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marlynnofmany · 7 months

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An Impressive Number of Arms

“Hello!” I said, holding up the clear travel crate. “Here are your small hopping animals!” I really wanted to say frogs, but they weren’t from Earth, and neither were the people I was handing them off to.

“Excellent,” said the one-armed alien. She stood more solidly on that single leg than I ever would, regarding me with one large eye. It was weird to see her mouth instead of a breathing mask. The air on her ship was unbearably damp by my standards, and I couldn’t wait to get back on the shuttle.

The other Solo spoke up from behind her, a greenish-blue to her purple-blue. “Do you have the crawling animals too?”

“Yes, sorry,” I said. “Mur is bringing those.” I called back into the open hatch of the shuttle, “Need a hand, Mur?”

“Just double-checking the seal,” my coworker called back. “And why would I need a hand when I have tentacles? Absurd human phrasing.”

I turned back to the clients, setting the crate on a table. “He’ll be right out.”

Before I could get the payment tablet or strike up some small talk, an authority figure walked into the docking bay. Well, hopped. But she made it look regal. And the other two immediately folded in half to bow. I did the same briefly, hoping it was the right amount of deference.

“Are the creatures lively?” she demanded.

“Oh yes,” I said, waving a hand at the crate while keeping my other arm at my side. It wouldn’t do to emphasize my abundance of limbs.

The boss turned her one eye on the purple underling. “Open the lid and check.”

I blurted out, “It’s clear. You can see them.”

That just earned me a glare. “False sides can be faked.”

Yeah, okay. Guess we’re doing this. I shrugged, hoping it looked polite, and stepped back for the purple one to unfasten all the safety catches. Maybe the frogs will behave themselves.

Of course they didn’t. The first one leapt right at my face, and I caught it in midair. Others were springing everywhere with excited little peeps. The purple one shut the lid hastily, but it was much too late.

“Hm. Good,” the boss said. She turned on her heel and bounded toward the door. “Make sure you clean up thoroughly.”

I’d like to say I was flabbergasted at that, but I’d been working with people of one sort or another for long enough to know better. The customer is often an idiot, and you’re obliged to pretend they’re not.

“I got one!” said the green guy. “Open the lid again!”

“The others will get out!” objected the purple one, trying to slap her hand over another tiny frog-thing.

“Who designed this crate?” the green one lamented.

“Here, I can do it,” I said. “I’ve had practice.” The frog I’d caught was small enough to hold in one hand without worrying that I’d squish it, so my other was free to slide the lid back an inch, covering the rest of the opening with my forearm. I dumped the frog in and closed it, then held my hands out for the next one.

The Solos were grateful. We did our best to catch the many little beasties that were spreading across the docking bay. I caught twice as many as they did, and put them all back one at a time.

The green guy shook his head. “That two-armed advantage,” he grumbled.

“We appreciate your help,” said the purple one, giving him a sharp look.

“No problem,” I said. “I’m happy to put my arms to use.” It was only showing off a little to catch two different frogs at once. “I think we’ve got most of them, just missing the ones that have gone into hiding.”

“Hiding inside our shuttle?” asked Mur’s voice.

I looked up to see him posing in the entrance with a frog wrapped in almost every tentacle. He towed the snail crate behind him on a glider pad. The seals looked fine.

I cocked a hip. “Nobody likes a show-off, Mur.”

His grin made him look like a cartoonishly proud squid.

The Solos fell over themselves thanking him. I put my two frogs away, then took his one at a time while the Solos peeked into corners and crevices in search of strays. Eventually they were all back in the crate, none the worse for all the excitement.

I didn’t know if they were destined to be food, royal pets, or something else, but they were healthy and accounted for on my watch, dagnabbit. I even got out the medical scanner to count how many were in the crate, because there was no way they’d hold still long enough to do it the old-fashioned way.

“Yes, that’s all of them!” I declared. The Solos looked visibly relieved. “Good job, team!”

“You’re welcome,” Mur said with false humility.

“Yeah yeah,” I said. “You and your more-arms-than-the-rest-of-us-combined. What took you so long to come out, anyway?”

“Oh, that.” Mur leaned in with a tentacle shielding his mouth from lip-reading on any cameras that might be in place. “Whoever made the snail crate did a bad job. The lid popped open in transit.”

“What?” I asked while the two Solos looked appropriately alarmed.

“Not to worry. I got them all.” He looked exceptionally smug, waving his tentacles gently.

I just shook my head and took out the payment tablet.

“Don’t tell the boss,” said the purple one as she took it. She had to set it on the table so she could use her single hand to tap in the information.

“Not a word,” I promised.

“I will only brag to trusted ears,” Mur said. With a glance at me, he added. “I think now is a fine time for a round of that card-flipping game that you lost so badly at last time. I’m on a roll.”

I pointed a finger at him while I accepted the tablet back with the other hand. “Oh, you are on. There’s no way I’m going to let you be this smug twice in one day.”

He grinned some more. I was pretty sure he was definitely going to be that smug again, but I’d give it my best shot. On the behalf of people with only two arms everywhere.

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

#my writing #The Token Human #humans are weird #and so are the aliens #haso #hfy #eiad #writeblr #aliens #science fiction

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saberghatz · 2 years

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Maybe There is a Beast, a Harringrove fic written by @harringroveheart, updated and IMMEDIATELY I LEAPT FOR MY TABLET TO DRAW ART FOR IT

It’s my favorite ST fic I’ve come across, it’s healing everything that canon stranger things broke in me. 10/10 recommend

#harringroveheart #harringrove #my art

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narrans · 25 days

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My Borrowed Son | 12 | Snow Day

Chapter Twelve | Snow Day

The alarm didn’t need to wake him up. He was already awake. Parker was up and dressed reading his papers for class later that day. They were reading some fun books from Mr. Tamplin including “The Magic Treehouse,” “Charlotte’s Web,” and “Fantastic Mr. Fox.” All of them seemed a bit easy if Parker was being honest with himself, but Mr. Tamplin was already ahead of the curve.

He had recommended a few books specifically for Parker that were technically “above his reading level,” but assured Parker that they were well within his level of comprehension. Books like “Eragon,” “The Maze Runner,” and “A Wrinkle in Time,” now filled Parker’s entire room.

His mom had picked out the books on a tablet she gifted to him with his first perfect report card and now Parker couldn’t get enough. For hours, he stared at the screen and flipped through page after page as he devoured the books.

It wasn’t just Mr. Tamplin who was investing in more advanced options for Parker. His science teacher, Ms. Raegan Ocha, had recommended some fascinating biology books as well as some documentaries for Parker to watch. His math class felt fundamental, so Mrs. Cora Doorman-Knowell, supplied additional assignments that now placed Parker at a 7th grade level.

The only one who didn’t seem willing to provide additional studying material was Ms. Kain, who seemed adamant that history was best taught in person and that he could learn with the rest of his classmates. Thankfully, Parker’s mom found a tutor who was willing to help give him some additional assignments.

It made things easier that he could study on his own and had his mother’s help when he needed it. He also had additional tutoring sessions because, as his mom said, she didn’t want him to feel limited and wanted to give him the tools he needed to succeed.

What made everything so great was that his mom never forced him to do the extra assignments. Everything he did was because he wanted to do it – and he loved it. Parker loved learning, and it was only helping him understand the world more. He didn’t find anything else about his condition, sadly, but that was okay. Perhaps, one day, he would learn enough to be a leading scientist to cure and discover more about his own condition.

So, as Parker finished his reading and logged onto his account, a message flashed on the screen that made his heart sink.

“School Closed: Snow Day”

Snow? Wait! It snowed!

Parker quickly leapt up from his desk and ran across the table toward his ladder that led up to the window. He hurried up one hand hold after the next until he stood on the ledge. His heart fluttered nervously as he pushed the curtain off to the side ever so slightly and slipped between the fabric and glass.

The moment he did, he saw it – a winter wonderland.

The snow was already a few inches deep and covered the windowsill as well as part of the yard outside. Big, fluffy snowflakes drifted from the light gray sky that Parker could have sworn was a big as him. He pressed his palms against the frosty glass and watched as his breath fog up the scene in front of him.

Parker loved the snow. As disappointed as he was that school was closed for the day, he was equally as excited to go outside and play in the snow.

He remembered the first time he saw snow. It was late in the day, and he had just finished dinner with his mom when she hurried to the kitchen all excited. She scooped him up and spoke quickly before pulling the curtains and holding him up to the window. His sporadic memory filled in the gaps of him getting dressed in a few extra blankets as his mom brought him outside.

Parker remembered the frigid air hitting him and the pinch of snow his mom gave him as she placed it in her palm with him. He was six or so years old if he remembered correctly.

Parker remembered grabbing one of the snowflakes in his fingers and staring at it in awe. Seeing something so small and so beautiful was mesmerizing. It made him feel, in a weird way, complete. Like things this small were supposed to exist – like he was supposed to be there.

It was a weird, momentary sensation and something Parker would remember for the rest of his life.

“Parker?”

Hearing his name made him jump out of his skin. With his heart pounding, Parker realized he had been drawn into memories long since passed.

“Yes, momma?” he called back as he stepped out from behind the curtain. He saw his mom come into the bedroom with a cup of hot chocolate and a much smaller cup for him. He hurried down the ladder and waved to his mom to let her know where he was. She was bundled up in her stay-at-home robe, meaning that she was working from home today.

“There you are sweetie. I was trying not to wake you, but it looks like you were already up for school,” said his mom. She handed him the small mug once he was settled at his desk. “Sorry. The school called this morning saying school was cancelled. I turned off the alarms, but it seems like you were already up.”

“Yeah, I had to know what happened in the next chapter of Eragon,” said Parker as he sniffled the hot chocolate in his mug. He played with the top of the marshmallow as it blipped beneath the chocolate, leaving little lines on its white surface.

“Oh? Is it a good book?” asked his mom. Parker knew she had already read through the book once before, but she refused to talk about it in fear of spoiling anything for her son. It was frustrating for Parker. It was knowledge she had but wasn’t sharing.

“It’s so good! I just got to the part where Saphira took Eragon away. He rode her, momma! He’s a dragon rider! But what’s going to happen to his uncle? He’s going to be okay, right?” asked Parker. His mom hid behind her mug and smiled.

“I don’t know. You’ll have to read about it and tell me,” she said. Parker’s bottom lip stuck out as his brow furrowed.

“I don’t like that you do that. If you know, you should just tell me. I don’t like you knowing and me not knowing,” mumbled Parker. In frustration, he took a big bite out of his marshmallow and stared at his mug.

Because he was looking down and away, Parker missed the sudden pained look in his mom’s eyes.

Amanda heard that statement and could only think about the biggest secret she had ever kept in her life. Guilt weighed on her mind and on her soul. She wanted to tell Parker everything, and yet she wanted to keep these secrets for the rest of her life.

She wanted to tell him about the fake “condition” she gave him to keep him safe.

She wanted to tell him how he came into her life.

She wanted to tell him about the research she had done about the small people fictions she had found all those years ago when she first found him.

And yet she didn’t at the same time.

In a flash, all of these thoughts, worries, and desires were gone, and she was once again Amanda Silverstein sitting there with her son, Parker, drinking hot chocolate on his very first snow day.

“Momma?” Parker’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. She cleared her throat and looked down at her son.

“Yes, sweetie?” she asked.

“Um… would it be okay if I go outside and play in the snow? And then call Billy and Bailey?” asked Parker. Parker’s mom smiled as she considered her son’s request.

“Of course,” she smiled. “Which do you want to do first?”

“Play! It’s still snowing outside,” cheered Parker as he hurried into his room and pulled out as many layers as he could. He intended to make some fun things to show his friends, and the sooner the better.

Amanda helped get Parker dressed and quickly dressed herself before checking outside and scooping up the miniscule child. The way Parker was dressed reminded her of the kid from “A Christmas Story” when he couldn’t put down his arms. Despite his appearance, however, Parker was still agile and flexible.

The layers he picked kept him maneuverable and warm at the same time. He had never liked feeling too restrained or unable to move freely. It was weird. He was never claustrophobic and, if he was being honest, he enjoyed small and tight spaces. It was the thought of being restrained and unable to move or get away that made him uncomfortable.

Just another odd sensation that crept up in him from time to time.

The sudden rush of cold air from the outside world drew his attention to the present and, within minutes, Parker was outside in the snow making snow angels with his momma.

There were several clear spaces by the house, but slightly in the neighbor’s yard, that were free of footsteps and debris that Parker started his work.

He started by making a daisy chain of snow angels, which his mom took pictures of. Next, he started making the biggest snowboy family he could muster. His mom helped from time to time, but she mostly helped by snapping twigs and finding eyes and noses for Parker’s creations. This, too, was picture worthy.

It wasn’t until Parker walked up to the tree and started climbing the bark and jumping into the snow that he noticed something odd.

Parker’s mom had stepped away for a moment because a client called her and needed some information. So, in the meantime, Parker decided to try and climb around the tree by grasping onto the bark and shimmying from one side to the next.

When Parker made it to the opposite side of the tree, he noticed something that made his hair stand on end. It was so odd that he actually dropped to the ground and rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands.

Footprints.

At least, he thought they looked like footprints.

They were right by the base of the tree and, upon further investigation, led into the roots.

Parker was absolutely taken aback. Shaking all over, he stepped forward and pressed his shoes into the snow and saw that the prints were a little bigger than his, but about the same proportionally.

But… how?

Did this belong to an animal? Or did this belong to someone like him? Was there someone else like him out here in the cold?

His mind began to race and made him feel nauseous. He needed to know more. Carefully, he stepped forward under the tree roots and glanced around. Like a detective, he began combing over the snow covered leaves and along the dirt. Something about the place felt secure to him, and that odd sensation of being watched crept over him again.

Parker whipped around and nearly leapt out of his skin to see his mom leaning over by the roots peering in at him. There was something completely unnerving about seeing a giant, looming eye over him.

Again, why?

This was his mom.

“Parker? What are you doing in there?” asked his mom. He began to sputter over his words as he clambered out of the roots.

“Momma! Momma! I… I think there’s someone else out here!” Parker proclaimed. His mom’s features stiffened as she glanced from Parker to the tree roots.

“Someone else? That’s not possible,” she said. Not possible? How could she say something like that?

“It’s true! Look! There are footprints. They look like mine!” urged Parker as he ran over and pointed to the spots he saw before. At second look, they were filled partially with snow, meaning they had probably been there for a while.

His mom’s eyes narrowed as she knelt further and evaluated the area. Her heart was racing a million miles a minute. Was there someone else small like Parker out here in the snow? Did they leave because they came outside to play? Or were they gone? What would happen if whoever left these footprints found Parker? Would they have the answers he was looking for? Or would something else have happened?

To Amanda, the moment lasted a lifetime. She tried to compose herself as she gazed down into her son’s eagerly awaiting eyes.

What could she tell him?

Was now the time to talk about the truth?

She tried to look calm and confident, but the intuitive child may have seen her flash of fear moments earlier.

To Parker, on the other hand, she seemed a bit quiet and tense and not nearly half as excited as he felt. This was possibly his chance to meet someone his size! Ask them questions about their condition and if they knew anything else that he didn’t know.

“Parker.” Just the way she said his name made Parker feel defeated. “I think these might’ve just belonged to a small critter like a mouse or rat. Maybe even a squirrel? I just don’t know who would be out in cold like this.”

“But… momma…”

Parker looked back at the footprints and, much like the episode of that science show his mom liked, “Bones,” there was that weird reasonable doubt in his mind. Maybe it did belong to something else. Also, his condition was an extremely rare one. What were the chances of someone like him being out in a place like this in a snowstorm?

It was probably just feeling.

Parker sighed and nodded.

“Maybe.”

“Good. Now, I think we’ve had enough fun in the snow. Let’s get inside and get warm; and maybe, just maybe, you and I can read some of that ‘Eragon’ book together. Would you like that?” asked Amanda.

“Yes, momma,” said Parker, feeling a bit defeated. He climbed back onto his mom’s hand and stared at the scene in front of him. The little snowboys. The little snow angels.

Everything was so little.

Parker sighed and pulled his legs into his chest as his mom carried the both of them back into the house. The entire trip back, he couldn’t help but think that his mom might have been keeping something from him. There was something in her eyes that just made her waver.

What was it?

And why?

Parker shrugged it off.

Perhaps, one day, he would ask her about it. Until then, he let himself feel excited that he and his momma were going to spend some time reading on this beautiful, snowy day.

…..

Too bad he didn’t look up into the branches high above….

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im-his-druidess · 1 year

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//SWEATING PROFUSELY// Perhaps a tiny blurb of plus sized!fem reader and Na'vi!Quaritch? Doesn't have to be nsfw! <3 MWUAH

😘

"I do not purr," Quaritch said gruffly, his voice nothing but a dangerous rumble that had shivers trailing up your spine, and you barely hid your smile at the irritated flick and swish of his tail.

You've been having this same conversation for what felt like hours now and you could tell that your lover's legendary patience was starting to fray.

"You absolutely purr. Sounds like a jet engine about to launch...it's kind of adorable," you teased and saw his massive shoulders tense.

His golden eyes snapped to you and narrowed into slits as he put his tablet down, finally giving you his full attention, and you fought the urge to preen. That had been your goal this entire time, after all. His pointed ears twitched before pinning back against his skull and his lips peeled off his fangs in a snarl.

Before you could blink you were flat on your back, bouncing against the mattress you had been perching on with a small 'oof' as you registered a large blue hand on your chest pinning you down, and then those sharp fangs and bright eyes were barely an inch away from your face. A fierce growl rumbling deep in his chest and you swore you could feel the vibrations rattling your bones. For a split second your heart leapt into your throat at the aggressive display, your human brain shooting out panicked signals at being so close to a predator, but then those wickedly sharp fangs were nibbling gently against your throat.

"You raggedy bitch," you gasped in shock before erupting into a fit of giggles, slapping at his broad shoulders in retaliation, and you could feel him grinning smugly against your skin.

"I am not adorable," was his only response before he traveled down to nuzzle against your stomach, biting through the thin material of your shirt so he can happily nibble on your squishy midsection, and his large hands curled around your push thighs as he settled closer to you.

You scratched at the nape of his neck and grinned at the responding flex and squeeze of his hands. Immediately the thought of a cat kneading into a fluffy blanket popped into your head, but you decided to keep that image to yourself.

"Of course not. You're my big bad warrior," you cooed and Quaritch grunted in agreement while burrowing his face even more against your tummy. His tail flicked anxiously before curling securely around your ankle and calf.

"You got that right, sweetheart."

#Miles Quaritch #Avatar The Way of Water #Stephen Lang #Miles Quaritch x Reader #Avatar #Stephen Lang x Reader #recom quaritch #na'vi quaritch #miles quaritch headcanons #Stephen Lang headcanons #Avatar The Way Of Water headcanons #the cryptid answers

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steve0discusses · 10 months

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Ep 45 Part 2: I, Again, Did Not Expect Ryou

The revolving door of characters wandering into this boss arena continues, and this time it’s Pharaoh who is trying to catch up to the plot with the dead woman on the ground, the giant tablet to the side, and Seto who is cackling to himself in a corner.

And Seto does a big ol laugh and it’s been a while since we got a villainous laugh out of Seto. Been a LONG TIME. Probably felt great for this voice actor to go back to his roots.

(read more under the cut)

Y’all.

It’s been a while I’ve been doing this blog, right? And I take it slow, especially right now with chronic fatigue stuff, but MAN I really thought we’d be dueling SETO. Not Aknadin in a Seto Bean! That’s a different guy!

Yugioh! That’s a completely different guy!

And there’s time for the big showdown between Pharaoh and Seto to actually happen. But trying to write it so we no longer develop this rivalry between Seto and Pharaoh feels like...they had to do that because Seto became a friend maybe kind of unintentionally.

It still works, they haven’t lied to us, I just...I have mixed feelings about it.

Mimicking Blue Eyes in Season 1 and Season Zero, this dragon will not work for you if you are not Seto Kaiba. Or Yugi. She’ll sometimes allow Yugi to play her in his deck. But definately not Seto Imposters. And like that, Aknadin is dead by his own hubris.

Hubris be killing a lot of billionaires lately, amiright? Yugioh just leaning into my love of killing billionaire gentry with hubris.

This romantic moment somewhat ruined by the animation team refusing to draw fingers and always keeping everyone’s hands clenched like they’re gonna furiously poop.

Yami watches as Seto recreates the vision that Kaiba had seen several years prior on the blimp. And Yami I’m sure felt entirely 3rd wheel. But he’s used that. He lives in Yugi’s bean. He probably thinks 3rd wheel is normal and how everyone feels all the time.

And then THIS HAPPENS.

Seto decides he’s had enough of watching behind a pillar, and now that everyone is dead and sobbing he should go out and harass Yugi. Youknow, at this funeral. The funeral of his beloved from like a previous life or whatever. Seto is kind over it and for once he is the one that needs a ride home.

And he’s like “hey so...I noticed that guy looks like me”

And then, when you think “well I guess Seto joins the party?” they just start screaming at eachother, within earshot of Seto, within earshot of the dead dragon card, within the earshot of like the entire world.

Remember that no one can actually see Seto but Pharaoh, which makes it even more funny.

Bakura segue’s us back to Yugi and his cursed friends, where he’s trying his best to explain the logic of cursing your classmates with dark magic so you can go on playdates.

The idea that you go through all the trouble to curse people into liking you, but the puzzle itself is made of dark magic, so it finds the most terrifying people to make your friend, is funny to me although it is completely my headcanon.

Anyway, get ready for the still my computer caught for this next one.

(it’s “surprise” but eh I don’t feel like fixing it at this point.)

It DOES look like Tristan is doing a weird cross punch, he’s actually tossing both of them and his hands over extended to the other side, which is a thing we do in animation, we go past the point you intend to go so it looks more fluid--but it does make the tweens funny.

The floor gives way and creates scales made out of the eyes.

Will Yugi leap from his scale and send his friends to purple doom, or will he find Pharaoh’s name and save the world?

which like, wouldn’t be a good episode of Yugioh unless multiple people were asking to die, and Joey nailed it in the most Brooklyn way this Japanese boy knows how.

And so Bakura was like “never mind.” which I guess was an option in the footnotes that only he could read.

Not shown is a hard to cap animation where Yugi leapt from his edge of the scales and just clung to Joey’s waist and Joey was like “gotta hang on to your friends, right Yuge?” And Yugi was like “Does that mean you forgive me already? Or are you being sarcastic right now?”

Inside of the room is this.

I LOVE the outline tool in photoshop. Good stuff. I LOVE it. and so does this animation team. Outlined the HELL out of those birds.

They leave the name zone room, with no idea at all how to say Pharaoh’s name. Where, they ran straight into Tristan and decided enough was enough, it’s time to have a chat. Because no, they haven’t figured it out.

You may be asking “so where did Tristan go?”

I DON’T KNOW.

He’s probably not fine. But um. No idea where Tristan went.

Also, guess who we haven’t seen in like 20 episodes since Seto stepped over his prone body on the steps?

Ryou! Little Ryou is back!

This guy who we...thought was a good guy? Anyway he’s off to literally kill Yugi, just like he’s want to do.

Straight up...I can’t fully predict Ryou, mostly because we rarely ever see the kid, but damn, he sure did wake up just ready to do a murder today, didn’t he?

And yes, this does mean that Ryou was pretending to be Bakura pretending to be Tristan, just so we the audience could get a fun triple reveal in this episode.

For some damn reason Ryou brought a duel disk to ancient Egypt. So we WILL get actual proper cards. And by proper cards, I mean Yugioh TV show cards, which line up not at all with the actual card game. Can’t wait to spell FINAL and then die.

Anyway, here’s the link to read these in chrono order.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

We are quickly running out of people in this season to kill, but we still got a few of Pharoah’s ancient friends left, and as for who dies next episode? My bet is on...Isis. Sorry Isis, I know you got a cool hat and you’re the token girl but, she’s super dead next right?

#Yugioh #YGO #Yu-Gi-Oh #Yami Muto #Pharaoh #Seto Kaiba #Priest Seto #Bakura #Theif King Bakura #Ryou Bakura #Yugi muto #Tea Gardner #joey wheeler #tristan taylor

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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Short Prompt #41

Villain shifted uncomfortably in the laboratory door frame, fiddling with the paperclip on their transfer forms and tapping the pages closer together.

Should they go in and search for someone? Should they stay here and wait? Supervillains were so particular and yet so varying in their ruling styles.

Luckily, the decision was quickly made for them in the form of a tall, stooped figure dressed from head to toe in crisp black cotton.

“I, uh—“

The person didn’t even look up from their tablet, continuing to tap avidly at the screen until the nearly bowled Villain over. They leapt back with a small yelp fumbling and narrowly avoiding dropping their tablet to the tile.

“What in the—“ they stopped, blinking. In one sharp move, they stooped a little deeper, squinting directly into Villain’s face with piercing silver eyes. “Ah, you’re the new assistant?”

Villain thrust the pages out to them dumbly, and the person scanned them over with just a slight bac and forth of their eyes.

“Villain,” they said, slowly, as if tasting the name on their tongue.

“Yes.”

The person waved to themself. “Supervillain.”

“Y-you?” Villain exclaimed.

Supervillain raised one brow. “Is that so surprising?”

“N-no, I just…”

It’s just they weren’t exactly like the supervillains Villain had worked for in the past. Those people crushed and dominated at the first opportunity. They loomed and smirked and hurt. They didn’t fumble, lose track of themselves, or bend to meet one’s own eye level. Villain would probably do well not to underestimate though. There had to be a reason for their imposing status.

“I’m honored for the opportunity to work with you,” Villain said quickly with a slight bow of their head. “I-I was worried no one would accept my transfer request, and I…”

What else could they say? Thank you? Supervillain wouldn’t understand, and they probably wouldn’t even care if they did. They were a supervillain too, so even if they were saving Villain from a bad situation, it wasn’t as if they were doing it on purpose. They simply needed another body for their work, and Villain was willing to be it.

Supervillain eyed their trailing lips carefully, but instead of pressing more or shouting at them to speak up, they whipped back toward the laboratory, tablet back in front of them as they walked. “In all honesty, you’re doing me the favor by being here. Why don’t I show you what we’ll be working on?”

#villain x villain #supervillain x villain #heroes and villains #prompt #writing prompt #short prompt #hero x villain #creative writing #villain #heroes and villains community #fiction #hero #villain x hero #superheroes and villains

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kaitoujokerscans · 9 months

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Get Back Hachi’s Memories! CH10 (END)

<10> Though the Cup May Be Broken

"Uuu... unfh..." Hachi slowly opened his eyes to a room filled with soft light. His head felt dull, as if he'd been sleeping for days on end. It felt like there were heavy waves of lead sloshing about in his skull.

"Ungh..." Hachi groaned again before checking his surroundings. He knew this place. He was lying on an aqua-colored sofa. He could hear the glugging of a coffee maker from behind the kitchen counter. This was the living room of the airship Sky Joker.

"Hosshi!" Something flumped onto Hachi's stomach. Hosshi beamed at him. Its expression looked like it was welcoming him back... but that was just Hachi's misinterpretation.

"Hosshi hosshi hosshi!" Hosshi kept mewing, as if begging for something.

"Okay, okay. You want konpeito, Hosshi?" Hachi slowly got up and took a divided jar of konpeito out of the cabinet.

"Hosshi♪" Hosshi joyfully started to munch on the candy.

"Took you long enough. You're finally up?"

Hachi stared blankly at the boy in the red suit who had just come down the hallway. "........."

A moment passed.

"...Hachi?" The boy looked worried for a moment before Hachi spoke.

"Joker-san, good morning. Was I asleep?"

"......" Joker looked like he wanted to say something, but he twirled around and kept talking with his back to Hachi. "Y-Yeah... It's already nighttime! You dozed off for a while!"

"I'm sorry. My head kind of feels heavy..."

"...Well, it's fine. You must've been really tired." Joker turned back around and grinned. It was his usual mischievous smile. "I went ahead and made dinner. You wanna eat?"

"Huh...? Hachi's eyes went wide with surprise. He looked over the back of the sofa and saw that there was dinner already prepped on the table. There was freshly-cooked rice, a platter of fried foods, salad topped with apples, and a steaming hot bowl of miso soup.

"HUH!? You made this, Joker-san!?"

"Yup. I can do it when I try."

Hachi leapt up and dashed over to the table. He hopped into a chair, surveyed the table, and once more exclaimed in amazement. "Wow, this is wonderful!"

"C'mon, let's eat!"

"Okay! Dinner time it is!"

Joker and Hachi faced each other and began to eat together. It was how they usually ate dinner, hardly any different at all.

"That was delicious, Joker-san!"

"Yeah, it was."

"Hosshi!"

Joker smiled softly. The food tasted better than usual, and it probably wasn't just his imagination. The three of them enjoyed a peaceful moment together.

Eventually, Joker spoke. "By the way, Hachi, do you remember?"

"Hm? Remember what?"

"Y'know, uh..." Joker stuttered. Then he spoke freely as if a load had been taken off his mind. "Well, whatever. I'm headed out to a job tonight."

"Ohh, you're going out to steal a new treasure! What is it this time?"

"This time it's... uhh..." As Joker tried to remember, there was an electronic ding from the game console left on the edge of the table.

"Hm?" Joker opened up the lid and instantly went pale. "What!? My Battle Smasher 3 save data's gone! W-What happened!?" Joker frantically started to mess around with the console. Watching him, Hachi gave a little sigh.

"Argh... Joker-san, would you like some tea?"

"Yeah, please," said Joker, eyes fixed on the tablet screen.

Hachi picked up Joker's teacup. "Ah... this is..."

It was a brown, misshapen teacup. There were white letters reading "Joker-san, Happy Birthday!" on it. It was Hachi's handwriting. Hachi had stealthily made it for Joker's birthday. But for some reason, the cup was glued together in places. It looked like it had been broken, then fixed.

Just then, a spark of light zipped through Hachi's brain. "!..."

Joker noticed that Hachi was staring at the teacup and turned to face him. "What's wrong, Hachi?"

"Um... this..."

"Yeah, you gave me that one."

"Huh... ah, that's right. It's a little early, but happy birthday, Joker-san!"

"Yeah, thanks."

Teacup in hand, Hachi walked to the kitchen. Watching him from behind, Joker thought to himself. He'd used the ceramic glue that came out of Hosshi's egg to fix the teacup in a jiffy, but Hachi hadn't reacted to it. So Hachi didn't remember that he'd lost his memory.

Which means Hachi must not remember what I whispered to him before...

Okay, it's better that way.

Joker patted his own chest in relief, just before hearing a voice from the kitchen. "Really, Joker-san!?"

"Huh?" Joker sprinted over to the kitchen and found Hachi with his hands on his hips, staring at him. In his hands were empty frozen food bags and prepackaged food containers from the grocery store.

"Ah, you found out."

"Good grief... ready-made food is fine and all, but you have to toss the containers right away. If you just leave them around, they'll start to smell. It's not sanitary," scolded Hachi as he speedily cleaned up the kitchen.

"Haha, my bad. Sorry," Joker casually apologized, feeling somehow relieved.

"Geez... if you'd just apologized nicely from the start, we wouldn't have had to go through all of that."

"Huh?"

Joker gave Hachi a dumbfounded stare. As he rinsed dishes, Hachi spoke with a mischievous smile. "I just remembered."

"What?"

"What you told me before."

"What the..."

Yes, Hachi had remembered. When Joker was trying to force-feed Hachi the curry, he'd told him "It drives me crazy when you're not around. I'm sorry," and apologized...

"Because you told me that, all my hate for Phantom Thief Joker up and vanished. I'm sorry about that, Joker-san," Hachi said, bowing his head.

"Er... well, it's okay. You're back to normal now." Joker scratched his cheek.

Hachi lifted his head, looked up at Joker, and gave a smile. "But Joker-san, you really do need me around, right?"

"Ngh..." Joker avoided eye contact.

"Right, Joker-san?" Hachi narrowed his eyes and smiled up gleefully at Joker.

"Rrghh... enough! Anyway, the treasure! We're headed out!"

"Eeeeh? But we just had dinner! And besides, what about your save data?"

"Well, it's all gone. But all I have to do is restart from the beginning. Long as I remember, I can redo it however many times it takes!" Joker grinned at Hachi.

"Yes, you're right about that!"

"Come on then, if we drag our feet too long, Spade or Queen are gonna beat us to the punch!" Joker wrapped his cape around him and put on his silk hat. Hosshi bounded up beside him.

"Hosshi♪

Joker turned toward Hachi and exclaimed as usual, "Let's go! Don't dawdle, Hachi!"

"Okay!" Hachi responded enthusiastically and ran after him.

The two of them exited onto the Sky Joker's deck, where the brilliant city lights flickered below. They inflated Balloon Gum and gently lifted off into the dark of night.

"All right, let's go get some treasure! Welcome to the shining night!" Joker's voice rang louder than usual in the clear air. The round moon glowed everlastingly in the night sky...

FIN

Get Back Hachi’s Memories!

Author: Naohiro Fukushima

Original Work: Hideyasu Takahashi

Thanks for reading!

#kaitou joker #light novel

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Blessed Mother:

Not quite organized and I’m not trawling through Biblegateway to pull out all of my sources for the dozenth time, but here’s the gist of it.

Since Jesus Christ was fully God and fully man, Mary is the mother of God. God did not originate from her, nor did she precede God, but she bore God Himself in the second person of the Trinity. She is unique among all humanity for the way in which she was called to participate in the life of the Trinity as daughter of the Father, mother of the Son, bride of the Holy Spirit. This relationship is above anything that any other human ever has been or ever will be granted.

Sin is, at its simplest, rebellion against God. Grace is, at its simplest, participation in the life of God. The two are antithetical to each other. Where there is sin, there cannot be grace, and where there is grace, there cannot be sin. Original sin is inherited from our first parents, Adam and Eve, which means that human nature was in a state of rebellion against God and cut off from His grace. We are not able to be granted grace except through Christ: specifically, through the sacraments (Baptism, Reconciliation, Eucharist, and Confirmation especially), outward signs instituted by Christ for our benefit. However, the angel Gabriel hailed Mary as “Full of grace.” For that to be the case, she could not have been in a state of rebellion against God. She would have had to have been without original sin. Unlike the rest of us, who are born with original sin and brought into grace by baptism, Mary was brought into grace by God preserving her from original sin.

We are told that Christ submitted Himself to His parents, Mary and Joseph. This could only have been the case if, from the age of 12 years old to the age of 30, Mary and Joseph had never once asked anything of Him that was opposed to God’s will. For Mary (and Joseph!) to have been so aligned with the will of God speaks of a sanctity above that of any other biblical figure (with the obvious exception of Christ Himself.) Mary’s will was so aligned with God’s that Christ performed His first public sign — beginning the road to the Cross and elevating Marriage to a sacrament — at her request. The final recorded words we have of Mary’s are “Do whatever He tells you.” Whenever we look at Mary, she points us to God. Her soul magnifies the glory of the Lord.

We know that Jesus had no siblings because he scolded the Pharisees for allowing children not to take care of parents in their old age, but He entrusted Mary’s care to John while on the cross. This would have been wrong if Mary had had any other children. He also told Mary to behold her son. Giving the one apostle at the foot of the cross to Mary is also an entrustment of the Church to her: she is the mother of all Christians, just as Christ is our Brother and God is our Father.

The ark of the covenant bore within it signs of God’s covenant with Moses: Aaron’s staff, the tablets that the 10 commandments were inscribed upon, and manna: the power of the priesthood, the law, and the bread from heaven. Mary bore within her the new priest, the new law, and the bread of life from heaven. The ark of the covenant was so holy that even to lay a hand on it meant death. David, in joy, danced before the ark, and, in awe, asked “Who am I that the ark of the Lord should come to me?” John, in joy, leapt in the womb at the sound of Mary’s voice, and Elizabeth, in awe, asked “Who am I that the mother of my Lord should come to me?” If the old ark of the covenant was too holy for the touch of man, how could the new ark of the covenant be less holy?

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use-your-telescope · 1 year

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WIP Snippet #3: Can You Feel It Now? (Bonus Snippet)

Alright, I’m giving a bonus snippet - one that my beta reader hasn’t even read yet! So if this seems a bit rough around the edges/there are obvious grammar errors, that’s why…

The snippet I shared earlier this weekend is a bit heavier, but this one is fluffy and (hopefully) funny, and just... it cracked me up throughout writing.

Takes place after Snippet 2. Warning for some blood In the beginning. Lots of shameless flirting and banter.

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Song: Chit Chat - Beach Weather

Can You Feel It Now?

By any measure, it started off as a normal Tuesday night.

The Emergency Department was busy, but not overwhelmingly so. It was, however, busy enough that when Theo was handed the tablet for her next patient and pointed towards the exam room, Theo had skipped the name on the file and went straight to the presenting concerns. She pulled the curtain back, ready to introduce herself and begin treatment.

“Hi, I’m – Jesus Christ, what happened to you?” Theo froze, gawking at the sight before her.

Sitting on the examination table was Loki, dressed in his armor and covered with dried blood. No, not just covered - it was like he took a swim in it. And that was coming from someone who saw absurd amounts of blood and gore on a daily basis.

Despite looking like he just escaped the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Loki leaned back on one hand, legs crossed at his ankles as his attention went studying from a poster on the wall next to Theo, acting as if he was just paying her a visit like any other day. The only clue that something wasn’t right was how his other hand was curled around his stomach, protecting the wound beneath.

“You have a God before you, there is no need to call upon the one whom some Midgardians believe to be a deity,” Loki smirked, sitting up and squaring his shoulders toward Theo. “We were caught up in a bit of unanticipated combat, but it is of no concern.”

“Hm, I’m going to disagree with that, given you are absolutely soaked in blood, not to mention that the reason for your visit is listed as –” Theo glanced down at the tablet for good measure, “ – stab wound in left upper abdomen.”

“You’ve heard the tales.” Loki offered a nonplussed shrug. “A stabbing is hardly noteworthy for me.”

Despite rolling her eyes, Theo couldn’t hold back a breathless puff of a laugh. “Let me guess: ‘you should see the other guy?’” She rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, pulling out the assorted tools she would need for assessing and treating Loki’s injuries.

“The operatives were effectively eliminated, so there is nothing to see.” Loki shrugged, eyes trained on something behind Theo. He cocked his head to the side, lips twisting with curiosity. “However, now that I’m here, there is something else worth seeing.”

“Oh really?” Theo absentmindedly replied, crouched down as she peered into the back of a cabinet in search of a specific type of suture needle.

“Indeed. It seems the Falcon will provide my entertainment whilst waiting for you to conclude what I already know, which is that I do not need medical attention.”

“If you don’t need medical attention, a) why are you here, and b) why does my patient intake form say you have a stab wound?” She dryly challenged, “And why are you grabbing your side like that?”

“Oh, I certainly have a stab wound.” Loki readily admitted, offering a coy smile. “My brother insisted I pay a visit, despite knowing I am more than capable of managing a stab wound on my own.”

“Better safe than sorry.” Theo shrugged, now focused on finding something that would help clean off the blood so she could check for bruises without making a mess of the exam room. “What’s the entertainment?”

“Attempting to woo your colleague.”

Theo leapt to her feet and whipped around, accidentally smacking the tray of medical supplies with enough force that it clattered to the ground. She froze, wide-eyed and heart pounding in her chest, bracing herself for everyone around them to stop and stare.

“Norns, you are subtle as a brick wall.” Loki snorted from behind Theo.

Though there were a couple side glances, it was nowhere near what Theo expected; the hustle and bustle of the emergency department seemed to conveniently mask the crash. Even better, Sam didn’t notice, nor did Julie.

“Shut up.” Theo couldn’t help but laugh, absentmindedly waving her hand and using a touch of magic to clean up the mess she made. “I had to see if it was who I hoped he was flirting with.”

“And?”

Theo turned back to Loki, who cocked an eyebrow at her with an expectant smirk.

“You breathe a word of this to anyone and I’ll make you regret being born –” Theo waved a suture needle that was still in its sterile packaging at him, as if it were a weapon that she was threatening him with. “– but yes, yes it is...” Theo resumed cleaning up the cuts and dried blood on Loki’s skin.

“Does your colleague find the Falcon attractive?”

Theo snickered. “She called his ass a national treasure. Every time we hang out we spend as much time talking about her crush on Sam as we do on everything else combined.”

“Based on my observations, she seems appropriately flattered and flustered by his advances.”

“Tell me if she makes a fool of herself.” Theo instructed. “Alright, I need you to take your armor off - I’ve gotta give you the once-over.”

“If you wish to see me nude, you need not make excuses about medical attention.”

“Might I remind you that you came to me for medical treatment, Mischief. Now, I know you have at least one wound that will need treatment, which I can’t get to without either having you remove your armor or me cutting it off, and lord only knows what else I’ll find when I actually take a look” Theo countered, pulling out a hospital gown and setting it next to Loki. “So unless you want me to ruin your fine Asgardian leather, you should probably just take it off. I’ll step out to give you a minute to change into this. Leave the underwear on.”

“No need.” In a flash of green, Loki’s armor was off, leaving him perfectly clean, dressed in nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts. He held his arms out to the sides and dipped his head with a flourish, still wearing a smirk on his face. “I present myself to you for your examination… Among other things.”

With his body on open display, Theo had to stop herself from staring and focus on conducting an examination.

She had seen her fair share of gods - from a different pantheon, sure, but gods - and while they were objectively good-looking, none of them had been what Theo would call her type.

But Loki?

His abs may have been carved from the finest marble by Michelangelo. Long, elegant muscles stretched taut across his body - a pleasant change from the SHIELD agents Theo cared for throughout her time, and a sharp contrast from the bulking, almost comically-sized muscles that belonged to the majority of the Avengers.

Scars littered themselves across his porcelain skin; even though their origins were most certainly violent, they brought their own kind of beauty. It took an absurd amount of willpower not to reach up and trace her fingers along the defined lines of his figure, especially the scar just to the right of his sternum - whatever caused that must have been a true force to be reckoned with.

It was probably a good thing that Julie was busy with Sam, because if she saw that Theo was assigned to Loki and that he had his shirt off, Julie would never stop teasing Theo about it.

After the requisite poking and prodding (and no more, because she was a professional and she was not about to give Loki the satisfaction of turning into a fawning, drooling mess over him in nothing but shorts), Theo straightened up and took a deep breath. “Alright, just the wound on your side needs to be closed up. I’d normally recommend stitches, but I’m feeling generous, so I’ll close it up for you with some magic.”

Loki smirked. “Truly generous of you to bestow a touch of magic upon me.”

Theo gently pressed his shoulders back so he’d lay down on the examination table. “Well, I can’t say I’m thrilled about you coming back with an injury like this and claiming you don’t need medical care, so maybe this is my way of incentivizing you to not hide injuries.”

Or it was her way of showing off a little. After all, he kept making comments about wanting to see her magic in play, particularly the healing magic.

“Alright, this will be a little uncomfortable, but it should go quick.”

“I cannot imagine it would be any more uncomfortable than sitting here with a gash in my side,” Loki pointed out, cocking an eyebrow as he smirked up at her.

“You’re the one who wanted to pretend there was nothing wrong with you,” Theo shot back, rolling her eyes despite the smile that crept up on her face. “Maybe I should make you get stitches - I don’t want to reward recklessness. You’re lucky I like you.”

She cracked her knuckles, brought her hands out to hover just over the injury, and let the magic flow. Focusing her attention on the gash, her arms lit up with delicate white runes, swirling and trailing down her arms and into Loki’s skin. Theo closed her eyes, envisioning the path of each tendril of magic and the way it traveled through Loki’s body, stitching him back together.

When the last of his skin drew itself together, Theo let out a quiet breath and dispelled the runes. She stole a glance up to find Loki staring at her, a sparkle of something warm in his seaglass eyes. Her cheeks burned, and she averted her gaze.

“Voila. Good as new.” Theo felt her lips curl into a smile as she traced her fingers along the newly closed skin, lingering at the end of what was once a wound.

Beneath her touch, Loki shivered. He propped himself up on his elbows and examined where the wound once was.

“I thank you for your services,” he said, his attention fixed on where Theo’s fingertips met his skin. “If only all healers had such an enchanting touch, perhaps I would not forgo treatment of minor injuries.”

Theo snorted. “Minor? You had a stab wound. In your abdomen - where all of your internal organs are. If you were any other patient I would have admitted you in two seconds.”

As Theo spoke, Loki went from propped on his elbows to sitting upright. “Ah, but you refrained, because you know I am no mere mortal.” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows at her. Combined with the height of the examination table, he towered over Theo, eyes trained on her like a predator hunting his prey.

“Yeah yeah, you’re a god and I should be worshiping you because you’re the best thing since sliced bread,” Theo drawled, turning away to peel her gloves off and toss them in a bin. “Last I checked, I’m the one patching you up, so maybe you should be worshiping me — if that’s something you Norse gods are capable of.” She added a wink to her comment.

“Ah, it is folly to assume gods are incapable of worship.” The smirk on Loki’s face grew and his eyes darkened. “Gods can worship like none other, darling. Perhaps I might show you.”

“Not while I’m on the clock, buddy.” Theo’s face burned, but she tried her best to keep a neutral expression as she deflected. “In the meantime, go be mischievous and spy on Sam and Julie. I have a bet with the charge nurse about how long it will take them to finally get together, and I want any intel you can find in case I need to change my wager.”

A flash of something uncertain flashed across Loki’s face, but it was quickly replaced by an almost obnoxiously cocky grin. “Say no more darling. I will investigate.” He hopped off the table, and in a flash of emerald he was dressed in black joggers and a forest green zip-up sweatshirt, unzipped to reveal a gray t-shirt. He strolled to the door, then just before crossing the threshold he spun around with a flourish. “In the meantime, I recommend preparing for all the methods in which you might extol my virtues, since I will require devotion if I am to inform you of my discoveries, thus aiding you in your endeavor.”

“Oh my god you are such a dork,” Theo playfully groaned. “Glad you’re fine, I have patients to tend to, so you need to go — bye!” For dramatic effect, she pretended to shove Loki out the door.

Loki feigned shock, but the sparkle in his eye betrayed him, as did the bright smile he flashed on his way out. When he was gone, Theo turned away from the door and let out the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.

Since when was she flustered by Loki?

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windblume-wishes · 2 years

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asdfghajk okay so can I request Trey Clover x Ramshackle!Reader where the reader is sick and Trey cares for them aaah just pure sweet fluffiness aghdjfjd I love your writing ♡♡

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕣! 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥! ♡︎

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟��𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝙶𝙽 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛!

𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖...

Trey Clover x GN!Reader - Sick Day

Warm to the touch yet so bitter cold, sniffles and coughs, headache and nausea. Yes, the perfect description of a cold one may dare say. You felt utterly miserable, if you thought you were going to get out of bed and make an appearance in class you were sorely mistaken. Starting as of this second, you are hereby bed-bound must to your dismay.

Your voice was hoarse from all the coughing, the drainage from your nose clogged your throat with it’s disgusting flavor. Every breath you took seemed to shake your sore body as you lay helplessly in bed. Every sneeze seemed to shake the dorm with their intensity, you began to worry that if you were to huff and puff you may very well blow the place down.

This was very definition of a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and it was only half past nine in the morning. This was a new record, you thought, usually it would take the antics of Ace, Grim and Deuce to get you into having a foul mood. Luckily for you, all was surprisingly silent and Grim was curled up in a ball next to you trying to make you feel better with a soothing purr emanating from him.

You reached your hand over to gently scratch between his ears, waking him up and earning a worried stare from your monster feline friend. He placed a sympathetic paw on your leg and leaned into your touch. He hated seeing his henchmen like this. Grim wanted you to get better immediately so he could have a good reason to pounce on you at two in the morning for food.

“(Y/N)? Are ya feelin’ any better? Do ya need me to get ya somethin’?” He asked, standing up and stretching, allowing you to scratch where his back and tail meet.

You cough roughly in response, never even getting a word out. Grim’s ears went back as your cough startled him. You were definitely getting worse and you needed help fast, he could already sense your temperature go up and that in itself was definitely not good. He leapt off the bed and out the door, yelling for the ghosts to take care of his human as he went for help.

Grim knew Crowley was the epitome of useless when it came to helping so that meant he needed someone that he could not only trust but you liked and could rely on.

Now who could it be? Surely not Ace and Deuce, the two would likely begin to prepare a funeral for you because they think you are dying. Grim shook his head and began to think hard. That was it! Trey! You liked him and he seemed to like you, perfect! Grim began to smirk as he thought of him being a perfect matchmak- no- helper for his sick henchman.

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“(Y/N) is sick? Are they at least doing alright?” Trey asked, “Grim, has (Y/N) not been sleeping properly and neglecting to eat properly?”

Grim nodded with a sigh, “Yeah, my human seems to think they are invincible, ya know! They’re always stayin’ up late and studyin’ and on top of all that they haven’t eaten anything healthy to humans! Wait- is spicy ramen healthy?”

Trey groaned with a facepalm, the look upon his face was one only a disappointed and slightly annoyed mother could give. He stood up from his chair and marched to the bathroom to grab basic medicine, a thermometer, vitamin tablets and an extra toothbrush.

“That is it, (Y/N) will be grounded from any and all spicy ramen, and will have none of my baked treats for a week.” His voice almost like a mum whose child was disobedient. “Grim, let’s go, we cannot keep your human waiting any longer.”

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𝘼 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧….

“So you mean to tell me, (Y/N), that you have been doing EXACTLY the opposite of taking care of yourself? What on earth would I do without, (Y/N)?”

You paused, staring up at the worried green-haired young man, the look in his amber eyes was one a worried mum would give. He was furious that you let your condition worsen so but at the same time he was just so worried.

“I’m sorry…” you sigh pitifully, giving him your big (E/C) eyes.

“You are incredibly lucky that I care about you and am genuinely concerned for your health.” He huffed, cupping your fevered face in his gentle hands. “Now, I’ll be checking your temperature, if it is over 37°C then you are getting straight into the bath. Do you understand, (Y/N)?”

You only huffed in embarrassment, of course this man was treating you like a bloody child. “Yes, mum…”

He smirked as if enjoying your remark. Trey lifted the thermometer scanner to your head and it beeped ferociously, you were at exactly 38.5°C, definitely not good.

“(Y/N), in the bath, now, you are at such a warm temperature that you must cool down or else you will be baked from the inside out.” He gave you no room to protest, you were already being carried to the bathroom in his strong, loving arms like a wee babe.

Trey placed you on the toilet seat, turning on the water of the tub and watching the steam rise from the water. You watched him, sighing at your situation, your pout was rather adorable in his eyes. He could only kneel down before you and stroke the hair from your fevered face with love in his eyes.

Mama Trey mode was officially activated as he helped you undress and place you into the bath. Under any other circumstances, you would have been absolutely fuming with him for seeing your bits, but now was different. He helped you into the bath and gently rubbed your head and back as you sat there in the warm water and lavender scented bubble bath. You were absolutely convinced you had went to heaven, his fingers in your hair was so soothing and gentle, making you feel better almost instantly.

“(Y/N), when you are out of the bath, how about some soup, hm?”

“Ramen?” Your eyes lit up with the thought of spicy ramen.

“Absolutely not! I’m hereby grounding you from that until I say so. You have had enough of it.”

You gasped, completely flabbergasted by his punishment. “H-hey! You do not ever ground Cater from his spicy ramen! Why are you groundin- oh- um…”

You immediately shut your mouth the second his mother like stare of doom came your way, there was no arguing now, the stare was out and you knew better than to argue further.”

“Y-yes m-mum…”

“Haha! Good! It seems that my stare still works, eh?”

You just shrink into the water, blowing bubbles in frustration. There was just no way of getting around this man, was there? Nope, there was not…

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𝘼 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧…

“Nope! I am not taking that nasty medicine! It will make me feel WORSE!” You protested, it was true, that medicine did make you feel worse after taking it, but it did help you.

“What will get you to take your medicine?” Trey sighed, his annoyed inner mum showing once more. “Sweets?”

“Yes… when I get better I’d like a pie. That’s all…”

“If I say yes, you will immediately take your medicine?” Trey asked, an eyebrow raised as you nod. “Fine, one pie of your choosing. Now, medicine time.”

You pop your medicine in your mouth, cringing at how disgusting it tasted, you quickly grab your flavoured electrolyte water and chug it down to wash the taste from your mouth. Trey was of course snickering at your childish actions.

“Ugh! That was nasty!” You groan. “I demand cuddles after going through that hell!”

“Alright then, now would you like a lullaby too~? Mama Trey as you called me can sing one for you.” He smirked, you just glared at him with your best stink eye. “Alright, alright, I’m just teasin’ you, come here, (Y/N).”

He lays down next to you, pulling you close to his broad chest, your head resting on his heart. It was nice, he smelled of freshly baked sweets, fresh tea, roses and a hint of vanilla. You were convinced this was the scent of heaven as you melted into his embrace like a warm knife through butter.

“Still don’t need a lullaby, (Y/N)?” He cooed softly in your ear.

“No… your heartbeat is the only lullaby I need right now…” you mumble out as you shut your tired eyes, snuggling closer to him as he pets your head and gives you a gentle kiss.

“Good night, (Y/N), I love you.”

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#twisted wonderland #twst #trey x reader #twst trey #trey clover #twst heartslabyul #heartslabyul #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfiction #fanfiction #gender neutral x twisted wonderland

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multiversemusings · 1 year

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A Meeting of Fate

Originally prompted by @bakerstreethound Pairing: Doctor Fate/Kent Nelson x MReader Rating: PG Warnings: Minor cursing Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1,500 Plot: You rush halfway across the city to get from your dingy apartment in the heart of New York City to hopefully reach your class on time. But the universe has it in for you today because you get dizzy due to having no breakfast and slam into someone on the way there. Or does it? The man follows you into the nearby cafe and returns you textbook, but there's something very familiar about him. Song Inspiration: Movement by Hozier

A/N: I wasn't planning to do one of this character so soon, but I saw the prompts that my friend gave me and hot damn, my brain put them all together was like "HELL YES. DOCTOR FATE. HERE WE GO". So, we do lol.

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"I could never define all that you are to me."

You were running way behind. More so even than usual. The phone call that you had received from your sister in Africa the previous night had taken up almost all of your night and not only had you failed to finish studying for your semi-finals, but you had also barely gotten any sleep. It wasn't very often you heard from her since she had become a member of the Peace Corp over a year ago now, so any chance you got to talk to her, you took without hesitation. You got to hear about how she was helping a group of children to read English, how the women of the village nearby were teaching her to weave baskets and that she was apparently developing a bit of a crush on one of the local translators. He was apparently quite a charmer and often brought her small gifts from the city to keep her comfortable. You wished you had been that lucky to find a man who took your breath away as easily as Ronald did for her, you informed, which had made her laugh. It was a wonderful sound to hear after being apart for so long. Unfortunately, university didn't stop just because you stayed up all night talking to basically the person who had been your true best friend since childhood. At half passed the hour you realized finally that the sun was shining down on your face through the cracks in your blinds. As you grabbed your cellphone from the bedside table, you realized you had slept through your primary alarm and your back up on top of that.

"Shit!" you cursed as you tossed your phone aside and all but leapt from your bed.

Your usual morning routine that would have normally lasted you a little over an hour went by in a blur of twenty minutes which meant cutting corners on thing. You took a very quick shower, just enough to clean your body and wash your hair, ignoring the burning of the scar that you had recently sustained on your arm from a car wreck. You opted to let your short hair dry by air rather than take a blow-dryer to it or style it, put on a nice pair of jeans, a white tank top and a button down over it which you left open. You put on your Cons that you had gotten from your mother as a reward for making it into Uni before you actually shipped off halfway across the country to New York from that hole in the wall you called a hometown in Washington. You packed all of your textbooks into your bag along with your supplies and grabbed your keys and wallet from the tablet inside the door before leaving out the door. You didn't drive due to the accident you had been in, so your usual commute involved one ride on the subway, two buses and walking a block and a half to the school. You couldn't bring yourself to get behind the wheel of a vehicle again after nearly losing your life to a drunk driver and being in a coma for over a year. So everywhere you went, you took some other mode of transportation to save yourself from having to pop four or five anxiety pills just to make it through the rest of the day. But as you got off the second bus that you rode to get across the city, you were overcome with a strong wave of dizziness and had to grab onto the nearby sign to keep from collapsing. As you closed your eyes and held your forehead to stead yourself, you felt stupid for forgetting to grab at least a couple of pieces of toast before you left the apartment.

"Great job, that's the third time this month alone you've forgotten your personal health for this damn school," you scolded yourself. You groaned as the scar on your arm burned again. Once the wave passed, you corrected your bag and opened your eyes, heading off down the road. "I'm going to have to make time to get something to eat. Collapsing on the way to class would be defeating the purpose of rushing out the door."

Thankfully, you knew this area well enough by now that you were aware of a cafe not even a block from where you were that wasn't usually busy at this house, so you decided to stop in and get something to keep you from passing out. But as you rounded the second corner, your body felt like a camera shutter and you grunted as you all but collapsed forward. Your shoulder slammed into someone and jolted you back into your body as you dropped your bag, your books scattered across the ground.

"Oh my, are you alright young man?" the stranger asked with a voice rich like an expensive fabric. He steadied you and helped you kneel down as you held your head.

"Yeah, I'm alright," you replied as you lowered your hand to look at him. He was an older gentleman, with beautiful snowy white hair and a matching goatee. His eyes were the most stunning blue that you had ever seen, like a thousand untold stories the ocean had to offer. "I'm... so sorry. I'm such a klutz."

"Nonsense, you are clearly very weak from low blood sugar judging by the way you are shaking and sweating. I am fine so do not apologize. Here, let me help you gather your things."

"Thank you." Between the two of you, all of your things were gathered and put neatly back into your bag within a moment before you put it back over your shoulder and the two of you stood up.

"Will you be okay, young man? Is there a place nearby where you can get some kind of nourishment to bring your glucose back up to normal?" he asked, the worry in his voice made a pleasant tingle run down your back as he frowned.

"Yeah, South of the Broiler Cafe is just down the way, so I'm heading there. I'm still sorry for bumping into you, sir. Thank you for helping me pick up my stuff once again. Have a good day."

You nodded your head in respect before turning and finishing your short trek to the cafe, stepping in out of the damp, cold morning. The smell of coffee and morning foods filled your sense of smell and invigorated your mind just a bit to wake you up a little more. It also succeeded in reminding you that you were hungry and that's why you were here. As you stepped into line, your mind began thinking about the handsome stranger you had just run into. He was dressed in a very nice suit and wore three very expensive looking rings on his fingers, yet he had stopped and knelt to help you pick up your things. You couldn't fathom how someone like that hadn't yelled at you for running into them, let alone how they could kneel down on the damp New York sidewalk to help you pick up your books. Your mind kept going back to his eyes, their beautiful blue color, the way that they seemed to be looking right through you- A hand tapped your shoulder gently, so you turned to look over your shoulder and - as if your thoughts had summoned him to you - found the man whom you were just thinking of standing before you. He gave you a kind smile and you couldn't deny that your face grew about three degrees warmer than the air around you, and it had absolutely nothing to do with exhaustion.

"I believe you forgot one," the man informed you with a slight chuckle. When you looked at his hand, he was holding out your textbook Chemistry in Quantitative Language.

"Oh god, I didn't even see this one," you replied as you took it from him carefully. Your eyes met his blue ones, and again, he gave you that same look that made you feel like he was looking right through you. "Uhm… Can I buy you a coffee, sir? To make up for bumping into you in my airheaded rush and for returning my textbook."

"I think I would quite like that, indeed, Anpu," he replied, and you looked taken aback by the use of your nickname that very few knew. "Apologies, I did not mean to startle you."

"Who…are you?" You knew there was something important about this man because the scar on your arm hadn't been burning since you made contact with him on the sidewalk.

The man extended his hand to you, his smile never wavering even as it took you a moment to accept it.

"My name is Kent Nelson, and I have been watching you for a very long time, my friend." He brought your hand to his lips; his well-kept goatee brushed the sensitive skin of your knuckles and goosebumps erupted all across your skin as you lost your breath. He stood up right again and his eyes sparkled with a light only worthy of a romance novel. "And it is fate we have met here today."

#DCU #DC movies #Doctor Fate #Doctor Fate x Reader #Kent Nelson #Kent Nelson x Reader #male reader insert

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gaybananabread · 2 years

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Meanie!

This is adorable, no questions asked. I absolutely love this.

Ler: Bakugo

Lee: Kirishima

Ship: KiriBaku

Prompt: Kirishima's touch starved after Baku's weekend at his parents'. Luckily, he knows just how to fix that.

Warnings: Slight swearing (it's Bakugo), and it's a tickle fic

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That weekend was TORTURE for Kirishima. Bakugo had gone to stay with his parents, and he missed his boyfriend. He really wanted cuddles, but Katsuki wouldn't be home until Monday. Kiri got anxious and fidgety. He craved attention, and he was being starved. Everybody else was busy doing there own thing, so he was alone.

Kiri spent that whole weekend curled up under his blankets. He was tired of watching movies, tired of snacking, and tired of being tired! Brakes from school were supposed to spent with others, not with a tablet and some Goldfish.

☆Time skip to Monday because I can☆

Kiri was laying on their dorm's couch when the door opened. Bakugo came in, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, his signature scowl on his face. "BAKUGO!" Kiri leapt off the couch and flung himself at Bakugo, who was so surprised he nearly fell over. "Jeez, I was gone for a fucking weekend. You missed me this much?" Blushing, Kiri climbed off of him. "Everyone was busy, and I wanted cuddles!"

Baku laughed lightly, walking towards his room, Kiri on his heels. After dumping his stuff in his closet, he shut the door and flopped onto his bed, holding his arm out for Kiri to join. He jumped into bed, snuggling up against Bakugo's side.

They stayed like that for around ten minutes. Then, Kiri's phone went off. "Mmm." Baku sighed at this reaction. "You gonna get that? It's annoying." He just burrowed further into his side. "Nope, snuggles now, phone later." With protests, Baku got up to turn off the phone. "Aww, come on! I was comfy! You're a meanie!"

Spinning around, Bakugo glared at Kirishima with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Really? I'm mean? I'll show you mean, Sharky!" He lunged at Kiri, who tried as best he could to dodge him. He almost got a hold of his shirt, right as Kiri bolted out of the room. Baku chased him through the dorms. Kiri was laughing like a madman the whole time. Even though it was chaotic, he was still much happier than before. Kiri was pretty far ahead, and he probably would have gotten away. You know, if he did run into the couch while looking over his shoulder.

Baku grabbed Kiri off the couch and flung him over his shoulder. He squirmed and kicked and punched, but he was stuck. He begged to be put down as Baku carried him back to his dorm. When they got in there, he shut and locked the door, tossed Kiri down, and immediately went down after him.

In seconds, Kiri was pinned down, his arms above his head with Baku on his hips. "W-wait a minute. Let's talk about this!" Baku pretended to think this over. "Hmm, nope." With that, he dug into Kiri's sides, pulling giggles from him. "Bahahakugohohoho, wahahahahit!" Completely ignoring his boyfriend's protests, he dug in even harder. Kiri's giggles went up an octave.

"Bahahahahabe! Plehehehehehase!" This is when he started to tease. "Please what? Please tickle you harder? My pleasure~" He started kneading his stomach, and Kiri started full-belly laughing. "KAHAHAHATS! HOHOHOHOLD OHOHOHOHOHON!" "Hold on? Okay, got it." Baku made a claw, lightly gripped Kiri's tum, and started to vibrate right over his belly button. He lost it. "WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHAKUHUHU! IHIHIHI'M SAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Kiri could barely form a sentence. It tickled so much! Still, it was better than the weekend. He was laughing uncontrollably, but he was with Kats. When he was with him, he would have done anything. Plus,he was actually enjoying this wanted attention.

After a minute or two of this, Baku gave Kiri a breather. lightly tracing shapes on his sides. "Thahahat was, wohohohow." Baku thought that this was enough time. "Who said I was done?" He stuck his finger into Kiri's belly button, and he went hysterical. "BAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAHA!" He only spent a little bit on time on his death spot. Baku switched to lightly scraping along his ribs. "Hehehehey! Kahahahats!" Baku smirked down at him. "Hey, do you know if you have all of your ribs? You can't be a hero without all of them. Here, I'll do you a favor and check." Kiri knew what was coming. "W-wahahahait! Ihihi hahave thehem! Ahahahall 23!" Baku smirked. "23? Oh man, you're one short! I have to make sure you're okay now! No choice but to count 'em!" He began vibrating his fingers into each of Kiri's ribs. "Twoooooo. Foooooour, siiiiiiix." He squirmed and wriggled, but Kiri couldn't get his fingers out of that spot. "Hey, you made me lose count! Now I gotta start all over again. Twooooo."

After what seemed like hours (ten minutes), he finally finished counting. "You do have them all! Perfect, I have a nice, fully-ribbed boyfriend." Kiri was tored. He had breathy giggles pouring from his mouth in a steady stream. "Ihihihi tohohold yohohu! Peheherfehehctly hehehealthehehe!"

Looking at his flushed, giggly boyfriend told Baku that he was almost at his limit. Just one more thing to do. He pulled up Kiri's shirt, took a deep breath, and blew a huge raspberry right on his navel. Kiri screeched. "EYEHEHEHEHE! NAHAHAHAHOHOHO! BAHAHAHAHAHAKUHUHUHUHU! NYAHAHAHAHA!"

"There, all done." He hugged a teary-eyed, flushed Kiri and rubbed his belly, trying to get rid of the ghost tickles. Kiri's giggling went on for a minute or two before he stopped. "That....was.....so mean." Baku laughed a little. "I told you, call me mean and pay the price." Baku leaned in for a kiss, locking their lips together. Neither pulled away until they had to, panting.

"Also, I noticed how you never once told me to stop~"

#kiribaku tickle #bakugou #kirishima #mha #mha tickles #lee!kirishima #ler!bakugou #giggly boys #tickle fic #kirishima tickle #bakugo tickle #tickle #sfw tickling community #kiribaku

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junsei-alke · 4 months

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keyframe n. a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life—set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next, until entire years of your memory can be compressed into a handful of indelible images—which prevents you from rewinding the past, but allows you to move forward without endless buffering

“—And then Usagi-san threw him off the bridge! It was bogus!” A boyish voice dramatically informed the alligator mutant about his latest adventure over a tablet.

The boyish voice talking over the tablet is Michelangelo Hamato, Leatherhead’s best friend. Let it be known that the Hamatos’ and the Mutanimals decided a tablet is more suitable for Slash and Leatherhead as a gadget of communication. The two giant mutants won’t have to mind their strength or how small apps or texts are.

Leatherhead let out a hum, “Didn’t Usagi say this Jade is immortal?”

“Jei,” The orange-clad turtle corrected, “And he did! Maybe Usagi-san got his info wrong or Jei just bluff, or he just gets rebirth kind of immortality,” Michelangelo theorized.

“From your hectic adventure, I’m glad you returned safely, my friend,” The older mutant honestly thought the worst when the turtles were gone without notice. For some enemy managing to kidnap his friends without struggle…

Through the screen, Michelangelo winced, “Sorry, but couldn’t really do much when we’re spiritually summoned to another dimension by a blind fake immortal wolf,” The nun-chuck wielder joked weakly.

“Just how long were we gone?” Michelangelo asked quietly, “Cuz, I didn’t have to check when I have an awesome story to tell my two besties!” The turtle cheerfully added. At the edge of the screen, you can see a yellow bowl and can hear a faint meow.

A small smile formed on Leatherhead but inwardly he was frowning as well. His friend, in true ninja form, is great at misdirection. “Almost a week, my friend”.

The smallest mutant turtle's eyes widen, “Really? It was like—three days for us,” Michelangelo compared with a faraway look.

Leatherhead pressed his teeth together, to anyone who doesn’t know the mutant, they would say he’s restraining himself from eating something, but his expression is equivalent to a human pressing their lips together, a sign of displeasure. The alligator was about to change the topic, as he didn’t like the faraway look on Michelangelo’s normally bright face, but someone beat him to the punch.

“Mikey! I need your help!” Donatello called out, snapping Michelangelo’s trance.

“Coming Dee! Sorry Leatherhead, I’ll talk to you later,” The turtle apologized, as he moved the screen to a mutant ice cream cat, “Talk with Ice Cream Kitty! You guys haven’t talked since forever!”

“…”

“… How’s the freezer?” Leatherhead awkwardly questioned.

“Meowr~”

“You’re right, that’s an awful ice breaker to start a conversation,” Leatherhead apologized.

“Meow~”

“What? I didn’t pun.”

“Meeeow~”

“Oh… I didn’t realize,”

“Meoow~” The ice cream mutant titled her head a little, “Meow?”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Meow!”

“When?”

“Meow~”

“That—”

“INTRUDERS!” A blue blur passed Leatherhead and leapt over the railings.

“Ice Cream Kitty, we’ll continue this later,” Leatherhead said goodbye to the cold mutant and ended the call.

Following the Salamandrian example, Leatherhead leapt over the railing as he saw three humans fighting Mona Lisa, Mondo Gecko, and Pigeon Pete.

“Pete!” The Leopard Gecko shouted in distress, as the human with a skull mask batted the Pigeon into a metal pillar.

Leatherhead roared as he tried to charge the masked human. But a red-haired human threw a smoke pellet at him. If Leatherhead was more clear-headed, he wouldn’t have attacked the red-haired human or the masked human, for they particularly looked like April O’Neil and Casey Jones. [1] It is fortunate that Leatherhead has a third eyelid or else he would’ve been so focused on regaining his vision than blocking a stab aimed at his underbelly.

“Mondo! Take the light out!” The only non-mutant in the Mutanimals ordered the mutant gecko.

“‘right!” The youngest mutant in the group cheekily saluted and proceeded to smash the control panel with his skateboard.

Leatherhead would’ve complimented Mona Lisa’s quick thinking of turning lights off [2] if he wasn’t busy trying to defend himself. The large mutant isn’t used on the defensive side of fighting, but his opponent is relentlessly attacking him.

But considering his redhead opponent switched with a black-haired human, that was fighting Mona Lisa. Leatherhead can see why this human hadn’t been knocked out by Mona Lisa, who is the only trained warrior in the Mutanimals with the exception of Slash.

CREEEAAAK

“What is going on!” A human-turned-monkey loudly demands. Beside the Monkey is a large snapping turtle with spikes and wearing a black bandana, carrying groceries.

“O’Neil! Jones! Opening!” The black-haired human pointed at the open garage door.

Wait. What? Did Leatherhead hear that right?

“Oh no one is leaving–” Rockwell interrupted with monkey noise, “–without giving me some answers!” [3] The former human telekinetically lifted the three human intruders into the air, and then glared at us. (Mona Lisa, Leatherhead, and Mondo Gecko)

“You can’t destroy the control panel to do the Lights off plan!” The scientist hissed angrily.

“Yeah, but I thought about how they can turn it on, so def need to destroy the panel, doc,” The youngest member of Mutanimals reasoned nonchalantly.

Dr. Rockwell’s eyes bulge in annoyance, “You're lucky I thought about this outcome and—monkey noise—made a backup panel!”

“And our little intruders are interesting.” Dr. Rockwell added as he eyed the three humans with maniacal interest.

“We ain’t telling ya’ nothin’!” Came a muffled statement from the masked human.

“Hm, yes,” Rockwell made another monkey noise, “Slash, you know where the backup panel. Take—monkey noise—Gecko with you, penance for destroying my tech.”

Slash grunted, “Let’s go, kid,” As he dropped the groceries, and walked outside.

“Not a kid!” Mondo squawked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Slash waved off the attempted correction, making Mondo offended.

Leatherhead stared at the duo bickering back and forth.

“Doctor, put them down, I want to try tying them up,” Mona Lisa enthusiastically said.

“Ah yes,” Monkey sounds, and eyes bulged for a second, “Space doesn’t have rope. Instead you alien tie with magnetic space metal.”

The Salamandrian warrior nodded, “Sometimes electricity. Burnt skin and pain make the captive more compliant.”

Leatherhead can attest. The Kraang had tied him with electricity before.

“Raphael taught me the proper ways of tying with ropes or wires. The painful and the non-painful way, and I’ve been looking for an opportunity to test my learnings” By that meaning, the non-painful is actually not painful for mutants or aliens. And maybe non-painful for trained humans only.

“And you’ll be trying…?” Leatherhead wanted to know, as Michelangelo tried teaching him once, but it was futile because Leatherhead kept accidentally cutting the wire/rope. But they did discover Leatherhead can somewhat tie someone with metal pipes in case chains aren’t available in the area.

“Wire. The painful way.”

Leatherhead felt pity for the human intruders. Michelangelo said the wire is more painful than the ropes. Unlike the ropes tied with the painful method, they irritate the skin if you try to move or escape, the wire on the other hand makes you bleed.

It took 10 minutes, as the humans tried to escape while being tied by the alien. And to Leatherhead’s surprise, the Salamandrian warrior tied the male human with the not painful method. And the fact the masked human gave her the most trouble despite being less refined than his companions.

During the 10 minutes, Slash and Mondo brought the back-up-controlled panel, which Dr. Rockwell quickly integrated into their lair system and managed to open the lights the moment Mona was finished tying the redhead human.

“Now!” Dr. Rockwell clapped and eyes bulged with enthusiasm, “These two humans!” The monkey removed the mask on the male human, “Are alternate versions of our friend April O’Neil and Casey Jones!”

That doesn’t seem outlandish since they look like adult versions of their friend. Leatherhead thought.

“And! This human is Karai!” Dr. Rockwell dramatically pointed at the black-haired human.

The proclaimed alternate Karai didn’t look like Karai in Leatherhead’s opinion.

“It seems, armour and being good at the battle is consistent for any version of Karai,” Mona Lisa complimented(?).

“You’re just going to accept that!?” Questioned the maskless Casey Jones.

“Casey…” Alternate April hissed.

The alternate Karai remained quiet as she observed them.

“Well yeah. Doc is pretty smart y’know,” Mondo answered, “Besides! Mikey told me that the multiverse exists cuz he already met an alternate version of himself… Twice!”

Alternate Universe Casey nodded hesitantly, “Okay… But all we know you guys are faking this whole alternate-whatever-situation story,” Alternate Casey Jones states with a furrowed suspicious brow.

Well, Leatherhead can’t fault this Casey Jones for being suspicious.

“We’ll call them.”

“What?”

“The turtles,” Mona specified.

“We’ll call them either way to fix this,” Slash added.

“They are the experts at this type of situation,” Rockwell said with a hint of jealousy.

“…So, you’ll untie us?” Alternate Karai asked.

“If you swear on your honour to stay until the turtles come,” Mona Lisa replied.

Alternate Karai raised her eyebrow, “You must know me intimately,” and something rest unsaid, that only Mona seemed to understand.

The alien warrior shrugged, “We have a bi-weekly girls' night out,”

Karai huffed in amusement, like she heard something funny, “I swear on my honour, I’ll stay until this universe’s turtles show up.”

Mona hummed before turning to the other humans, “How about you two?”

“Will you stay as well?”

When the alternate April O’Neil was about to speak, the garaged door opened, and garbage and rotten food is all they could smell.

“Hey, guys! I just finished an interview with—who are these humans? And why do they look like our friends?” Questioned by the newly arrived resident New York Hero, Muck Man.

Drip

dri–

GASP!

“Sensei!”

Splinter coughed relentlessly to the point he couldn’t recognize which of his sons had made him sit in a stable position. The mutant also has blurry vision.

“Whoa there sensei, take it easy,” His son rubbed his back.

It took a few minutes to not hack up his lungs and to regain his vision.

“You okay, master?” Questioned Raphael, who was leaning against a graffitied wall.

“Ye-yes, I am alright, my son.” Splinter cleared his throat, “Thank you, Donatello.”

Looking around with a clearer vision, Splinter can tell they’re in an ally way. Which the rat mutant didn’t expect to be at, being sucked into the portal. And speaking of portals…

“Where’s Leonardo?”

Seeing his three sons being together gives Splinter hope that his eldest is just reconning the area to be safe and he arrived with them. But with the expressions of his sons, Splinter’s hope wanes.

“We’re… not sure, Sensei,” Donatello took a deep breath, “Because we aren’t in our universe.”

“What do you mean, Donatello?” Splinter asked with a confused frown.

The purple-clad genius handed him a Newspaper, “While you were unconscious, Mikey and Raph did a little reconning around the area and I was protecting your body. When they’re done, Mikey found this,” The mutant turtle pointed at the newspaper date.

“August 6, 2015,” Splinter murmured in shock.

Donatello nods, “I would’ve said we’re in the future if it weren’t the fact the publishing company is different. Of course, I had taken into account the possibility of a new publishing company and future and such, but it says the company has been around since the 1887s. In our universe, it's Hearst, but here it's Hirst.”

“And don’t forget you dragged me to places!” Chimed Michelangelo.

His third oldest sighed, “And the fact I dragged Mikey to find areas that were supposed to be familiar but to only see to be slightly altered, but still related to our universe.”

“Dollar Tree is waaaay better than Cheap Shop,” Splinter’s youngest proclaimed.

“It is a little on the nose,” Donatello agreed.

“Ok, sensei is up to date. What are we going to do now?” Grunted Rapheal.

Splinter’s whiskers twitched at the small made wind.

Donatello puts a thoughtful expression, “We find this universe turtles.”

“No need,” a hoarse voice echoed through the valley.

Splinter remains in a relaxed form while his sons draw out their weapons.

Two pairs of white eyes dropped down from the fire escape stairs and stepped out of the shadows to show two giant mutant turtles.

‘Their body is completely submerged in the shadow.’ Splinter mused as he was impressed. For he knew these turtles only showed visibility because they wanted to.

“Your Don aaaaand your Leo?” Questioned Michelangelo in a disbelief tone, as he tucked away his nun-chuck.

Splinter can see why his son is in disbelief. The two mutants have different sizes. The one wearing a purple bandana—Who Splinter assumes to be Donatello—is tall and lanky, his muscles aren’t pronounced much, and his eye colour is reddish brown. While his blue bandana companion—Leonardo… Splinter’s heart is riddled with anxiety at the thought of his eldest—is smaller than this universe’s Donatello, with more pronounced muscles and his eye colour is silver-blue. While his sons have the same height, same muscles, and same eye colour, except for Michelangelo’s baby blue eyes.

“Yes, and yes,” Alternate Donatello answered dismissively, “So, what are you guys doing in our dimension? And what year is it on your end?”

“Ok–hold up. How can we be sure we can trust you,” Raphael questioned and interrupted before Donatello could answer his counterparts’ questions.

The alternate of his first and third eldest had shared an amused yet exasperated look at each other.

“From the looks of things, you act like our Raph. And if you're anything like our Raph” Alternate Donatello started, “You won’t trust our words regardless,” Alternate Leonardo finished.

“They got you there,” Donatello pointed out with an amused tone as he sheathed his Bō-staff.

Rapheal growled and grumpily crossed his arms after he sheathed his Sais. But the red-clad turtle is glaring warily at the alternate turtles.

“For your earlier questions. We didn’t mean to be here as we were forcefully sucked–“

Michelangelo laughs “Ha ha ha, suck.”

“–into a vortex. And it’s the year 2007 in our dimension.” Donatello continued as if he wasn’t interrupted.

‘Thank Spirit’

Splinter inwardly raised an eyebrow at what alternate Leonardo said. With Splinter’s ability to read lips, he managed to understand the young turtle’s words.

“Hm… What’s the source of the vortex? I might be able to replicate it.”

Donatello grimaced at the thought of the unusual source of the portal, “Stars alignment.”

“Excuse me?” Alternate Donatello stared at his son, with a gaze asking if he was joking.

“Yeah…” Unfortunately, Donatello isn’t joking.

“Right…” Came a dazed reply, “Not the weirdest transportation… What’s the stars' alignment called and how long to form?”

“Stars of Kicaan, and 3000 years to align,” Donatello answers.

“Leo?” The alternate genius turtle turned to his brother.

This universe of his eldest shook his head, “Maybe it forms on another planet,”

Alternate Universe Donatello hummed, “That is possible… Do you think Mona Lisa or Bishop has some information? Or willing to–”

Ba pa ba pa ba pa baa pa!

Alternate Leonardo was interrupted by a shell with a screen on it(?).

Splinter and his sons watched the object being tapped in the alternate blue-clad turtle’s hand and shared it with his Donatello.

“Looks like we’ll get information from Mona Lisa,” Alternate Leonardo said as he tucked away the small shell away. “We’re going to the Mutanimals,” Leonardo informed as he parkoured up to the building’s roof

“What? And where’s that?” Raphael loudly questioned, although, it sounded like a demand.

“Upper Manhattan,” Alternate Leonardo answered, not showing if he was bothered or not at Splinter’s hotheaded son tone, “And I hope you don’t mind being named by Mikey,” The alternate blue-clad turtled added.

“What about being named by me?” Michelangelo curiously asked as they followed his alternate brother’s example.

“Mikey–well our Mikey–likes naming things. Villains, people, or objects.” Alternate Leonardo explained.

“And if you named something without him, he’ll sulk for days,” The alternate purple-clad genius rolled his eyes.

Raphael scowled, “Why the fuck does he want to name us? We already have names!”

“Because there are two versions of each of us. So, he’ll want to name you or us. And judging by the text, Raph successfully threaten him to name you guys instead,” Alternate Donatello explained.

“Alright,” All six mutants dropped down in front of a vehicle, “Meet my baby, Shellraiser,” Alternate Donatello presented in a proud ‘Ta-Da’ position.

“Woah…”

The alternate version of his son revelled in the amazed look from Splinter’sfamily.

“Make yourself at home, But! Don’t break anything! Or dirty anything!” Alternate Donatello said as he sat in front of multiple monitors. While his brother sat at the steering wheel.

“Alright,” Alternate Leonardo secured his seatbelt, “Thirty-six minutes away from upper Manhattan,” The mutant set the Stick Shift.

Vrrrroooooooommm

“違う亀ですか？” Questioned Karai to the kneeling ninja. She had just been informed by one of her chuunin, who knows about her mutation and her other family members and even met them, about a Mutant Turtle with a blue bandana and twin katanas, that isn’t her brother.

“はい、カライさま” The ninja confirmed.

Karai sighed, “彼はどこにいる？”

“河童は会議室にいますよ、カライさま。” The ninja answered diligently.

Karai waved her hand, “解雇する” and the ninja disappeared.

Karai stayed still for a few moments, “Shinigami,” Karai turned to her Chuunin[4], “What do you think?”

“On whether this is an actual yokai tricking us or just an alternate version of your brothers?” Shinigami questioned, as she sat on Karai’s desk.

Karai let out a small smile, as she intertwines their fingers together, “Both.”

Shini hummed before magicking a flower, “Let’s pick Dendrobium petals, and see our answer,”

“Kame”

Pick

“Brother”

Fall

“Kame”

Pick

“Brother”

Fall

“Kame”

Pick

“Brother”

Fall

“Kame”

Pick

“Brother”

Fall

Karai watched as Shinigami plucked off the petals and let them fall to the ground until the last petal is in her hand.

“Brother,” Shinigami eyed the dendrobium petal with a Cheshire smile.

Shinigami let the petal fall to Karai’s palm. Which the Jounin [5] eyed.

“Tell Daisuke to put other Leo in a box–“ Karai paused as a mischievous idea formed in her head, “Actually–put him in a closet, and the inside must have these colours,” Karai handed a piece of paper, “And appoint a flight to New York.”

“As you wished,” Shinigami dramatically bowed and disappeared in a puff of smoke in her wake.

[1] Knowing these two humans looking like Leatherhead’s friends would compromise him. It would feel like he’s attacking his friends. Mona on the other hand thinks these humans were playing a dirty trick to look like her friends, by looking like her friends, these humans thinks she won’t attack them.

[2] Salamander, Leopard Gecko, and Crocodiles has better night vision than humans. Leatherhead is a mixed mutant between Alligator-Crocodile-Human

[3] I’m not typing OOOO-AAAA-OO for monkey noises.

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Raven Guard Training

Livia: You want to watch us train?

Jaseem: If it's not too much, yes, I do...

Livia: *Glances at the others then nods* Very well, since you're a guest, I shall allow you to watch us train

Epel: *Grins* I'm first!

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Jaseem: *Stares in shock, watching Epel*

Epel: HAHA! *Leaps into a bush of thorns, hopping across the top then landing*

Deuce: Nice Epel!

Epel: *Grins at the glaring hippo's, then leaps across from ones back to another*

Jaseem: Isn't this dangerous!?

Livia: Not for my bestie, it's not! GO EPEL!!

Epel: *Leaps over snapping crocodiles, climbing up a cliff and grabbing the bell at the top*

Floyd: *Cheers with Rook, both laughing* NICE ONE!!

Rook: Oui! Now it's my turn!

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Rook: *Dashes into the darkness the sounds of bowling coyotes and squeaking bats coming from the tunnel*

Jaseem: *Watches from a tablet* You guys are insane

Rook: *Walks through the darkness, scanning the rocks* Where are you?

Rook: *Leaps down then peeks into a little crevice*

Rook: Aha! *Leaps down into a hole the camera cutting off*

Livia: *Looks up grinning*

Rook: *Runs out of the darkness, a raven on his shoulder*

Livia: *Grins as Deevin landed on her shoulder* Nice one Rook!

Epel: That was awesome!

Floyd: Amazing~

Deuce: You were great!

Rook: Why thank you!

Floyd: I'm next!

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Floyd: *Pops his joins then charges forward slamming into an elephant sized boulder, pushing it across the ground*

Livia and Deuce: COME ON FLOYD!! YOU GOT IT! COME ON!

Floyd: *Grins starting to speed up* YEAH!!!

Floyd: *Shoves the boulder down a hill, sending it rolling till it got caught in the mud*

Room: *Whistles, clapping*

Deuce: Nice one!

Epel: You're great!

Livia: Nice job, Floyd!

Jaseem: *Watches them silently* They trust each other immensely...

Deuce: My turn!

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Livia: On your mark

Deuce: *Grins*

Livia: Get set....GO!!

Deuce: *Takes off, running into a torch lit tunnel*

Livia: *Turns her tablet on, watching with the others from the installed cameras*

Deuce: *Leaps from one rock to another, grinning as he leaped over hissing rattlesnakes landing on the other side*

Epel: Awesome!

Deuce: *Runs up a smooth boulder nearly slipping but caught his footing, leaping to a ledge then leaping back onto the path*

Floyd: Go, go, go!

Deuce: Ready or not....HERE SPEED COMES!!

Deuce: *Speeds up, running faster, his hair flying behind him*

Livia: *Sets the tablet down grinning as she looked at the tunnel exit*

Deuce: *Runs out, slowing to a stop as he caught it breath*

Livia: That was AWESOME!!

Epel: You did so well!

Rook: Your jumps were magnifico!

Floyd: Nice job, heheh!

Livia: Now it's my turn!

Jaseem: *Looks at Livia, wondering what hers was*

~~~~

Jaseem: *Stares in shock, his eyes wide*

Livia: *Dodges lunging cobras, hissing at them as she leapt from one spot to another*

Livia: *Leaps over a lunging viper, landing on a rock then climbing up, dodging scorpions*

Epel: GO LIV!

Rook: *Grins looking impressed* Shes gotten better~

Floyd: Yeah, yeah!

Deuce: Come on Liv!!

Livia: *Turns and roars, a strong wind blasting past her sending the scorpions, cobra's and viper's flying backwards*

Epel and Deuce: *Cheers, wide smiles on their faces* AWESOME!!!

Rook: What a lovely roar!

Floyd: Haha! A strong one too

Jaseem: *Stares at the group, watching them gather together* ...wow..

Cater: Raven Guard! Theirs a brawl in the cafeteria!

Livia: *Runs off, grinning* Till our villain school ends?!

Deuce, Epel, Rook and Floyd: *Follows behind her* RAVEN GUARD DEFENDS!!

Jaseem: *Watches them go, then glances at the different training spots* They really trust each other....

@anxious-twisted-vampire

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