it does the same for you :)

Chapter 5: Falling Apart

With a heavy heart and conflicting emotions, Jason quickly donned his Red Hood armour and snatched his helmet, the cold metal feeling like a desperate grasp at some semblance of control. His mind was a whirlwind of torment and confusion, memories of the Lazarus Pit creeping into every corner of his thoughts. He wanted to believe that going on patrol would help, that the adrenaline rush would drown out the haunting echoes of his past, but he knew deep down it was a temporary respite. 

I just need to blow off some steam, he tried to reassure himself, praying that he would feel better later.

As he made his way to the bedroom to grab a few essentials, he found Nile sitting on the bed, wide awake with worry etched on her young face. His heart ached at the sight of her, knowing that she had witnessed the turmoil he was going through. "Jay? Ya OK?" she asked in her innocent, three-year-old voice.

He mustered a small smile for her, though it couldn't hide the pain in his eyes. "I'm okay, sweetheart," he whispered, pulling her into a comforting hug. He felt guilty for burdening her with his emotional struggles; she was just a child, after all. "I'm just gonna go out for a while, okay? I'll be back soon."

Nile didn't look convinced, her concern for him evident. "Ya g'na stop more bad guys?" she asked, her trust and admiration for him shining through.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth at her innocent faith in him. "Yeah, imma kick their butts!" he replied with a hint of a smirk, trying to maintain the brave façade for her sake. "Try to get some sleep, okay? Goodnight."

"Good night, Jay-Jay," she said, using her adorable nickname for him.

His heart swelled with a mix of emotions as he left the room. Jason knew he couldn't keep burdening Nile with his troubles, but at the same time, her presence offered a sliver of comfort in the darkness he was drowning in. He wanted to protect her, to be the person she could look up to, just as he had looked up to Batman all those years ago.

As he prepared to head out into the unforgiving night of Gotham, he felt a tug in his heart—a conflict between the vigilant protector he was now and the broken boy he once was. He wished he could shield Nile from the pain of his past, but he knew that ultimately, he needed to confront his demons and find a way to heal. It’ll be better after I find a release. I’ll be fine.

As he made his way out to a rooftop, he couldn't shake the feeling of mental instability plaguing him. The memories played on a loop, like a never-ending nightmare he couldn't escape. Rage and despair battled within him, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. He grappled with the conflicting emotions of anger at those who had hurt him, fear of losing control, and the overwhelming desire to protect Nile at all costs.

With a flick of a switch, he activated enhanced security in his safehouse, his protective instincts overriding his own mental well-being. Nile's safety was his priority, and he couldn't afford any distractions or lapses in security. The weight of his responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders, amplifying the turmoil inside him. He wondered if he was capable of being the guardian she needed, especially when he was struggling to keep himself together.

"JASON!" Dick's voice echoed through the apartment, filled with urgency and concern, as he knocked on his brother's door repeatedly. Beside him, Tim furrowed his brows, trying to find a way to bypass the enhanced security that Jason had set up. They had been standing outside for what felt like an eternity, worry gnawing at them both.

"Something must've happened to him. Tim, have you found a way in yet?" Dick's eyes darted to his younger companion, hoping for a breakthrough.

Tim shook his head, frustration evident in his expression. "Jason's gone all out with his security protocols. Hacking into this might take some time, we might as well try breaking through the windows."

Dick's face brightened with determination. "Why not? Let's go for it." He didn't wait for Tim's response and launched into action, delivering a powerful kick to one of the windows. The glass shattered, followed by a loud crash, as Dick gracefully entered the apartment through the broken opening. "TIM! I'M IN!"

Tim sighed, partly exasperated and partly amused at Dick's impulsive nature. "Coming," he muttered under his breath and followed his mentor inside.

As they entered the apartment, they found no sign of Jason anywhere. "He's not in the living room," Tim noted, his concern mounting. The small space of the apartment limited the possibilities of where Jason could be hiding.

Dick, ever the optimist, headed towards the closed bedroom door, hoping to find his brother peacefully sleeping. However, when he opened the door, he was met with a surprising sight. There, on the bed, was a small figure huddled under the blankets—a child. Nile.

The sight of the small girl tugged at Dick's heartstrings. He had heard about Jason taking care of a child, but seeing her in person made the situation even more poignant. He quickly assessed that Nile was safe and unharmed, which eased some of his worry.

"Hey there," Dick said gently, crouching down to Nile's level. "I'm Dick, and this is Tim. You remember Tim, right?” She didn’t answer him, she seemed extremely cautious. What happened to her that made her so on-the-edge? 

Tim stepped in. “He’s also Jason’s brother, just like me. Is Jason here with you?"

Nile looked up at him with big, curious eyes, her expression tinged with uncertainty. "Jay?" she asked softly, as if seeking confirmation.

Dick smiled reassuringly. "Yes, that's right. Jason. Is he here?"

Nile shook her head, her small voice barely audible. "No... gone."

"Gone? Where did he go, sweetie?" Tim asked, trying to be as gentle as possible.

Nile hesitated for a moment before answering, "He’s angry... he went to find bad people."

Dick exchanged a worried glance with Tim. Jason was out on patrol, fueled by his inner turmoil and memories from the Lazarus Pit. His unstable mental state was a cause for concern, and they knew they had to find him before he did something reckless.

"Your name’s Nile, right?" Dick started, giving her a warm smile. She nodded. "You're safe with us. Can you tell us more about what happened?"

Nile seemed to brighten up a little, sensing the comfort and support from the two older heroes. 

"Jay—Timmy and Con left, then Jay-Jay was crying and screaming, then he was really quiet.. Then he came and said he's g’na kick some bad guy’s butt. He said I should go sleep again… He said he was OK, but…" Nile's voice choked up with tears, her small hands clutching at her toy mammoth, Milo, for comfort.

Dick kneeled down to her level, trying to be the comforting ‘big brother’ figure she needed right now. "Hey, hey—don’t worry, okay?" he said softly, wiping away a tear from her cheek. "He’ll be okay. We'll find him, make sure he’s fine. I promise." But even as he spoke, he couldn't ignore the gnawing concern in his heart for Jason, knowing how unstable he had been lately.

He picked up the escrima sticks he'd laid on a nearby table, ready to jump back into the night and search for Jason. "Don't worry, Nile, we'll find Jay-Jay together," Dick reassured her, his eyes filled with determination.

But Tim chimed in, "Dick, I—I don’t think it’s the best idea to leave her alone here. I'll stay with her." He could see the worry and fear in Nile's eyes and knew she needed someone to stay by her side.

Nightwing nodded in agreement, his gentle demeanour giving way to a more focused and authoritative presence. "You're right, Tim. Nile needs someone here with her. Contact Oracle, let her know what's going on. You two can support me on your computers. Try to find Jason everywhere you can. Also, don't forget there are still assassins after Nile. You might need to protect her from the League. Call for backup if you need it—Orphan and Spoiler, maybe."

Tim nodded, appreciating the trust his brother had in him to handle the situation. "You got it, Nightwing. We'll be fine. Now go! Find Jason and bring him back."

In the darkness of the night, Red Hood moved with the agility and grace of a predator, his senses sharp and attuned to the city's heartbeat. It didn't take long for trouble to rear its ugly head, as he spotted three lanky men lurking in the shadows, their predatory gazes fixed on two scared teenage girls they were surrounding. He could practically smell the malice in the air, and it ignited a fiery rage within him.

With a calculated leap, he traversed the rooftops, closing in on the scene below. His heart pounded in his chest, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and fury. These thugs thought they could take advantage of innocent girls, but they had no idea who they were dealing with. He was Red Hood, and he didn't take kindly to those who preyed on the vulnerable.

As he landed with a dramatic flourish, his guns cocked and ready, the men's bravado wavered. Hood’s very presence exuded an aura of danger that sent shivers down their spines. He positioned himself in front of the frightened girls, becoming a barrier between them and their assailants.

"Back off," Jason's voice was cold and filled with a wrath that dared anyone to challenge him. The men tried to intimidate him, hurling threats and profanities his way, but he brushed them off with a dismissive snarl. The safety of the girls was all that mattered to him at that moment.

He didn't need to see their faces to know the emotions swirling in the young girls' eyes—fear, relief, and a glimmer of hope. "Run," he commanded, his tone unwavering yet carrying an undertone of protection. Without hesitation, the girls seized the opportunity and fled into the night, seeking safety from their tormentors.

He turned back to face the rats. Everyone knew Hood, and his reputation. The assailants chose the wise choice to run away and hide, but Hood wasn’t in a generous mood tonight. He needed to blow off some steam.

Hood was quick to shoot all three men in their kneecaps, disabling them, possibly permanently. Ignoring their pleas for forgiveness, he grabbed the one closest to him and brutally bashed his head against the nearest wall. The constant green hue in his vision seemed to get brighter as Batman’s voice filled his head. “You’re too volatile. Not good enough.”

He screamed, punching another man in the face with all his power, hearing a satisfying crunch of bones as his head caved in. He shifted to see the third man desperately trying to crawl away, and his anger flared once more. These rats don’t deserve to live.

“You’re not good enough to be Robin.”

He marched over and grabbed him by the neck, letting out as much anger as possible into breaking every possible bone in the man’s body.

“RED HOOD!” He heard a very familiar voice shout, but he paid it no heed, continuing to bash his enemies to death instead.

Strong arms pulled him off the bloody body against his wishes. “HOOD!”

His heart pounded in his chest, each beat reverberating in his ears like a constant reminder of the nightmare he was trapped in. It was as if the Lazarus Pit itself had resurfaced, pulling him back into the abyss of torment. The Joker's maniacal laughter echoed through his mind, a haunting symphony that threatened to drive him to the brink of madness once more.

His surroundings blurred, the city lights dancing like distorted shapes. Reality and hallucination collided, and he struggled to distinguish between the two. The laughter taunted him, mocking his vulnerability, and the pain of his past felt fresh and raw all over again. His throat clenched, leaving him choking.

“You’re not good enough to be my son.”

He fought against the tight grasp of his attacker, desperately trying to get away, trying to breathe. 

“You should have stayed dead.”

His grip on reality slipped further, and he stumbled, his knees hitting the ground as he clung to the present with every ounce of strength he could muster. Yet, the Pit was relentless, its grasp tightening around him, suffocating him with memories he wished he could forget.

The world around Jason swirled in a disorienting haze as he struggled to grasp onto reality. His helmet was unceremoniously pulled off, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Through the fog of his torment, he recognized a figure in the familiar black-and-blue costume, shouting desperately in an attempt to anchor him back to the present. I can’t trust him! He ripped Batman’s hand off of him as fast as he could.

“JASON!” Another familiar voice joined Batman’s. Nightwing.

The urgency in their voices pierced through the cacophony of his mind. For a fleeting moment, concern flickered in the Dark Knight's eyes, genuine worry for his lost and tormented son. Nightwing stood a metre away, concern crossing his eyebrows. But the Pit's relentless hold tightened its grip, and that worry twisted into something darker. A flash of sickly green tainted Batman's expression, and the caring fatherly figure morphed into something else entirely.

 “Little birdie~ come and play~”

The voice was hauntingly familiar, taunting and malicious, as the Joker's presence invaded his hallucinations. Jason's heart pounded, torn between the voice of reason and the devilish allure of the man who had brought him so much pain.

“JASON, LOOK AT ME!”

“You’re such a let down, ya’know? I expected you to be my good soldier, but— you died. And came back all wrong.” He couldn’t tell if Bruce had really said this or if the Pit was making things up again.

“Jason, whatever’s happening, it’s not real. You need to come back!” Nightwing's voice rang out like a lifeline, but he knew he couldn’t trust him. I refuse to fall for that trap again. The lines between hallucination and reality blurred, and Jason couldn't distinguish one from the other.

The world tilted, tilting him further into the abyss of his own mind. He tried to reach out, to find something solid to cling to, but his grip on reality was slipping like sand through his fingers. The pain, the confusion, and the weight of his fractured soul were overwhelming.

I can’t do this anymore… Nile deserves better than this stupid fucking mess I’ve become to take care of her.

The thought of his daughter completely cleared his mind for a split second, and he was finally able to take in reality.

Batman and Nightwing were trying to bring him back, it looked almost like they… cared?

“I wish I’d never taken you in,” Bat’s voice rang in his head. “You’re my biggest failure.”

“NO!” He screamed his throat raw, clawing at his own face, trying to block out the voice. This isn’t real!

As the pain of the Pit intensified, Jason's body seemed to disconnect from the world around him. His senses dulled, and the cacophony of torment that had assaulted his mind slowly faded into an eerie silence. It was as if the universe had granted him a momentary respite from the overwhelming chaos.

The world around him seemed distant and surreal, as if he was observing it from the confines of a dream. The physical agony he had endured for so long now felt like a distant memory, as if his body had taken refuge in the numbing embrace of unconsciousness. 

The voices in his head and desperate pleas from his ‘family’ were muted, reduced to a faint echo in the recesses of his mind. He couldn't process the words or the emotions that had been thrown at him like a whirlwind. Everything felt surreal, disconnected, and far away.

His body slumped, falling into a state of weightlessness. It was almost a relief, the sensation of floating, of being untethered from the pain that had become his constant companion. He embraced the quiet, the stillness that enveloped him. The torment won, and his world faded into darkness as he lost consciousness. The battle was far from over, and the fractured mind of Red Hood remained adrift in a sea of memories and pain.

A/N

IT HURTS ME TO HURT MY BBY JASON BUT HE'LL GET HIS COMFORT. THE ONLY QUESTION I HAVE NOW IS ~ SHOULD I LEAVE THIS AS A FAMILY FLUFF FIC OR SHOULD I ADD JAYROY?

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Chapter 6: Harper

#jason todd x child!oc #jason todd #child!oc #roy harper #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #koriand'r #red hood #lian harper #wally west #birdflash #dickwally #jayroy #joyfire #batman #batfam #cassandra cain #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #timkon #conner kent #kon el

[silverflamcs]

@heartvalor​

     nesta sat in front of the vanity getting ready to celebrate winter solstice at the riverhouse. there was one thing she wanted to do before she and cassian left their house and she was beginning to think twice. perhaps she shouldn’t tell him now, maybe she could wait a couple of days, weeks, maybe even next month. she shook her head, no, she knew she couldn’t wait that long. too many things could happen in a month, she didn’t even know if she was still able to train as vigorously as she does in her current state. there was immense joy when she found out she was pregnant, she knew cassian would feel the same way, and yet she was nervous about telling him. the only other person who knew was feyre, she had been the one to scent it, and she was just as happy and teary eyed. nesta had her sister mask her scent and promise to not tell anyone until she tells cassian. the deal was sealed with ink splashed across their skins. keeping this secret from emerie and gwyn was just as hard as keeping it from cassian, but she knew her mate deserved to know first. frankly, nesta wasn’t sure if her fellow valkyries would be able to keep such a secret like that in front of cassian and azriel.

     thus she had decided to tell cassian on the winter solstice as a gift and decided it would be better if he knew before they went to her sister’s. that way he could share the news with his brothers, as well as mor and amren. nesta would tell elain. for cassian’s sake, she hopes his friends will be happy for him, she hopes they still don’t think of her as some wretched thing he doesn’t deserve, and she hopes they don’t comment on what kind of mother they think she will be. that is what she is most nervous about when it came to being pregnant, if she will be a good mother or not. she knew she wanted to be the opposite of her mother, but what if it was in her dna, what if she unintentionally a bad mother. the thought was enough to make her nauseous.

     she is a coward. at least that’s what she told herself as she sat way longer in the chair than she needed to. she was stalling. as if to tease her the house made a baby bottle appear on the vanity, nesta merely stared at it. “put that away, what if he comes in here.” the house knew, she doesn’t even know how, it must be some sort of magic she concluded. but it seemed just as excited as feyre had and it was mothering her more than usual. actually she wasn’t sure who was worse, the house or feyre. she had to keep telling feyre not to see her so many times or cassian will grow suspicious. the bottle disappeared and nesta felt a warm phantom touch against her legs, then her arm, as if nagging her to get up. she did only because she knew she could no longer stall before cassian came in here asking what was taking so long.

     her hair was pinned halfway up, the gown she donned tonight was red velvet, a gift from the house. the fact the dress was the same shade of red as her mate’s siphons didn’t go unnoticed. she found cassian waiting in the dining room. despite her nerves, her lips curved into a smile upon seeing him. “sorry it took so long,” she said as a way of greeting before kissing him softly. “i hope you don’t mind waiting longer. there’s something i need to show you before we go.”

#i'm sorry this is long I'M SO EXCITED #☾ ‘ how the winds moan her name. can you hear it too? nesta. nesta. nesta. ‘ ( thread ) #heartvalor

[peachycloudsworld]

Guide to my AFTG stories!

Hello! I haven´t been active at all on tumblr but maybe that´ll change now that I wrote a few stories and am looking for new ideas or inspiration! Here´s a little guide that I´ll hopefully remember to keep updated with whatever l´ll write next :)

Please check the end notes of all stories before reading them, the topics will be listed :) 

Paint me a picture of you

~ Chapters 8/8 (completed 2022-05-10)

~ 20.525 words

~ Neil/Andrew

~ Summary: 

After spraining his wrist, Neil is off-court for four weeks. It doesn´t take long for him to start spiraling down. Luckily there´s Andrew and his new interest in painting to keep him afloat. Still, nightmares suck and his wrist is a constant reminder that the yakuza can take him out whenever they want.[Or: Neil has a bad couple of weeks and Andrew does whatever he can to take care of him.]

590% 

~ Chapter 1/1 (completed 2022-04-19)

~ 2.187 words

~Neil/Andrew

~ Summary:

Neil gets a mullet. Andrew doesn't know how to act.

[Or: Andrew has one long gay panic over the course of two days before deciding what to do.]

~ Inspired by the incredible peachykun.art on instagram (Reference)

Show me your world, Oh brother

~ Chapter 1/1 (completed 2022-04-28)

~ 3.541 words

~ Aaron/Katelyn, Aaron & Andrew

~ Summary:

Aaron still has nightmares about the trial and everything that happened with Drake. Katelyn tries her best to be there for him. Andrew hates him, they talk, they don´t yell at each other- does that count as a success?

A Reason To Hold On 

~ Series (4/4, completed 2022-10-22)

~ Summary: 

AJ meets Margo and Andrew meets Neil.

They go from hating to tolerating to accepting to enjoying to needing each other. 

AJ meets Margo (Part 1)

~ Chapter 1/1

~ 7.384 words

~ Summary:

Andrew has not always been Andrew the same way Neil has not always been Neil. When they meet as children, they are AJ and Margo, one in the foster system and one on the run. Help and trust is crucial for the both of them but when the ghosts of the past come too close, Neil has to make a choice: stay with Andrew and endanger him or leave the first friend he has ever had to keep him safe.

Andrew meets Neil (Part 2)

~ Chapters 2/2

~ 12.884 words

~ Summary:

Neil survived years of the run, his father and the FBI. The next step is a college degree in maths. With the help of Matt and Dan he feels like more of a person but then he meets an angry short man infront of Eden´s and everything goes downhill from there. Margo was never supposed to be more than a shadow of his past, one of his roles. But Andrew is determined to find out the truth.

The Thing About Cats

~ Chapters 3/3

~ 9.602 words

~ Summary:

From enemies to friends to roommates Andrew has to face two problems that could very well change his mundane, jobless life.

Problem number one: Neil desperately wants a cat.

Problem number two: Andrew has everything but negative feelings about his new roommate.

Everything´s well with Kevin Day

~ Chapters 8/8

~ 21,532 words

~ Summary:

Kevin is crashing, nobody knows why. But Andrew and Neil are determined to find out. There´s a lot of digging in the past and hating on dead people.

It was just a little fall

~ Chapter 1/1 

~ 5,706 words 

~ Summary:

Alternative title: Just a sprain (Nothing to worry about)

Neil slips and hides his injury for the sake of Exy (Andrew is not happy about it).

You didn´t come back

~ Chapter 1/1

~ 6,320 words

~ Summary:

Neil is back, scars barely healed and memories fresh. And yet it is not Neil who breaks. It´s Andrew.

Soundtrack

~ Series (ongoing)

~ Summary:

A collection of fics inspired by songs.

Fine

~ Chapter 1/1

~ 5,561 words

~ Summary:

An insight of Neil "I´m Fine" Josten, three times he´s struggling and one time Andrew helps him relax.

With you I´m less alone

~ Chapter 1/1

~ 3,079 words

~ Summary:

The anniversary of Riko is coming up and Jean reflects on his life so far. Jeremy is there to comfort him.

Feverish Minds

~ Chapter 1/1 

~ 5,757 words

~ Summary:

Andrew comes down with a nasty cold which, considering the fact that covid is a very real thing, is unfortunate timing. Luckily Neil is there to keep a watchful eye.

I find comfort in your clothes

 ~ Chapter 1/1

~ 4,277 words

~ Summary:

Three times Neil steals clothes from the Foxes and one time he doesn´t have to steal.

Kevin Day appreciation hour

~ Series (ongoing)

Comfort Crowd

~ Chapter 1/1

~ 3,523 words

~ Summary:

What´s better than a Fox cuddle pile?

Kevin Day in the middle.

A Troubled Mind

~ Chapter 1/1

~ 8,512 words

~ Summary:

Kevin Day takes a "Am I gay?" quiz and finds comfort in unexpected places.

Talk to Me

~ Chapter 1/1

~ 3,958 words

~ Summary:

Kevin and Seth are happy and safe from a particularly insane Exy fanatic trying to make their lives harder. Still, Kevin struggles with his self-worth as Seth´s boyfriend. Seth being Seth, does everything he can to bring his boyfriend out of dark places and difficult memories.

This was a gift for my lovely friend @thefoxesraven! Go ask them about Seth and make them happy!

Busyhead

~ Chapter 1/1

~ 13,937 words

~ Summary:  Kevin is alone for the weekend. He gets visited by Riko and Nicky and finds light in even the darkest places.

Third wheeling

~ Chapters 5/ (ongoing)

~ currently on hiatus

~ Summary:

Kevin and Neil are happy, have been happy for the past three, almost four years. Then, with a new season comes a new goalie. Andrew Minyard. Followed are questioned feelings, confused conversations and crumbling self-esteem.

The Cursed And The Gifted

~ Series (ongoing)

~ Summary:

Cursed and haunted by his fathers men, Neil is ready to slip away once more. Then, he meets Kevin, a face from the past with a similar problem and Andrew, an asshole that can´t seem to stay out of Neil´s business. And if he wants it or not, Neil will have to face his problems face first if he wants to get out of this mess alive.

some wounds need more than time

~ chapters 10/ 

~ Summary:

For years has Neil been running. Just as he´s thinking of slowly settling down in his little cabin in the forest, a face from the past visits and he gets sucked into a world he wanted to forget. Through blood and bruises, trauma and curses he meets people that have the power to change his life forever, for better or for worse.

#all for the game #nora sakavic #neil josten #andrew minyard #aaron x katelyn #i have no idea how to do this #kevin day #nicky hemmick #how does tumblr work #please give me ideas #original foxes #i guess #tagging is hard #pining #ao3 stuff

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Mc get´s involved in the Shenanigans for once and the others have to help

Lucifer:

how did you manage to shrink yourself down to thumb size? you know what he doesn´t want to know

he just needs to figure out how to watch over you while your tiny

which ends with you in one of his pockets

and that´s good for Lucifer because he allowed you to tell Demons to fuck of when they annoy him

what isn´t as great is that you constantly try to distract him or try to run away

which naturally you won´t get far

your punishment will be to either sit there without moving while he works or help him with paper work

two very boring things who will take a lot of time

Mammon:

he may or may not have gifted you something that he stole which might be responsible for why you´re a crow now

but you have the Great Mammon looking after you so don´t worry!

and he definitely doesn´t say that because he has plans for you which might entail some illegal activities

he would never do this!... unless you´re up for it

okay he´s sorry! stop trying to scratch his eyes out! he´ll even buy you snacks

after this little fiasco both of you just decided to chill together

or Mammon trying to do his scams and you sitting on his head glaring at every Demon… actually did you get a tiny knife? how can a bird even hold one? but it definitely scares other Demons and even some Witches

Leviathan:

how did you get stuck in his newest game?!?! especially without him! He wanted to play with you!

okay all you have to do is just beat the game and than your free

which might be really difficult considering not only did he buy one that´s supposed to be very difficult but it also started at the highest difficulty

let´s just hope it doesn´t have perma-death enabled and that it doesn´t hurt when you get hit

and if Levi doesn´t take this situation serious, let´s hope for his sake he´s far gone when you get out ^-^ otherwise he´ll regret buying the game

Satan:

and now your a Sheep

he´s going to kill Mammon for giving you random things to drink

the only good thing is that you can still use magic, actually now that he thinks about it this is a horrible thing because now your in a bad mood

annd Mammon´s burning now

definitely a bad thing

he just picked you up and threw you in a bathtub so you stop

it didn´t help but it was a funny sight

the other good thing about you as a Sheep is that he can make you chase Lucifer

it´s very satisfying to see Lucifer running from a pink Sheep with a lance tied to their back

he promised you after you can catch Lucifer he´ll turn you back

but your lucky that it will also stop after a period of time and Satan would never get down from the ceiling if you ever managed to attack Lucifer considering it was his idea and everything

Asmodeus:

Mc since when are you so beautiful?! let him look into his eyes a bit longer!

yeah the Potion Solomon gave you both made you switch bodies

it´s a very weird experience and sadly you didn´t get Asmo´s charm ability

but he can still use it to cause chaos

and let´s be real he will definitely take advantage of this situation

it will actually be a pain if you wanted to turn back immediately

and very difficult to catch Asmo in the beginning considering the Brothers are all Simps and the majority of them lose their common sense when it´s about you

you´ll have to explain so much just so they will stop trying to attack you

it will get so exhausting

Beelzebub:

why isn´t he feeling hungry? and why are you eating so much?

and the answer is Solomon once again

you should really stop drinking random potions people offer you

especially if those people are Solomon

it´s just like the time he and Belphie switched

but Beel hates to admit that it´s kinda nice to not constantly experience hunger

but now you´re the one who has to suffer and now he feels bad that he was happy, even if it was just for a moment

he will be so happy when the 24 hours are up and both are you are back to normal

Belphegor:

okay why do you look like him? wait why does he look like you!?

A truly confusing day for sleepy cow boy, yeah turns out the food Lucifer forced you to eat has some… interesting side effects when Humans eat it

and just like that you are in the bodies of each other

why are only you two affected? it only works on Humans and even then only those closest will get affected

luckily Lucifer found out it will wear of over time yay, bad news you will have to wait a minimum of 24 hours for the effects to wear of

this will be a long day...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #mammon avatar of greed #obey me brothers #obey me mammon #leviathan avatar of envy #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #satan avatar of wrath #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus avatar of lust #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #obey me beelzebub #belphegor avatar of sloth #obey me belphegor

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, Vigilantes 85, Replies Part 1

1) “And thus, we start a new era of vigilantes! The queen hast fallen, and McBee got McFucked, his plans were thrown into the trash, and he swore revenge. Koichi is in a big pickle. Oh this arc has a lot of potential- famous words said before a disaster, I know, but I still keep my hope! At least we won`t have Fires georg here to be annoying.”- Not unless you count his appearing in a tv for a scene or two anyway. 2) “IT`S PHELPS

NICE SEEING YOU HERE MY MAN, WHY THE SUIT, YOU GOING TO YOUR SISTER`S WEDDING OR SOMETHING?”- He needs the suit because it’s time for  MHA Law & Order: Special Quirks Unit. 3) “Oh, they got the bastards? That`s unexpected, they technically didn`t do anything, there`s no evidence they helped koichi, besides the giant net to break his fall.”- I mean, they could technically hold them in custody, but honestly, it’d be a waste of their time and resources, especially sicne they’ve got the means to sic Makoto on Phelps via Koichi if needed.

4) “Now Puto that was the most suspicious bullshit you could have said, but honestly that is more believable than what the other guy said.

Jesus, it seems you guys at least bothered to agree on a single story.“- You just know that Soga had them all agree on the cover story, but Tochi just had a massive case of stage fright and fumbled his lines. 5) “Now, how far do your “knowledge” about her not being a typical villain goes, I wonder…”- They at least have physical evidence that there was something fucking around in her brain and altering her cognitive processes, but that’s something that would have to be saved for a court of law, and Nomura and AFO aren’t planning on letting things progress that far 6) “And after that she fell into a coma, we aren`t sure when she`ll wake up.”-

7) “That sigh better be about postal workers on strike, because if she does have amnesia or is in a coma I`m going to fucking lose my shit.”- ….Cough. 8) “Oh jesus, is that an hospital or a prison? Did they brought Pop to fucking Tartarus or something?”- High-security hospital wing, but honestly, with the kinds of powerful Quirks naturally embedded into people’s bodies, taking extra precautions and security measures isn’t that bad an idea – not even counting aberrations like Nomura who have multiple abilities through surgical experimentation and can sneak a bunch of assassination tools in under the radar, like exploding fists. 9) “IT`S MOM☆STEP AGAIN

HOLY SHIT, SHE IS INDEED ALIVE

and no sight of DAD☆STEP, I wonder where he is.”- Chugging beers with Izuku’s dad, would be my guess. 10) “Oh, this is interesting. How is she now? Did the Bee affect her personality and made her permanently unhinged? She was pumped full of trigger pretty much all the time, there`s no way that hasn`t given her a few lingering side effects.”- Pop not only needed immediate surgery, but also immediate protection, especially with Nomura’s declaration of war fresh on Koichi’s mind. They wanted her stabilised, but also put in a position where It wouldn’t be easy for Nomura to reach her and make Pop have a ‘tragic accident’ during the surgery. 11) “Phelps please, you know where your brother-in-law is, don`t be stupid, you don`t think he`s at home right now? I bet he didn`t even went to that secret warehouse, he`s probably on his bed as we speak.”-  He’s presently training himself for playing Sniper Elite, IRL version 12) “Yeah, no need to bullshit him with things like “I don`t know who you`re talking about”, he knows he was involved, he always is, especially when it comes to Pop.

Being direct here is the best option, Koichi is busy hunting his hunter.”- It might be the worst possible spokesperson, but Soga is making the good points to be made about the vigilantes’ involvement in this case right now. 13) “For fuck`s sake Phelps, don`t get started with that crap, you let him run around doing as he pleases for two years, you know he is innocent, and if you really wanted to talk to him you`d ask your sister for his number.”- One way I see this is Phelps being concerned for Koichi’s well-being, wanting to have him in police custody so he doesn’t put himself in harm’s way between a dangerous unknown villain and the efforts of the police and the heroes to counteract this threat. 14) “The Muscle, yeah I agree.

Because he surely as fuck ain`t the brains.”- Also a nice acknowledgement that Koichi has now far outstripped the trio he initially struggled to fight against in chapter 1, and is now capable of being an independent vigilante on the streets if he needed to, present crisis notwithstanding. 15) “What? Like, four heroes? Five at most? Phelps, you are talking like Koichi personally threw a bus full of orphans into a volcano, chill dude.

Also, now we suddenly have a body count for Pop`s acts? Suddenly it wasn`t just a bunch of harmed civilians, now she actually killed someone? How convenient.”- I think Phelps was trying to guilt-trip Soga into giving up Koichi location by implying the damage done was far more deadly and serious than we’ve witnessed, only for it to fall flat because Soga’s unphased by that accusation and instead deftly turns it around on him. 16) “I do agree but shut the fuck up Soga, go talk like that to him when you survive a pointblank shot with a rubber bullet.”- Soga speaks truth, which is a good thing, but then again, it’s Soga speaking the blunt truth, which is bad. 17) “Yeah it was him, as we can see by Phelps` pissed-off face.

But I`m still surprised that they haven`t actually met, I would think that taking over Knuckle`s operation would require him to establish contact with his old assets, just to make sure they are okay with him when he needs their help.”- I’m guessing Soga’s distrust of the authorities extended to even the contacts Knuckle had on the inside, not to mention Tanuma’s department wasn’t directly linked to pop’s villain assault at the time, so he wasn’t a way ‘in’ for them during that situation. 18) “yeah yeah, get a room you two, we are here for business, just let him go already since  you don`t have anything on him.”- I have to wonder what Soga’s future is after all this; if he’ll step into the role of a younger vigilante Knuckles for good or if he’ll wind up doing something else instead. 19) “Oh we`re gonna use some metaphor now, I see.

But you know Knuckles, there wouldn`t be holes in your socks if you didn`t bought cheap-ass socks.”- He needed to save up for all the back-alley drugs, equipment and improvised weaponry he bought instead.

20) “tthe fuck kinda metaphor was that knuckles my guy”- I dunno, it does kinda make sense. People ignore the need to replace what they already have if they can cover up the ‘holes’ or imperfections in the current possession so it all looks fine at a glance, but that doesn’t chance the fact that there’s still a hole there and it’s continually getting worse and worse underneath from all the wear and strain until you start getting a new hole torn into the cover-up…and there’s only so many socks you can wear before you need to face the root of the problem head-on.

@thelreads

#bnha vigilantes #bnha #thelreads #chapter replies #my hero academia #vigilantes 85

[hamatoclan76]

Rise Splinter isn´t a very good parent and that´s okay.

Look, before someone starts throwing tomatoes i want to clarify something: I like Splinter from Rottmnt and i really like Rise of the Tmnt. People who have followed me for a while know i enjoy the series and i´m sad about it how was cancelled. I also want to say that i don´t think other Splinters are 100% perfect and they have their own issues too.

What i don´t like is how the Rise of the tmnt fandom often overlooks Rise Splinter´s character flaws and pretends that he is a perfect father figure because this is not something supported by both by the narrative and his character growth.

So, what i´m going to do in this post is to examine his character flaws, his role as parent and character arc in the series. The point of this is to bring up this flaws to light, this is not a ¨character critical¨ or whatever you want to call it. It´s supposed to be character analysis, okay?

Let´s start with the short Turtle Tots short:

Link to the short:

 https://www.facebook.com/teenagemutantninjaturtles/videos/626074331524980/

This short is when the turtle brothers are still very young. We see that Splinter is trying to train them but he keeps watching a show he likes on TV. This short shows Splinter didn´t care about training his sons enough even when they were younger. He also leaves them with very dangerous weapons they don´t know how to use.

Splinter was already quite neglectful and careless since the start. He spend too much time watching TV rather than training his sons. It would more understandable if he was too busy working with something but here he is only watching a TV series. Later in the short he admits he should have paid more attention to the turtles and isn´t a good Sensei.

I have to say i didn´t like this short too much. I didn´t find funny the jokes of how Splinter ignores his sons for the TV series and leaves every 30 seconds. However, it provides some context for the characters and their relationship.

Now let´s talk about his characterization at the start of the series. (Season 1)

Splinter at the start of the series is usually seen watching TV, whatever is his old movies or shows that he likes. He is rarely seen training the turtles or talking to them. Sometimes their interactions are the boys trying to ask him about something while he is watching his series. Splinter either answers them or ignores them.

He is usually so caught up in his own world that he doesn´t seem to be aware of who are the turtles fighting against until it starts biting them back. The boys usually don´t tell him about their adventures on the surface. One could argue that he assumes that they barely get in trouble and they are just playing.

In the episode ¨The Fast and the Furriest¨ Splinter ¨steals¨  Turtle Tank and takes it for a ride without Donatello´s permision. The turtles go through a lot of trouble to get the Turtle Tank back. By the end of the episode its Donatello, his son,is  the one who is putting a punishment on Splinter, who is supposed to be their father, for taking the Tank. 

While Donnie getting angry at Splinter is quite funny,this episode shows that Yoshi can be very inmature at times, if not childish. He doesn´t ask his son to allow him use the tank, puts them in danger and is scolded like a child at the end instead of him being the ¨responsible adult figure¨.

Parents being cocky or careless isn´t something very new. There are parents that act as inmature or worse than Yoshi and would never admit they did something wrong. So, i take this episode as one of the examples that Splinter does this kind of things. He isn´t this selfish and reckless all the time, just sometimes.

Another aspect is that Splinter struggles with remember his sons´ names. He calls them by their color bandana instead of their real names. This sometimes can be funny but on the long run it becomes quite disturing,Imo. There is difference between ¨calling your son with an affectionate nickname¨ and ¨not remembering your sons´ name¨. There is a point that this it becomes sad.

The tmnt wiki describes Rise Splinter´s personality as a ¨Extremely flawed (albeit loved) father figure¨. This means that he has tons of flaws but he cares about his family: One clear example is when he helps Raphael with fighting his fear in ¨Mrs. Cuddles¨. He protects the big turtle a few times from the giant puppet monster and they defeat the monster together.

Splinter cares about April O´Neil like she was part of the family too. In episodes like "Always Be Brownies" he is seen hanging out with her and helping her. He also encourages April to believe more in herself since she has tons of doubts in that episode. (Season 2).

Hamato Yoshi / Splinter´s backstory

Lets say that Yoshi didn´t have the best childhood. His biological father was missing and he is not mentioned in the flashbacks. Splinter´s mother, Atsuko, left Yoshi when he was still a kid so she would be able to perform her family duty as protector in the Hamato family.

This terrible loss made Yoshi grow bitter with his Hamato duties and martial arts. He didn´t want anything to do with his family legacy since it was the reason that his mother was forced to left him. He had an argument with his maternal grandfather and sensei, Sho, and decided to use the skills he learned in during his training to become a superstar.

After many shenanigans involving his crush on Big Mama, a very powerful yokai, and Baron Draxum, Hamato Yoshi mutated into a humanoid rat and adopted the turtles, who were about to be used as soldiers by Draxum, like their own sons.

Splinter´s backstory explains a lot of his behaviour in the series: It´s implied his father died/left him, his own mother also left him to perform her duties and he has a very strained relationship with his grandparent. The reason of why he has so many problems when it comes to being a good father it is because he himself lacked good family support. It makes sense that he doesn´t seem to know what he is doing or why he is messy when he is takeing care of the turtles.

Speaking of that, this explains why he isn´t very involved in his sons´ training. Maybe he just doesn´t want them to carry the same burden that he did as a child or just dislikes the idea of training them because it reminds him of bad memories about his grandfather and his mother.

He also watches his old movies since it reminds him of the time he was living his life at his fullest and was doing something he enjoyed. It implies he has his mind stuck in the past, perhaps wishing he could still be human and live like superstar.

Splinter´s Character growth

Like i mentioned, Yoshi wasn´t very interested in training his sons at the start of the series. He was negletful and spent too much time watching his movies... This aspect of his character isn´t ignored.

When the turtles asked him to train him ¨The Evil League of Mutants" he put Lou-Jitsu films for them to watch, this made their sons think he wasn´t taking them seriously and decided to go out on their own. While Splinter´s intention was to show them the basics by them learning the moves from the movies, he came off as he only cared about watching said films to their sons.

After noticing how his sons lack experience and need his help, he begans training them. Splinter gets more involved with his Hamato destiny and starts being more honest to the boys about his past as human and protector.

One episode that´s really worth of mentioning is ¨Turtle-dega Nights: The Ballad of Rat Man¨: Splinter tricks Donatello and Mikey into going to a demolition center since he missed the old days he used to be a champion in the Battle Nexus. Donnie is very hurt when he finds out about this because he really wanted to spend more time with his father. By seeing this Yoshi realizes how his sons would like to do things together with him like hanging out. He apologizes to Donnie and tellshim that he may have lied but it is truth he wanted to spend time with him.

Along with getting more involved in his sons´s lives by teaching them and spending time with them, he lets Mikey hang out with Draxum because Mikey considers him part of the family too. (Draxum created them). He didn´t trust Draxum due to their mutual past but decides to give him a chance for Mikey´s sake.

In conclusion: In Rise of the tmnt, Splinter starts as somewhat a neglectful parent figure, sometimes acting childish and not being the best role model for their sons. Overtime he begins to understand the consequences of not training his family and gets more involved in their lives. He tries to be a responsible father despite he had tons of issues with his own family growing up. While very flawed, he has good intentions and cares deeply about his sons.

#tmnt #teenage muntant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #splinter rottmnt #hamato yoshi rottmnt #rise turtles #character analysis #rise fandom #i think i´m going to get flamed for this #anyways if anyones wants to discuss send me ask or DM me

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Hi again! Honestly, I kind of love your meta about the Cullens with and without Edward as a framing device. They're so delightfully fucked up. What do you think the Cullens like about each other? Like, do Jasper and Rosalie ever just share a commiserating glance when Edward is getting particularly judge-y? Does Carlisle ever tell Rose how proud he is that her self-control is That Good? Do Emmett and Esme hang out, does she appreciate how light-hearted he is? Like - other than their "mates" do you think the Cullens are super close? What do you think it would take to get them there/what's the ideal "family" dynamic?

Thank you, and for reference, Edward's thoughts on the family.

All the Cullens about all the other Cullens? Well, this will certainly be a large post. I guess we'll tackle this one at a time and then get into what an ideal "family" dynamic even is (especially for vampires).

Let's buckle in friends.

Alice

By far, Alice is closest to Edward.

When she first sees him, she runs to him and embraces him as a brother. Throughout the series, Alice and Edward are the ones that share a close bond with each other, rely upon one another, and hold each other in the highest esteem.

Much of this comes from their respective gifts.

Per their gifts, they unwillingly invade the privacy of everyone close in their lives. More, it's something that forces them to see the world differently beyond even Jasper (who is also gifted). They have a strong sense of kinship with one another.

Bella is important to Alice not only because Alice sees her as a friend but because she is the one who will make Edward happiest. And that means quite a bit to Alice.

Otherwise, Alice isn't that close to any of the others.

Bella comes in slot number two in Alice's esteem and that's very telling, because Alice treats Bella like her life-sized Barbie doll and makes it clear on a number of occasions that she's more than willing to risk Bella's life for the sake of Edward's happiness without a hint of remorse.

Then there's the rest of them.

People, to Alice, are a bit like pawns in a chess game. Part of this is because of her gift, she sees so many futures that it's very easy for her to dehumanize those around her. The people she's closest to aren't people, but a collection of possible choices, and Alice helps guide those choices to the ones she finds preferable.

And preferable, here, is preferable to Alice. Oh, it might work out for everyone else, and Alice will tell you she looks out for the future of everyone over all, but ultimately because everyone else is just a collection of choices it's what happens to Alice that matters.

Alice is with Jasper because a vision told her to be, nothing more, nothing less. Every interaction they have just emphasizes that they are nothing together, not even a real emotional bond.

The others don't even seem to share a connection with Alice at all. She's in their lives, is this perky kind of fun girl, but that's it. They barely know her as she seems to barely know them.

Alice is with the Cullens not for the Cullens themselves but because visions have guided her to be there as the best future for her. Oh, she treats them like family, but I imagine she'd be the same with anyone else had visions dictated a different path.

As for why the Cullens, they're large and very talented, and Carlisle is one of the few vampires in such a large coven who would not use Alice's gift as a means of war or expansion. It's really the safest place for Alice to be, and why she'll likely do everything in her power to keep the coven together.

Carlisle

Despite Edward's, Edwardness, Carlisle is incredibly fond of Edward and does see him as something of a son. He's also very devoted to his marriage to Esme, despite its unseen flaws. And he seems to be very close with Rosalie, easily seeing her as a daughter and acting much like a paternal figure to her throughout the series.

He doesn't seem as close with Emmett, Jasper, and Alice. This is in part because Emmett doesn't really reach out to him the way the others do, Jasper keeps very much to himself, and Alice is Alice.

However, he's very fond of the Cullens as a whole and looks on each of them highly, even if they don't really deserve it all the time. He would be devestated were the coven to fall apart.

Emmett

Emmett's closest is with Rosalie, for obvious reasons, but even they have a pretty dysfunctional relationship. What Emmett appreciates most about Rosalie is her beauty, when it comes to her personality, he openly admits he's not the largest fan (but what are you going to do, it's the wife, amirite?)

Otherwise, he's a very amiable guy and gets along well enough with everyone, but doesn't seem particularly close to any of them. He wrestles with Jasper and seems to engage in the most 'fun' activities with him, but Jasper is a very haunted soul with a difficult past that Emmett doesn't touch with a ten foot pole.

Emmett tries to bond with Edward, but they just don't understand one another. Especially as Edward seems to go increasingly mad when he decides he's in love with Bella Swan, Emmett doesn't know what to do with that one at all.

Emmett never embraces the whole Esme and Carlisle as his parents thing, and to him it's likely a hilarious joke, but otherwise he doesn't bond with either of them too much.

So, when you get down to it, it's pretty much just Rose.

Esme

Esme adores the family, and by the family I mean Edward. Edward is far and away Esme's favorite child, really the only Cullen I'd say Esme considers her child, and she makes no pretense otherwise and openly says as much.

That said, if you asked her, it would be about the family unit as a whole. And she would be devastated if the Cullens fell apart on her, though not as much if one of the fringe members left vs. Edward leaving.

Otherwise, there's Carlisle, who she adores as her husband. Though they, too, have significant issues. Specifically, neither of them truly knows who it is they married and one day they will find that out. Personally, I think Carlisle ranks far less in Esme's priorities than Edward, in part because he doesn't need her quite so badly, and also because in a way he just is Husband to her and little else.

I think she has very little connection with Jasper and Alice specifically, as they came in so late and in a way are so self contained. Emmett I think amuses her, but he's not really a "child" per se. Rosalie's closest, but as Rosalie doesn't need her as a mother I think that puts a wedge between them.

I also think that Rosalie and Esme wouldn't really understand each other. Despite having lived through similar experiences as humans, they are very different women from one another. I just don't see the bond there.

Jasper

Jasper seems to be the eternal outsider in the family. Edward despises him, but more, I think he doesn't quite know where to fit in with these people. He came from such a different from world than each of them and lived a very different life.

We see him wrestling with Emmett, so there's a bond of friendship there, but I never saw it as a particularly deep one. They'll wrestle, play games, but they never have the hard and difficult conversations in life.

He and Alice have their relationship, but there doesn't seem to be anything really holding them together. The conversations they need to have don't happen, and Alice manipulates his life like a piece on a chessboard, and he consents because he has no trust left in himself at all.

We see Jasper despair to Carlisle in Breaking Dawn that Bella, a newborn, has better control than him but this seems to be an extreme moment for him. It doesn't seem like he and Carlisle are talking often even if, perhaps, they should if only to gain more perspective from one another.

Jasper didn't come to the coven for Alice, nor is that solely the reason he stays, but he very much is an outsider and the one who doesn't quite fit in with the rest of them.

Rosalie

Rosalie is very invested in the family itself. She loves these people, even the ones that aren't so hot on her.

Yes, she wishes she and Alice had an actual relationship, and is pissed off when Alice blows her off for Edward's human girlfriend of all things. Yes, she wishes that she and Edward could get along, but she sees him as the brother you sometimes have a rocky relationship with.

Point being, to her, they are very much a family and she strives to keep them together.

As for who she's actually close to, I'd say it's Emmett and Carlisle. Her relationship with Edward is tense at best and antagonistic at worst. She and Alice have virtually know relationship at all, Jasper keeps to himself, and we don't see her really connecting with Esme.

On the other hand, in terms of her education (pursuing all she can and especially getting her medical degree), her strict adherence to the diet, she seems to emulate Carlisle in all that she does. He's very much a father figure to her and someone she wishes to be like.

So, I do think Carlisle tells Rosalie he's proud of her and she beams up at him. That one I do very much see happening.

Emmett is her rock, the man who keeps her steady and pulled her out of misery, who loves her near unconditionally. For the wrong reasons, perhaps, but time will tell if that relationship works out for them.

Summing it Up

The Cullens are actually fairly disjointed. They may look like a single cohesive unit, and they are in a sense, but if you look closer they divide down into cliques and subgroups quite easily. Not one of them is equally close to all other Cullens, and most of them are strangers to at least one of them.

This perhaps isn't surprising, given I think the coven is ultimately doomed, but it lays the foundations as for why it's doomed. Edward tells us this himself, what holds them together (vs. other smaller covens) is the diet. Edward, of course, didn't mean it like this, but to me that spells a very tenuous bond. One that, with not much of a catalyst, will break.

And I don't think they're going to get to the point where they reach that family ideal.

First, they'd have to truly understand each other, and understanding Edward would break the coven. So that's not going good places.

More though, they're such different people who ultimately do not share common ideals. They don't want the same things in life and certainly not for the same reasons, and because of that they're not going to be incredibly close to every other person in the coven. And that's fine, they don't have to be.

To be honest, I'm not sure the family dynamic is something they should strive for. They already, mostly, care about one another deeply and do live together. Why should they emulate human families?

The place where it falls apart on them is that half of them don't know who the other is, they all think they have different values than they actually do, and Edward is Edward.

And there's no getting around Edward being Edward.

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