"What are you gonna do with it?"
"I dunno. Murder people by paper-cutting them?"
Finn Wolfhard as Ziggy Katz
When You Finish Saving The World (2023)
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"nooo! she's taken!" ☆ enha maknaes
☆ non-idol! bf! enhypen maknaes x celebrity! fem! reader
☆ summary: you are a very well-loved celebrity, and your relationship is finally revealed to the public.
☆ genre: fluff, another poor attempt at humor, it's very silly
☆ warning(s)? none! lmk if you'd like to see this w the hyungs!
hyung ver.
sunoo ☆
so youre a famous actress
you have your official instagram account
and then your personal one, that you only allow family and personal friends to follow
sunoo, your bf, also has an account on instagram
since most of you friends and family know him, it's not uncommon for him to take your phone and post on your personal account
one of those "hai guys i stole her phone 🤭"
all in good fun
so one night, you and sunoo and cuddling
it was one of those vibey nights
the lights were dim, candles lighting up the room with their orangey hue, light music playing in the background
laying on you and sunoo's shared bed, his face buried into the crook of his neck while you run your fingers through his hair
its honestly so soft and warm and comfy :]
the two of you aren't really talking to each other, just basking in each other's presence
and eventually you begin to doze off
at first sunoo was like "baaaaabee!! why did you stop touching my hair"
but then he realized you were asleep
so after givng your cheek a soft peck, and tucking you into the soft blankets
sunoo physically goes >:]
he takes your phone and decides that he's going to spam your personal account
because tbh he does this a lot and it's funny for everyone involved
sunoo takes very silly pictures of you and him
pictures of you sleeping, ones at very silly angles (ik he takes the most FOUL 0.5s)
on your story he posts them with also very ridiculous captions
theres one of you sleeping with the caption "mimimumuimuiu"
another fisheye lens one of sunoo with the caption "hai i stole [name]'s phone 😈"
but he also posts some sweet ones
like one where you're dozing off in his arms w the caption "she's so cute"
sunoo gets mushy at some point
like his captions go from funny to "im so happy that i get to call myself [name]'s boyfriend, i feel so lucky to be with such a beautiful and talented woman"
that's great!
really!
that's wonderful!
but.
there's just one problem
one
teeeeeeensy
weeeeeeeeeensy
problem
he was using the wrong account.
he was posting all this on your official, business, 7.8 million follower, instagram account.
and not your personal account.
!!!!!
😱😱😱
he doesn't notice until 20 minutes later his phone blows up with articles and text messages
and when he notices
sunoos like OH SHIT
he shakes you awake
and poor boy is so apologetic :(
"baby i'm so sorry i didn't mean to out our relationship like that i should have been more careful-"
but when he explains it to you
you kinda just laugh
and go back to sleep
HELP
sunoo deletes the stories but people already screenshotted them
yeah... so this blows up
i feel like they would become memes
like the ones of you sleeping become reaction memes or even worse part of those tiktok meme slides LMAOAOAO
a lot of people think it's adorable
and you do too
but sunoo is so embarrassed
poor boy
he was writing out entire think pieces on your instagram story oml
OH MY GOD I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING TERRIBLE
there's definitely articles that come out about this
and yk how on articles theres a title page with images
one of the images is of you ofc
all these news outlets use your super professional HD MODEL pictures of you
like ones where youre a goddamn SMOKE SHOW, the "who is she?" ones, the ZOOWEE MAMA ones...
and then they use one of the foul images that sunoo takes of himself that are like 3 pixels
like the 0.5 lens ones 😭
nevertheless, there is a happy ending
everyone thinks its so sweet
including you
and when people bring it up on interviews you're able to just laugh about it
<3
jungwon ☆
we joke abt jay and sunghoon and sunoo having mad side eyes
but i think we forget the FATHER of INSANE SIDE EYES
YANG JUNGWON HIMSELF
you're a singer/artist
and you just released a new EP!
on tiktok, you're making promotional videos to promote your new songs
looking like a cutie, popping off, as you always do!
anyways in many of them
you're in front of a glass door
or a mirror
so as youre being an absolute cutie promoting your song, in the background in the reflection you can see jungwon making faces
NOT BECAUSE HE'S MAKING FACES AT YOU
but bc sometimes there's ppl walking by and being judgy
jungwon is giving them mad stink eyes and it's caught in the reflection of your videos
i don't think a lot of ppl notice it until someone points it out
and when they do
theyre like
WHO TF IS THAT 😭
ppl are making tiktoks simply zooming into his face LMAOAOAO
and then a few days later
the paparazzi released pictures of you walking with jungwon, holding hands and on a date
and when ppl see it
theyre like
hmm...
that guy looks a lot like the guy in the reflection...
and then the dots connect
like sunoo, i think jungwon is embarrassed
everytime someone brings it up jungwon hides his face in your neck
and he wears that cute little bashful grin
but honestly it's cute
so just hug him and kiss his lil cheeks and he'll be okay
it kinda becomes viral on tiktok
so you make a few video stitches about it
you stitched the og video that pointed out jungwon's face in the background
your stitch was just a video of jungwon being embarrassed and freaking out
like bro was on the floor, hands in his hair
jungwon was in the trenches sorry 😭
there's another stitch where jungwon explains himself
he's dressed in a suit and tie and speaking so formally like he was making an apology video or something
"i would like to address a recent clip of me making inappropriate facial expressions-"
"babe you don't need to be so formal, it's a tiktok"
"you shant say that, i must do this for this is my will"
BRO WAS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE ☠️☠️☠️
#freejungwon
riki ☆
youre an actress that's very popular
except some ppl hate you bc they think hating popular people makes them interesting *eye roll*
safe to say.... riki is your NUMBER ONE DEFENDER
like he is the ring leader to all of those [name] stan twt group chats
he's the one leading those discord raids on your hate groups OH MY GOD 😭
he has multiple accounts and he fights every person that dares tarnish your name
twitter is his battlefield and the keyboard is his sword
anyways one day riki is so deep into an internet fight that he GETS DOXXED 😭😭
like it wasn't even graceful
i think he'd make fun of one of your haters
and the hater goes "wanna see something funny? :)"
and BOOM
ADDRESS
IP ADDRESS
FULL NAME
PERSONAL EMAIL
PHONE NUMBER
dont actually dox people guys its not funny
when riki gets doxxed they get his full name right
and the hater, his assailent, and their little posse start searching his name on social media to further dox him
and BOOM #2
THEY FIND HIS INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT
now riki isn't stupid
so his ig acc is private
however.....
the profile picture of his acc is a selfie of you and him kissing
they also did research on him and found out that you and him went to the same high school...
in fact they found miscellaneous pictures posted online of you and him a few years back... holding hands n shit....
OH
SHIT
this goes viral over night
like
its so bad that even news headlines are covering it
"TWITTER USER @[NAME]LUVER1209, HOT ACTRESS [NAME]'S MOST NOTORIOUS INTERNET DEFENDER, IS REVEALED TO BE HER BOYFRIEND 😱😱😱"
i feel like the public's reaction to this would be really light-hearted
like i think mst ppl would be cheering riki on
"he's so real"
"oh my god i think i was mutuals with @[name]luver1209"
"this is what true love looks like"
you have super loyal fans and riki's mutuals so they support you too
except i do think theyd be in shambles, but in good fun
"i just found out [name] has a bf im going to flush myself down a toilet"
"i can't believe she chose @[name]luver1209 when his fancams are so shit... THAT SHOULD BE ME!!!'
"i've been here waiting in line for three years and this random @[name]luver1209 swoops in and takes my woman..."
riki's stan account gains a lot of followers
and so with your permission
he posts a selfie of you and him
probably with a cheeky caption like "KISS MY ASS!!!!"
i feel like people go back and watch old talk show interviews and stuff
and if you zoom in
you'll see riki in the front rows cheering the loudest 😭
bro is everywhere
in the future there's def a moment where like
you're at a live talk show
and the host asks you about the fiasco
and you can literally just point to him in the audience like
"yeah my boyfriend's right there-- hi baby!"
and riki from the audience, behind his phone that he's using to record you like its a fancam, is like "hi baby!" back
i dont think the media even calls him riki, he's stuck as @[name]luver1209 forever
not that he minds
😭😭😭
hyung ver.
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is it too much to ask | quinn hughes x reader
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summary: missing q when he's on the road! based off the song, "is it too much to ask" by faye webster.
word count: 1.2k
I’ve been waiting for so long
Waiting for you
Maybe you’ll give up and come home
I just want you
you felt a little childish counting down the days till your boyfriend would be back from his roadie. but really, who could blame you? It seemed that recently, with the canucks winning streak and Quinn's captaincy, you’ve seen less and less of your loving boyfriend.
“Quinn!” you smiled at your grinning boyfriend once the facetime call connected. “What are you doing?”
“Just getting ready to get down to the rink” he replied, throwing his tie over one of his shoulders and using his other hand to pull it around his neck.
Quinn adjusted his tie, and you watch on in silence as he gets himself dressed. his belt comes next, and you stare as he stepped back and adjusted the long piece of leather to his body.
“you’re being quiet,” Quinn mumbled, still too caught up with what he was doing to glance back at his phone.
you hummed softly. “just admiring you”
Quinn laughed, that carefree ringing sound that reminds you of those endless summer days on the lake. “you’re cute”
when Quinn finally looked up at you, you felt as if you’ve been caught doing something inappropriate. heat nips at your cheeks, and you look away to the stove to distract yourself from his gaze.
“you look really pretty today,” Quinn continued, missing the redness of your cheeks.
you looked back towards your phone and you can’t help but smile at your boyfriend. “you look really hot! I can't wait to see the HD photos,” you joked. after the walk in photos were posted to the canucks twitter, you would send them to Quinn and comment on how attractive he looked. Quinn liked that a lot.
Quinn chuckled before leaning forward and clicking on his phone to check the time. he deflated upon seeing the little numbers on his screen, letting you know that your short call would have to end soon.
“i’ve gotta get down to the bus,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair as his eyes scanned his messy hotel room.
“okay, well good luck! I’ll see you later?”
Quinn hummed as he stood up from his hotel chair. he held the phone in a low angle and blew a kiss to you through the screen. “Yup, i'll text or call after the game” Quinn said, moving around his room and throwing various things around in an attempt to find something.
“Your airpods are right there,” you hear Elias mumble in the background.
Quinn moves again, and without a second thought turns to you before uttering a quick, “love you!”
“I love you too!” you respond, and then the call abruptly fades into black.
after the call ended, you trudge over to your and Quinns couch and switch the tv on so you were prepared for when his game started.
you sit around and wait for the game to start, wishing for nothing more than to spend some time with your boyfriend. you knew captaincy was going to include a lot more responsibilities, but the distance combined with the extra hours at the rink… you just wanted your boyfriend back at home. whenever those thoughts of wanting Quinn to quit and come home to you flooded your mind, guilt would wash over you. hockey was his dream, and in a dream world you would be able to spend a little bit more time together.
All these letters that you wrote
They remind me
You’re not far when you leave home
That’s the best part
as usual, after the game Quinn sent you messages and little voice notes telling you all sorts of things.
Quinn (voicenote) okay, so basically I was handling the puck, I don't know if you watched this part? But like anyway i’m lining up the shot-
a lot of the time it was Quinns narrations of the game he just played. you would lay in bed and listen to his warm voice explain all the intricacies of his and his teammates plays despite having witnessed it all go down on your screen.
when the voice notes end and you find yourself staring at your dark ceiling, you’d move onto reading the messages he’d send you throughout the day.
Quinn: The sunset reminds me of you
Quinn sent one image
Quinn: I love you! Sleep well❤️
Quinn: i’ll call you in the morning
Then you’d scroll through old text messages. Brief declarations of love, lots of missing yous, and tens of pictures taken of mundane things that litter both of your everyday lives.
Is it too much to ask you to never let me go?
Is it too much to ask you to hold me even close?
Is it too much to ask you to never let me go?
Is it too much to ask?
“you're back!” you squeal the next morning, lifting yourself up off the couch and into Quinn's awaiting arms. you snuggle in close, choosing to rest your head in the crook of his neck. you can feel Quinn's wide grin against the side of your neck and you giggle when you feel his lips tickling open mouth kisses all along your skin.
“we got in earlier than expected,” Quinn replied, lips still hovered over your skin.
you hummed, “well send my compliments to the pilots”
Quinn kissed your shoulder again, before pulling you into a tight hug. “I missed you,” he sighed.
“I missed you more,” you replied easily, thinking back to all your late nights spent watching the latest of Quinns interviews. in all honestly, you were practically a twitter stan when it came to your boyfriend.
“Bath?”
You nod, “i’ll start running the water”
five minutes later you sit on the edge of the tub, hand dipped into the scorching water as you listen to the sweet sounds of Quinn trudging and stomping through the apartment. he had never quite learnt how to walk quietly, but you couldn’t say you minded how loud his presence was.
It’s the road that takes you away
That's the worst part
‘Cause once it takes you, makes you stay
There's no way out
you knew that this was just one of many days off, and that in two week’s time he would be gone again. you’d lay alone in bed, replaying voice memos and rereading texts as you usually do.
“what are you thinking so hard about?” Quinns soft voice makes you smile. you shift from your place in bed, looping one of your legs over Quinns and pulling yourself closer to him.
“just you,”
Quinn nodded. “atta girl” he teases, lacing his fingers through yours.
you detach your hand from Quinns and rest your palm against his cheek. you brush at his hair, and you let your hand wander down his face as you start tracing circles onto his jawline.
“i love you,” quinn sighed. his eyes are closed now, fully enjoying your light massages and all of your attention.
“i love you,” you whispered back, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
Is it too much to ask you to never let me go?
Is it too much to ask you to hold me even close?
Is it too much to ask you?
Is it too much to ask you?
Is it too much to ask you to never let me go?
Is it too much to ask?
that night, laying in bed wrapped up with Quinn made you realize once again that it was all worth it. even though you desperately wanted to spend all your time with your person, reunions like this were always worth it.
for the next few weeks you’d bask in the light of his company, and then you’d repeat the process a hundred times over. because in the end, he was worth it every time.
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Hobie takes you web swinging around the city
Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader
Word count: 2.1k
Synopsis: Hobie has a little surprise for you after a hard day's work.
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (reader is mentioned to wear jeans though) food mention, established relationship, Lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF
A/N: Have a fic in celebration of atsv finally releasing on digital! (we can finally see Hobie in HD ❤️) I actually hc Hobie's dimension not having phones yet, but for this fic let's just pretend lol.
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You just got out of class, exhausted, you take off your lab coat, too tired to hang it properly, tossing it haphazardly inside your locker, the metal door closes loudly, rattling your tired bones. Thumping your head on the cold door, you sigh loudly, your stomach growling from hunger.
You can't wait to go home, and finally relax.
Grabbing your phone from your back pocket, you text Hobie– home in a bit, you done with your patrols?
You grab your backpack off the floor, walking towards the university's elevators, your eyes glued on your phone, waiting for his reply. Stepping inside, you listen to the hum of electricity, watching the three little dots appear on your phone.
As soon as the circles appeared, they disappeared from your screen. Guess he's not done yet. That's fine, as long as he comes home in one piece, and back in your arms, it'll be okay.
Putting your phone in your backpack, you step off the elevator, your eyes widen at the crowd gathered in the lobby, you quirk your eyebrow, what's going on? Did a villain attack again? Your mind goes back to Hobie, is he okay? Is this why he didn't answer? Your imagination runs wild, but before you panic, water from outside rushes inside the space, you're brought back to reality, people rush back trying to avoid the brown sludge.
You step back inside the elevator along with a few people, a couple of them you recognized from your class. The doors ding close, as one of the familiar faces presses the fifth floor. You're still confused, so you tap his shoulder, determined to get answers.
"Hey, what happened? Did a dam break or something?" You try to play off your anxiety.
"Nope, apparently it's been raining bloody hard, we've been stuck in that damn windowless lab for so long, we didn't notice" he murmurs out a swear, damning the city for the lack of proper drainage.
"Thanks, thought it was something horrible"
"Oh it is, the tube's closed, goddamnit, I'm missing my soap" the other passengers look at him, when he says the last part louder than he intended. He gets off the elevator early, too embarrassed to stay on.
You look at him apologetically, mouthing a thank you. Bringing out your phone you text Hobie– can't go home yet :( underground's flooded :((
The three dots appear again, but this time followed by a reply.
Go to the balcony, 7th floor, got a surprise.
You knit your eyebrows together, questioning his cryptic message. Nonetheless you press the button. When everyone gets off the elevator, leaving you inside, you smile to yourself, wondering what his surprise could be. Here's to hoping it's food.
It seems like an eternity before the elevator doors open to the seventh floor. You practically skipped over towards the double doors despite your exhaustion. Pushing the doors open, the late afternoon sun greets you, slowly setting in the horizon. Hobie or his 'surprise' is nowhere to be found.
You pause, noticing the puddles on the tiled floor, carefully walking towards the railing so you don't slip and fall flat on your face. Finally reaching the metal railing, you lean on it, inhaling and exhaling out, a cold breeze rushes past, fluttering your eyelashes in the wind.
For a second you forget your fatigue, you didn't hear Hobie's breathing behind you.
"Boo" he says it right in your ear.
"Fucker!" You jump back, the railing hitting the small small of your back, you hiss out.
"Shit, you okay?" Hobie asks in between laughs. He's hanging from his web upside down, the shiny spikes on his head gleaming in the sun, shining directly in your eye.
You grimace, shielding your eye from the light with your hand, your back throbs with a dull pain "is this your surprise? Wounding me?"
"Wounding you? That's a bit harsh, innit?" Hobie notices you're alone so it's safe to take off his mask, relieving your strained eye. He reaches towards you, "come 'ere, let me see if I blinded you" Hobie uses this as an excuse to hold your face in his hands.
He rubs small circles over your eyelid, your face heats up from the affection, Hobie's still hanging effortlessly upside down, "show off" you say softly.
He chuckles, pulling you closer to him, so close, your eyes cross together, as you're looking at his lips. Hobie finds the sight adorable, "let me kiss it better" he points at your eyes.
"Doctor's orders? I'm not a professional but I don't think–" you stop yourself when he places an unexpected quick kiss on the corner of your right eye.
He moves towards your left eye, smirking at your flustered expression, this time you're ready, closing your left eye so he could kiss it fully. You sigh, content.
"I think I missed one," Hobie tilts his head.
"I don't have a third eye"
"You sure? It's right–" he lifts your head up slightly, crushing his lips to yours, you smile into the kiss, Hobie tugs on your hair, earning a gasp from you, a ruse so he could kiss you deeply. You hold on to his back for stability, your legs wobbling in the cold breeze.
The unique position provides a new way for you to kiss him, mentally jotting it down so you could recreate it for another time, but in your current state, you forgot your train of thought the second it left your mind.
He pulls away for oxygen, cursing the need for humans to breathe, "here" Hobie stares at your smitten expression, he's sure he has the same look on his face.
You have no words, if this was his surprise, you're satisfied.
Hobie raises a pierced brow, tapping your forehead with his index finger "you still in there?"
You could only manage to nod, unable to form words "mmhm"
Hobie thinks you're goddamn adorable, you deserve another kiss just for that.
He pecks your lips with a loud smack, leaving a sheen on your lips. You wake up from your stupor, laughing.
Hobie finally drops down, gracefully landing on his feet, Accidentally splashing your jeans when he lands on a puddle.
"Ugh" you grimace, lifting your leg.
"It'll dry off in a minute" Hobie grabs your bag from your shoulder, placing it on his back. "Come on then" he reaches towards you.
At first you thought he just wanted a hug, but remembering your earlier predicament, you step back.
"Oh no way" you cross your arms "nope, I'm not doing that, can that flimsy web even carry us both?" You point at the web he left.
"That web is stronger than a steel cable"
You look at the white rope slightly swinging in the wind, it does not look like it's stronger than a steel cable.
You stare at Hobie "I'm not gonna let you fall" he crosses the small distance "never"
You look into his eyes, still apprehensive, you bounce on the balls of your feet, looking down at the flooded street below. You definitely don't want to trudge the mucky water, who knows what's floating in there.
"Alright fine, no funny business" you give up, looping your arms over his neck.
Hobie smiles victoriously, he grabs the back of your legs so you could wrap it around his waist. You yelp when he taps your arse, he laughs at your reaction.
You glare at him through your eyelashes. He places his mask back on.
"Right, no funny business" he mimics your voice. "You ready?"
"On second thought, maybe–"
Hobie doesn't let you finish your sentence, he jumps off the balcony quickly aiming his webs at a building. You feel your stomach drop, unable to scream, so you cling tighter, closing your eyes as the harsh wind whips at your thick jacket.
"I've got you, lovey" Hobie tries to reassure you. You can hear his web shooters thwip everytime a web releases from its compressed container.
"Shit, shit, shit!" You finally find your voice, screaming out, while Hobie drops down from a height, you feel motion sick.
Hobie finally finds a steady web slinging rhythm, enabling him to rub at your back, calming you a bit.
"You can open your eyes y'know"
"Nope, no thank you, I'm good" your eyes tightly shut.
"You sure? It's a gorgeous view, love" he softly says the last word, dripping with affection.
You exhale, trusting him, you bravely open your eyes "wow" gasping out, the sky is a brilliant orange, slowly transitioning into a marvelous pink shade, the high rise buildings fly past, its windows shining magnificently in the sunset. You can see the silhouette of you clutching onto Hobie's body like a tarsier on the buildings' many windows.
Hobie grins at your reaction, your eyes wide, it's like you're seeing a different side of the world. "Beautiful"
"You're right" you move your head to face him, finding Hobie staring right back at you.
Your cheeks heat up despite the cold bite of the wind, hiding your flustered expression on the crook of his neck. Hobie can feel your breath on his skin, leaving goosebumps.
He clears his throat (and thoughts) "almost there, hang on" Hobie hastens his web swinging, eager to show you his surprise.
You peek behind Hobie's neck, enjoying the passing scenery. "How do you not get motion sick?"
He laughs "A lot of practice"
Hobie finally reached his destination, his feet skids to a stop, holding you close- incase you fly off him.
He taps your back, telling you it's fine to finally get off. You try to stand, legs shaking from the adrenaline.
You hold on to his strong arm with a grip. You find yourself on top of Victoria tower, iconic London structures provide an unforgettable view. The London eye looming over the river thames, the iconic tower bridge on your left. Big Ben greets you with a chime of its clock.
"Holy shit" you're completely awestruck, you didn't even notice letting go of his arm.
He calls your name, trying to get your attention by tugging at your jacket.
"Hobie, is this–" he hands you a cup of tea. "What? Where?" You're confused, holding onto the steaming cup.
Hobie shakes the thermos in his hand, the contents sloshing inside, lid missing. "Figured you needed a drink" he says it so nonchalantly, like he didn't plan it (he definitely did)
You hold the lid turned cup in your hands, warming your palms.
"Is this your surprise?"
"Yeah, what? You thought it was the kiss, huh?" Hobie smirks, teasingly.
"Definitely not" you hide your lie behind the cup, slurping loudly.
"Sure"
A cold gust of wind blows towards you, your jacket sways in the wind, you regret wearing jeans now.
Hobie grabs your waist, scared that you might fall off the tower. "You alright?"
"Yeah, I saved my drink" you raise your cup, showing him none of the contents spilled out.
"Good, I would've bought that bread you like, but I figured the birds would get to it first" Hobie wraps his fingers in your belt loop, pulling you closer, warmth radiating off him. You lay your head on his shoulder, now that the adrenaline has faded away, you can feel the exhaustion coming back.
Hobie hugs you tightly, his knuckles massage your neck, the tight muscles relax in his hold "You feel better?"
You figured it out, why he's been doting on you, he probably noticed how tired you are these past few weeks and wanted to help you relax. Your heart swells tenfold, Hobie may not be good at telling you how much he loves you, but his actions make up for it.
You're eternally grateful, you don't know how it's possible but you love him even more, your heart overflowing with affection.
"Are you still with me?" He whispers, thinking you might've fallen asleep in his arms.
"Thank you" you look at him, cupping his jaw with your free hand, pecking his cold cheek "thank you" you say it softly this time.
"It's you, love, let me indulge you from time to time, yeah?"
"Only if you let me do the same for you"
"You already do" he lifts your chin closer to his lips.
"I love you" you whisper against his lips.
Hobie answers by sealing your lips with a kiss. A light drizzle of rain falls over you, you yelp when the cold water hits your skin.
Hobie clings to you tighter, ignoring the rain slowly getting heavier, soaking his suit and your jacket.
You pull away reluctantly, "we're gonna get sick!" You try to blink away the heavy droplets falling on your lashes.
"I'll take care of you" a sudden clap of thunder makes you jump, changing Hobie's plans "but yeah, we definitely should go"
Hobie gathers his things before he grabs your waist to carry you again. You instinctively wrap your legs on his waist, grinning widely, ready and happy to swing home.
"You ready?" he adjusts your arms.
"Yeah" you look at Hobie like he hung the stars in the sky.
A/N: sorry if the geography is wrong lol. I couldn't resist not adding the iconic upside down kiss 🤭 thank you for reading! As always likes and reblogs are appreciated ❤️
*picture above is from pinterest*
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Something I really lament is the move towards digital media. Slowly we start to never own the things we like. Even if we "buy" a digital game, or movie or show. It's locked behind a certain platform or service. Once it shuts down we lose it forever.
(me when big booby anime girl explosion Is taken off of Netflix)
I also feel like there's a certain charm to owning physical media, like things you can hold and the satisfaction from pressing a clicky button or putting a disc or cassette in and seeing it work.
(oooh so classy so retro so.. expensive in the modern day)
More people should try to make copies of what they own digitally, or try to buy physical media before it's lost from streaming services and digital storefronts forever. Like the case with certain games like Godzilla 2014 and Transformers War for Cybertron. They don't exist digitally anymore. Only hard copies exist outside of emulation and at insane resell prices like... INSANE ones for a mediocre Godzilla game
So yea. Buy some more CDs of those albums you have on replay! Buy a DVD of that niche obscure anime you like! And most importantly PLEASE PLEASE START MAKING HARD BACKUPS OF SHOWS YOU LIKE THAT YOU PIRATE!!! media preservation is important!
(me downloading every episode of Daredevil onto my hard drive to burn to a DVD later so I can give it to all my friends)
This is now going to be a Comprehensive guide on how to rip a CD
POLL TIME!
Burning and Ripping Disc's❤️❤️💕💕🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️
STEP ONE:
BUY A CHEAP BLU-RAY/DVD DRIVE FOR YOUR WINDOWS COMPUTER
here are some I recommend!!!
i personally use this pioneer one :)))
DVD drives in general are relatively cheap from 30-20 smackeroos, but Blu-ray drives are around 80-100 bucks depending on the manufacturer but offer better support for copying HD video such as on a Blu-ray.
STEP TWO:
FIND A PIECE OF MEDIA YOU ENJOY.
in this case its gonna be a CD!!
i really enjoy Vespertine by Bjork, but i wanna have it on my computer just in case anything happens to my CD. SO. ill open Windows Media Player
(she hasn't changed since 2011 <3333 be urself girl)
NEXT
ill insert the disc into the player. and it'll start playing!
Pause the disc and go into Rip settings
NEXT!! select the format!
if you want to conserve space and don't mind sacrificing audio quality select MP3! if you want to hear the same level of audio quality as preserved on the CD, select a format labelled LOSSLESS. I recommend .WAV files as they'll work with most devices including an android phone or iTunes on PC (more on that later ;3 )
NEXT!
create a folder on whatever u wanna save ur music to! (u can call it whatever u want the world is your oyster bestie)
THEN!!! FINALLY
go into more options on the Rip Settings menu!
select ur folder and press Rip CD!!!!
the fun thing of this now, is that you can pull these files on your computer and put it onto your Android device so you can listen to your hearts content without lugging around your CD in a player at high quality without any subscription service with free reign of who you can give your download to!
But Magenta! what if i have an iPhone?
ohohoo fear not bestie because iTunes on PC has an even EASIER way to do it
because simply putting in a disc with iTunes downloaded prompts THIS
(oooo so new age)
and if you have apple music on your iPhone this will sync to your phone if you logged into iTunes on PC!!
thank you for coming to my TED talk
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mi amor
namor x avenger!reader
synopsis: after a long time running away from the one man who had promised you the world, you realize your fears have come to fruition
disclaimer: i have NOT seen the movie yet lmaooo i work all the time + i’m a cheap ass waiting for the pirated websites to upload the HD versions for the movie so bear with me if none of this is remotely accurate— based off of fics and clips i’ve seen
mi amor - my love
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you could hear the clamor of the fight. you had stayed back, the look of disappointment on shuri’s face when she tried to tug on you to help was like salt in your deep wound. you knew exactly who it was, having caught glimpses of their blue skin and their clothing, you felt the bile rise in your throat as panic surged your body.
had he truly found you again? after all this time?
you had spent the months after leaving, destroying every piece of your identity, faking your death, selling your belongings and erasing yourself from existence. for a time, it was easy. half the world had been snapped so half the people who once knew you, were gone.
but it didn’t make the struggle of it all any less. the avengers had dissolved, especially considering that half of your teammates were gone, you were left with one option, one that you weren’t really sure was reliable anymore.
wakanda had once let you call it home, and you hoped it would once again.
nakia’s voice was like music to your ears as the call had finally been picked up on the third ring.
your head fell into your hand with a sigh of relief, “nakia!” you nearly cried, “nakia, thank the gods..”
you heard a faint whisper of a man in the background before nakia responded with your name, “y/n? what’s wrong?”
your unloading of the situation took a mere five minutes, but nakia was already on her way with a jet to retrieve you in less than.
being back on wakanda was jarring. you had been here before, happy and accompanying bucky as he healed from hydra’s touch. and it was here, that you saw him for the very first time.
legends that your mother had told you never measured to his. he was pure magic, a mystical being that had you bowing on your knees.
he rose from the water as you felt the tears prick from your eyes. the darkness casted a shadow over his face, and it wasn’t until he was breathing your air, that you finally saw the beauty of him.
you felt the gasp of air leave your lungs, and instead, filled with the pounding water from down below.
you wanted to scream, feeling the burning of your lungs, you clawed at your throat, and even more at him, for his beauty was a facade for the evil that sat within him.
as he set a hand on your shoulder, intent on watching you die within his wrath, you gripped his hand, and let the fire of your pain burn through onto his skin.
he pulled back, hissing as he looked down at his injury. you collapsed at the same time, the water that made your lungs burn now emptied out on the ground, gasping for air you heaved.
“what..” you coughed, still gulping at the left over sea water, “the fuck?!” you yelled.
“i have the same question to ask you..” his voice was accented, a twinge of spanish just at the brink of his tongue you could almost hear it.
he looked down at his burn and smirked softly, “you are the fire they’ve warned about..”
you sent yourself back to reality.
“enough dwelling in the past..” you muttered. you mustered up your strength and stepped out onto the scene. it was less horrifying as you imagined, considering his style.
all the words fell immediately as you revealed yourself. shuri and ramonda both turned and the reveal of your betrayal played in their eyes.
“y/n.” his voice was like forbidden music to your ears. you turned your gaze away from them and faced him.
you regretted your decision to show, but you understood that this was partly your fault.
“k'uk'ulkan.” his name was like honey on your tongue, a sound to him that left him buzzing. you looked at him and wanted to beg the question, wanted to ask why he would go to such lengths to find you.
“don’t think that i didn’t know. i can feel you move amongst them, your heart is aligned with mine..” namor moved closer to you, “i felt them, their heartbeat, their energy..” namor whispered now, his words ever so enchanting.
you mustered up the courage and pushed him back roughly, the sound of sizzling flesh was heard just as his soldiers, stepped in front of him with weapons pointed at your neck.
you scoffed, “i was once considered your queen, your ruler and you my subjects, and you dare forget me so soon..” you stepped back, and ignored their faces as you stared at namor, “there is not a corner on this earth that you will leave unsearched, but there is the fact that you will never find him.” your words were like knives to his heart, and he seethed.
as you prepared to step back, run away as you have always done, the emotion that tugged at your heartstrings made you stop, and gaze him in the eye once more.
“how could you have done this to me, mi amor?” he was murmuring the words, and you looked back to see the wakandians glaring at you with betrayal, “i promised to give you the world,” he opened his arms and turned with a grimace, “even if the world is undeserving of your beauty, your power can change it, change them.” he glowered at the wakandians.
you shook your head, “how could i have stayed knowing your were walking the narrow line between justice and tyranny?” you echoed, “i made my decision, and i live with it everyday that he asks who his father is.” you sniffled, “it is now your turn to live with the consequences of your actions, mi amor.” the last words felt antagonizing, like salt to another deep wound.
the pain of walking away, knowing you had just given up another place you could’ve called home eventually, was tough. your son was with nakia, the only one entrusted with the information regarding his parentage, you had him blended into society, a child who lived in ignorance filled bliss.
you would give up your life, if it meant namor would never see him.
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Finally I can post the pieces I did for HD Reverse Bang 2022 @harrydracobang. The first pic inspired the brilliant fic
“Monster”, wich you can read here by my wonderful partner @orange-peony
I don’t have enough words to express how happy and grateful I am with Peony. Thank you so much for choosing me as your partner.
You can see all the pieces and the nsfw one :3c here, on AO3
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HD HURT/COMFORT FEST RULES & GUIDELINES
Below are the rules and guidelines for HD Hurt/Comfort Fest participants. Please direct any questions or concerns to our ask box, or via
[email protected].
HD Hurt/Comfort is an 18+ anonymous prompt-based fest that welcomes creations from both the angsty and fluffy ends of the trope spectrum. Accepted works include fic, art, craft, and podfic categorized as one of these three main tropes:
Angst
Fluff
Hurt/Comfort
Interested in supporting fellow participants? Need to engage the services of a cheerleader? Want to lament about your difficult muse? Join our HD/HC fest discord community! Open to 18+ only.
Timeline
Prompting: Apr 2 - 30
Claiming: May 4 - July 1
Submissions due: Aug 2
Posting begins: Aug 23
Reveals: September
Your HD/HC Mods,
@orangepellets, @peachpety, @vukovich
banner art by @basiatlu
Rules & Guidelines below the cut.
PROMPTING
The prompting period is April 2 - 30.
You may submit as many prompts as you like. You do not have to create for the fest in order to post a prompt.
All prompts must be identified as one of the three accepted fest tropes: angst, fluff, or hurt/comfort combination. Any extra details are welcome. Please note, however, that these additional details are for inspiration only and creators are not obligated to adhere to them fully.
Self-prompts are allowed. There will be a space on the claiming form to add details for self prompts.
Prompts will be available for browsing as soon as prompting opens on April 2.
CLAIMING
The claiming period is May 4 - July 15.
Due to the nature of potential content, this fest is for participants aged 18 and over. Please do not sign up if you are not 18 by the time of claiming.
Upon signing up, you agree to the Rules and Guidelines of the fest.
Only one prompt may be claimed at a time. Prompts are assigned on a first come first serve basis. As such, should you have your eye on a specific prompt but are unable to claim it once claiming opens, a proxy is allowed to claim on your behalf.
If you fulfill your prompt with enough time before submissions, you're welcome to claim an additional prompt. We only ask that you submit your first work as per submission guidelines before claiming another.
Collaborations are welcome! Please only submit one claim form per collaboration and include the details of all participants.
Writer sign-up cap is set at 60. There is no cap for art, craft, or podfic.
If you wish to create art, craft, or podfic based on an existing fanwork, please submit it as a self prompt during the claiming period.
CREATING
All creations must fit into the ‘angst’, ‘fluff’, or ‘hurt/comfort’ categories. There are many themes that fall in line for fluff and angst, but below is a short list of suggestions to help inspire. If you have any doubts or questions about your theme(s), please reach out!
Angst
Depression
Addiction (alcohol, other drugs)
Abuse (emotional, physical, sexual, etc)
Infidelity
Death
Grief
Fluff
Domesticity
Slice of life
Getting Together
Meet Cute
Found family
Friends to Lovers
The main pairing for all creations is Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. Participants may include any side-pairings, threesomes, and/or original characters, as long as the final submission is still a Drarry-centric piece. All ratings and archive warnings are accepted.
As this is an anonymous fest, please do not discuss your creations with anyone in a public forum outside the HD/HC Fest Discord, except for your alpha/beta readers and the fest mods until the reveals have been announced in September. Come join in our Discord fun here!
Ratings suggestions and additional details included for each prompt should be considered inspiration. Feel free to incorporate or ignore them as you see fit! Should you choose to gift your creation to the promptee, however, we ask that you honor any dislikes mentioned.
Please tag your works appropriately. Due to the nature of this fest, we want to ensure that everyone is informed of potentially triggering content. Please note, however, that all fluff entries must be HEA (Happily Ever After) and must not contain content that merits an archive warning.
If you’re unsure about tagging your work, please let the mods know, and we are happy to help. Please also note that we reserve the right to review your tags and warnings in relation to your content and may contact you to request additions and/or changes. While we can’t dictate consumption of our creations, we will strive to empower our readers/viewers with appropriate information to make an informed choice.
Author and Artist Guidelines
We will not accept works created with AI.
For fics, the minimum word count is 1000. We have elected to implement a cap on fics of 60k.
All fics must be proofread and follow generally accepted SPaG guidelines. If you are unable to find a beta to assist, please reach out to the mods, and we can provide further guidance.
All fics are posted anonymously, however for art we allow artists to include watermarks on their creations if they so wish.
Podfic Guidelines
Podfics are most certainly welcome, as long as they fit into the 'angst', 'fluff', or 'hurt/comfort' categories! If you intend to podfic a work that you did not originally create, please make sure you get permission from the original author to record it.
For podfics, the minimum word count of the recorded story is 1000, maximum 60k.
All podfics must be proofed. If you are unable to find a beta to assist, please reach out to the mods and we can provide further guidance.
Podfics will be posted anonymously, but podficcers are allowed to state their name in the podfic recording itself (not within their notes on the post).
Drop Outs/Extensions
Throughout the creation period, we'll send a couple of check-in emails—one month and one week before submissions are due. You're welcome to ask for an extension at that time. You're also welcome to contact the mods outside of the check-in period via email or Discord at any point to request one.
We know life likes to surprise us with the unexpected, so please know that if you need to drop out for any reason, that's ok! Just please let us know as early as possible.
SUBMITTING
Once you have completed your work, it’s time to submit!
Submissions are due August 2. If you finish before this date, you are welcome to submit early.
All works must be posted directly [HERE] to the HD Hurt/Comfort Fest 2024 AO3 collection. Podfics should be linked to the original work using the AO3 ‘Inspired By’ function, i.e: “This work is a remix, a translation, a podfic, or was inspired by another work” and pasting the URL of the original fic. Please contact the mods if you have any issues submitting your work.
Submissions must be complete works created for this fest. Please do not submit incomplete works or works that are a part of a series or a prequel/sequel to an existing work.
Due to the nature of content present in angsty creations in particular, we want to emphasize the importance of tagging. Please take care to tag for potentially triggering themes present in your work. If you have questions or need clarification on anything, please reach out to the mods, and we'll be happy to help!
Mods will also read through entries prior to posting to help ensure proper tagging. Should we believe any changes are necessary, we will reach out to you and ask you to make those.
Following successful upload of your work to the collection, please submit the completed submission header form below to
[email protected] to confirm you have posted to the collection. We will respond with a confirmation email in a timely manner.
Submission header:
For Art and/or Fic:
Title:
Creator(s):
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, <any additional pairings>
Rating:
Word count/Art Medium:
Warnings/Tags:
Summary:
Author's note:
Link to work:
For Podfic:
Title:
Podficcer:
Rating:
Length:
Warnings/Tags:
Summary:
Podficcer’s note:
Link to podfic:
Link to original work:
POSTING
Entries will be posted starting August 23.
In an effort to provide comfort to the hurt, a balm to soothe the pain, we will strive to post creations as pairs—one angst and one fluff per day. Each paired creation will have a stand-alone posting, but will include a link to its contrasting creation.
Of course, it's difficult to ensure we've got exactly equal numbers of angst and fluff pieces, and we don't want to limit creators, so we recognize things will in all likelihood be a little unbalanced.
This is ok though! As mods, we'll do our best to arrange the posting schedule to ensure an even distribution of excellent content.
Additionally, while we will not release a public posting schedule, we will inform participants prior to their anticipated post date.
Once your creation has been posted please be mindful not to reveal yourself as the creator through the duration of anon postings. After the mod reveals posting in September, you are free to claim your creation in personal posts to your heart’s content. Tag us @hd-hurtcomfort-fest in your posts on tumblr and we will reblog from the HD/HC Fest account!
While we hope that it will not happen, sometimes creations receive negative comments. If you receive a nasty or critical comment, please contact the mods asap. We are happy to work with you to address the situation, and will only step in to deal with it if that is your wish.
GENERAL/FAQ
Is this an 18+ fest?
Yes, this fest is only open to creators over the age of 18 by the time of claiming (May 4 - July 15).
I want to submit a MCD prompt, is that allowed?
Yes! Major Character Death certainly counts as angsty content. Our list of suggested themes is only a small handful of ideas. So feel free to submit away! Also, be sure to select the ‘angst’ option when you submit your prompt.
I don’t want any hurt, only fluffy happy endings. Can my prompt be fluff only?
Yes! Just be sure to select the ‘fluff’ option when you submit your prompt.
I love content that features both angst and fluff. Can my prompt be a combination of both?
Of course! Just be sure to select the ‘hurt/comfort’ option when you submit your prompt.
Does my angst fic/art have to have comfort?
No! You can write/create 100% angst, such as MCD, or pain & anguish without a happy ending if that's where your muse leads you.
What if I want to write hurt & comfort?
Go for it!
I want to write/draw/create only cute & fluffy content, is that allowed?
YES! We encourage creations of 100% fluff in this fest! Bring on all the meet cutes & sweet happy endings.
What if I don't want my entry to post with a corresponding [fluff||angst] piece?
The entire premise of this fest is that angst and fluff pieces will get posted together. Although there will inevitably be an excess of one type of entry, resulting in slight augmentations to posting, there's no way we can make a fair commitment to post specific entries without a corresponding creation on the opposite side of the spectrum. We are happy to discuss your hesitation with you, but if you still have reservations, this particular fest might not be for you, and that's ok!
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It's time for a new DEV UPDATE! [February 2024]
Let's talk about the upcoming Nintendo Switch port, localization, plushies, and new content coming soon?
It's time for a new development update, we've been working on a lot of stuff behind the scenes so let's talk about some of it, shall we?
The Bunny Graveyard is coming to Nintendo Switch!
If you didn't know already, The Bunny Graveyard is on its way to Nintendo Switch. But this port will not just be any normal port, the game will receive some enhancements and changes both visually and gameplay-wise. Including motion-controls, HD vibration and more!
But do not worry PC users, even though some gameplay features will be exclusive to Switch, any content updates, improvements and future chapters will be released at the same time on all platforms.
More languages!
The Bunny Graveyard: Chapter 1 is currently being translated to more languages, some of these are:
Brazilian Portuguese
French
Russian
Japanese
Simplified Chinese
Korean
...and more!
Boxers Plushie!
You probably heard of this already, but yes! Boxers got himself his very own plushie, which is still available at the time of this writing, however, this is a limited edition plushie so make sure to grab one before they're gone. As of right now, there's still 8 days left, so think about it! You guys absolutely CRUSHED that funding goal by the way, 450 sold so far!
We're definitely making another one... hehe.
This is also our first piece of merchandise and we're open to do more merch stuff in the future! But for now we'll only be choosing things that don't slow us down during development. So, if you got any requests for merch, let us know and we'll look into it!
NEW free content is coming this year...
We are working on a new secret project for the game, it will be released as a free content update at the same time as the Nintendo Switch release. It's a small thing that we wanted to make for a while now, but never got the chance to do due to time constraints. Think of it as the next "4-1-1992" for now.
We'll be releasing a separate trailer for this soon, so stay tuned!
So... how's Chapter 2?
Finally, let's have a quick talk about Chapter 2.
We are still not ready to fully reveal Chapter 2, buuuut we can tell you a little bit about it. It is the most ambitious project we have ever done, we expect it to be about the same length as Chapter 1, but despite the length, this chapter has proven to be quite a challenge to develop... but you know us, we love ourselves a challenge!
The story has been fully written, the gameplay has been finalized, but there's still quite a lot of programming to go, and don't get me started on all the music and animations left. Oh, did I also mention that this chapter will be releasing at the same time on Nintendo Switch and PC? And that it will also release in multiple languages? And that I'm still working on this game mostly by myself?
Yeah, things are not the same as they were back when I was making Chapter 1, The Bunny Graveyard is no longer just a silly lil' indie game, but that's exactly what makes it fun. I seriously can't wait to show you guys what we've been working on, this chapter is going to blow you away. Expect a trailer sometime this year.
You can add Chapter 2 to your Steam wishlist now!
Final Thoughts!
2024 is looking like an awesome year for this game, I'm hoping that this year we can get more people to know about this game.
I'm extremely thankful for all of the support that we've been getting lately, it's crazy that I can now FINALLY focus on this game full-time, something that I've been trying to do for a long time now. I'm still processing the fact that this game is coming to the Switch, but it really is! Truly a dream come true.
If you got any questions, ask in the comments and I'll try to answer as many as I can! And as always, thank you all!
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i have this soft early seasons hc that the moment smartphones became A Thing and you could finally take instant HD pictures of anything, sam started taking pictures of everything. a cute dog he saw on the street? snap. an interesting brick layout? snap. a squirrel eating a piece of bread in some park? snap. an ancient, pretty much decaying book in a library? snap.
snap. snap. snap.
and then when he'd get home (by that i mean, dean, at whatever motel room they were crashing in at the time), maybe to find dean making something to eat or cleaning his guns, & he'd go up to him all excited and show him every picture he took, give him small explanations, talk about how amazing it is that the pictures look so smooth and colorful and "just like the real thing, dean!" — and dean would look at all of them, and listen to sammy's explanations (even if he sometimes went on tangents dean couldn't understand), and he'd make comments, definitely tease sam a lil about his nerdyness. it didn't matter how long it took, because seeing his baby brother so happy about something so small just- made his heart hurt, filled him with affection. made dean realize how much he missed it, missed sam going on rants about science, about books, about whatever nerdy sci-fi thing he was into at the time. missed that glint in sam's eyes, the happiness that made him look so alive (missed when life was simpler).
sam smiles as he shows dean a picture of a blossoming flower and all dean can think about is how much he loves this kid.
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Here's one of my favorite spreads-- Professor Layton and the Curious Village!! I absolutely love this game and cannot wait to play the sequels!
Writing typed below!
Rating: 8.5/10
Played: Spring 2023
Port: HD mobile (iPad)
Favorite? Y
Replayable? Y
Recommend? Y
Series: Professor Layton
Comments:
That tower is insane
Omg I love the memopad, I feel like I'm on Blues Clues
I love the mystery surrounding the tower
omg are we building a robot dog?? -> yes <3 Hot Dog
Omg crash box match puzzle!! ... WHAT THE FUCK
Layton: ew this bottle is so gross. Luke stick your hand in there
What if we were germs in a glass jar and we held hands
Layton you better have Luke on a leash or smth he better not get kidnapped oh my god I am so stressed
Luke is softie for animals T^T <3
A WORM'S DREAM
STACHENSCARFEN omfg not the ace attorney name
veil of night my beloved <3
that old man is BOOKING IT
matthew is the only real one
love the chess puzzles
gorgeous grave statue
these inn items??? T-T
sewer time
Luke: don't worry professor! No one would ever dream of stealing the Layton mobile
Layton: .... Just what do you mean by that Luke
THE FERRIS WHEEL???
Omg layton in a crown
I like how all the tower puzzles are difficult
don't like the creepy lady
is everyone a robot??
YEA A LOGIC PUZZLE
the flying spike ball is insane
He just built the sail??
The ending was SO SWEET T^T
Game Dev Notes:
Beautiful animated scenes
iconic and calming music
stunning 2d art (character and environment)
great range of puzzle difficulty
interactive background and collectibles
different rewards for finishing puzzles
recap questions to see if you were paying attention to the details
great interweaving of puzzles into the story
interesting overall mystery
ability to explore both before the end and after (& gold layton if you solve everything)
Summary:
I absolutely love this game. It's so charming and sweet with a fun story surrounding puzzles. I love the characters and I love their little quips. I love the range of puzzles and how some of them have historical context. It's such a simple concept that was executed very well. Although the story isn't ground breaking, it was still really fun and shocking. It reminds me a lot of an ACD Sherlock story as it's just another one of Layton and Luke's wacky adventures. It is also set up in the perfect way to allow both sequels and prequels (which is what did happen lol). There's a ton of added replayability such as bonus puzzles, finding every furniture piece and arrangements, finding the charms, etc. It's so interactive and doesn't punish the player at all. This is an amazing puzzle game and there's no shame to not knowing the puzzle answers. You don't get full points if you mess up but that's fine as the picarats don't affect main story gameplay. I am so exccited to see how the sequels expand on the characters, especially Flora! She seems like a very unique character and I am so excited to see more of her. I am also just so happy to finally experience the beautiful music I have been listening to for years in the game. The music is so incredible and charming, it makes me want to find a nice, small European town to explore. What a great game and I am excited for what's next! Hopefully in time for the New World of Steam!
All of the stickers I got from Daiso. If you are interested in the materials I use you can check out my pinned post in my blog!
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Commissions are Open!
Times are a little rough right now and I find myself in need of help paying some crucial bills! So! It is commission time!! Any bit helps and is appreciated greatly.
A few basic rules:
-As an artist I do hold the right to refuse any commission, it might be that I am not confident in my skills enough for what is asked Or the subject matter might be way out of my comfort zone. There are things I will and will not draw buddies!
- All payments must be in US currency (usd) and through P@ypall!
-Payment is asked for once I have finished the cleaned sketch of your flat or full piece and have your OK on how the piece looks.(With sketches It is an upfront payment)
-Now, I’m no mind reader, So a Colored reference will be required for each character! If you have a ref but it is not colored I /am/ willing to work with you on color picking but that might add a slight charge to your bill depending on how long it takes to decide on hues!
-IF you only have a description of your character or you want me to DESIGN the character for you, that will be a significant additional charge as that sort of work adds hours onto the process.
- You may repost your commissioned piece but please, do not crop out my tiny signature and Please remember to credit me wherever you post!
- I do not haggle my prices.
-Characters with complex markings May require an additional complexity charge. just based on how wild we're talkin.
Things I wont draw
Fandoms that do NOT allow commissions of their artwork Heavy NSFW (think sexual themes) [I only draw these themes for those who are 18+ and are willing to prove as much. no minors allowed]
No fetish art
Certain pairings(ask me DM and i will let you know if that pairing is ok for me to draw)
No underage/Incest/selfcest and things the like. This is an /instant/ no and potential block from me.
Ref sheet rules:
Ref sheets will vary in price based on a number of factors. Complexity of design, number of additional details included, whether or not i design the character for you. All these things can have a hand in the final price of the ref.
If you are interested in this option we can discuss your budget and what all you are looking to include. I am always happy to work with people :>
All my artwork is digital and once the piece is complete you will receive the HD, Unwatermarked version in DMs. The version i post publicly will have my main watermark.
Interested? shoot me a message via tumblr/twitter messenger or over at my email
[email protected] !
Twitter: Gingergoats
BlueSky: Goatsgalore
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fanmade 4k remaster of the wire prequel "webisodes" originally released in 2007. HUGE credit to jeremy hinen for the work that went into this remastering!
full text from OP's reddit post under the cut:
This was a project I'd been meaning to get to for a while! Hopefully you enjoy. Here's the background info I posted with the video on Youtube:
Originally aired as webisodes on HBO.com in 2007, these three prequel vignettes offer the only canonical flashbacks to several characters on HBO's "The Wire". They are some of the earliest period piece attempts by the show's braintrust, before they would eventually work on projects like Show Me a Hero or The Deuce. Prior to now, fans of the show have only ever been able to view the prequels online in 360p (and one bizarrely resized 480p clip). They're hard to look at, especially compared to the updated remaster.
With the re-release of The Wire following HBO's HD remaster in 2014, consumers who purchased the complete edition of the show finally had access to a higher bit-rate, 16:9 version of the prequels. To my knowledge, this version has never been shared online, and retains color/contrast closer to the 4:3 releases.While the 16:9 version displays far fewer bitrate issues than its original online release, there are still shots that suffer from compression artifacts and minor aliasing.
I split all the individual shots into Topaz, and used several Artemis AI models to repair the footage before upscaling to 4K.Using Davinci Resolve, I then recolored the prequels shot-by-shot to match the look and feel of the HD Remasters. The compression on the 16:9 version also resulted in a loss of the film texture very visible in the Remasters, so I finished by overlaying a scan of Kodak Vision 200T 5274 film grain – matching the film used by the show.
My hope is that these changes look subtle enough to remain indistinguishable from the main episodes, although this remaster does expose some production details the original crew never anticipated being seen; like the fact that Young Omar's scar is drawn on with marker. I've done my best to keep it from looking too glaring.
These prequels are now preserved here for any ardent fans of the The Wire to enjoy.
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⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Gore, Disturbing imagery, Glitches/Flashing Lights ⚠️
It's One Flip Too Many
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Crash, goes the plates, causing that disruptive, distressing noise that irks his ears. As if the sound wasn't enough, its shards fall directly to his feet, tearing open wounds and causing blood to trickle down. Flippy finds himself trembling, his breathing becomes bated and unsteady. White noise overwhelms his hearing, overpowering any environment noise, if there ever was one in the first place. He have no one to blame but himself for this. He heard that dark and unsettling laughter echoing in his mind accompanied by the wave of unwanted memories crashing through his vision. NO, this is not happening- he must calm down- counting down with rhymes helped before, maybe it might-
"One, it will be gone" he begins, eyes looking for anything that might calm him down. Instead, his gaze latches on a particular dining knife set on the table. It reminds him of the bowie knife he used while camping out with his friends. Of course, he didn't use it for woodwork as he intended. That tool is used to slash open some yellow rabbit's guts to choke some whiny chipmunk so she could finally shut up-
Shaking his head, he continues. "Two, bad thoughts adieu-" He flinched when he sees his keychains on the counter morphing into grenade clamps. His accustomed ears remake the booming explosion so convincing, he's surprised he's still in one piece.
"THREE, I WILL BE FREE-" He shouts out, hoping that his volume would cover the noise inside of his head. His pupils dart to the ceiling and remembers the looping plane ride incident. How could his bare arms detach those propellers so easily? But then again, he talks as if the next thing his body did isn't an impossible feat, which is to slice so many critters consecutively without breaking a sweat-
"FOUR, NO MORE, NO MORE!" Flippy squeals as he breaks down to his knees. His lungs is burning, breathing feels like torture in of itself. His voice cracked remembering that what he ordered for dinner is pizza...
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I need fluff/funny in my life...
Maybe like imagine how guys react when Y/n not answering texts only to find out later when she arrives back to find out her phone just died due to forgetting to charge it or playing games on it too long that it died-
Enjoy writing this lmao
sorry it took legit a thousand years to reply to this one but her you go this is based off of bayveres tmnt.
warnings: grammer and spelling mistakes, and angst( mention of death).
-LEO-
he wasn't all to concerned at first with you not texting him back. your a busy person with a busy life, but its now officially 7:34pm and haven't answered a single text message from him. you haven't even read it.
starts by telling himself that you must just be busy walking or still doing things to be able to text so therefore he calls. no answer. he try's again, and still no answer
begins to start span calling and texting you, even using your emergency contact to make sure there was a ring.
mind is racing right now going to absolute worst case scenario.
did you get mugged? are you hurt? are you kidnapped?
blood runs cold at the thought of you dead in an ally way somewhere because of the foot or a random gang.
its 8pm, the time you usually get here, and yet after checking the entirty of the lair, asking around frantically if his brothers, even Splinter has seen you.
after figuring out, no, you were not there he sprints back to his room.
hes throwing on his gear, sheathing katana about to leave but halts right in his track after seeing you, confused eyes and face tilted upwards to meet his frantic gaze.
"Leo, whats wrong?"
bro drops his stuff, as the metal clatters to the floor as he reaches out to you.
your face is met with his hard plastron, heart hammering behind it.
" Y/N, i thought something happens to you, you weren't answering your texts or calls and-" he was cut off by your explanation.
"ooooooohhhhh. i'm sorry i made you worry. my phone hd died because my ( best friends name) wouldnt stop bothering me about this new hobbie they picked up."
the sigh he exhaled as he kissed the crown of your forehead seemed to trail all of that pent up anxiety with it.
"im just happy your here and safe my love."
-RAPH-
hes just working out, sweating up a storm, and thinking about you.
finally, after what felt like an hour, he finished his final rep on working out his fabulous biceps.
walking over to the bench you would always sit, he picked up his towl and whipping is face and neck in one fowl swoop.
speaking of you, weren't you meant to be here by now? you were almost always around when he was working out, even when you were running a bit late from work.
he picks up his phone, looking almost microscopic in his hands, even though it was modified just specifically for his large hands.
8pm. your (place of work) closed an hour ago.
even if you were taking the bus or metro its not that far.
did you walk? he doesn't take you to be stupid, especially with the crime wave wit gangs that have been happening recently.
then he remembers vividly the argument you two had last week; when he had been following you home and asking Donnie to check your location constantly. how you told him rather angerly that you could take care of yourself and how he scoffed.
you wouldn't put yourself in harms way just to prove him wrong would you?
that temper h was so famous for began to bubble in his chest, but an even greater feeling beat it. Fear and guilt.
as he explored the lair, in persute of trying to find you in your most frequent of locations he began thinking.
if you gut hurt out there, it would be all his fault.
looking in the kitchen and the moving his gaze to the dinning room.
the idea of you being hurt made him cringe as those feelings swelled and filled him. the pure grotesque imaginary of you trying to defend yourself from someone twice your size and being hurt in disgusting and morbid ways. maybe even being worse than just hurt.
his tooth pick snapped in half. he looked down at its broken pieces.
chucking them to the trash, not even checking if they made it he makes a dash to his room, heavy footsteps thudding as he went.
he stopped at seeing you placed on his bed plugging your phone into the charging port on his desk.
"oh hey raph," you say to him not looking up.
he runs over to you and smashes his rough lips on yours as your eyes widden in surprise. it was a hot minute before he let go.
"what was that for?" you asked breathless.
" it thought something happend to ya tiger."
you giggle, quirking a brow" i'm fine! Vern and i were talking about some business deals, and so he drove me home after work cause my stinking phone died."
next second Vern passes by the door asking whoever was in the hall where the remote went.
raph kisses you once more " love ya babe."
you give him a slight punch to the arm "love you too big red."
-DONNIE-
working in the lab as per usual, didn't actually realize what time it was till he looked over at the clock. 10:30pm.
his brows furrow, as he looked around for your presence, the couch he set up in the corner didn't seem to have you on it, just an immense amount of blankets and pillows on every surface.
he grabs his phone and texts you. no answer. he assumes your somewhere you cant text or maybe your notifications are off so he calls. again, no answer.
he told himself he would only track you in case of emergency but at this point his mind was panicking.
its so late where could she be? hes running through possible locations as he pulls up your phones GPS log. but theirs nothing showing. a slow chill runs down his spine, under his shell and through his whole body as he realizes your completely off the grids.
he checks the lair but you're nowhere to be found.
fully panicked he begins hunting for his gear and boa in his lab. it causing such a racket you wake up from your nap, as you move the blanket off your head.
"Donnie? what are you doing?" you ask sleepily rubbing under your tired eyes.
he does a full 360 turn, coming to look down at you buried fully under all the blankets. turns out you didn't add to your collection. you were the collection!
" Daring! you scared me, i thought you were still out. because you weren't answering any of my calls" he says rushing over to you an smoothing out your hair as he sat down.
you rolled your eyes at the tall dork.
" Donnie, i told you i was here when i walked in like three hours ago. my phone died and has been charging for that entire time." you finish with a wave of your hand to the desk right next to you, filled wit books, mugs ,and sure enough your phone fully off, on the charger right there.
you giggle at his face "oh." was all he could make out as you burst out laughing, kissing him on the cheek.
"your so goofy."
-MIKEY-
lazily twirling a nunchuck in one hand while reading an old comic book in the other. mikes latest trick was the ability to flip pages with his nunchucks and by gods was he ecstatic to show it to you when you got here.
he looked over at the alarm clock you got for him, an orange one with black and green stripes. it read out 8:45.
his brows furrowed and his smile drooped as his nun chucks expertly came to a halt in his grasp.
picking up his phone he texted you in the most serious manner he could, beginning to worry. it was just simply asking you where you were and when you would be down. a few minutes go by and nothing happens, you don't even read it. so he sends a few more and waits for a reply. again no answer.
he dials your number frantically, and yet after calling twice threes still no response.
refusing to let his mind wander to anywhere dark, he thinks maybe your just here?
sitting up he looked around and called out for you.
"Y/N? you here angel cakes?"
there was no answer from anyone, that was until Leonardo entered his room.
"they're not in here with you?" he asked confused. Mikey shook hsi head no, his eyes wide and panicked as he jumped up, abandoning his newfound talent.
" i thought she was out there?" she should have been her an hour ago dude!" leo nodded to his younger brother who started throwing his gear on.
"did you call her?"
"Yes dude!" he said picking up his second nunchuck from up off the floor. "i called and texted her, and she didnt respond at all!"
leo accnowleged this new information with another nod" ill go see if donnie can track her phone."
"i cant see to find her guys." Donnie states anxiously turing around to face the entire inhabitant of the lair, including Splinter whom sits in the corner silently stroking his beard.
"shes completely off the grid." everyone murmurs and turns to Leo for the next move.
"gear up guys." he says un-sheathing his katana," lets go find Y/N."
as they were all just about to run out, fully geared up they here a small voice.
"guys? where are you going? if you leave now your pizza will get cold." they turn, almost all in unison to see you holding 5 extra large pizza boxes smiling up at them.
mikey is the first to move out of the four as he reaches down placing the pizza on the nearest surface and swooping you up into a bear hug.
" BABE! OH MY GOD! we thought something happens to you and we were about to go try to find you!" you looked at him confused." what do you mean thought something append to me?"
Donnie stepped forwards, explaining how they couldn't contact you or track where your phone was.
" yea i was playing games on my phone while waiting for pizza, and it died cause it took forever."
" oh thank god your safe," mikey sighed ourt swaying back and forth.
" y/N, please tell us if your phone is going to die soon so late at night." Leonardo states heading in the direction of his room." it will save a lot unnecessary stress if we know your not hurt."
( photo of all of the turtles after realizing your not dead)
okay thats all! hope you enjoyed. now, remember to drink plenty of water, eat bot body and soul nourishing foods and get plenty of sleep. ta ta lovleys!
:)
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Crush Too Much - Part 17
RotTMNT Donatello x GN!Reader
Warnings: Longing, Angst, Fluff, Embarrassment, Overbearing Siblings, Aged-up Turtles
Synopsis: So you met a customer three times at work and that made a pretty big impression on you? That’s nothing to necessarily get worked up over, but when you’re all prepared to ask for his number the next time you see him and his brother gets involved instead, you might be in for something more than you bargained for.
FIRST 💜 PREVIOUS
“Ahem, my apologies for the delay. I’m sure you’re all curious why I’ve gathered you here today.”
Maneuvering around the couch with his nose buried into his notes, Donatello took a commanding spot in front of the projector. Tossing his head back and adjusting his neck, he prepared to launch into his annoucement when he noticed his family had not taken notice of his appearance.
“And that’s when Mrs. Sidorov’s cat was saved from where he got stuck in the drain pipe!” April had her phone held up high.
“Graham Cracker was really ok?” Raph sniffled as he poured himself over the back of the couch to get a better look.
“Yup! You know, some of my coworkers hate doing puff pieces, but when you’re a field reporter it’s kinda a nice reprieve from all the typical crazy.” From her crook sofa seat, April turned her head and softened at the tears in Raph’s eyes. “Aw, Raph! He's ok! Look, I got another one of him with Mrs. S.”
“Graham Cracker is a terrible name for the cat.” Leo shook his head from where he was taking up a third of the couch.
“No way! Food names are the best pet names!” Mikey waved a hand from where he was twisted with his legs hanging over the armrest in the final sofa position.
“You’re too far away to make that judgment and I didn’t say that.” Leo leaned over his little brother’s head. “It’s a gray cat.”
“Then-” Mikey started and stopped, squinting. “Not brown or tan or even tortoiseshell?”
“Ahem.”
“When you’re right, you’re right. The cat’s gray.” April spoke matter-of-factly.
“You guys don’t get it! Graham Cracker is perfect just the way he is.” Raph huffed, kneeling down so his chin rested on the back of the couch.
“Cough, cough!”
“More like purr-fect!” Leo chuckled, reaching around to pat his older brother on the head.
Donatello slammed a hand against the projector screen which wobbled against the wall.
Leo turned his attention languidly. "Finally, do you know how long we’ve been waiting?”
“Do you-!?” Donnie hissed before catching himself. He took a deep breath and released it while flicking his hands to rid himself of the irritation. “As I said before, I’m sure you’re all curious why I summoned you!”
“Actually I was wondering why we’re having a family meeting without dad…” Raph tipped his head from amongst the couch cushions.
“Oh yeah! Where is he anyway?” Mikey wiggled around until his head was butted up against Leo’s thigh.
Donatello thread his fingers and pointed two of them out. "I have distracted our esteemed father with an HD cut of his favorite shows and this isn’t necessarily a family meeting, if you-”
“Wouldn’t he be in here if he was watching his shows?” April leaned forward and motioned to the recliner.
“Raph, dare you to go sit in it!” From where his arm was still slung over the back of the couch, Leo poked his older brother.
“Dad’s chair!?” Raph slunk back further behind the couch.
Mikey snickered. “Maybe by thirty you’ll be brave enough!”
“If it’s so….” Raph’s head popped back up along with an accusatory finger. “Such not a big deal then why don’t you go sit in it!?”
All three members of the couch clammed up.
“I-I’m just so comfortable, I mean look at me!” Mikey cross his legs and gave an awkward smile.
Donatello slapped a hand to his forehead and dragged it down his face. “This was a terrible idea. You’re all dismissed.”
“Sweet!” Leo snapped to his feet until April caught his bandana tails.
“Where do you think you’re going?” She tugged down and he bent backwards at the movement. “I’m sure Donnie has something really important he needs to talk about if he called us all here. Isn't that right, Donnie?”
Frowning, Donatello sighed. “As much as it pains me to say so, yes.”
April kept hold until Leo reclaimed his seat.
With the group’s silence and attention finally garnered, the weight of what he was about to do began to sink in. Donatello cleared his throat and adjusted his posture nervously. The move caused several of his note cards to break free from their brethren and he waffled to pick them up. Crouched over a stray page, he pretended to look it over. “What I’m about to discuss with you is a delicate topic in regards to my person. I would…” He sneered slightly. “…appreciate it if you could exhibit, I don’t know, just an ounce of decorum, if that’s even possible.” He straightened and looked out at his family with a disarmed expression. “Surely I don’t need to remind you that you know me and that it wouldn’t come to this unless absolutely necessary.”
Seeing the display, everyone shifted. April and Leo's backs erected. With minimal trouble, Mikey spun around and tucked himself upright into the corner of the couch. Raph momentarily eyed the newly opened space, but decided not to crowd the furniture. Instead, the older sibling rounded the couch and plopped down cross legged in front of it.
Failing to reorganize his notes, Donatello dropped the arm clutching them to his side. “Though I’m not one to harp…”
Leo rolled his eyes and Raph sent an elbow back into his sibling’s leg.
“This is very very…. very difficult for me to do. That's three verys mind you.” Donatello got the comment out through gritted teeth.
“We’re here for you, Donnie.” April reassured.
“No jokes! Whatever you have to say, we’ll help however we can.” It was Mikey’s turn to snatch Leo’s tails. Leo gave a small yelp as he was tugged down until he was below his younger sibling’s gaze. “Right, Leo?”
Shrinking under Mikey’s intense glower, a brittle laugh escaped Leo’s throat. “Y-Yup! Whenever you’re ready, Don-tron!”
Mikey released his hold and Leo scooted closer to April who casually shoved him back into the center of the couch.
With his eyes glued to the floor, Donatello screwed his eyes shut. “It has recently come to my attention that I’m in love with Y/N.”
Raph was the first to move. The elder turtle sibling nearly bounced with excitement before clapping his hands over his mouth. From above him, April bit her lip and turned to Leo. Leo’s head lolled back and he threw his fists up in silent frustration. Mikey glowered at his sibling with such intensity that Leo brought them back down and mimed out an annoyed accusation at Donnie. Mikey’s cheeks puffed up with further displeasure.
Bringing his gaze up, Donatello saw his family all scramble to resume neutral positions. He huffed as his shoulders droop. “Go ahead less you all pop blood vessels.”
“FINALLY!” Leo groaned, collapsing over Raph’s form.
“What he means to say is, we’re glad you… finally figured it out?” April gave an awkward grin.
“Don’t listen to them, Donnie!” Raph cheered. “They don’t know what they’re talking about! I am so proud! My little bro's all grown up!” He then wiped a tear from his eye.
“No, I think I would know more than any of you!” Leo grumbled, pushing off of Raph’s back roughly though his sibling didn’t budge in the slightest. “If we’re gonna throw anyone under the bus at this point it should be Dr. Heartbreak over here.” Leo jut an thumb back at Mikey.
“I didn’t tell him it was love!” Mikey squeaked at the allegation. “Plus it was you two-" He pointed a finger of one hand at Leo and the other at Raph. “-who were trying to use my fashion show as some sneaky matchmaking op!”
Leo gave a loud fake gasp. “El yo acuso! I would never!”
“Don’t play cute! You knew about it too!” Raph was sweating bullets.
“But I wasn’t going to do it and I told you guys not to!” Mikey rose incrementally out if his seat.
“You invited Y/N to the after party! How is that not participation?” Leo tipped over with narrowed eyes.
“He has you there.” April gave a knowing nod.
Mikey babbled out a series of incoherent syllables before turning a watery eye to the center of the room. “Donnie, tell them! I didn’t invite Y/N cause of that. Tell them!”
Having brought attention back to the focus of the discussion, everyone clammed up.
“Better?” Donatello asked dryly.
Everyone gave a single tight nod.
“The love part isn’t the issue at hand.” Shifting his weight from one leg to the other, Donatello cast his gaze down. “We have decided that we are going to be friends moving forward-”
“You confessed too?!” Leo scrambled forward so quickly that he hooked a spike on Raph’s shell and flipped over onto the floor. Now on his back, he gasped weakly.
“No, I did not.” Donatello responded, unperturbed.
Raph slide his hands under Leo’s shoulder and lifted him up. “Then how did ya come to that conclusion?”
“We finally discussed what we should be.”
“Isn’t it kinda hard to come to that conclusion when they don’t know the whole story?” April asked.
“They know enough.” Donatello swept his flat gaze to April.
“But you love them?” Mikey jumped in.
"What difference does it make if I do?” Donatello winced and broke eye contact again. Feeling vulnerable, he wrapped his arms around himself.
The others exchanged looks.
“So, you brought us here to…?” Leo wheezed, shaking off a few lingering glares.
“Cutting Y/N out of my life again is out of the question. I agreed to the friendship terms. I need to rid myself of this accursed affection if I am to move forward. I already know the ins and outs of the neurobiology of love and unfortunately used it incorrectly-” Donatello grimaced. “-to talk myself out of my feelings before. I don’t… I don’t think I can handle discussing my misdeeds right now, so let’s just focus on the matter at hand.”
There was another heated exchanging of looks.
Getting to her feet and crossing the room, April placed a careful hand to one of Donatello’s arms. “Oh, Donnie… How long have you known?”
“Which part?” He kept his gaze away.
“That you were in love.”
“Since the after party.”
Mikey counted out on his fingers. “That’s… Nine? Days… I think?”
Donatello nodded.
Finally recovering from knocking the wind out of his own lungs, Leo was the next to approach his sibling. “And when did you and Y/N come to the whole friendship decision?”
“Three days ago.” Donatello stiffened at the approach causing him to inadvertently leave April’s touch.
“Wait, you saw Y/N Friday?” As the timeline manifested in Raph’s mind, he also got to his feet.
“Yes! I needed help with my plants!” Feeling encroached by his siblings, Donatello took a few wary steps back.
“Hey, it’s ok.” April brought her hands up and moved closer to Leo. “We’re not interrogating you. Remember we didn’t know about this-” She thrust an elbow into Leo’s side when a chuckle started to escape him. “We’re just trying to get the whole picture.”
“Give me the whole picture on why everyone keeps hitting me.” Leo grumbled and retreated to the safety of the couch.
“I’m glad you’ve brought that up.” Donatello tipped his head down and reached behind his back.
April, being the closest, stiffened.
“Because I’ve prepared and in depth presentation to express that very thing!” With a swing of his limbs, Donatello turned on the projector which blinked open to show an active PowerPoint presentation.
“Oy vey!” Leo crumpled into the couch and tossed an arm over his eyes.
“As you can see here-” Donnie’s goggles came down and he positioned himself to the right of the screen. “We need to make sure everyone is on the same page. So let us start back at the beginning…” The slide turned over and a photograph of a store front appeared. “… at Lou, Mike, Tony, Tony's Pizza!”
April dragged herself to the couch in a similar that manner Leo had. Donatello began to drone on about the first time he met you. Raph, who was still standing, glanced between the presentation and his family.
“Data calms him down.” Mikey whispered, seeing Raph’s nerves. “He needs this.”
The older sibling nodded and took his earlier seat. With a furrowed brow, he squirmed until he was half facing the presenter while still able to see his family. Raph then mimicked Mikey’s tone. “This ain’t right. What are we gonna do, guys?”
“Which brings me to our first fated meeting: Jet Fuel Coffee Cart!” Donatello continued on obliviously, having now deployed a pointed extension on his tech-bō to direct attention on the screen.
“Oh, no, no, no.” Leo griped, his voice dipping to the same level. “I’ve done enough. I’m fine with the no meddling rule.”
“I’m pretty sure it was you who started the ‘keep Y/N around after the fashion show’ thingy.” Raph turned a dead stare to Leo.
“You say it was me, I say it was a group effort.” Leo shrugged with a smirk.
“Not this again.” Mikey slumped his shoulders. “No more blame. Are we seriously gonna help Donnie move on?”
Leo’s smile waned.
“New Jersey, enemy to not only to the casual New Yorker, but to Dream Vans the world over!”
“You would know best.” Raph eyed the middle sibling. “Does Y/N still love him?”
Leo twisted in his seat and gave a strained expression. “Nope! Nuh-uh! Not going there! I’ve kept my distance since throwing them a break-up party.”
Mikey cocked a curious brow.
“Don’t worry about it.” Leo waved the matter off without passing a glance at his younger sibling. He folded his arms until the persistent stares of his brothers wore him down. “Ok, fine! They were head over heels for Mr. Smarty Pants forever, but I honestly don’t know how they currently feel. I mean would you blame them if they moved on? It’s not like it was specifically anyone’s fault, bad timing let’s say, but let’s also say I have totally lost count of the number of wrongs Don’s committed. It’s basically criminal, but sorry, what was my point again?” Leo brought fluttering eyelashes to Mikey who pouted in return.
“It means we don’t know how Y/N feels. No matter how wrong we think it is, we can’t plan anything if they’ve moved on!” Raph frowned and gave a little dejected huff.
“We all saw how they were when they danced together.” Mikey murmured after a few moments of saddened silence passed.
Leo clicked his tongue.
“And while I’m not proud of what I did, I will say almost destroying Leo did have a certain level of satisfaction to it!”
“When you put it like that…” Raph hummed with mild frustration. “No, it doesn’t matter. We have to know for sure.”
“April.” Mikey leaned forward to look beyond Leo. The others followed suit. “You’ve been quiet.”
“I’m listening to both of you.” She pointed to Donnie, who was still passionately giving his presentation, and then twisted her wrist back to the brothers. “But I’ve also been thinking about something Donnie said.”
“Which part?” Mikey twisted his head and squinted at the projection in hopes of catching up.
“The part about New Jersey?” Leo croaked to himself.
“He said something about not being able to talk about his misdeeds.” April confirmed, bringing her furrowed brow up. “What do you think he meant by that specifically?”
“He’s got a ton of guilt.” Leo shrugged.
All heads swiveled to the middle brother.
“What?” Leo glanced around the group.
“What do you mean? I thought we went through the grieving process with him?” Mikey asked, dejection in his voice.
“We did.” Leo continued to look for a shred of understanding among his family.
“Then from what he thinks ge did wrong?” Raph looked to April.
“Leo, you’re gonna need to expand on that.” April pushed her hands together and then apart in demonstration.
Rolling his eyes, Leo leaned back into the couch. “Look at it this way, he’s had nine days to totally over think this whole thing. We may have helped him process his heartbreak, but if he’s saying this now then he must not have realized his was suffering was cause he was in love until then. Meaning, depending on how long he’s been in love, he’s probably been tearing himself up realizing all the missed opportunities while also being pretty dang aware of how that must have felt for Y/N.”
“You all became pretty prominent at this point, but only Mikey was present the day of the third fated meeting…”
April pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh, Donnie…”
“Then three days ago…?” A spark of understanding shined in Mikey’s eyes.
“I’m gonna bet he invited them over because he wanted to see them and this and that happened before some dramatic tension popping moment where Y/N finally needed to undo the whole, terribly named, 'un-duo' situation. Donald thinking he’d already quacked up the whole thing, probably rolled right over for friendship.” Leo pressed his lips together in a tight line.
“He’s gotta confess.” April decided, determination setting into her features.
“W-wait, what about Y/N’s feelings?” Raph brought his hands up anxiously.
“That’s what you took away from what I said?” Leo turned a arched brow at April.
“I know.” She turned, her lips tight. “It seems insensitive, but think, if they really are over him then this is their chance to formally reject him and hopefully both of them can actually move on. Maybe it’s just me, but if I was chasing some dummy around, even if I had gotten over them, I’d at least want to know if they actually had liked me the whole time! It would make me not always wonder if I was crazy. Plus, and again, might just be me, but these two have fate stink all over them. They basically can’t get away from each other. That’s gotta mean something.”
Raph’s eyes were watering and he brought a knuckle up to scrub at them. “True love always gets to me…”
Mikey gave a soft look to Raph before glancing at the screen. “He’s almost caught up!” Crossing his legs, he took his meditation stance. “What’s the plan?”
The group glanced at Leo who tried unsuccessfully to ignore the attention. “Please stop making me do this.”
“Just don’t be a jerk about it this time!” April slapped his shoulder.
“I’ll give you hints and nothing else!” Leo griped, rubbing the appendage. “What does this whole thing feel like?” With an outstretched hand, he twisted his wrist around the room.
“A family meeting, duh.” Raph responded blankly.
“What else?” Leo rolled his eyes.
“It’s kinda like a mixed up intervention since Donnie’s the one who’s having a ‘problem’ and wants it to stop, 'cept he called the meeting on himself…” Mikey mumbled with a creased brow.
April popped up with an idea. “Exactly! Let’s intervent this intervention!”
“Mhm!” Leo gave an approving hum.
“Huh wha-?” Mikey mouthed in confusion.
“Time for an April O’Neil recap!” She bounced and settled into her newscaster stance. “One. Donnie wants to make up for his mistakes.”
Raph brought up a single digit to count her down.
“Two. He wants to stop being in love so he can be a good friend!”
Mikey shook his head not at April, but the absurdity of the sentence’s content.
“Three. It’s not really tricking someone if they’re literally asking us for help.” She gave a wicked grin. “Good friends try to make up for mess ups, right Mr. Breakup Party?” She turned a knowing brow at Leo.
“There’s such a fine line between romance and friendship when you add a little feelings to the mix.” Leo winked.
“I don’t follow…” Raph stared at his three fingers in dismay.
April leaned over the couch to put a hand on the elder turtle sibling’s shoulder. “We’re gonna ‘help’ Donnie by 'recommending' he ‘make up’ for his mistakes to Y/N, but our 'suggestions' are gonna perfectly set the scene for him to confess.”
“That was a lot of air quotes…” Raph pursed his lips.
“Follow our lead!” Mikey sprung forward and grabbed the top of Raph’s head, pivoting it back to Donnie.
“And with that we are up to date!” Donatello turned to find his family facing him with smiles a little too wide. “Come on guys, I practiced to get the whole spiel under 5 minutes. Are your attention spans really that short?”
“Actually Donnie, I think we got it. We’re just a little, ya know, unsure of how to help.” April offered, shifting on her cushion.
“We are?” Raph looked up as if the ceiling could offer him an answer.
“First off!” The couch creaked under Mikey’s sudden jolt. “Why isn’t Cass here!? I mean, she’s the one of us that has a kid and all!”
“Future and present.” Leo chuckled.
“While she is also family…” Donatello swirled his hands, searching for the right choice of words. “Like dad, I wouldn’t say her idea romance is particularly synonymous with my own.”
April’s lips wrinkled. “That’s fair.”
“And…” Raph could feel the eyes on the back of his head as he began. “Just to make sure we’re on the same page…” The eyes all but bore into him.
“Go ahead.” Donatello urged.
“You gave this whole recap speech, but you need our help to get over Y/N?” The eyes seemed to let up and Raph resisted the urge to blot his brow.
“Unfortunately.” Donatello began and then feigned clearing his throat. “I’ve thoroughly researched the subject and though I appear to have cleared most of the steps. There has been abject failure on my part to actually move on which puts me at a loss.”
“But you didn’t cover those steps just now… did you?” Mikey asked, tapping a finger to his knee.
Lifting his goggles, Donatello narrowed his gaze at his youngest sibling.
Mikey puffed out his cheeks as wide as they would go.
“Hm, I suppose you were listening if you know that much.” Donatello turned and clicked the projector remote to the next slide which was blank. He then brought up his cuff and from it notes began to appear on the screen
With his back turned, the rest of the family squabbled in silence right up until the second Donatello turned around.
“Alright, here is a quick rundown which I will also explain.” Though he had addressed his family, Donatello’s voice hitched so he glanced back at the screen. “I’ve already been through the grieving process, a period of distance, and, as discussed, gone over the neurological components.”
“Woah, there, smart guy!” April called out, leaning forward. “There’s no actual time limit on those things. If you’re still struggling then you obviously didn’t go through the process enough.”
“No time limit, hm?” Donatello turned to stare at this notes.
Leo pulled on April’s sleeve violently. She, in turn, gently put her hand to his cheek before shoving it so far over that he bumped heads with Mikey.
“What I think-!” Leo began and all parties shot back to their respective spots as Donnie turned back around. “-April is forgetting is that you don’t really have the time to get over it, wouldn’t you say!?”
“Y-Yeah!” Mikey piqued. “You said you couldn’t cut Y/N out of your life!”
“Very true.” April bared a vicious grin which she slowly turned on Leo. “We can’t forget that, can we? But, we also can’t forget that letting someone move forward with a bad emotional basis is also gonna screw everything up!”
“I’m sensing something is up.” Raising a brow, Donatello waited for one of his family members to fess up.
Instead the four scrambled together as if they were posed for a yearly portrait.
“What makes you think that?”
“Us? Ha! Never!”
“We’re just here to help…! I think?”
“Why didn’t you use a theme on your presentation?”
All eyes pivoted instantly on Mikey.
“I didn’t want to overshadow the content.” Donatello took a single step forward. “A change in subject is a classic Mikey diversion tactic.”
“To be fair, it’s also just something he does when he’s distracted.” Leo shrugged his shoulders while both removing his arms from where they had snaked around April and Mikey.
“Out with it. Now.” Donatello took a few more steps until he was in the center of the room.
Everyone sent their gazes in different directions. Each with their own boiling point, Raph was the first to start sweating. He was then followed closely by Mikey, who began to bounce his leg. Leo twitched next, his hands shaking minutely. Finally, April, the strongest fortitude of the bunch, turned to look over her compatriots. She shook her head and stood to address Donnie in there stead.
“You got us.”
The other boys stiffened like boards.
“We just…” She gave them all another look, this time telegraphing reassurance. They relaxed slightly, but glanced at each other curiously. “We think you’re going about this the wrong way, D.”
Donatello’s shoulders rose at the claim.
“Being in love is something you should enjoy, not something you should toss aside like a used tissue. Seriously, you said it was nine days, right? And where has that got you? You’ve been miserable for most of it, huh?”
Startling at her question, Donatello looked away. “Not, all of it…”
“When you were together?” She responded with a dry knowing tone.
“But that’s-”
“Inappropriate? Wrong? Not cool? Yeah, it can be, but if you think past all your overthinking, did they ever seen uncomfortable?” April put her hands on her hips.
Lowering his head, Donnie reviewed the footage. “Only when we discussed our status.” Bringing his gaze back up, he remembered something else. “Especially when I mentioned properly apologizing.”
“Speaking of, and let’s table the love bit for just a moment. That seems like a sore subject all around.” April closed the gap between her and Donnie in a few steps.
“I need to do it right.” He responded, eyeing her warily.
“Now, this is just a guess, but it seems like that’s more of a pressing issue for you, hm?”
“I consider the two connected, but not intertwined.”
“Ok, stay with me here, but we all know the scientific lengths you’ve gone to excuse your feelings…”
Donatello’s guard went up instantly.
April shushed him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Here’s something that might not have popped up because it’s more of a ‘you gotta know’ kinda thing, but that crazy passionate love tends to burn brighter when there are obstacles.”
“I understand you’re going for some sort of long point here, but I’ll need you to elaborate on that part.”
“Ok…” She looked to the side and curled her bottom lip up into the corner of her mouth. “So, in a regular relationship there’s all these butterflies and giggles when it’s new and thrilling, yeah?”
“I suppose.” Donnie shrugged.
“This is exactly why you need some normalized love experience.” April gave him a dead eyed stare before shaking it off to regain her composure. “Anyway, when love is thwarted the like lifespan of infatuation is extended! Basically, because it’s not working out is why you can’t move on.”
“Uh huh…?” Donnie leaned away from the touch unconvinced.
“Nope!” Twisting her hand, April snatched his bicep and dug her fingers into his muscle.
“Ow! What are you-!?”
“Bringing the point home!” She shouted before leaning back and using her grip on Donnie to toss him towards the sofa. He stumbled the first few feet and then collided with the cushions. “Get him situated, guys!”
Raph stood on command and picked up his brother to seat him correctly. Leo pretended to dust off Donnie’s shoulders and Mikey stood only to take a seat on the opposite side of the couch next to his Donnie.
“Alright, fools! Listen up! Donnie!” April turned her still outstretched arm into a direct point.
“Yeah?” Donatello paled, at a complete loss.
“I propose that you haven’t been able to get over your love because you’re the obstacle getting in its way! Because you’ve been stumbling around with your feelings, they’ve never been given a chance to breathe or chill! That is compounded by this whole self-imposed apology thing you got going on. So, until you make it up to Y/N then you aren’t even gonna start to move on. Which brings me back to what me and the guys were trying to keep under wraps.”
Donnie blinked and slowly moved to look at each of his brothers individually. Mikey gave him a beaming smile. Leo shrugged with a lazy smirk. Raph passed a sheepish grin between his twiddling fingers. Still stunned, Donnie swept the same owlish gaze back to April.
“The proposition is simple: go have fun with Y/N with some activities we cooked up to make it up to them. In doing so, you’ll get to associate your love with some good vibes and then you’ll be naturally ready to let go. If you’re keeping track, that’s an April O’Neil three-for-one special, you’re welcome!” She then ended her presentation with a sharp snap and a pointed wink.
There was silence for a moment before Mikey started a slow clap. Leo and Raph joined in and kept going until Donnie joined them.
As it tapered off, Donnie leaned forward and stared at the tingling hands in his lap. “Do you really think that will work? I need you all to be honest. I need…” He closed his eyes and winced at the minor headache coming on. “I can’t mess this up.”
“You won’t.” Mikey draped himself over Donnie. “You’ll just have to let that big brain of yours take a itsy bitsy break.”
“Do you even know me?” Donnie shook his head, his voice tight.
“Remember when you were on that dance floor?” Leo bumped shoulders with him. “Let yourself have something like that and it’s a shoo-in!”
“You know…” Raph started with a mumble before he regained his voice. “After you and Leo fought, when I walked Y/N home, we talked just a little bit. I knew how much they cared about you and I wanted to say something like ‘because you guys care about each other it’ll all work out,’ but they kinda took the words out of my mouth. I think… No, I know they just want to keep sharing those happy times with you. That’s probably why they keep coming back for more.” Raph feigned slugging Donnie’s shin. “Even though we’re family and there's a bias, I feel the same kinda way. When we have bad moments, it doesn’t negate the good ones. It doesn’t mean it has to keep being bad. You keep making good memories to chase all the bad ones away.” Raph paused and looked to Donnie with renewed determination. “Rather than being sad about not knowing something, what matters more is how you react when you discover it.”
Silence followed for a moment and Raph stared into Donnie’s rapidly watering eyes until Mikey sniffled. He then turned to find his youngest sibling outright sobbing.
“Ya big galoot!” Leo cried, launching himself at Raph. “Not a dry eye in the house! Where have you been hiding all that wisdom?!”
“Seriously, I thought I had it in the bag and you totally one-uped me!” April used her sleeve to dry her eyes.
“You all, just don’t listen enough. Raph’s got tons of good wisdom to drop!” The elder turtle sibling twisted between eating up the praise and bowing his head with humility.
“Fine.” Donnie swallowed hard, blinking away any errant moisture that threatened to fall. “I’m convinced. What did you all have in mind?”
“Let’s round table our ideas.” April walked over and leaned against the armrest nearest Mikey. “Mine’s gotta be last, who’s going first?”
“More wisdom!” Mikey hiccupped in a cheer.
“That means you, big guy!” Leo confirmed, giving Raph a final pat before reclaiming his spot on the couch.
“M-me?” Raph spun around to face his family. “We were… pitching what again exactly?”
“Su-wing and a’miss!” Leo chuckled, sinking deeper into the cushions.
“Activity ideas for Donnie to make it up to Y/N, remember Raph?” April widened her eyes at him in an attempt to jog his memory.
Raph tilted his head at her before turning his still confused gaze to Donnie. “A gift is always good, right?”
April slapped a hand to her forehead while Mikey patted her shoulder.
Passing only a glance to the pair on his right, Donnie turned his attention to Raph on his left. “I depends on the content.”
“A gift that says ‘I’m sorry.’” Raph hummed with closed eyes. “No.”
Donnie raised a curious brow.
“A gift that says ‘I’m sorry’ from Donnie! That’s totally different!” Raph perked up and leaned forward. “You’re a big ‘make a gift’ kinda guy and your techy gizmos are… mostly fine, but getting something against character would really show how sorry you were!”
“How does pouring hours and hours into a technological wonder not show dedication?” Donnie scoffed.
“’Cause it’s too big! It’s gotta be something small, off the cuff kinda.” Raph brought an arched finger up to his lips. “You gotta win it.”
“Win it?” Donnie’s head jutted back at the unexpected note.
“Yeah! Bring ‘em to the boardwalk and win 'em a prize! It’s perfect! It’s out of character so it’ll be an awesome surprise and it’s something they can look back on and go ‘that’s the cute thing Donnie got me, oh wow!’” Raph put on a voice and brought his clenched hands up to his cheek with faux fluttering lashes.
“Y/N sounds nothing like that.” Donnie retorted with a sneer.
“Oh, and it’s gotta be something soft and huggable!” A huge grin spread across Raph’s face.
“Shall I win one for you too?” Donnie mocked Raph’s earlier fist to cheek move.
“I mean… if you wouldn’t mind and maybe saw one that would go with my style…” Raph squirmed in place to temper his excitement.
“We’ll see.” Donnie gave his elder brother a little kick before looking at the siblings on either side of him. “Who’s next?”
“Since Aps got last, I’ll go second to last! Keep ‘em guessing! That means Mike’s up to bat!” Leo waved Donnie’s gaze to the other side of the couch.
“Heh, heh, heh.” Mikey faked a nefarious chuckle with an L-shaped crook of his finger and thumb framing his chin. “You’re in luck because I have just the idea.”
“Skeptical, but go ahead.” Donnie waited with an even stare.
“Kinda like what Raph was saying about out of character, you really wanna show how sorry you are? Then you gotta show that tender belly!” Mikey leaned forward and poked Donnie’s plastron around where his stomach would be.
“I dislike where this is going…”
“Geology.” Mikey turned a wicked smile up to his brother.
Donnie balked.
“You gotta take ‘em to the Hall of Gems and Minerals! If they know anything about you, they’ll know that’s a big deal!” Mikey grabbed Donnie’s arm and shook him.
Swaying back and forth, Donnie groaned. “But it’s the worst type of science! The only boring kind!”
“Exactly!” Mikey snickered.
“I hate all of this.” Donnie slumped.
“Apologies aren’t supposed to be easy!” April mused.
“Ugh, you know it’s bad when I’m almost looking forward to Leo’s terrible ideas.” Donnie swung his head to look at said brother.
“Pfft, you don’t know what you’re talking about!” Leo used the springs in the couch to bounce up and land on his knees with blossoming enthusiasm. “Alright, picture this!” He thread an arm around Donnie’s neck and pulled his brother until their cheeks slammed together. “You totally crush them!”
“When was the last time we had you tested!?” Donnie hissed, trying to wedge his hands between their faces to free himself.
“About five years ago!” Leo’s grip tightened. “Pay attention! We’re talking ice skating! Is the rink open yet? Oh, whatever use Case’s rink! Ping pong! Rock climbing! Axe throwing! Whatever and you try to give them a total beat down.”
“Uh, Leo I don’t think that’s quite what we’re going for…” Mikey worried, his hands out.
“You’re deranged!” Donnie flailed and managed to only partially get his head free which instead locked Leo’s arm around the middle of his face, silencing him.
“You all aren’t thinking of it in Donnie terms though! He’s terrible at sports! He’s gotta go all out, get fully cocky, and then crash and burn spectacularly!” Stars shone in Leo’s eyes and his free arm reached out to some imagined movie screen. "It’ll crack Y/N right up, they’ll end up winning no matter what, and also have the lovely satisfaction of knowing that you went all out and they still beat a ninja!” With his spiel done, Leo released his brother.
Donnie wheezed and gasped for breath while clawing over his body to rid himself of his brother.
“That might actually work.” Raph nodded with an amused upturn to the corner of his lips.
“Can we play ping pong after this?” Mikey ruminated.
Regaining enough oxygen to speak, Donnie shot Leo a seething glare before turning to April weakly. “Please tell me your big finale is better than any of this detritus.”
“Yup.” She closed her eyes and gave a single tight nod. “I’ve got it in the bag!”
Donnie gave a wave of his wrist for her to go ahead.
“A walk in Central Park.”
The four brothers all tilted their heads in sync.
“That’s it?” Leo whined, throwing his arms out. “You stole what could have been my sweet finish for that!”
“It’s a guarantee” April shrugged as if there were no contest.
“In comparison it does seem rather tame…” Donnie rubbed the back of his head, still sore from the headlock.
“I don’t know, it sounds nice.” Mikey shifted, looking between parties.
“Just trust me.” April stood and followed Mikey’s gaze. “Nah, you know what? Trust all of us. You gotta do each one of our suggestions to the fullest and only then will you totally make it up to Y/N!”
“All of…” Donnie mouthed and glanced around is dismay. “Can’t I put my own spin on each?”
“Nope!” April took a single step forward to put her foot down. “Ex-act-ly what we said! You wanna ‘do it right,’ right?”
“I do.” Donnie replied bitterly.
“And you came to us because you need help, right?”
“That is… correct.” Donnie struggled through the confirmation with disdain.
“Because, your way isn’t working?” April bent over at the hips to get to eye level.
At first Donnie resisted the gaze, but eventually crumbled to return it. “It was not.”
“Then give our way a chance. You might be surprised with the results.”
“I…” He broke eye contact to look around. “Think I’d like to lie down and think this all through.” Donnie drooped as he allowed the weariness to show on his features.
“Of course.” April bobbed and took a step to the side, allowing him a clean exit.
Everyone watched as Donnie draggd himself from the couch and kept the slouched posture and he headed for the exit. He paused just before hitting its threshold and spoke without turning. “Thank you all. It… means a lot.” He then continued his trek without waiting for a response.
Quiet settled in for a moment until April shifted her weight from one foot to the other and gave a resounding thumbs up.
Leo leaned forward and fist bumped it with a thumbs up of his own. “Nice save. Respect.”
“Did we do it?” Raph wondered, a nervous edge to his voice. “Didn’t you say there’s a chance he’ll get over it?”
“There is always that chance.” April turned and gave a soft smile to the elder brother. “We set it up the best we could and now it’s up to Donnie.”
“We were never gonna force him.” Mikey clarified.
“Oh, good then.” Raph nodded. “I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to handle it if they don’t end up together though!”
“Same, but because it’ll mean I went through all that pain for nothing!” Leo whooped in feigned pain and collapsed across the couch with his head falling into Mikey’s lap.
“In comparison to what you caused…” April leaned over him with a cocked brow.
Leo chuckled nervously.
“Yeah… I got a good feeling about this time.” Mikey turned a smile to where Donnie had departed.
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