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octolingkiera · 5 months

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i love the twins so much 😭😭😭😭 i have so many feelings about them. so many thoughts. they live in my brain rent free

this is a part of @sariphantom's Rise August prompts

check out the fic on ao3 to get the full experience!!

Prompt: Day 2: Disaster Twins

Summary:

No one really remembers who said it first. Maybe it was Splinter in an effort to put to rest the debate of who was older. Maybe it was Leo and his need for connection with his family. Maybe it was Donnie in his unwavering devotion in unorthodox ways.

It didn’t really matter in the end. Leo and Donnie, Donnie and Leo, two for one special, peas in a pod, buy one get one, twins for life, for love, by choice.

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It doesn’t really matter in the end. Leo and Donnie, Donnie and Leo, two for one special, peas in a pod, buy one get one, twins for life, for love, by choice.

April didn’t understand it when she was very young. When she wasn’t quite a preteen, when she was just desperate for friends, when she found all and more in silly little group of green boys who stumbled into her life with wide eyes and naïve hope.

She didn’t understand it, but she wanted to.

She wanted to know what it was like to always have someone by your side, a partner in crime, a guaranteed player two, your equal and opposite in every way.

She remembers she asked Raph about it, desperate to understand her new friends. She didn’t know them all that well yet and she was so scared they would stop being friends with her—a ridiculous and unfounded fear, looking back—so she wanted to know how to avoid stepping on any potential conversational landmines regarding Leo and Donnie.

“How can they be twins?” April asked. “I thought twins were supposed to look the same?” She knows now that her question is silly and not all twins are identical, but she was eight and had never met any twins before, let alone heard of the concept of being fraternal twins.

“They just are,” Raph told her with absolute certainty as Donnie and Leo tussle around the floor of the projector room, Mikey indiscriminately cheering them on from the side. Donnie was currently winning, pressing Leo plastron side down on the floor. Leo was screeching and flailing but couldn’t get enough leverage to free himself.

As Raph and April watched on, Leo managed to flip positions with Donnie, then flopped down on Donnie’s soft shell, chest to back. He folded his arms on the back of Donnie’s shoulders and laid his head down like he intended to fall asleep. Donnie wriggled for a few moments, then pillowed his own head in his arms, huffing. In an instant, the fight left both of them, exchanged instead for large yawns and sleepy (and victorious, in Leo’s case) smiles.

April frowned and thought very hard. They just are, huh? She supposed it made sense. There was a lot of things that just were. You didn’t always have to understand them for them to be true.

Maybe this could be one of them.

Donnie would never admit it, not in a million years, but there was nothing he loved more than being Leo’s twin. It just made sense to him in a way that only machines and technology and science did. Leo and Donnie were twins that that was that, no more questions, thank you, goodnight.

For once, science fell by the wayside to make room for the emotional and illogical. Logically, Donnie knew that the two of them could physically not be twins. For one, turtles hatch from eggs and typically in clutches of several at once, so it was impossible for them to be twins in the sense that humans are. For another, the two are separate species entirely, from different scientific families, even, and were only related to each other in the way that they are both turtles—and have the same mutant rat father.

Dad never shied away from telling him that they were all his sons in every way that mattered. Growing up, he never told them that he was a human that was mutated into a rat, just that he was their father and he saved them from where they had been mutated from. When Donnie would push for answers, Splinter would just smile and shake his head, telling him, “You may not have come from me, but you are mine anyway.”

Donnie, of course, always took this as a challenge. He was never able to do serious, extensive testing as a child, and never cared to once he was old enough to craft the equipment needed for such experiments himself, but he could do research and think and infer. He figured there had to be some shared commonality between himself and his brothers—despite their differences, they all share quite a few similarities that could only come from one distinct source such as facial structures and physique. None of them was “more turtle” than the rest, regardless of childhood behaviors or interests.

These similarities always seemed especially highlighted with Leo and Donnie. Being the two closest in physical and mental developmental milestones, the two of them often, and nearly without fail, matched each other through all of life’s twists and turns. Whether it was losing teeth, first words and steps, even their height, the two of them aged in tandem, experienced life hand in hand, side by side, step for step.

Twins, in every way that truly mattered. Ride or die, together forever, only ‘til death do us part.

It’s why, after the invasion, Donnie is so indescribably furious, seething with a frothing anger that shares headspace only with a hysterical sense of premature grief that has no outlet.

Leo’s still here, but for five, ten minutes, he wasn’t, and Donnie thought he would have to learn how to live with that.

Leo loves being Donnie’s twin, and for better or for worse, he doesn’t care who knows. (As long as no one tells Donnie—it’s an understood thing between them, no words needed. Please. Neither one of them would be able to handle a talk about that.)

It’s great, awesome, amazing, having someone that’s right by your side your whole life. Don’t get him wrong, he loves Raph and Mikey too and he would do anything for them without question, but it’s different with Donnie. There’s just something there, some extra special connection that he can’t put into words, but he, they, know it’s there, sitting between them like it always has and always will.

When they were kids, they almost never separated. It was rare to find one without the other, or if they were, then it was brief, within line of sight or range of hearing; apart, but not really. They were each other’s confidants, their lockboxes of secrets, the ones they whispered everything and nothing to. Back when they were tiny, still small enough to fit in two hands, before Leo started talking and never stopped, before Donnie bloomed into his intelligence like the prodigy he is, they would cry if they were out of physical contact for longer than ten minutes.

Splinter likes to tell them stories of their early childhood sometimes. He talks about how Raph was already trying to wrangle his little brothers together, how Mikey was just so cuddly and affectionate, how Leo and Donnie were Leo-and-Donnie, a pair, a set, do not separate.

Point is, they were closer as children, much closer, indescribably closer.

Then they grew up, they learned about the world, they developed different hobbies, they came into their personalities, they built up walls, and Leo-and-Donnie became Leo and Donnie.

It makes him sad sometimes, to think about how close they used to be, and how things have had to change. He wants to cling to that childhood where the worst thing was learning there would never be a new Lou Jitsu movie, or reaching the end of his favorite Jupiter Jim adventure. He wishes he could take back everything he said that implied he wanted this new distance between them, this yawning abyss he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to cross again.

He wants his brother back the way they used to be, but he knows it’s just a pipe dream by now.

“I’m mad at you,” Donnie says after the invasion, once Leo can stay awake longer than ten minutes at a time. “I can’t believe you. How could you?”

Leo just looks at him for a long minute, eyes dark and searching. “I did what I had to do.”

“What you thought you had to do,” Donnie corrects, hands clenching into fists. He shoves them into his thighs, knuckle first. “You could have done something else. We could have done something else.”

“There was no time,” Leo says, and he sounds so tired. “It was do or die.”

Donnie flinches. “Don’t say that.” He came so close to making that a reality.

“Sorry,” Leo says, then continues, “but thats why I had to. I couldn’t let you die.”

Donnie’s glare is fierce and wild. “So we should have let you? Is that what you’re trying to say to me? Really?”

“Of course not,” Leo says, almost before Donnie is finished speaking, and it’s so genuine, so sincere, it gives Donnie pause. “I love you guys, so much, more than you’ll ever know. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to leave you.”

“But you still did,” Donnie says, voice losing its strength. “We almost lost you. For good. No take backs.” He takes a deep breath, holds it for several counts, then exhales. “I almost lost you.”

Leo stares down at the scratchy medbay blanket on his lap and grips in tight in his hand. “It wasn’t a decision I wanted to make.” His voice breaks on his next words. “I promise.”

Donnie stares at him, tears he’s been trying to ignore beading in the corners of his eyes. Leo isn’t one to make promises lightly, never has been, likely never will be. For someone who lies and pretends and twists the truth as much as Leo does, he’s kept every promise he’s ever made.

Except for one.

“You left me,” Donnie says, barely more than a whisper. “You promised we’d be together forever.”

“‘Til death do us part,” Leo recites part of their childhood pact, lifting his head to stare towards the wall, eyes wet and distant.

Donnie sucks in a too-fast breath. He tries to regulate his breathing. They need to have this talk and he can’t ruin it by crying. He and Leo haven’t had a conversation this honest since they were both thirteen and wide-eyed, sneaking out to spend time on the surface by themselves, sitting on empty rooftops to commiserate about their lives and wallow in their new teen angst together. He can’t ruin this.

“We promised we’d grow old together.” Donnie barks a laugh, startling them both with the suddenness of it. “Sixteen isn’t old.”

“It was when we were six,” Leo jokes, like he can’t help himself. He sniffles and shakes his head immediately afterwards.

Donnie can’t even find it in himself to scold his brother. The anger has died, withered away, and all that’s left is the fear and the grief and the soul shattering feeling that nothing will be the same again. He’s mourning for a reality that no longer exists, for the brother that isn’t dead, for the broken promise that is technically no longer broken. All these big feelings have nowhere to go, nothing to aim at, so they’re just bunched up in his head, in his chest, and they’re pressing against his rib cage and skull with nowhere to go.

“We can’t do this again,” Donnie finally says a few minutes later. “This—we can’t let this happen again.”

“Technically we didn’t let anything happen,” Leo says, voice quiet, like he’s hoping he won’t be heard.

Donnie hears him anyway. Donnie always hears him. “But it did.” He grits his teeth, thinking. He takes a deep breath that shakes on the way out. “New promise,” he says, because it’s all he can do.

Leo finally turns and looks at him again, wide-eyed and expectant.

“Promise me that if you can’t find a way out,” he reaches over to grab Leo’s hand, squeezing tight, “then you tell me, so we can find a way out together.”

“What if there’s not a way out?” Leo asks, fingers tightening over Donnie’s. “What if there’s nothing else to do? What if there’s only one way to fix everything?”

Donnie hears the unspoken questions. What if the only way to save the day, to stop the bad guy, to save the world, is to risk life and limb and potentially never return?

Self-sacrifice is, unfortunately, a family tradition.

“Then we go together.” Simple as that.

Leo’s breath hitches, and he tries to pull away, but Donnie holds on with all his strength. “I can’t,” Leo croaks, tears threatening to spill over. “Tello, I could never.”

“You can,” Donnie asserts. He shakes the hand in his grip. “I’m not giving you a choice here, Nardo.”

Leo shakes his head, cheeks wet. “I don’t want that for you.”

“And I don’t want this for you.” Donnie gestures to the medbay and the assorted machines attached to Leo with his free hand. The heart monitor, still attached, but nearly muted, has almost outgrown its usefulness, as Leo is out of the danger zone, but the steady beep-beep-beep of the machine has become a soothing backdrop for this trying time. Donnie doesn’t have the heart to turn it off quite yet, pun not intended.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” Donnie adds, once it’s clear Leo isn’t going to reply, too preoccupied with squeezing his eyes closed to staunch the flow of tears. “Twins for life, remember?”

“‘Til we’re old and wrinkly,” Leo whispers, breathing through the tears, silently weeping.

Donnie blinks hard and the tears in his own eyes finally spill over. “Exactly.”

“I’m sorry,” Leo cries, jolting in a hiccup that clearly hurts his still healing everything. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not okay, not really, but it will be,” Donnie says. Then, because Leo needs to hear this more than anything else, he adds, “I forgive you.” Then, for the real kicker, “It’s not your fault.”

Leo outright sobs, and Donnie surges forward to wrap his brother up in his arms, gathering him close as he’s overcome with emotion. Donnie holds on as tight as he dares, then even tighter when Leo clings back like Donnie will disappear if he starts to let go. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Leo buries his face in Donnie’s shoulder. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. It’s okay. We’re all okay. It’s not your fault.”

When Raph comes by later to deliver their dinner, he finds Leo and Donnie curled up side by side on the bed, arms and legs tangled together with tubes and wires, foreheads and shoulders touching, fingers threaded, fast asleep. In that moment, superimposed over the image, he sees two much smaller turtles, back when they were Leo-and-Donnie, before they grew up and away and apart. They’ve crashed back together now, and it settles something in Raph that he hadn’t realized was off.

He smiles as he leaves the room. He’ll let them sleep just a little longer.

But first, he needs to take some pictures.

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise august art challenge #rise august #kiera writes fics #disaster twins #i love them so much #sobs

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dahlia-shifts · 20 days

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Introduction (METANOIA DR)

Time Ratio : 1 Hour CR = 3 Months DR

First Shift : November 01, 2016

Group's K-Profile

Metanoia (메타노이아) is a girl-group under SM Entertainment. It consists of 6 members: Nalina, Essy, QiaoNing, Jia, Lilith and Jinsoo. They officially debuted on July 14, 2017.

Metanoia Fandom Name : Chance (첸스)

Metanoia Official Colors : Cobalt Blue and Baby Pink

Metanoia Members

Face Claim : owl_rachel_q.p on insta

Stage Name : Nalina 나리나 Birth Name : Choi Narin 최 나린 Birthday : May 18, 1997 Positions : Leader, Main Rapper, Main Dancer, Center Sign : Taurus Height : 168cm Representative Emoji : 🦋 Representative Color : Blue Nationality : Korean MBTI : ESTP

Face Claim : yiyeisabella on insta

Stage Name : Essy 에씨 Birth Name : Liu Ya Mei (刘亚梅) Birthday : September 04, 1997 Positions : Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer Sign : Virgo Height : 173cm Representative Emoji : 🐶 Representative Color : Yellow Nationality : Chinese MBTI : INFJ

Face Claim : iamazhai on insta

Stage Name : QiaoNing 차오닝 Birth Name : Ning Qiao Hui (宁巧慧) Birthday : September 22, 1998 Positions : Main Vocalist, Visual Sign : Virgo Height : 168cm Representative Emoji : 🐢 Representative Color : Red Nationality : Chinese MBTI : ISFP

Face Claim : wested_arin on insta

Stage Name : Jia 지아 Birth Name : Jennifer Park Birthday : August 16, 2000 Positions : Lead Vocalist, Main Dancer, Sub Rapper Sign : Leo Height : 170cm Representative Emoji : 🐱 Representative Color : Pink Nationality : Korean-American MBTI : ENFJ

*MEEEEEE* Resemblance Claim : Karina (aespa)

Stage Name : Lilith 릴리스 Birth Name : *CR NAME*/Lilith Suh Birthday : December 08, 2000 Positions : Main Rapper, Lead Vocalist, Lead Dancer, FOTG Sign : Sagittarius Height : 163cm Representative Emoji : 🦜 Representative Color : Green Nationality : Bulgarian MBTI : INFP

Face Claim : ro.junghwa on insta

Stage Name : Jinsoo 진수 Birth Name : Lee Jinsoo 이 진수 Birthday : October 19, 2001 Positions : Lead Vocal, Lead Dancer, Visual, Maknae Sign : Libra Height : 172cm Representative Emoji : 🐼 Representative Color : Purple Nationality : Korean MBTI : ENFP

About Me/Background Information

Born Dec 08, 2000; Lived in Bulgaria until I turned 10, then I moved to Chicago with my father, since my parents had split up prior to this. My half-brother and mother remained in Bulgaria.

I was neighbors with NCT’s Johnny at that time, and he would often babysit me when he was home and not in Korea training. He even taught me some Korean. I was very close with him and his mom, since my father would not be home for a long periods of time, due to his drinking problems. In mid 2012, the Suh family adopted me, and my father’s parenting rights were taken away.

Since they have a home in Korea as well, they took me there as Johnny began training full time at that time and they wanted to be close to him. Once I was on a walk with Myoryon (Johnny’s mom) and a scouting agent from Pledis Ent. decided I should become a trainee, so after a lot of thoughts and consideration, she let me audition.

My biological mother found out about all of this and was very against it, but I just didn’t pay attention to her and began doing what I wanted. I trained since the beginning of 2013, which is when I met Dino (SVT) and we became very close, but Pledis kicked me out, so I auditioned for JYP and SM, and got accepted in both, but chose SM, since Johnny was training there.

When I moved to SM I didnt know many people, since not many of them spoke english, so I often stayed alone, but then my member Jia began training and we became best friends.

#ღ dahlia shifts #shiftblr #reality shifting #shifting realities #shifting #shifting consciousness #desired reality #reality shift #shifting motivation #reality shifter #shift

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oceana-official · 1 year

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( 🐢 ) . . . — LEE SOHEE, better known as CORDELIA, is a korean artist under BIGHIT ENTERTAINMENT. she's the second member announced of OCEANA, as a MAIN DANCER, SUB VOCALIST & SUB RAPPER.

in the group's story line, she is the SECOND PRINCESS in the kingdom of oceana.

( ⚓ ) . . . — BASICS !!

BIRTH NAME : lee sohee

KOREAN NAME : lee sohee ( hangul: 이소희 )

NICKNAMES : soso, delia, cor, lia, hee

BIRTHDAY : 17 august, 2001

BIRTH PLACE : Jeju, South Korea

ZODIAC SIGN : leo

NATIONALITY : korean

ETHNICITY : korean

FAMILY : mother and father, one younger brother ( 2006 )

LANGUAGES : korean (native), english (90%), japanese (60%)

( 🐚 ) . . . — BODY !!

HEIGHT : 165 cm (5’5″)

BLOOD TYPE : A+

BODY MODIFICATION : earlobe piercings on both ears, one tattoo in each arm, one on left ankle.

FACE CLAIM : shin ryujin ( itzy )

( 🦭 ) . . . — PERSONALITY !!

STRENGTHS : dance, dedication, kind, adaptable, great personality.

FLAWS : self critical, stage fright, overthinking, short temper

( 🪸 ) . . . — MEMBER'S INFO. !

STAGE NAME : CORDELIA

AGENCIES : bighit Entertainment ( 2016 - now )

TRAINING PERIOD : 1 year

GROUP : ØCEANA ( 2017 - now )

POSITION(S) : main dancer, sub vocalist, sub rapper

INDIVIDUAL FANDOM : rhythmix(s)

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI : 🐢

( 🦀 ) . . . — MISC. TRIVIA !

cordelia has been dancing since a young age and quickly established herself as a standout performer with her exceptional dance skills. Her natural talent and dedication to training have allowed her to become the main dancer of the group.

Sohee actively contributes to the group's choreography, often incorporating her unique style and innovative moves. Her creativity and input help shape Oceana's performances and add an extra flair to their dance routines.

she was the only person that all the members collectively agreed on who was the hardest to approach first.

She has high standards for herself and strives for perfection in her craft. She is meticulous in her attention to detail, constantly seeking ways to refine her dance skills and deliver flawless performances.

she often goes viral for her rbf and a strong persona but once she smiles she looks like the softest person ever.

she is often mistaken for the actress han sohee as the two look alike.

sohee did not get along with the youngest for the first few months of their introduction as she thought the youngest seemed too arrogant. But now they're the ones with the best relationship.

she often tiers herself with all the schedules and with coming up with choreographs for their songs. but she assures fans that she's doing alright both physically and mentally.

although all the members have moved out of their dorms and into their own places, it was surprising to know that her and her fellow member Blaire are neighbours.

#‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀ʬ.ʬ.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀(⠀⠀&.⠀⠀)⠀...⠀cordelia.#fake oc #fictional idol group #fictional kpop community #fake kpop member #fake kpop gg #fake kpop idol #fictional kpop idol #kpop incorrect quotes #kpop girls #kpop packs #kpop oc #kpop original character #kpop imagines #ryujin #shin ryujin #shin ryunjin icons #bighit entertainment #hybe labels

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multiplicity-positivity · 1 year

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In reference to the anon who asked about your thoughts on transplurality I think that these asks and resources will be more informative then the face value assumptions of transplurality. Transplural being addressed in asks 1. Addressed By @sophieinwonderland in these asks https://www.tumblr.com/sophieinwonderland/706236561835098112/thoughts-on-transplurality?source=share and https://sophieinwonderland.tumblr.com/post/689896486098567168/i-noticed-you-answered-an-ask-about 2. Addressed By @symphonyofravens in this ask https://www.tumblr.com/symphonyofravens/711900753581752320/are-yall-pro-transid-like-transtrauma?source=share Transplural Resources 1. https://transplural.carrd.co/ 2. https://transid.fandom.com/wiki/Transplural 3. https://www.tumblr.com/transpluralsunite Have a lovely day! Just thought that you'd want this information even if the anon ask was so long ago.

hey, so a few things:

our opinion on transplural hasn’t changed since last august. i’ll paraphrase from then:

we do not support or advocate for trans-id labels and identities. we believe that transplural as a label is unnecessary - if you feel plural, you can identify as plural. if you want to be plural, but aren’t, there are tools out there to help singlets become plural. self-identified transplurals are welcome to follow our blog, but we won’t make positivity posts for them. because we feel like it co-opts language from trans people (meaning transgender people), and as a label, we feel it’s genuinely not necessary (you can just call yourself plural, or a questioning system, or something similar).

we apologize if this disappoints anyone. this comes from our place of understanding, and with the intention of protecting fellow trans systems (transgender systems. when we say trans we expressly mean transgender, an issue of language that trans-id muddies).

🐢 kip

and a personal note under a cut about the sources:

1. our system does not engage with nor do we support sophieinwonderland. we used to have a lot of respect for her, but over the past few months we’ve seen her make some incredibly harmful, wrong assumptions about complex dissociative disorders, and as a system we cannot continue to follow her knowing the hurtful misinformation she has spread about cdds. we’re a did system, so seeing someone we used to look up to and respect cause blatant harm to cdd systems with a refusal to acknowledge the concerns of those systems, idk it makes us feel icky. so we don’t respect her opinion anymore and don’t engage with her account.

2. we disagree respectfully with symphonyofravens. we don’t feel like the label makes sense and think it over complicates the concept of questioning plurality and developing systemhood. we don’t think transplurals need to call themselves “trans” at all. they can simply call themselves plural, and they’ll always be welcome here, even if they’re questioning or aren’t sure if they’re plural or are just beginning the process of creating a thoughtform or soulbond.

the three further resources you’ve provided don’t really change our mind on this topic. sorry.

again, transplurals are welcome to follow and interact. but in general we do not support trans-ids, we are not a fan of the label, and as a trans system we find it a bit offensive.

we don’t believe in label policing, but it becomes complicated when the label itself harms other marginalized groups and co-opts language from their movements. especially when there already were labels for those experiences (like “questioning” and even “plural singlet”).

thank you. our apologies if this offends or upsets anyone, but it’s our genuine opinion and at this point we will stand by that.

#transplural #discourse

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nctallure · 11 months

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YUJIN, was born on the 12th of august, 1995 in gunpo, gyeonggi province, south korea to a bakery owner mother and kindergarten teacher father. she is the second oldest member in the group but the youngest in her family. yujin has an older sister born in 1993. growing up, yujin did not like any of her relatives, being compared to her sister and constantly being called names by them for the way she looked was a lot for a little child to take in. thankfully, she had her loving father by her side. he made sure to spoil the little girl a lot. as a kid yujin always wanted to be an actress, acting for her parents and sister whenever she had the chance to.

when she turned 14 she got casted by a SM staff while coming out of YG after auditioning there. yujin thought the female staff was giving her number to her so she took it, however, she called the number only to realise that it was a company number. she gave it a shot and got in. yujin was a very popular member of SM ROOKIES. everyone were amazed by her beauty. the public speculated that she would be debuting with red velvet and were quite disapointed when she wasn't mentioned in the line up.

yujin was the third member to be announced. everyone was seated for her debut, she brought in majority of the fandom because of her insane popularity during her rookie years. yujin is the second most popular member of the group, not too far away from riley.

━━ ✿ PERSONAL INFORMATION ⭒

birth name. kim yujin

date of birth. 12 august 1995

place of birth. gunpo, gyeonggi province, south korea

zodiac. leo

languages spoken. korean, english, japanese

ethnicity. korean

nationality. south korean

relationship status. single

love affair. n/a

family members. mom, dad, older sister

━━ ✿ GROUP INFORMATION ⭒

stage name. yujin

debut date. 28 july 2016

positions. main vocalist, sub rapper

debut song. boombayah

representative emoji. 🐰🐢

━━ ✿ PHYSICAL INFORMATION ⭒

face claim. kim jisoo

height. 162cm ( 5'3 )

blood type. ab positive

━━ ✿ TRIVIAL INFORMATION ⭒

education. SOPA

favorite musician. sza, yerin baek

favorite songs. love language ( sza ) bye bye my blue ( yerin baek ) anywhere but home ( nabi )

ideal type. ❛ i really like people with cat eyes but i don't mind. they have to be kind if they want to marry me and a member's sibling is a big no no. ❜ job if she wasn't an idol. ❛ an actress of course. ❜

#ʚɞ ALLURE ˒ . yujin ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 !#fictional kpop idol #fictional kpop oc #fictional kpop group #fictional kpop community #oc girl group #kpop oc girl group #oc group #nct addition #nct female unit #nct added member #nct

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alyjojo · 8 months

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Past Life 🗿 Karmic Spread August 2023 - Virgo

Gender I’m Picking Up On (in the past life): Male in past life, Trans female in this one

Who You Were: The Hierophant, The Magician rev & 6 Cups

What You Did: 5 Wands & 8 Swords

How It Ended: Justice

What Karma Was Brought With You: King of Pentacles & 7 Pentacles

Who You Brought With You: 8 Cups & 2 Cups

Additional energy: 4 Swords

Past Life Oracle: Spirituality & Religion, Food & Hunger, Finances

Dreaming Way: Book & Mask

Charm:

Rose 🌹 on The Hierophant (overall energy)

White Heart 🤍 on The High Priestess

Turtle 🐢 on 4 Swords

Comb 👱🏽‍♀️on The Empress

Whew. This one is gonna be controversial to the religious and trans communities alike…hot damn. Pissing everyone off in one day, that’s cool 🤦‍♀️

Disclaimer: In this reading, it appears that being a trans woman is karmic “punishment” for being a dick to lesbians via religion and very conservative, burning in hellfire type of beliefs in the past. I do NOT choose the messages, nor do I personally see the trans experience as a punishment whatsoever…though it may feel that way to them at times & I can understand that. All of that just needs to be said. I’ve seen several cases already where this is *not* everyone’s story regarding a trans experience, and I don’t mean to offend anyone. With that being said…

In the past, you were an extremely religious…well, sham. You were a sham, the villain of this batch of past lives. For impressions, I got the holy man in Robin Hood…like you’re stealing money and “taxes” right along with the Sheriff or whoever, with no real care or consideration of the people looking to you for prayer and guidance, many of which were poor and needed your help. Your beliefs were genuine, but your actions were not, and I’m not sure how you justified yourself to yourself, but you did. Rather large ego here, feeling powerful and righteous.

Whatever kind of holy man you were, you were a married one. But that marriage too, was a sham. You and your person played the role of divine counterparts, and they are a soulmate, just a different kind. I’m getting you knew them from a very young age, there could have been some level of an arranged or manipulated marriage with this as well. Your parents were friends or something, there could’ve been a literal contract or payment. I get a Middle Eastern region from this story, but none of the larger countries I know of, it feels very small, but strictly controlled.

Your wife was gay, and had a partner they loved very deeply, romantically, sensually, this was their actual person. I get it was played off as more of a best friend, or a helper?, they were inseparable, you thought nothing of it. With White Heart on The High Priestess, I get their love being pure, genuine, and their lies were not intend to hurt anyone but to protect each other. They really loved each other. When you found out, I get it was a dramatic scene, you were FURIOUS. I don’t get that you ever told anyone, or tried to divorce, though it may have been allowed in your case, but it was your reputation you were considering. Both with the people around (beneath) you, and…Allah. Which was more hated, sin that was technically not yours, divorce, or silence thereby being an accomplice to this sin? You were heavily conflicted, this played on your mind in a loop, constant worry & fear, for the rest of your life. Death was a sweet release, you felt like you were leaving “The Devil” behind and could finally be free. You felt deeply victimized by this situation, even though you were victimizing others on a daily basis with no regard.

In this life, you are not cruel 🙏 Though it may be perceived that way by one particular romantic relationship. I get you being a grown man, late 30’s-40’s, who has recently discovered or experimented with your more feminine nature…that’s probably always existed on some level. I don’t get a shocking discovery for you, but absolutely one for someone who knows you and has committed to you as the King of Pentacles. This person has come with you from the past life, clarification shows they’re someone who worked with you, on some level they were in on this mistreatment of people as well. You could be deciding to leave them, but more likely they’re deciding to leave you because this revelation has pulled the rug out from under them…they don’t really know you, and can’t wrap their head around this in the way that you would need them to in order accept you. A very painful experience. It’s for the best & you seem to understand that. Or will. I get once you transition, this former life is dead to you.

The problem is the transition, you want to go with the full surgery, but can’t afford it, there is much time passing, and saving up involved. Your whole life is just feeling comfortable in your own skin, with the added difficulty of losing a lot of people you were once close to. Friends too. They think you’re being foolish or going through a phase, many of them probably have very different beliefs than you, and healing from things they may have said or done in response to who you really are, will take a long time to heal. Some of them you may have expected more from. There is also a period of a lot of alone time, Hermit, maybe too much. You don’t seek people out, because of those that have already put you down, but there are people like you all over the world and you only need to join the right groups and go to the right places in order to find them. Tumblr is a good one 💯 But it’s not the only one.

I do see you finding someone else, a person you can deeply commit to, and the love being unconditional between you. Weirdly enough, they could work in a spiritual profession, or you meet them in a spiritual sort of way, a Pagan fair comes to mind, tarot readers, or even an online community like “Trans Christians” or something. You know it exists, everything exists. You are still traditional but in a non traditional way, and the way you love, how you believe you should treat people, what you want from others - all of this is morally & ethically sound. You’re a good person this time, after you’ve had this very difficult experience, with a lot of endings and healing, I get a major soul awakening and a feeling of “leveling up” once you accept yourself for who you are. Being kind to you & loving you is the karma.

#Virgo tarot reading #past life #karma #karmic #past life reading #august 2023 #Virgo #tarot

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sparky-selfships · 9 months

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hiii so im copy-pasting my old f/o list/intro from my old account and making a few changes because that account is a year old. everyone on this list is romantic although i have a million comfort characters/platonic f/os and im not listing them here because there are so many. (also i would prefer if self-proclaimed "fictosexuals/fictoromantics" didnt interact with me because i view those terms as invalid, i mean you do what you want im not telling you whats wrong but please just dont talk to me. thank you!)

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hiya ^_^ im sparky and this is my selfship blog!! i don't mind any pronouns (although i use feminine terms to describe myself) and i interact and follow from @alixmaestra. my f/o list is down below (bolded = not ok with sharing, italic = current main f/o (also this blog is a work in progress so some of these tags arent up yet but they eventually will be!!)

chongyun (genshin impact) - july or august 2021 i think?? not entirely sure (tag: ❄frozen ardor❄)

heizou (genshin impact) - forgot the exact day but sometime in summer of 2022, probably may)

kamek (smb) - mid-june 2022 (tag: mekky)

zip toad (pmttyd) - beginning of october 2022 (tag: 🍄🌟❕)

mark berskii (p:eg) - crushed on him starting on january 26, 2023 but didnt start shipping with him until the beginning of february (tag: 🐊🎶)

huxley (dtwm) - january 2023 im pretty sure (tag: 🤡💜💛)

the conductor (ahit) - i crushed on him when i was 11 (summer 2019) but i started shipping with him officially sometime in like...march? or late february? (tag: 🦉🚂)

the noise (pizza tower) - end of march 2023 (tag: 🐀🚬)

doopliss (pmttyd) - crushed on him a bit when i first started shipping with zip toad, didnt start officially shipping with him until the middle of april (tag: doop)

parakarry (pm64) - fun fact: he was my first fictional crush ever (back in late 2018, i was 11) iirc! i rediscovered him and am officially shipping with him as of 5/8/23. (he is also very very important to me, so please dni if you ship with him, thanks! /nm) (tag: 🐢💌)

kylie koopa (m+l) - end of may 2023 (tag: 🎀📷)

koops (pmttyd) - i considered shipping with him back in november or december(?) but i thought i was happy with my current list so i decided to just leave him as a crush, but i have decided to recruit him as a f/o as of late june 2023 (also just a forewarning, my fanon au version of koops is a little bit fucked up so expect some fucked up stuff relating to him eventually) (theres a reason as to why i view him the way i do but its super long and complicated) (also this is a koopie koo hatepage) (tag: 🐢🦇)

popple (m+l) - august 3rd 2023 exactly i think (tag: 💜💚💰)

freminet (genshin impact) - early september 2023 (tag: 🐧⚙)

zoobIe (tadc) - crushed on them near the middle of october but i didnt make a proper s/i until around the end of october/beginning of november 2023 (tag: that one conglomeration)

king jingaling (banjo-tooie) - a day or 2 days after thanksgiving 2023 (tag: 👑☀)

geno (smrpg) - a couple days before january 2024 (tag: 🌠)

kinito (kinitopet) - middle of feburary 2024 (tag: 🖥💖)

dr. reflex (baldi's basics) - near the middle of march 2024 (tag: 🩺🔨)

#self ship #selfship #selfship community #f/o community #romantic f/o #fictional other #f/o #intro post #blog intro

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writerdream22 · 2 years

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Can you believe it? I got to 700 followers!

I never really thought I would get this far, because I don't publish fics that often and they're not always as nice ad I'd wish to. I hadn't really planned something to celebrate this milestone, to be honest... A hundred times thanks to all of you my lovely readers (and mutuals of course) !

The event will last until the end of the month (August 31st)

CHOOSE AN EMOJI (OR MORE)!

🪴 request a ship — you should write a short description of yourself along with the fandom (or fandoms) you're interested in!

🍘 request a character moodboard — you should write a short description of your character (an OC, or yourself) and the color scheme that you'd prefer to be there; if you want, you can request a ship moodboard (in that case you should also write the character that you'd like to be shipped with)

⛅ request a character playlist — you should write a short description of your character and a music genre that you'd prefer!

🍵 if you want to be added to the taglist — just specify the fandoms you'd like to be tagged in!

🐢 request a fic with a quote (or two) of your choosing!

I'm tagging a few mutuals (if it bothers you, let me know and I'll delete the tag immediately!)

@imaginesbymk @murswrites @peakyswritings @swanimagines @myriadimagines @theshelbyclan @druiigg @plumes-de-nuit @locke-writes @lettersoftroy @musicallisto @imaginesbyella @vostokovasmelina @delicrieux

Thank you so much again! I hope you'll keep reading (and enjoying) what I write!

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lqveharrington · 3 months

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how do we feel about billy the kid fic?? i made one 😋

#august’s thoughts 🐢#billy the kid #billy the kid smut #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid imagine #billy the kid angst #billy the kid drabble #billy the kid x you #billy the kid x y/n #billy the kid blurb #billy the kid mgm #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #william h. bonney #tom blyth x you #tom blyth x fem!reader #tom blyth x yn #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow fanfiction

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juliensvault · 5 months

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Srs here once again! Thanks so much :) their names are Gordo and Rocky!! Gordo is 6, and Rocky is 11 months old (I've only had him for about 2 months though)! Tortoises are really awesome pets, especially since they're quite easy to take care of. Mine actually sleep in my bed, lol.

I'll definitely have to check out Paleface Swiss, they sound super good!! My favorite genre of metal has to be Melodic death metal right now! Children Of Bodom is a really good band in that genre! And as for my favorite Metallice song, I'd have to say either For Whom The Bell Tolls or Harvester Of Sorrow! I went to two Metallica concerts in August of this year, and they played both of them, which almost made me cry!!

Have you ever been to any concerts? If so, what band(s) did you see? :⁠-⁠D

Hiii again! I've never really thought about having a tortoise as a pet, but now I kind of want one, LMAO! That's so funny how one sleeps in your bed! 🐢

I've heard of Children of Bodom, but I haven't taken the time to really listen to them. I shuffled their discography and got 'Trashed, Lost And Strungout' which I liked a lot and added to my huge metal playlist(s)! I'd love to hear your personal recommendations from them as well!!! (My favorite Metallica song is Moth into Flame, by the way:))

Alternative metal came out #1 on my wrapped this year, but I think my favorite genre of metal is probably nu or deathcore.

My first ever concert was Jinjer, Breaking Benjamin, and Disturbed as the headliner, which was SO fun. Those bands are so good live and I totally recommend seeing them! I also just saw a big collection of bands at a small venue in September, which actually had Paleface Swiss as the headliner!! AHHHH! I saw Tracheotomy, VCTMS, Enterprise Earth, Crown Magnetar, and Paleface Swiss in one night. (all AMAZING deathcore and metalcore bands) Absolutely mind-blowing.

What concerts have you been to? And what artists are on your concert bucket list?

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#srs23

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octolingkiera · 5 months

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this one took forever, but it's also the longest one so far lol. that tiny little nightmare scene at the beginning refused to be written for over a week but i finally managed to get it done!! i will not be beaten!!

i Do have plans to write them all, no matter how long it takes me, but i use them less as a daily challenge and more of a way to get myself to write more. because these are all little oneshots, i don't have to do a ton of planning for an overarching story or anything, and i can just write out a short scene or story or situation for funsies lol

this is a part of @sariphantom's Rise August prompts

check out the fic on ao3 to get the full experience!!

Prompt: Day 4: Yokai

Summary:

The quiet, while not completely comfortable, is companionable, familiar, and Leo can almost feel himself doze off when Donnie says, “Big Mama called herself a Yōkai, didn’t she?”

“Hm?” Leo blinks a few times, trying to reboot his brain. He takes a moment to process the words, then nods. “Yeah, think so.” He tilts his head at his brother. “Any idea what that means, exactly?”

Donnie purses his lips, fingers tapping at his gauntlet. “Just that it feels a little odd that that’s what they’re called.”

“Oh?” Now that catches Leo’s interest. He hadn’t given it much thought himself and had brushed it off as a result. “Does that mean something specific?”

Words:

🐢❤️💜💙🧡🐢

He’s falling.

His ears are ringing, his stomach is swooping, his arms and legs feel numb, he’s falling, he’s falling, he’s falling, and he feels like he’ll never stop.

Where’s Raph, where’s that flash of red, where is his lifeline, his brother, where, where, where—?

Suddenly, despite the distance, he can see Raph in perfect clarity standing on the rooftop, reaching for him, face twisted in agony, mouth open in a soundless cry. He sees Baron Draxum standing over him, expression indifferent, dismissive, uncaring, as he stares at Leo down the end of his nose. He sees Draxum turn away, sees the nauseating sway of those horrible vines, sees his brother collapse on himself as he stood and watched and did nothing.

The wind rips past him, the blood is rushing to his head, his heart is pounding in his ears, his throat, he’s choking, he can’t breathe, the ground is rushing closer, closer, closer, CLOSER—

Leo jolts upright, panting heavily, one hand pressed to his plastron as the other grips the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric with white knuckled force. According to this flashing numbers of his alarm clock, he’s only been asleep for about an hour and a half, but he doesn’t feel any more rested than when he laid down. His hands are shaking when he finally moves, and he clenches them into fists to quell the trembling.

His heart is beating a staccato in his chest and his vision is swimming and blurry, and it’s not just because he hasn’t been wearing his contacts recently. He feels shaky, unsteady, off balance, like he’s still falling, even now, sitting in bed in the New York underground.

He needs a desperately needs a distraction, and hopefully, some company.

He staggers to his feet and lists to the side once he’s upright, catching himself on the wall with one hand. His stomach rolls, and he holds his other hand to his plastron, willing the nausea to please just chill out. Puking all over his floor at—he glances at the alarm clock again, leaning closer and squinting to make out the numbers at a distance—five in the morning would just make everything so much worse. He fishes out his phone, nearly blinding himself when the screen lights up in his face, and takes a deep, grounding breath.

Once he’s sure his guts are going to be staying where they should be, he stumbles out of his room into the atrium. The lair is silent and still, the only light coming from the skylight and the dim string lights they leave on so they’re not left tripping over themselves in the underground darkness. This time of night, Raph and Mikey and Dad are for sure asleep, so Leo seeks out the one member of the family that even has a chance of still being awake at this hour.

Donnie’s lab is on an upper layer, so Leo makes his way up, not bothering to sneak around. His oldest and youngest brothers are both sound enough sleepers—Raph usually being a deeper sleeper than Mikey—and Dad won’t come out of his room unless there’s screaming, so as long as he doesn’t cause a huge racket, he’s at no risk of waking them.

Donnie is always a tossup. He can sleep through this ear-splitting music, but it’s easy to wake him up if you’re trying to. He loves having a sleep schedule and getting eight to ten hours of sleep, but only some of the time. Other times, he stays up late, sometimes later than Leo even, because he’s stuck working on a project, the hyperfocus carrying him through long nights with no regard to how long it’s been since he started. Many an all-nighter has been pulled by Donnie with nothing more than an, “Oops.” Leo himself is, most unfortunately, a light sleeper most of the time, the only exception being when he crashes after an extended bout with his insomnia.

Thankfully, it seems Donnie is still awake tonight, the glow of LEDs from the open lab casting a purple sheen to the floor outside of the room. There’s music playing, but it’s quiet, the thump of the bass tinny and muted and inaudible from a distance. Donnie must be using his speakers instead of his headphones, volume loud enough to give him noise without becoming muddled and indistinct up close, but low enough to not wake anyone.

The music is accompanied by the tapping of keys from his keyboard, and as Leo steps inside the door, he can just barely make out that the program Donnie uses to write his codes is open, the screen filled with lines of programming jargon that Leo can only faintly grasp. Donnie’s fingers fly across the keyboard as he writes up his codes, only pausing to reference one of the many other screens and the information pulled up on them. Leo just watches him for a moment, leaning against the doorway.

After a few minutes, Donnie sits back and moves to point at the chair tucked off to one side. It’s a deep, tasteful blue with a wide, rounded back, custom made to fit a domed shell like Leo and Mikey’s. “Take a seat,” Donnie says without turning around. “Stop lingering in the door.”

Leo huffs out a laugh and comes fully inside, reaching over the snag the chair as he moves closer to Donnie’s side. “What’cha working on?” he asks as he collapses into his seat.

“It is a mystery,” Donnie says, visibly biting back the rant he wants to give about his project. He looks like he wants to burst with excitement at the interest, despite his words. “I can’t tell you yet. It’s not done, and I don’t wanna say until it is.”

“Ahhh,” Leo hums, “gotcha.” Normally he’d push and push until Donnie spilled his guts, but he can tell this is a big one, so he’ll let his brother keep his secrets this once.

Donnie gives him a sidelong glance, eyes narrowed in suspicion, then huffs. He stands, stretching, then slumps back into his chair. “Are you going to be quiet and let me work?” he asks, hands hovering over the keys.

“It’ll be like I’m not even here,” Leo swears, holding one hand to the center his plastron and the other up in the air, palm out. “Continue with your nerd stuff.”

Donnie looks like he wants to argue, but he drops it as he turns back to his computer and picks back up where he left off. Leo pulls out his phone and opens some mindless puzzle game, something just stimulating enough to keep his attention, but easy enough to zone out with, and lets the sounds of Donnie’s music and clacking keys fill his mind. They chase away the heart stopping adrenaline and swooshing head-rush the dream (nightmare, memory) brought with it.

They sit there together for a good ten minutes or so, Leo blasting through half a dozen levels, before Donnie sighs heavily and stops to massage his temples. Leo looks up at him, a question on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing, I’ve just miswritten this same line of code five times now, no big deal, he said sarcastically,” Donnie grumbles out, eyes squeeze shut.

“Sounds like you need a break,” Leo says, wiggling his phone back and forth at him.

Donnie glances over at it, takes in the sight of the half-finished puzzle, and shakes his head. “No, thanks, I’m good.” Despite his words, his eyes dart around the screen like he’s trying to solve it with his mind alone.

Leo takes a moment to think. If puzzles won’t work, then he’ll have to try something else. Luckily, he has just the thing. “C’mon, Dee, up and at ‘em. We’re going to the kitchen.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Donnie asks as he reluctantly pushes himself to his feet. “What if I want to wallow in my own failures for a while longer? What then?”

“Wallow in the kitchen while I make you some tea then,” Leo says, standing to lead the way out.

Donnie follows, dramatically slumped over and dragging his feet. “Make me some coffee and you got a deal.”

“You gotta sleep sometime, dude,” Leo says, glancing back at him. “I won’t even make the sleepytime tea. Just some good old vanilla, honey, chamomile. How ‘bout that?”

Donnie groans, long and drawn out. “Fine, if you insist.”

“I do insist. I love coffee as much as the next guy, but sometimes you just need to chill out with a nice cup of tea, y’know?” Leo throws a grin over his shoulder, aiming for encouraging and innocent instead of the annoying and smarmy kind he usually gives. Although he can’t help but add, “This isn’t just for you, anyway.”

“Ah, there it is. The ulterior motive,” Donnie says, rolling his eyes. He’s trying to hide the way his mouth is curving up at the edges, but Leo’s been watching him and his expressions closely for too long to be fooled by the poor attempt.

“Oh no! You caught me! Whatever will I do?” Leo gives a theatrical sigh and holds a wrist to his forehead, palm out.

“Guess you better make this all worth it,” Donnie says, shrugging with exaggerated nonchalance. “That tea better be the best tea over made.”

“Prepare to be amazed, mi hermano!” Leo sweeps into the kitchen and beelines for the electric kettle, filling it with water and setting the temperature. As he waits for the water to heat up, he pulls out the honey and a couple mugs (color coded, of course) and sets them on the table to wait. He pulls his phone back out, checks on the kettle, then settles in to play a couple puzzles while he waits. Donnie takes a seat at the table, eyes on his wrist tech, and the next few minutes pass in silence.

Soon enough, the kettle beeps, and Leo pours the hot water into their mugs, adding the teabags and setting a timer on his phone. A few minutes later, he removes the bags and grabs a spoon, then shoves Donnie’s purple mug across the table. Leo sweetens his tea with the honey, stirring it in, then passes the spoon off to Donnie and settles down with his warm blue mug cradled between his hands.

The heat of the ceramic settles the last of the tension he’s been holding in his shoulders since his rude awakening, and as he sits with his tea, the steam swirling under this nose, he finally feels like he can relax. A good drink and good company; it’s nice. Donnie’s heavy exhale, coupled with the slouch in his posture, tells Leo he feels the same.

The quiet, while not completely comfortable, is companionable, familiar, and Leo can almost feel himself doze off when Donnie says, “Big Mama called herself a Yōkai, didn’t she?”

Donnie purses his lips, fingers tapping at his gauntlet. “Just that it feels a little odd that that’s what they’re called.”

“Oh?” Now that catches Leo’s interest. He hadn’t given it much thought himself and had brushed it off as a result. “Does that mean something specific?”

“Yōkai are Japanese spirits or entities. There’s a lot of history of to them that I won’t bother telling you about—look it up yourself if you’re actually interested—but generally they’re animal-like in appearance and many of them possess supernatural abilities.” Donnie’s eyes are scanning whatever information he’s looking at rapidly, flicking back and forth across the small screen. “Some of them have the ability to shapeshift.”

“Like the spider lady…” Leo muses, taking a sip of the tea. It scalds his tongue. He rubs it against the roof of his mouth to get the feeling back. “But wait, all those people she had working her lobby—they shapeshifted too, didn’t they?”

“Considering they all looked the same while in human form, I suspect they had some other way of cloaking. A piece of technology, maybe,” Donnie’s lip curls, “or perhaps some kind of mystic artifact.”

“Wait, but if Yōkai are a Japanese thing, why are they called that here? In New York?” Leo frowns at his cup, blowing on it intermittently to cool it down enough to drink.

“I suspect the name itself is archaic, and linked with some sort of root origin. Perhaps the first inhabitants of the Hidden City called themselves that when they founded it, or maybe they adopted the name later. There’s no real way to know without some sort of research, and I can’t exactly look up information about the Hidden City; it’s hidden for a reason.”

Leo nods slowly, taking the words in. He tries his tea again and, thankfully, it’s cool enough to drink. The sweetness of the vanilla and honey blooms over his tongue and he relishes the taste. It sure hits the spot. “How big do you think the Hidden City is?”

Donnie frowns, tilting his head and turning his eyes to the ceiling in thought. “Unclear. Perhaps it’s as big as New York, perhaps smaller, perhaps larger. Considering it’s a cavern, logic says they only have limited space to live and expand, but with mystics involved,” Donnie spits the word like it personally offended him, “I suppose anything is possible. Theoretically.”

“D’you think there’s more than one, maybe?” Leo asks, leaning over his mug closer to Donnie. “Like, do you think there’s a Hidden City in other big cities? Or even worldwide?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Donnie says, shrugging. “It doesn’t make sense for an entire species, especially one so diverse as Yōkai, to be centralized in only one location, even one such as this. I know we haven’t seen much of what the Hidden City has to offer yet, but from what we have seen, I don’t think we’ve seen many—or potentially any—that were the same species as another.”

“Yeah, plus, like,” Leo rotates a wrist in a circle as he tries to generate the words to voice his thoughts, “if Yōkai is a Japanese term, it would just make sense for, y’know, Japan to have its own Yōkai population, at the very least.”

“Exactly.” At that, Donnie finally takes a long drink of his tea, seemingly unconcerned with the temperature. The way he breathes widely through his mouth when he lowers the mug shows he isn’t as unaffected by it as he’s like to be.

Leo snickers and takes another sip of his own tea. “So, if these Yōkai are a whole species, and they’ve been around for who knows how long, that means they’re not mutants. Right?”

“Unless ‘mutant’ is synonymous with ‘Yōkai,’ which it obviously isn’t, then no, they’re very clearly different,” Donnie says, rolling his eyes.

“That means Sheepman is a Yōkai, too, then,” Leo continues, heroically ignoring Donnie’s jab. Leo clasps his hands together and presses them against his mouth, staring into the middle distance. Donnie doesn’t say anything, which Leo is grateful for. It gives him a moment to gather his thoughts. “Does that mean we’re gonna have to fight other Yōkai? And not just humans—or mutants?”

Donnie frowns, considering. “Maybe? I mean, they’ve been around much longer than we have, and as far as we know, have yet to cause any trouble that we would have to fix. All of our enemies so far have been mutants, with the exceptions of Draxum and Big Mama. I won’t say that we’ll never fight any other Yōkai, because there are tremendous odds saying that it’s entirely possible, but I will say that said chances are fairly low, at least for now. I’ll need to reevaluate the statistics in the future, once we know more about them.”

“So, short answer, maybe, but not yet.” Leo sighs, cradling his mug in his hands. “I can’t believe all this stuff was out there all this time and we just didn’t know.”

“To be fair,” Donnie cuts in before Leo can spiral too far, “we’re ignorant of a lot of things, as much as it pains me to admit. Yes, we’ve had unrestricted internet access since we were children, but we still grew up here in the sewers. We’ve met very few people, and almost all of them have tried to kill us or hate us for existing. How could we have known? Again, it’s hidden. That’s kind of the point.”

Leo grumbles as he takes another sip, accepting the logic. Donnie’s right, as much as Leo hates to admit it. There’s no way they could have known about any of this until they stumbled across Mayhem. Then a thought strikes him like lightning. “Wait.” He pauses and blinks as the building blocks come together in his head. “Then how did Pops have that little doohickey that we used to get into the Hidden City?”

Donnie sits up straight, face going blank as he looks at Leo. They sit there for a moment, just watching each other, minds racing. “That’s… a good question.”

“Sheepman said he made us. This Yōkai guy made us, probably in that lab that blew up, and somehow along the way, Dad got us and raised us here in the New York sewers,” Leo outlines their story as he knows it. “If we’re all mutants, Dad included, does that mean he was made in that lab, too? Or did something else happen?”

“Dad used to be human, though,” Donnie counters, brow furrowed as he worked through his thoughts. “He doesn’t talk about it much, but he’s definitely mentioned it before.”

“Then how did a human get into the Hidden City, where Yōkai live, and get turned into a rat by a mad scientist?” Leo asks, drumming his fingers on the table. “Assuming Draxum is, in fact, the one that turned Dad into a rat.”

“Who else could have done it?” Donnie asks, raising a brow. “He’s the one that made those oozesquitos that have been, may I remind you, mutating people.”

The words give Leo an idea. “Wait, pause, timeout,” he says, making a T shape with his hands. “We’ll circle back to that. But first—if Dad was human first, and all the mutants we’re fighting now were humans before, does that mean we were humans first?” He gasps and covers his mouth with his hands. “Did Draxum kidnap all of us and mutate us all together?”

Donnie scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Scoff. Don’t be ridiculous. We were all born, hatched, if you will, as normal turtles.” He shakes his head. “As for mutating us all together, it feels unlikely. After all, why would Dad be a rat if we’re all turtles? If Draxum’s claim that he created us specifically means anything, we must’ve been created with a purpose in mind. Why else would he choose four turtles, all of different species? He must’ve had a reason for it. I fail to see where the rat part factors into the equation.”

“Maybe Dad was an accident. Or a prototype, or something,” Leo suggests, shrugging.

“I’m surprised you know the meaning of the word,” Donnie snarks, then yelps as Leo kicks him in the shin. “Rude.” He frowns and reaches down to rub his leg.

“I guess the question now is why did he make us? Why did he start with turtles and turn them semi-human if he planned to mutate humans to be… more animal-like?” Leo gazes off to the side as he speaks, talking through the thought. It feels like the wrong thing to say, rude even, but every mutant they’ve run into so far has resembled an animal of some sort. But that sense of wrongness leads him to, “Is he trying to make humans more like Yōkai maybe? And he used us to see if it would work?”

“But then why start with turtles if that’s the plan? Why not start with humans if the goal was human oriented all along?” Donnie shakes his head. “Doesn’t make sense to me. If you’re testing a formula, like the mutagen, then you set the other conditions for the experiment the same each time to eliminate extraneous variables. If he was using us to test his mutagen and found it worked, there’s nothing to say it would work the same with humans, or even other animals. There has to be some other goal in mind.”

Leo sighs and rubs his forehead, eyes slipping closed. His head is starting to hurt from both this discussion and a critical lack of sleep. In flash he remembers Draxum’s face as he let Leo go, the way he shrugged with apathy and sounded so nonchalant as he agreed to drop him. Leo shivers and hopes Donnie is too caught up in his own mind to notice. “Whatever reason he made us for, he doesn’t seem to care very much what happens to us.”

Donnie watches him cautiously for a moment, expression carefully blank save for the slight furrow in his brow that he doesn’t quite manage to smother. It’s about as concerned as Donnie’s willing to look right now, here between the two of them at nearly six in the morning. “Does it really matter what he thinks about us?”

Leo scoffs and scrunches his face up in disgust. “God, no. It’s just… I dunno, a little fucked up? That he’s so willing to kill us.” He squeezes his mug to keep his hands still. “He doesn’t mean anything to me, to any of us, but he still…” He trails off, shoulders slouching. “And we don’t know what he’s capable of, really. We barely fought him that first time, and Big Mama fought him in her office more than we did on that roof.” He swallows and sets his jaw. “This guy’s the real deal. And if this is what Yōkai are capable of…”

“You’re worried we’re in over our heads,” Donnie reasons out, exhaling slowly.

Leo gives a tentative nod, then shakes his head, just as slowly. “Yes, no, maybe. Sorta.” He leans forward to lay his head on the table. “I dunno what I’m feeling. Emotions are stupid.”

“Hear, hear,” Donnie agrees, downing the rest of his tea. He sets the mug down with a loud thunk, then stands. “Well, that’s enough for one night, I believe.” He hesitates, then reaches over and pats Leo’s head a few times, a lot gentler and fonder than his uncertain body language implies. “Should you fail in your endeavors towards getting more rest, and you desire my company once again, my door shall be open. Until then, I bid thee farewell, dear Leon.” With these last words, Donnie sweeps out of the room.

Chuckling at his brother’s antics, Leo shakes his head. As he pushes himself to his feet to clean up after their mugs, he can’t help but think that he and his brothers have a long, hard road in front of them. This hero thing is turning out to be a lot more involved that he thought it would be.

He just hopes they have what it takes.

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