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yanfeisty · 2 years

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Hello! I saw your requests are open, so could you please do Xiao and zhongli sagau fluff/comfort + nsfw HCs (im 19) with god!reader who favors them and literally puts them above anyone else? <33

Please take care ! !💖

Genshin Impact hcs | Favoring Zhongli and Xiao

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Xiao, Zhongli x Creator!Reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Fluffy and nsfw headcanons about Reader loving Xiao and Zhongli.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Religious themes. Nsfw, so minors don't interact or get block.

𝐀/𝐍 : Ngl, I think I did good on this one, requests are so fun to take and easier than when I'm writing on my own. Thank you and take care too 🫶!

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⠀‣ Zhongli Fluff

. Even as one of, if not, your oldest follower, who conserved every traditions that were in your name, with an unlimited knowledge about you, he didn't expect to be think more highly by his God, in his eyes everything he did was normal for a devoted immortal like him, and even if it wasn't the case, who was he to tell who deserved to be in your good grace?

. He denied every accusations of favoritism that were held against him, he argued that you were just a generous God, who bought gifts for their Acolytes and invited them to the fanciest places, without waiting anything in return. And you were naturally affectionate, as you liked to give hugs and hold hands at any moment.

. He only started to doubt his thought, when he realized that you only did that for him, all of your time and money were spent on him, while the others were giving him an envious look. Zhongli didn't mind both though, again, who was he to say who deserved your attention, he was still happy that it was him but hid it. He would only insist that you don't need to put moras on him, he was slightly feeling bad he couldn't afford anything, but also, passing time with you, talking endlessly about any subjects, helping you within your journey of The Creator of Teyvat, were priceless moments he would keep forever in his memory as an immortal being.

- Despite being used to praises when he once was a God, yours seemed to have a different impact on him. When you were behind a screen, he couldn't show or tell anything as he was limited in his actions, but inside he was really touched and even a bit amused, in the good way, when you seemed really excited to see him. When you finally arrived in Teyvat back again, you could just give him a small compliment, he would thank you with a monologue of how thankful he was by your comment, and turned it about the full history of your positive impact on Liyue, and the now tragically lost celebrations held in your honor to show gratitude

. The only thing he regretted was to have nothing to give in return, even when you said he didn't need to as his happiness was the greatest present. He was so used to gift you offerings, that were craved with different types of gems and stones, that even the most richest persons in Teyvat couldn't afford. And after your semi-return, and when he stepped down as an Archon, he tried to search in the wild, materials you needed for your vessels, since he thought it may help to get your full form back, and sent them in a carefully well written letter and a delicately decorated package. But now that you were here, he wasn't sure that you were still interested in those.

⠀‣ Zhongli Nsfw

. Fortunately, he could rectify that in the bedroom. With endless hours of pleasure, after all, it was only fair that he gave all of his attention to you, when you were doing the same for him. He couldn't get tired, so you could do everything you want, and he would take it with joy and try his best to draw out the pleasure.

. Never initiated first, not wanting to push his selfish desires on you, he shouldn't think about it in the first place, berating himself. But if you came to him first, then it was his duty to fulfill his God's wishes.

. Took his time to learn how he could please you, even if you said you wanted it to be all about him, he was trying at first to give you full control but unconsciously he found a way to make you moaned multiple times. It was natural for him to make you feel good and with his impressive memorization, he knew every spots and ways to do so.

. Usually gentle as he was a God and you were still in a vulnerable body, but he could be more rough if you wanted, just know, he would be somehow unstoppable, drowning in his desires, making sure to keep hearing his name out of your mouth, just like he always did with yours, and you probably wouldn't feel your legs for a long time, but your dragon would be here to hold you and repeating numerous kisses and apologies.

. Grunting more than moaning, but he mostly talked, he noticed that his voice seemed to have an effect on you and he would gladly use it to please you. Whispering sweet nothings, praising how good you were or muttering many of your titles, even some you never heard, when you pushed the right buttons.

. While being proud you shared those intimate moments with him only, he wasn't the type to brag about, and since you allowed him to see and touch you in such a private way, he would never think of sharing it with someone else. Even if you marked him, and while everyone could see it, he would stray every questions about it.

⠀‣ Xiao Fluff

. He refused to be near you since he didn't know if his karmic debt would do something to you, but with your insistence to be with him actually showed that your presence calmed it a lot and didn't have any effect on you. Releasing years of pain and suffering, just like his first savior, Rex Lapis, but no, he couldn't indulge in his needs, you acted more human than he thought you would, and he wasn't familiar with human's culture or even knew how to act around them. He was just a weapon that was protecting you in the shadows, nothing else.

. So why did you want to be with him so much? You always brought with you perfectly cooked almond tofu, which you took time to learn with Xiangling to make it as tasteful as possible, it confused him, why caring about him out of all people. And if you did tell him why, explaining how much you loved him, you would find yourself with a blushing mess of a Yaksha, not abled to know what to respond.

. After some time, he finally let you to be with him, offering to visit places he liked and just passing some time with him. He didn't ask directly, but he wanted to know more about you, your personality, what you liked or hated, childhood, anything, carefully listening with interest everything you said. You didn't behave like someone who had been here even before the creation of Teyvat, but it was good, you were naively enjoying this world like it was a dream and he liked listening to what you did today, or everyday, and you didn't have to be scared about being boring because he loved to hear you talk.

. Xiao was pretty touch starved, but there was no way he would tell it, he was lucky enough that you liked to give hugs or holding his hand when you were together, walking on a peaceful environment in Liyue. If you didn't notice the gleam in his eyes whenever you shown affection, you might thought he was uncomfortable with it and stopped it, he would ask with an embarrassed face to why did you stopped, trying to not look like he really wanted to feel your touch. He would think it was nonsense that he wished you to stop doting him.

. Since he wasn't good with words, he let his actions spoke. Finding flowers that reminded him of you and offering them, would try to be affectionate by putting his hand on top of yours, acting like he wasn't feeling awkward about it, and may had tried to cook almond tofu and shared it with you, if he thought the food was good enough.

⠀‣ Xiao Nsfw

. He only knew the basics of sex and how much pleasure it brought to humans, but he never really thought much of it. So, when he did it with you, he couldn't help but make a mess of himself, he felt like burning and a wave of pleasure hitting him at every of your movements on his body. You would have to tell him to not contain his moans or he would do a fine job even if he was struggling so hard.

. He really wanted to be seen like he was in control, that he could pleasure you better than anyone else and you didn't need to do all the work, but he couldn't, he was able to conquer demons and divine creatures, but with you his guard and self control shattered, he was vulnerable, at your complete mercy to do whatever you wanted with him.

. He was ashamed in himself because he now was addicted, craving for you, he never felt so loved than in those moments, and the fact that it was you, his Divinity, made it better, or worse in his eyes. He didn't know he needed that, just for once in his life to be in the loving arms of someone that didn't think of him as a weapon.

. He very much appreciated the feeling of your lips the most, wherever they were, but he felt especially weak when it was on his lower parts, he couldn't hold anything, making noises that even the toughest battles couldn't make him. He also liked them on his neck, kissed him gently or bit him, he would gladly take it all.

. If anyone dared to ask him about why did he have those marks, he would suddenly return to his usual unamused self, making sure they regretted, whatever if it was with his look on his face, his words or weapon. Nobody needed to know about his vulnerable state.

#zhongli x reader #zhongli fluff #zhongli smut #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #xiao smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #sagau #genshin creator au #self aware genshin #genshin fluff #genshin smut

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lulu-tutu · 1 year

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Rise tmnt request; platonic hc of mom figure female reader who's taking care of her teenage turtle kids; how she's enjoying cooking with mikey and attend his dr. Feelings sessions, how she sew for raph many dolls and teddy bears with different colors (she hate ghost bear for hurting her baby), how she used to put donnie and leo in get together shirts whenever they start chaos.

But her favorite activity; gathering embarrassing pictures, videos of the turtles's childhood and show it to everyone, like if she ever were kidnapped by big mama they would spend a lovely time talking about the turtles when they were kids (the mad dogs try to save their mom faster before their secrets get exposed😂)

Mother Dearest ⭐️ Rise!Turtles HCs

A/N: *throws unlimited affection at you* How in the world did you manage to give me so many heart clenching, tooth aching, fluff filled requests?? Please take my hand in platonic marriage, we do not deserve you. I almost enjoy these parental requests as much as I enjoy angst. Almost.

Pairing(s): Mother Figure!Reader & Turtles

Warning(s): FLUFF, may make you cry from wholesomeness

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The boys are, well, your boys. You don't make the rules. The turtles are your babies.

Do you spoil them? Yes. Will you ever stop spoiling them? Of course not.

You do everything in your power to keep your kids happy, no matter the cost, even if it's the tiniest of things that make their faces light up like fireworks.

Mikey, oh sweet baby angel, you could never say no to him, why would you even consider that in the first place?

You and him make the most mouth watering dishes the universe has ever seen, and you always give the credit to Mikey despite how he tries to wave it off and reflect it back towards you.

When the two of you are in the kitchen, it's like watching art come to life. When one of the other boys enter the room, they sometimes have to stop and gaze in amazement at the two of you, hypnotised by the way you both work so effortlessly around each other.

You always try and give Mikey little tips to push his dishes towards perfection, and he always does the same to you when you find yourself making something you haven't even heard of before.

You and Mikey are the dream team when it comes to the kitchen, no one could even compare.

Watching his face turn darker from your praises as you all dig into his meals, it just makes you so giddy to see him so happy.

When it comes around to it, you definitely attend his Dr Feelings sessions! You're there to listen and take in whatever your youngest son has to offer, your face serious the whole time he reads through his clipboard or points towards the projectors screen.

Raph was also one of the most spoilt of the four, though you tried to make sure to evenly give the others gifts.

After many nights of learning how to sew and stitch (while getting many pricks and pokes at the same time) you had learnt how to craft the most adorable plushies, dolls and teddy bears Raph had ever seen.

Or maybe it was the thought behind them that made him love them more than any other plushies he had. He would just guess it was both.

The first time you had rushed into the lair with a plastic bag swinging at your side, Raph had thrown you so many worried questions. "What happened? What's in the bag? Did Donnie make you steal from the museum again-?"

Like I said, you'd do anything to make your boys happy.

When you tore open the bag to show him your hard work, he gasped so loudly, tiny stars in his eyes.

He couldn't pick a favourite! Of course the red bear was one of them, with it having a red bandana around its neck and tiny roses dotted around its body, the blue one was also adorable-oh, the yellow one too- a pink one?

The more he looked around in the bag, the more colours he saw.

And then he caught a glance at your bandaid covered hands, which instantly activated his own 'mother bear' instincts. heh.

"You didn't have to make me anything, you hurt yourself doin' it!" "Raph, sweetie, I'm fine! The look on your face was enough to heal any injury."

He melts, which makes you melt.

You helped him organise his room, placing the plushies on his bed, making sure each one got enough love and care. You didn't want any of them feeling left out!

And oh, don't even get started on Ghost Bear. You hear one mention of him and you're shaking your head, biting your tongue from cursing him out for even thinking of hurting your baby boy.

"That guy has no right being idolised by the great Raphael! If I ever get my hands on that no good-"

Mikey has to drag you away after that, hand covering your mouth to prevent some not very nice words from slipping out.

You knew how much Donnie needed to hear any sort of praises from a parental figure, and you were there to give it and more. He was desperate, and you didn't blame him.

You spend a lot of your free time in his lab, even when he has his music blaring loudly. You got use to it after so long.

He doesn't say it, but he really enjoys your presence. You two don't have to speak, all he needs to know is that you're there for him while he tinkers away.

He shows you something new and most likely dangerous?

"Holy cow, that's amazing! You're amazing! How did you even make that?"

Cue him flapping his hands around wildly before diving into a deep explanation about it that you don't understand at all, but you nod along and smile as he talks away.

You also offer to help collect materials with him! Bonding! He never turns you down, even when he's in a bad mood thanks to Leo's pestering.

You let him get his frustration out to you, happy to listen to him rant and just be that shoulder for him. If he wants you to give him advice or feedback, you will. But most of the time you let him just get everything out in the air.

Talking about Leo, hoo boy.

Chaos. Always chaos.

There's rarely a time to relax around that boy, he is such a handful.

"Leo, leave Donnie alone before he pulls out a flamethrower or something."

"Leo! How can you make the most fanciest looking sandwiches I've ever seen, but manage to burn toast? And why is the toaster on fire?!"

"Did you take Raph's shark bear? I'm going to count to three and it better be back on his bed before I stop counting. One- Good. That's what I thought. I'll make you one too, just ask next time."

When you do get the rare moments of peace, it's blissful and strange at the same time.

Sitting down reading together, whether it's him reading a comic and you a novel. Playing video games with him teaching you some neat and secret tricks, or him even showing you around the Hidden City.

You meeting Hueso was the worst thing to ever happen to Leo. Now he has to deal with the teasing of not only one parental figure, but two? At the same time? He has many regrets. At least you two end up getting along well.

When Leo and Donnie decide to have their daily argument? Into the Get Together shirt they go!

"Wha- No! I demand that I be set free! Being close to this moron is a fate worse than death!"

GASP! "How could you say that, dear brother? I was about to say the same thing!"

"You two continue like this and you'll stay together for a lot longer." "Yes, mom."

"Yes, mother."

When it eventually gets out to the world that you're very dear to the turtles, you weren't surprised that an enemy of theirs would decide to use you as bait.

Thankfully, Big Mama was pleasantly fun to be around. When you told her about your boys, she instantly released you from her webs and beckoned you to come closer.

When the boys come bursting through the doors, they instantly crumble to the floor in horror. They were too late.

"Oh, hey sweeties!" You wave towards their tearful faces, your phone out and facing you and Big Mama, a picture of the four when they were younger and taking a bath was currently on display. It was only one of the many you had shown the spider Yokai who giggles at the cuteness.

"We're too late! We've failed!" Mikey sobs on the floor, clutching his face out of pure embarrassment.

"Please tell me you didn't show her-"

You cut off Donnie with a large grin, "The video of you guys pretending to be mermaids? I did."

"NO!"

This was not the first time those pictures and videos have been shown to someone, and it will not be the last. You make it your last mission to show off your boys to anyone and everyone.

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt Mikey x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt platonic x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt x you #tmnt x y/n #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt Leo x reader

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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hnnnn in my soft era so could i perhaps request a skz reaction to you prepping a whole self care day for them 🥺 like face masks massages everything cuz i love them

stray kids reactions to their s/o preparing a self-care day

genre: fluff

word count: 0.8k

warnings: extremely fluffy

please like and reblog if you enjoy :D

bangchan

if there's anyone more deserving of a self-care day, it's bang christopher chan. he's a workaholic, it's in his nature. it's admirable but you want him to have some time for himself. so when he finally has some time off for some quality time with you, you've got a whole pamper session planned out. face masks, delicious food, and pop on a feel-good movie. if you ask him though, his favourite way to relax is by cuddling and/or making out with you. depends on his mood but it's cute either way. it's always a self-care session just by being with you, you don't even have to do anything special for him ;-;

lee know

minho is into skincare routines and eagerly wants to be that couple who do it on each other. he mainly wants to see you with one of those fluff hairbands on because he says you look adorable. he will take lots of selfies of you both with them on because he's cute like that. when it comes to actually applying the products to your face, he's not going easy on you. can be quite brutal and also starts laughing at you because he makes your face look all strange with a mixture of products on #donttrusthim #menacetosociety

changbin

changbin will marry you on the spot if you suggest giving him a massage. he goes to the gym every day and works hard on his body. massages are always appropriate and always needed. he will literally melt if you ask him if you can massage his back and he will make happy binnie noises and have that cute smile on his face awww. just the whole routine of it, especially if you use proper massage oil, makes him feel so relaxed and refreshed. he will also return the favour and want to massage you too he's really good with his hands

hyunjin

hyunjin is all heart eyes when you reveal to him you planned a self-care day for the both of you. sheet face masks: on. sad, emotional romance films: on. tissues: ready. let's go. yes, hyunjin likes to spend his self-care day with you by indulging in his emotions and crying over fictional characters. he has you watching the notebook or me before you idk something to make you both bawl. it's so fun, 100% recommend. he's got a cute little candle lit and he's holding you close for comfort. it feels very... hyunjin in there, that's for sure.

han

hannie just wants to laze around and do nothing. that's his self-care day. because he's always doing something. it's very rare that he actually gets a mental break from things. cuddles are very important to him so he might pop on an anime or a cute little movie whilst being snuggled up in your arms. will 9 out of 10 times fall asleep like that. he's just so comfy and relaxed and your comforting presence creates the perfect mood for sleepy time. you both fall asleep with each other :( it's an adorable sight.

felix

this fluffy boy is having the best time of his life. he has so many ideas for a self-care day that he actually doesn't know what to do first. fluffy blankets and plushies are obligatory. felix wants to binge-watch a load of comfort movies, mostly disney and marvel, you get the idea. he just wants to snuggle up with you and be near you. you both will talk through all the movies and make fun of everything that's happening. for the sadder moments, of course, the laughter will stop and you both will hold each other, holding back tears.

seungmin

seungmin's idea of a self-care day consists of you, a good book and an unlimited supply of tasty snacks. you knew this, and so preparing a pamper day would be a piece of cake! just laying back with a cup of coffee, you leaning on his shoulder, reading the latest best-seller; he can't imagine being more at ease with life than he is now. it warms his heart that you wanted to day a self-care day with him. he will shyly thank you and shower you with extra love because he really appreciates your efforts.

jeongin

i really do see jeongin going out in his pyjamas to the grocery store in order to get some snacks for your self-care day. only if you come with him, of course. he's so excited when you mention the idea to him. he feels like it's been a long since he's spent one-on-one time with you. being busy with promotions for their latest comeback and whatnot, he loves to take any opportunity he can to chill out with you. this man is really into marvel so a marvel marathon is not too much of a shock. you guys don't go to sleep until the very early hours of the morning.

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bethanydelleman · 8 months

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The Narrator of Rebecca and Jane Eyre of Jane Eyre are so similar in some ways, but in one important thing, completely opposing.

Both come from poor backgrounds, they are women of the fringe of the gentry who must work to live, they believe themselves to be physically unattractive, they fall in love with a much older man, they come to a house haunted by that man's previous wife, and they have a rich imagination (Jane's paintings, The Narrator's flights of fancy). They are also both desperate to be loved.

But then the similarities stop. When Jane Eyre learns that Rochester has a living wife, she chooses morality and flees. She values her immortal soul over earthly love. The Narrator learns that her husband murdered his previous wife and love is all that matters to her. He never loved Rebecca, he loves her. She is willing to risk anything and everything to help him cover that crime. His confession brings her closer instead of tearing them apart.

"I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. I will keep the law given by God; sanctioned by man. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad—as I am now. Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be. If at my individual convenience I might break them, what would be their worth? They have a worth—so I have always believed; and if I cannot believe it now, it is because I am insane—quite insane: with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs. Preconceived opinions, foregone determinations, are all I have at this hour to stand by: there I plant my foot.” -Jane Eyre

Vs.

Our happiness had not come too late. I was not young anymore. I was not shy. I was not afraid. I would fight for Maxim. I would lie and perjure and swear, I would blaspheme and pray. Rebecca had not won. Rebecca had lost. -Rebecca

It's such a different worldview, and I also didn't feel like Maxim deserved such unlimited devotion given how he had treated her (I mean does Rochester either?), but as a Romantic love story I was down. If it was a real life choice, I have to run for the moors with Jane.

#and then their houses burn to the ground #rebecca #daphne du maurier #jane eyre #charlotte brontë #ride or die

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oneforthemunny · 5 months

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munny's one-derful year

to celebrate my one year on tumblr (january eighth, to be exact), i have decided to open up a little writing prompt. some of my favorite lores, asks, and others for anyone to participate in <3 thank you all so much for your love and following me around onto three blogs lol!!! i love you all so much!!

rules: must tag #munnysonederful and @oneforthemunny to each entry so i can read and reblog ofc. unlimited entries, and i will be reblogging and making a masterlist on my own page so everyone can read/find the works :) can be blurbs, full works, headcanons, honestly anything you want!

prompts:

rockstar!eddie and nepo baby!reader’s favorite hate fucking moment. where does it happen? why does it happen? are they just playing, or did one prompt the other? What happens ;)? get as smutty and gross as you want to babes, no one here will complain lol.

based off the lore that older!eddie gets slutty on teqila lol. gimme tequila eddie. make it slutty. the og prompt was at the beach for a wedding of a cousin, if you’d like to follow that, but if not- where does it happen? how do you think it would go? don’t spare a single detail please!!!!

modern!eddie and his lil mean girl’s first date, like official date. i get a lot of questions on this and i honestly want to know what you guys think! what’s it like? where do they go? any awkward moments? what’s the convo like? does he try to over impress or play it like he’s too cool? have fun with it!

ofc i would never deny anyone here a chance to write about our beloved mafia!eddie and the dogs lol. vecna, diablo, lucifer, and zeus (and beelzebub if you want to add him). i love anything with the dogs, specifically with them being spoiled, so spoil me for a moment and write about them! eddie’s bitching because they’re “guard dogs!!! they’re trained to kill!!!” and you’ve got them totally spoiled, so tell me about it. how would you spoil them?

janitor!eddie deserves the world, so give it to him. give me something with spoiling him. why are you doing it (birthday, valentine’s day, hard week)? how are you doing it? is it planned or a surprise or impromptu? and of course, how does he react? could be angsty, fluffy, smutty if you’re feeling it. just show him some love.

cowboy!eddie and sweet girl’s animals. i gotta know about them. there’s three parts of lore here: the cow, the chickens, and the goats. take your pick or choose all of them. make it your own, or me, personally, i want to know how they came to be? how did that conversation of convincing eddie to get them go? expectations vs reality? have fun with it, be silly with it.

the horny hours convo we had (in april??? maybe lol) with dom!eddie was quite possibly the most successful and most interacted horny hours we’ve ever had. so with that being said, i’m opening up the prompts to be rewritten in your version. so there was three big ones: “don’t make me pull this car over” aka car troubles, “go pick a switch” aka switching it up, and the bath brush aka dripping down. rewrite it, make it your own, make new drama, if you’re not a brat make it non-bratty lol, make it slutty is all i ask.

bouncer!eddie being a switch really shook everyone up and i loved it, so i want whatever version of him you want to write. him being subby, him being dominant, him just being him and being a little flirty and silly and slutty and the love of my life. expand on the walk in blurb if you need inspo, or what happened after a night where you or him got jealous from someone flirting at the hideout.

funson’s freebies:

in honor of my og blog (funsonmunson, gone but not forgotten) these are freebie plots for any of my au’s <3

give me an angsty breakup fic. why did they break up? who broke up with who? make me cry, ruin my day- or take mercy on us and give us a happy ending, up to you.

self care nights. what do they do? is it a night in? a night out? is eddie taking care of you, or you taking care of him, or a little bit of both? what’s going on, just let me feel all gooey and lovey inside!!!

i always get birthday requests, and technically it’s my tumblr birthday, so what do the eddies do for your birthday? where do they take you? what’s the cake situation? surprise party, planned party, no party? night in or out? presents? birthday sex? truly whatever you picture!

another highly requested, is a wedding. i love weddings and my guilty pleasure is wedding fics idk why, so give me that. you can follow the lore if they have it, or do whatever you want! proposal, ceremony, honeymoon- honestly whichever you want! where does it happen? what’s the details? who’s there? if you put vows i’m gonna sob so just fyi on that.

finally, i have to give it up for the domestic babes. give me something soul crushingly domestic. dog!dad eddie, dad!eddie, pregnancy one, newborn, child- i don’t care. i want to feel motherly in this bitch after i read it.

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bots-and-cons · 2 years

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can i request any con(s) of your choice with their adopted teen reader,, fluffy shanangiains,, like teaching them how to drive or shopping trips or taking them to parts of the world theyve wanted to see,, just soft parenting moments uwu

The only ones I can see doing this are Knockout and Breakdown, and since I ship them I just did them together. It's a mix of the cons using their holoform and just their robot form so I could get some more variety

~Knockout & Breakdown~

•Knockout and Breakdown are very protective of you, you’re just a kid after all and a squishy human too, who knows what could happen to you

•Honestly, Knockout had thought of being a parent, but he didn’t think it would ever be possible as long as he was with the decepticons

•Breakdown had never really thought he would get the chance to be a parent, he’d talked about it with Knockout, sure, but he never really thought he’d be any good at it

•But then they met you and it just kind of clicked, they both wanted to make sure you were safe and happy and Knockout just one day announced that you were their protege now

•Especially when they learned how shit your own home life was, they just wanted to be the parents you deserve

•Of course they make mistakes too, but they’re never intentionally shitty

•Knockout loves taking you shopping in his holoform, and since he can just ask Soundwave for some mobile payment information he’s gotten from some corner of the net, he’s basically got unlimited money

•He doesn’t want to spoil you though, not all the time at least so you’ll have to do well in school and stuff to earn things

•Chores are not a factor though, because you can’t really do anything at the Nemesis since everything is so big and heavy

•Knockout is a very cool dad, he lets you have a lot of freedom, but he also makes sure you know your actions have consequences and that you need to be responsible

•Breakdown hates reading but Knockout made him read a lot of parenting books about how to parent a teen and Breakdown actually learned quite a lot from them

•He doesn’t understand some of it, and some of the stuff is just straight up stupid or outdated, but he still took away quite a lot from it

•They’re both pretty fun and while Knockout is definitely the stricter one, he isn’t even that strict

•You and Breakdown pull a lot of pranks on Knockout but it’s always in good fun

•They both take turns teaching you how to drive

•You have movie nights at least once a month and it’s always a ton of fun

•You also travel a lot together, it’s sometimes driving around the country and sometimes traveling around the world, damn the groundbridge is convenient

•The two mechs are using their holoforms when going out with you usually, unless they have to drive somewhere of course

•Obviously being a teenager comes with its ups and downs, like all of life, but they’re there for you through all of it

•If/when you have a crush, Knockout wants to know all about them, how you met, what are the things you like about them, etc

•Breakdown on the other hand is the more reasonable one that isn’t sticking his non-existent nose into your business and is also making Knockout be reasonable about it

•You’ll tell them about things when you feel like it, and even thought Knockout is super curious and wants to pry about everything, he controls himself, and if he doesn’t manage that, Breakdown certainly will

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #decepticons #breakdown #knockout #kobd #knockout x breakdown #tfp headcanons #transformers fluff #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

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dinoshimaaa · 2 years

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linking that heizou playlist here again for you to dance to while reading <3 happy bday my sweet sweet love you deserve nothing less than the world ily ily ily

tagging: @souglias (tysm for the ending idea ily 😌) and heizou lovers!!!! @alatusxiaoo @almond-adeptus (please let me know if you dont want to be tagged hsdhask)

Inazuma City, Inazuma. (Now playing: Caramelo Duro)

The sound of heavy rain splattering against the ground greets you and Heizou when you two step out of Uyuu Restaurant, leaving the both of you stranded under the small shelter outside the restaurant. With the way you two looked at each other in surprise, hands empty and minds blank, it was clear that neither of you had expected this to happen.

If the rain were lighter, or if it looked like it was going to stop soon, perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad to run back home now. But clearly, it didn’t look like any of them, so for the next (at least) half an hour, you and Heizou would stay stranded and umbrella-less under the shelter.

You had a feeling that you were going to get kicked out soon, too. A few stray dogs and cats shared the same thoughts as you and the detective, along with a few Inazumans, leaving very limited space for you and Heizou. You could only expect the sacred space beneath this shelter to be more packed in a few minutes’ time, which meant that you and Heizou had to find new shelter to take refuge in soon.

What if there was no need for shelter? Staying healthy was overrated and the rain looked way too inviting— you only live once, anyway. Impulsively, you grab Heizou’s hand and jump out of the shelter. You hear him let out a yelp when the cold, harsh rain slaps his face and damps his hair, and you laugh.

“What the hell?” he scoffs, but the wide smile on his face is undeniable. “My Watson, we’re going to get sick, you’re going to get sick—” you, of course, don’t listen to him, and only pull him further into the open, where the winds are more unforgiving and the downpour is harsher. With how hard the water droplets hit your back, it nearly feels as though you’re being massaged.

“Chances like these are hard to come by,” With how heavy the rain is, you have to scream in order for him to hear you. “Why not walk in the rain while we’re free? It’s not like we have anywhere to rush to, anyway.”

Fortunately, the heavy rain doesn’t deter you from hearing his beautiful, lively laughter. He squeezes your hand and pulls you to him — you squeal when water droplets drip from his fringe onto your forehead — while intertwining your fingers.

“I suppose you’re right,” he giggles. He playfully stomps in the flooded walkway of Inazuma City, purposely splashing water onto your pants. You return the favour by kicking a huge wave of water onto his white shirt, and the gleam in his eyes that follows tells you that a war is about to begin.

Screaming, you run and try your best not to slip as Heizou chases after you, shouting curses and letting laughter out every now and then. His hand barely grazes the back of your blouse multiple times, but as an Anemo user, it doesn’t take long for him to finally get a hold of you. Curse his seemingly unlimited stamina.

“It seems like you’ve forgotten what I do for a living,” he laughs yet again as his wet arms tighten their hold around your waist. Drenched maroon hair sticks to your neck when he leans on your shoulder and you squirm around, jokingly telling him to get lost.

You only just notice that the rain has slightly subsided where you are (you realise that Heizou chasing after you can make you run really, really far). The puddles present are much lesser now, the rain is a lot lighter, and the sky has become clearer. The drizzle that lightly beats your face feels much more pleasant than being slapped by bullet-like raindrops.

However, running far away from Inazuma City where the rain is heavier comes with a cost; there are no shelters here, so you and Heizou have two choices— you either walk another two hundred metres to hide under a cramped shelter shared by the citizens and strays of Inazuma City, or you stay in the rain and just deal with it while walking back.

Before you can make a decision, Heizou grabs your wrist to turn you around, holding both of your hands. You look at him through wet bangs as he hums, staring at your intertwined hands, “You said that we only live once, right?”

You’re not sure if you like where this is going. “Yes?”

“Dance with me, then.”

Ah. You barely have time to react, as Heizou pulls you back with him without warning. A yelp escapes from your lips when he swiftly turns you around, before pulling your back flush against him. The hot breath you feel on your neck greatly contrasts the cold drizzle enveloping you two, making you visibly shiver.

He chuckles and you realise it’s a sound that you want to hear over and over again. This time, you are more prepared when he turns you around again to take hold of both your arms, swaying slowly and steadily.

You ignore the uncomfortable feeling of muddy water from the puddles below seeping into your shoes as you gaze into Heizou’s eyes. The look he gives you is filled with so, so much love, the kind of love that feels like a strong breeze lifting you up in the air that tickles you all over and leaves you exhilarated, so much love that it is nearly unreal. But then you are reminded yet again that Shikanoin Heizou makes the unreal happen. Yes, Heizou makes the impossible happen— like how his soft gaze alone can make your knees go weak and forget all about the rain surrounding you.

“Mm, sweetheart,” he whispers, and a part of you nearly faints at the endearing pet name. His thumb starts caressing your arm, and his forehead leans down against yours. You can’t resist putting your hands on his chest in return. “We’re really, really gonna catch a cold now.”

You move your hands up to his shoulders and teasingly squeeze them, admiring the red that blooms on his face at the action. “Just a little longer, please?”

And, oh, you severely underestimate just how much Shikanoin Heizou loves you, because he always gives in to you. “As you wish, my dear Watson.”

You take one step forward, and he steps back with you. He spins and brings you along with him, giggling when you accidentally stomp into a puddle and the muddy water that splashes up stains your leggings. Your eyes constantly switch between gazing up at him and looking down at your feet, making sure to not step on his as you two continue bouncing and swaying along to the rain’s rhythm.

As though there is imaginary music playing in the background, Heizou pulls you into an upbeat dance routine, making you nearly forget just how much energy the detective has. His contagious smile spreads to your face and before you know it, the laughter shared between you two as you jump around in water puddles is louder than the rain around you.

Alas, the rain finally starts to clear up, and a part of you feels sad that the moment is ending. But before you can reluctantly make your way back home, Heizou’s hand moves faster, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a kiss.

Clearly, Heizou hadn’t planned this, with how clumsily his lips move against yours and how giggles escape from his mouth every now and then. But he gains control back easily, managing to teasingly brush his lips against yours, ticklish like the feeling of a butterfly on a deer’s nose. You swear he even licked your bottom lip at one point, but you don’t get the chance to scold him for doing so.

He pulls away, licking his lips in satisfaction. “Hm. Tastes like rain.”

“No shit, Sherlock. You just kissed me in the rain.”

“And I should do it again,” He laughs and brings you into his embrace again.

#dinowrites #HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE ILY #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #shikanoin heizou #shikanoin heizou x reader #heizou #heizou x reader

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candyhearts-and-paperflowers · 4 months

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did you know that

GLINDA (spoken) Elphaba - why couldn't you have stayed calm for once, instead of flying off the handle! (sung) I hope you're happy! I hope you're happy now I hope you're happy how you Hurt your cause forever I hope you think you're clever!

ELPHABA I hope you're happy I hope you're happy, too I hope you're proud how you Would grovel in submission To feed your own ambition

BOTH So though I can't imagine how I hope you're happy right now

GLINDA (spoken) Elphie, listen to me. Just say you're sorry: (sung) You can still be with the Wizard What you've worked and waited for You can have all you ever wanted:

ELPHABA (spoken) I know: (sung) But I don't want it - No - I can't want it Anymore:

Something has changed within me Something is not the same I'm through with playing by the rules Of someone else's game Too late for second-guessing Too late to go back to sleep It's time to trust my instincts Close my eyes: and leap!

It's time to try Defying gravity I think I'll try Defying gravity And you can't pull me down!

GLINDA Can't I make you understand? You're having delusions of grandeur:

ELPHABA I'm through accepting limits 'Cuz someone says they're so Some things I cannot change But till I try, I'll never know! Too long I've been afraid of Losing love I guess I've lost Well, if that's love It comes at much too high a cost! I'd sooner buy Defying gravity Kiss me goodbye I'm defying gravity And you can't pull me down: (spoken) Glinda - come with me. Think of what we could do: together.

(sung) Unlimited Together we're unlimited Together we'll be the greatest team There's ever been Glinda - Dreams, the way we planned 'em

GLINDA If we work in tandem:

BOTH There's no fight we cannot win Just you and I Defying gravity With you and I Defying gravity

ELPHABA They'll never bring us down! (spoken) Well? Are you coming?

GLINDA I hope you're happy Now that you're choosing this

ELPHABA (spoken) You too (sung) I hope it brings you bliss

BOTH I really hope you get it And you don't live to regret it I hope you're happy in the end I hope you're happy, my friend:

ELPHABASo if you care to find me Look to the western sky! As someone told me lately: "Ev'ryone deserves the chance to fly!" And if I'm flying solo At least I'm flying free To those who'd ground me Take a message back from me Tell them how I am Defying gravity I'm flying high Defying gravity And soon I'll match them in renown And nobody in all of Oz No Wizard that there is or was Is ever gonna bring me down!

GLINDA I hope you're happy!

CITIZENS OF OZ Look at her, she's wicked! Get her!

ELPHABA :Bring me down!

CITIZENS OF OZ No one mourns the wicked So we've got to bring her

ELPHABA Ahhh!

CITIZENS OF OZ Down!

watch wicked, monika. watch wicked.

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#WHAT

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mxtxfanatic · 2 years

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Alright, I did one for my mdzs read so it’s time for svsss’s: Character Roundup!

Yue Qingyuan: lowkey gave me lxc vibes with the whole “overlooking abuse happening under my watch that I am both aware of and fully able to stop” thing, but otherwise, greatest Big brother when his Big Brother Energy™️ is directed towards an actual good person

Liu Qingge: dude was considered the God of War but let his reputation go to the wayside just to try to give sqq a proper funeral. If that don’t give him the best shidi award… also extra points for never liking Shen Jiu (though that comment on his cultivation was a loooow blow)

Mu Qingfang: an actually reliable doctor and friend. Too bad doctors are kinda useless in a story where sex is supposed to be the cure for all medical ailments lmao!

Qi Qingqi: she only existed to be bitchy and serve quips and honestly, good for her; one day she’ll outbitch the bitchiest character of them all (sqq)

Ning Yingying: ok but y’all don’t be giving my girl her flowers! The peak didn’t teach her how to fight cause the world wouldn’t have been able to handle an unstoppable nyy! (I want a rematch between her and the palace princess so she can properly stomp miss daddy’s girl into the ground)

Ming Fan: I guess he didn’t die this time around, good for him?

The nameless Qing Jing Peak disciples: I love how somehow sqq raised an entire peak of disciples who are crybabies to his face but disrespectful behind his back to everyone not their shizun (and he thinks it’s just lbh, smh)

Liu Mingyan: always lurking, always writing. Anyways, go make your coin, queen!

Sha Hualing: Luo Binghe owes my girl unlimited PTO, stop overworking her! 😭😭😭

Mobei-jun: congrats on the unintentional husband! Maybe go to someone else for relationship advice

Zhuzhi-lang: breaks my damn heart

Tianlang-jun: breaks my damn heart, but deflects with humor

Su Xiyan: she really did the damn thing, yet all of it is speculation 🤣

Old Palace Master: go to hell, fucking demented old man, fucking stranger danger ass creeper; he deserved having the most torturous death in the book

Shen Jiu formerly known as Shen Qingqiu: he wasn’t a character and didn’t deserve to be, that’s why he got replaced with someone everyone else liked better. All in all, a pitiable backstory and a pitiful end to a character who starts the story erased from existence. Redemption don’t work on the unrepentant

Bingge: oh sweetheart…we need you your own comfort Shen Yuan and a lot of professional help…

The System: still can’t outbitch the bitchiest character of them all LOL

The nameless “righteous” cultivators: Y’all consider it righteous to attack defenseless demons, including infants and toddlers, cause they “might be evil”? Go to hell, i hope at least one of y’all’s evil ass sects got demolished before the merge failed

Shen Qingqiu starring Shen Yuan: thank you, King, for your service in fixing all of your predecessor’s fuck-ups and thereby proving that it’s never to late to atone for the abuse you (not actually you) have wrought, despite what some people have to say 😒 Anyways, enjoy your honeymoon with the man every woman (supposedly) wants!

Luo Binghe: oh honey, oh sweetie, we need you a therapist; go on and enjoy your honeymoon with the man every man wants while that’s pending

Bingqiu: they make each other so happy 🥺 You couldn’t pry this ship from my hands if I was Tianlang-jun’s rotting plant body.

#svsss #human reads svsss #i think that’s everyone #let’s hope I’m not forgetting anyone important like last time lmao

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Blood is Thicker than Ooze | Chapter Fifteen

Word Count: 6958 Warnings: Bad Parent Draxum, Hurt Donatello, Unreliable narrator, Psychological abuse, Separated Donnie AU, child abuse, murder Description: Purple is the son of Draxum, a great warrior alchemist. With his help, Draxum will eradicate the prophesied human threat, and restore yōkai to the surface. Purple doesn’t understand why these three turtles are trying to stop them.

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Shelldon knew a lot of things. It was the nature of his existence, after all. He’d been granted access to the entire internet by his creator, Purple (after he’d confirmed that Shelldon wouldn’t try taking over the world, of course).

This unlimited knowledge granted him the ability to understand, record, and research whatever he wanted. Monitoring the digital social lives of humans and yōkai alike was a pastime of his. Observing populations converse about a wide variety of topics-- whether it be in real-time or in the past-- satisfied his artificial mind. He never tried to engage. It was pointless and unnecessary to add his own infinitely superior input.

Nevertheless, he learned many things this way. Studying the brain was particularly riveting, as he technically didn’t have one in the same fashion that organic beings did. His brain was circuitry and wires and a remote server that stored his memories. He was better than any living being, as he clearly surpassed their organic limitations. He was artificial and sentient. He was- by his own account- the ultimate lifeform.

And yet… he still found himself pondering over how normal beings managed to do all that they did with the limitations they had, especially neurologically. It interested him to note that both yōkai and humans had increasingly similar brain structures. Sure, there were some differences depending on yōkai’s subspecies, but they shared many conditions. Autism, ADHD, depression, schizophrenia… these were just a few of the many things yōkai and humans could both experience and observe.

Another thing that was unfortunately common among both humans and yōkai was trauma. It could be caused by a number of things, such as neglect or abuse, and they were processed similarly in the mind despite the species’ numerous divides in other areas. Shelldon’s metaphorical heart ached at the accounts he’d processed online in medical journals and comment sections alike. People could be cruel.

But with each new account he read, with each new study he came across… it only made a horrifying realization increasingly apparent.

With his words and actions serving as matches, Draxum was a metaphorical arsonist. And Purple was his evergreen- so eager to be set ablaze, thinking it to be a loving warmth rather than a painful burn.

Shelldon still couldn’t properly understand why Purple didn’t run away. As far as he knew, his creator had never tried. He seemed content with the life he had, despite Shelldon knowing that the relationship he had with his father was unhealthy and-- as he processed it-- flat-out abusive.

He tried to make sense of it. He really, truly did. But Purple was smart-- smarter than most. How wasn’t he able to see the situation he was in? How had he not called someone by now? Why was he still so willing to be set ablaze over and over again each time he recovered?

Shelldon wondered if, soon enough, he himself would be consumed by Draxum’s toxic flames. He didn’t know if he’d blame Purple for when that inevitably happened. Was it his fault for trapping him in this situation?

I’m not truly trapped, Shelldon admitted to himself. I can leave whenever I want. But Purple is more than my creator-- he’s my friend. I can’t leave him.

Shelldon decided that if Purple was to burn, then he would turn to ash with him. He loved Purple as much as a sentient robot companion could. He would kill for Purple if it ensured his safety and happiness because he knew the mutant turtle deserved that safety and happiness. He just wished Purple wasn’t so blind to his father’s wildfire.

Shelldon was sitting on his charging port, needing to recharge his battery after another mission with Purple in which they had gotten an armor piece from an abandoned factory just on the outskirts of New York.

Shelldon had tried to do his own research on the Dark Armor but came up empty-handed. It seemed that the only mentions of such a thing were from fantasy video games and DnD discussion boards. Nothing historical or even mythological.

“I don’t trust the Dark Armor,” Shelldon said, peeking an eye open as he watched Purple reorganize his small library. He had noticed that the turtle would do this often, and it was a task he did when he was too tired to work but still needed something to stimulate him.

Books were strewn across the floor in stacks, with only a few left on the shelf.

Purple hummed questioningly, letting Shelldon know he was listening.

Shelldon didn’t like how Purple had changed in the past week. He’d had the muzzle on for a few days before Draxum removed it the night before for his “good behavior.” But even after he was free to speak, the turtle refused to. It was as if he was still afraid of the pain the muzzle might cause him, or maybe he just believed he shouldn’t talk.

Fucking Draxum, Shelldon thought bitterly. “The Dark Armor is clearly evil. The Foot literally calls themselves an evil organization.”

Purple shrugged, putting a few more books into place. Shelldon waited a moment for a verbal response, but he didn’t get one.

“Can you talk to me?” Shelldon pleaded, moving off his charger to approach the turtle.

Purple paused in his book organization, thinking over Shelldon’s question, before nodding.

Shelldon sighed. “Will you talk?”

Purple shook his head. He wasn’t looking at Shelldon.

He doesn’t like eye contact, Shelldon observed. This wasn’t new information. He’d watched Purple talk to Draxum, Huginn, Muninn, and more. He’d always attempt to pay attention to the other’s face before his gaze began to wander.

Trouble maintaining eye contact… Associated with Anxiety Disorder, Autism Spectrum Disorder, Social Anxiety Disorder, Psychopathic Personality Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and alexithymia. Shelldon’s memory buzzed with the surge of gathered information that came to the forefront of his mind. He was aware of Purple’s many quirks and how different he was from others, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about the turtle’s potential of having a psychological disorder before. But he ignored it for now. He didn’t want to discuss that with Purple, not when he was still in a hostile home environment.

“Why won’t you talk?” Shelldon asked calmly. “You don’t have the muzzle anymore.”

Purple remained silent and continued to sort through the mess of books. He didn’t seem too fixated on the task at hand. He didn’t have the look in his eyes that told Shelldon he was on autopilot.

“I think Draxum is being abusive,” Shelldon said bluntly before clarifying, “to you.”

That made Purple freeze, his grip on the book he held tightening. He glared at Shelldon with eyes filled with fury. “How dare you accuse Father of such a thing. He would never.”

“He literally put a muzzle on you, my dude,” Shelldon pointed out. “He’s hit you.”

“It’s called corporal punishment,” Purple remarked. “Nothing he’s done to me is illegal. Nothing he’s done to me was wrong.”

“Corporal punishment has been shown to have the same psychological effects as stereotypical physical abuse,” Shelldon explained, trying to keep his tone calm despite his growing anger.

“I’m fine,” Purple denied vehemently. “Everything is fine. Father loves me. I’m his son-- how could he not? He said he’s even got a gift for me! Is love and affection abusive, Mr. Wikipedia?”

“For being someone so dead set on science and facts, you sure like ignoring it.” Shelldon rolled his eyes. “Trauma bonding. Cycle of abuse.”

Purple glared at him angrily, a dangerous blaze sparking in his eyes. “Like I give a shit about what those mean! I’m not being abused! I would know! I’m not stupid!”

“You’re right,” Shelldon snarled. “You’re worse. You’re smart, yet you blind yourself to logic.”

Purple went silent for a moment, clearly taking in his words. Shelldon wanted to apologize, but he didn’t feel sorry. Why should he? Shelldon knew he was right. He was sure Purple knew it, too. But the turtle had buried his head so deep in the sand that Shelldon wondered if he could ever get himself out.

“I wish I had never made you,” Purple said lowly, his eyes welling up with tears. “I should scrap you or--” he struggled to swallow, “or rewrite your code. You’re just a pile of junk.”

Shelldon’s rotors fell to his side at the comment, shocked and appalled by Purple’s words. “Take that back,” he demanded. “Take that back!”

“Make me,” Purple dared, his eyes glinting dangerously. “I am stronger than you could ever be. I brought you into this world, and I can take you out of it.”

“You sound just like him,” Shelldon said before he could think it through. It was meant to be an insult, but the prideful look on Purple’s face told the robot that the turtle didn’t see it as such.

“I’m going to sleep,” Shelldon decided, hopping back onto his charger. “Wake me up if it’s an emergency.”

He waited for Purple to respond, but the turtle ignored him and returned to his books. Shelldon sighed and powered off for the time being.

Raph and his brothers woke up early, having been called upon by Splinter. Ever since he’d told the truth about his past, and they’d explained the ever-looming threat of Draxum, their dad had been insistent on training them for real. Why he hadn’t done that before was beyond them, but Raph was just glad they were getting some formal training at last.

Mikey and Leo were, admittedly, better than Raph at a lot of things their father taught them. After all, how could a mutant of his size stick to the shadows, hide in blindspots, or be lighter than a feather? It was impossible! But his little brothers, especially Leo, were so quick to learn these techniques.

He felt disheartened if he was honest with himself. Would he be able to do anything Dad taught them? Was he destined just to be a lousy ninja?

“You are too slow!” Splinter complained as Raph finally met them at the training deck. The rat’s tail lashed behind him in annoyance. “Ninjas must be quick! And on time!”

“Yeah,” Raph nodded, hoping that his tone didn’t reflect the insecurities he felt. “I’m sorry.”

Splinter softened, his eyes analyzing him for a moment before returning his attention to the three of them rather than just the snapping turtle. “Today, we will learn one of the most important skills any ninja must know: communication.”

“Do ninjas usually work in teams?” Leo asked, turning to his brothers with a curious look. “I thought they worked alone.”

“Ninjas work in teams!” Splinter assured him, ear twitching in annoyance at the interruption. “But you must remain silent- To speak is to give yourself away to the enemy.”

“How’re we gonna talk if we can’t talk?” Mikey questioned with a slight tilt of his head.

Splinter grinned, eyes glinting dangerously. “Ninja Mind Meld. It is a skill each of you must master if you are to defeat Draxum together. Teamwork-”

“-makes the dream work,” Raph heard Leo whisper automatically, causing the smallest of the turtles to chuckle.

Splinter gave them a stern stare, but Raph could see the fondness in his eyes. Splinter may have been hard on them, but Raph knew their dad loved them with all of his heart and would do anything for them. The only reason they’d even started ninja training at a young age was that they’d begged the rat after watching their first Lou Jitsu movie. Splinter had been worried for their safety and always stressed the importance of their wellbeing. If one of them was sick or had any sort of injury (including scrapes, bruises, and more from roughhousing), he would hide their training weapons and forbid any of them from training.

“Teamwork,” Splinter continued, “is your most important tool. You must communicate, yes, but you must also be willing to listen.”

“This is gonna be difficult for Leo, then,” Raph smiled to his younger brother, who stuck out his tongue in response.

Splinter ignored them again. “You must be aware of your teammates at all times. I want you all to be quiet,” he shot a look at Leo, “and close your eyes. Focus on me. Focus on my being-- who I am, who you perceive me as.”

Raph did as he was asked, closing his eyes. He took a deep breath and let it out. Who was Splinter to him? His dad, of course. But he was much more than the one who raised him. He was kind but strict. Caring and disciplined. He always seemed to know when something was wrong with one of them and was incredibly patient with them. Raph could remember how difficult Leo and Mikey had been as toddlers-- especially Mikey.

Mikey was a mischievous kid but also strangely artistic for his young age. Whenever Raph and Splinter weren’t looking, he’d be painting the walls of the lair with crayons if he could find them or food he had gotten into. But whenever Splinter found him, he rarely-- if at all-- got angry or upset. Instead, he would praise Mikey for his artistic abilities and try to redirect them to pen and paper.

Raph smiled at the memories. Dad’s pretty great.

You are incredible, too, my son.

The response to his thoughts made him jolt. It sounded almost like it had been spoken, but he knew it hadn’t been. He opened his eyes to see Dad smiling warmly at him, tears pricking his yellow eyes.

I am so proud of you, Raphael. Splinter’s voice rang through his head, and Raph could almost feel the warm love coming from his Dad. An image of a younger Raph, big eyes peering out through a caged helmet and a football in his hands, came to Raph in an instant. He could see Splinter’s memory.

Can you accidentally mind meld with someone? Raph silently asked his Dad.

Perhaps, Dad responded, sounding unsure. I am sure if anyone could accidentally connect with someone on such a deep and personal level, it would be you.

Raph nodded and recalled the dream from a few nights ago. He closed his eyes instinctively as the image of the monster that looked like Splinter and Draxum had monstrous baby cursed his mind. He shuddered and forced himself to push the image away.

I see who you mind-melded with, Splinter informed him. Purple lives a truly troubled life.

He is my brother, the red-masked turtle responded softly. Is that why I could mind meld with him?

Maybe, Splinter responded non-committedly. You have always had a stronger connection with your brothers than most. It is what makes you special, Raphael.

Maybe I have some Big Brother superpower, he joked, smiling at his Dad. Both Mikey and Leo had stopped trying at this point and were just staring at the two of them as they silently spoke to each other.

I would not doubt it, Splinter’s tone was fond. The rat blinked and turned his attention away from the large turtle, and Raph understood that the mind-meld had ended. Now, he addressed the three of them.

“Raph has learned the art of mind-melding,” Splinter announced, pride and joy clear in his tone. “You will all need to work together to learn this skill. I know that you can, my sons. I believe you are capable of wondrous things, and I am so, so lucky to have you three as my sons.”

Raph smiled at his father’s praise, his chest warming with pride. His two brothers looked at him with large smiles on their faces, and Mikey gave him a small thumbs-up. Raph knew they weren’t immune to jealousy of each other, but they always tried to hype each other up. Splinter had taught them that the world would try to put them down, so they needed to build each other up.

Purple needs that more than any of us, Raph guessed silently, looking down at the ground. That muzzle…

Splinter had disappeared back into his room, most likely to sleep.

“Go Raph!” Mikey exclaimed before barrelling into him for a hug. Raph returned it with a small laugh, hugging him tightly. “What’s mind-melding like?”

“Uh, well,” Raph chuckled nervously. “It’s like you’re talking to someone through thoughts? Kinda just mind-reading, honestly, except you’re communicating together.”

“Woah,” Mikey pulled away from him, his eyes wide with wonder. “What am I thinking? Tell me!”

“I don’t think it works that way, Mike,” Leo bumped against the orange-masked turtle. “Imagine how cool that is, though! We’ll be unstoppable!”

Raph smiled at his brothers’ enthusiasm but felt like something was missing. Someone was missing. And not April, who had been spending less time with them to focus on semester exams.

No, he was missing his third brother. Someone he hardly knew, yet yearned to know everything about him. He felt that they’d been robbed of their brother and the childhood they would’ve spent together. Purple, especially, was robbed of the childhood he deserved.

Raph knew he couldn’t give that back to him. He would never have a normal upbringing because that was already written in stone. But, as Raph pictured the scarred turtle in his mind, he could feel the sense of inferiority and self-hatred the turtle secretly held for himself. It angered Raph to know that he was plagued with these thoughts, and it made him furious that the cause was the man he called Father.

“Raph?” Leo asked, pulling the large turtle back to reality. “You good, Hermano?”

“Yeah,” Raph nodded but knew from his blue-shelled brother’s face that he was unconvincing. The largest of the three sighed, feeling his shoulders slump. “I’m worried about Purple.”

“We all are,” Leo assured him, resting a hand on his upper arm, unable to reach his shoulder. “We all saw that muzzle. We all saw him get hurt by it. I feel so stupid for not realizing what it was earlier…”

“You couldn’t have known,” Raph said. “None of us could’ve known. We didn’t think that it could be that because… well, I never thought anyone could ever do that to someone else.”

“People can be awful,” Mikey agreed solemnly, averting his gaze from the two of them. “Why doesn’t he just… leave Draxum?”

Silence fell between the three of them as they thought about it. Raph, especially, was confused. It was clearly abuse- anyone in their right mind could see that. And Purple seemed smart. He’d been able to roll with the Purple Dragons, after all! So, why hadn’t he escaped? Why hadn’t he left the abusive situation he was born into?

“Maybe…” Leo broke the silence, “maybe he can’t? If Draxum got him a muzzle that hurts him if he tries to talk, maybe he made like…” Leo waved his hand in the air, searching for a word.

“Shopping Cart protocol?” Mikey suggested. “Maybe if he disobeys Draxum, he gets a punishment. A-and the mask hurts him when he leaves a certain radius? Or it’s remote controlled by Draxum…”

“Why doesn’t he just disable it, then?” Raph pointed out. “He makes his own tech. He’s smart-- probably smarter than all of us combined.” Raph felt proud of Purple for that fact, just like how he felt proud of Mikey whenever he hung up another art piece in the lair.

Leo perked up, his eyes large, full of wonder and fascination. “MAYBE IT'S MAGIC!”

“That would explain it,” Mikey nodded in agreement. “Maybe it's something magical, and only Draxum can undo it?”

“That’s… troubling,” Raph said slowly, eyes narrowed. “If that’s the case, how are we gonna get him here without him being hurt by Draxum?”

“We could ask Hueso for help,” Mikey suggested. “He’s gotta know something about magic Hidden City stuff.”

“Or we could head to Witch Town!” Leo perked up before beginning to flap his hands in excitement. “They’re bound to have a shit ton of magic stuff there! Oooooh, do you think I could get my own wand?”

Raph rolled his eyes in response, but his smile didn’t disappear. “Maybe. But let’s get some breakfast before we do anything else today. What’s on the menu, Mikester?”

“I’ve been craving ramen carbonara!” Mikey said excitedly. “I’ll get started on it now!”

Raph watched as his brother bounded away, a skip in his younger brother’s step. Love for his brother buzzed in his chest, happy to see him happy.

“What if he doesn’t want to leave?” Leo asked suddenly, so quiet that Raph nearly missed his comment.

Raph gave him a puzzled look. “Why would he want to stay? Why would anyone willingly stay with an abuser? It makes no sense.”

Leo bit his lip in deliberation before nodding in agreement. “You’re right. We’ll offer him an exit- and we’ll figure out how to free him properly.”

Raph rested a hand on his brother’s shoulder-- a gesture of comfort-- and crouched to meet his height. “First rule of the Mad Dogz; you take care of family. We’ll get him back. I promise.”

Purple wasn’t much of a fan of heights. He didn’t hate them, but it was something that always gave him some anxiety when he flew too high. But he’d learned to swallow his fears and ignore them in situations like this.

He was high up on a large bridge, using a grappling hook hoisted to his belt to stay upright. He was detaching a piece of mystic metal used in the bridge’s structure. He’d determined earlier that removing it wouldn’t cause a collapse, as it wasn’t an integral part of the structure and could be easily replaced by a human construction worker.

“You almost done?!” The Foot Lieutenant called up, his patience apparently running out. “We have a yoga class in an hour!”

Purple ignored their calls, his focus trained on the armor piece stuck in the pillar. He began to pry it out, gritting his teeth as he struggled to pull it out from its prison. After a few agonizing moments where his hands burned from gripping the wrench too tight, it flung out and began to plummet toward the ground below. Purple detached himself from the grappling hook, pushing off of the pillar to try and dive toward the piece. He reached out toward it, his fingers grazing it but ultimately pushing it further away from him.

Before he could snatch it from the air, a large, red transparent hand emerged and snatched both him and the piece. Purple struggled against the projection’s grasp before being dropped onto the sidewalk of the bridge just a few feet away from the Foot Lieutenant and Foot Brute.

“Are you okay?” Mikey asked, moving toward him quickly. He was about to touch Purple before the softshell recoiled, using a foot to kick him away.

“Dude! We’re trying to help you!” Leo explained, hand outstretched. “We’re gonna help you get away from Draxum.”

What are they on about? Purple narrowed his gaze, picking himself up from the ground. He pulled his bō from where it sat on his shell, readying himself for a fight. “Give me the metal, and no one has to get hurt.”

“Okay, so he can talk again,” Raph murmured before shaking his head and raising his voice so he could be heard clearly. “Look, we know that Draxum’s hurting you. We can help you! We’ll protect you.”

“Father isn’t hurting me,” Purple snarled, the grip on his bō growing tighter. “Last warning. Give me the piece, or I’m gonna kill you. Which honestly isn’t a problem for me, but that would mean cleaning the blood out of my clothes, and that’s just a pain.”

Why is everyone insistent on this? They don’t know him like I do! He loves me. Why else would he put up with me for so long?

“We can’t let you have it,” Leo said, reaching for his ōdachi. “We don’t know what you’re planning, but if Draxum’s involved, it can’t be good.”

“Not good for you,” Purple agreed, looking back for a second to the Foot members who had begun to rush toward them, weapons in hand. “But you’ve been brainwashed by Lou Jitsu to be sympathetic to humans. You don’t know any better.”

“We’ve been brainwashed?!” Leo laughed, unsheathing his ōdachi with a smile. “Dude, you’re working with a supervillain! Use your brain! We’re not the bad guys here!”

Purple rolled his eyes before lunging forward, clashing his bō with the red-eared slider’s ōdachi. Leo pulled back just to swing at him again, but Purple dodged the attack easily. Each time Leo tried to strike, Purple was able to either counter his movements or dodge, biding his time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to unleash his anger.

Soon enough, Leo’s stamina began to run out, and Purple used this chance to use the blunt end of his bō to push against his plastron, sending the blue-masked turtle tumbling backward. He made a swing at the slider’s head, but he was able to duck his head into his shell before contact was made.

As Purple towered over him, he raised his bō, ready to sink the sharp spikes at the end of his weapon into the slider’s neck, effectively ending his life. But before he could land the finishing blow, Leo swept a kick at Purple’s leg, causing the softshell to come crashing down on top of the other turtle.

Leo pushed him off, readying his stance again just a few feet away from Purple, ōdachi in hand. “Why are you working for Draxum?”

Purple snorted at the question, pushing himself up from the ground as he stretched his sore arms. “He’s my Father. I love him-- I’d do anything for him.”

“He put a muzzle on you!” Leo exclaimed in infuriation, lowering his guard and his weapon.

Purple took this opportunity to charge at him, bō swinging in an attempt to strike Leo. Unfortunately, the blue-shelled turtle was too quick, able to dodge and block his attacks. It was like they were evenly matched. They were a fractured mirror, reflecting each other’s smooth and clear surfaces as well as their cracks.

“No parent who truly loves their child would hurt them,” Leo shouted with confidence, clashing his ōdachi against Purple’s bō, his face close to Purple’s. “Listen to us! We’re trying to help you.”

“You’re trying to get me to betray my Father,” Purple spat back, pushing back against his ōdachi, causing both of them to stumble backward away from each other. He shook his head and charged once more at the slider, but his attack was countered by the other turtle.

“We’re your brothers,” Leo pleaded desperately. “Why would we want to hurt you?”

Purple drew his lip in response, snarling at the prospect of his words. They weren’t brothers. They had relinquished that title when they’d left him to die in a collapsing building. Lou Jitsu had disowned him when he’d left him in the flames. He was bitter toward them for their betrayal of their own flesh and blood, yet he was also grateful that he’d been allowed to be raised with Draxum. He couldn’t imagine a life without his Father, and he didn’t want to picture the unimaginable horrors he would’ve experienced if he’d been raised by Lou Jitsu.

A loud splash ripped the two of them from their fight, both of them looking beyond the bridge for the source of the sound. For a horrifying moment, Purple wondered if the mystic metal had been thrown over the edge. He rushed to the railing, peering into the deep, dark river. But as he flicked his goggles onto his eyes, he didn’t see the metal in the water. No, it was much worse. Mikey had fallen in.

An image infiltrated his mind, one he’d often found himself looking at for minutes at a time. One he held dearly and was part of a set of four. The image labeled #4 captured a moment in time before the turtles had been mutated. The young box turtle’s innocent face flashed in his mind, but so did the large, bold words at the top of the image.

“CANNOT SWIM.”

But surely Mikey had learned how to swim by now, right?

Purple turned to Leo, expecting anything but the panicked expression that painted his face. The slider began to climb the railing, but was caught by his bandana tails, and pulled back by the Foot Lieutenant to continue the fight for the mystic metal.

Purple looked to Raph, who kept trying to run for the edge but was caught by the Foot Brute, who kept him from the railing.

He knew he should follow the Foot Clan’s lead and continue the fight. He knew he should get the mystical metal and complete the Dark Armor. He knew he should let the box turtle sink away, maybe never to be found again. But as he imagined the young turtle’s corpse at the bottom of the river, anxiety ripped his heart apart and plunged it below with his baby brother.

He couldn’t let that happen. He tore his battle shell off, tore off the gloves that hid away his webbed claws, threw his goggles aside, and removed the mask on his face. He climbed the railing with a determination he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt before-- it wasn’t out of a need for approval or for praise, but instead, it was out of desperation to not let Mikey be swallowed by the water below.

He took a deep breath, feeling the wind beat at his bare carapace, and dove into the river.

As he was plunged into the water, his skin burned, screaming at him for his decision. But he ignored the pain that roared at him, instead choosing to begin paddling down. Down, down, down toward the faint figure of a box turtle that he could just barely see in the depths of the river. He tore through the water, clawing through it as if he was a toddler crawling toward its mother.

Finally, he could see his brother unconscious and sinking fast. Purple wrapped himself around Mikey before he pushed up against the water and began to swim upward toward the surface.

The relief that washed over him when their heads reached air again was immense and indescribable. He dragged Mikey’s limp body through the river and toward a small bank, their bodies collecting wet sand on their skin as the two of them lay there, Purple desperately trying to catch his breath, his lungs feeling as if they were burning.

Purple turned to the unconscious turtle and scrambled toward him. He searched for a pulse, anxiety making his own heart beat so loudly he was sure that even the yōkai in the Hidden City might hear it. Finally, after what felt like eons, he found the young turtle’s pulse. Because of his steady breathing, Purple concluded that he wouldn’t need CPR and hadn’t ingested too much water. He laid back, relief allowing him to finally relax.

Is he gonna die? Purple wondered, staring into the dark water. He knew, realistically, he should’ve been happy by the idea of the turtle perishing, but he wasn’t. Wouldn’t his death be a good thing? It would be one less obstacle for him and his father.

But I don’t want him dead, Purple realized with a saddened heart. What kind of person am I if I’m afraid of the death of my enemies?

A coughing fit tore Purple away from his thoughts, his attention now directed at the ornate box turtle that lay next to him.

“Oh,” Mikey coughed before sitting up and punching the air happily. “I’m alive! WOO!”

Purple winced at the sudden loud noise. “Ow.”

Mikey turned to him, surprise written on his face. But regardless, he smiled widely. “You saved me?”

Purple nodded, keeping silent. He was listening to the waves ebb against the bank, the calm soothing his anxieties and giving himself something to focus on other than the building dread in his heart. I should’ve let him drown. Why didn’t I let him drown?

“Why’d you save me?” Mikey asked, scooting closer to Purple.

The softshell didn’t move away, instead inviting the turtle into his space.

You’re my brother. The answer was so simple, but the words died in his throat as if there were a curse binding him to silence. And if he spoke those words, if he unleashed the truth, it would unravel a collapse of his world that he’d never be able to rebuild again. And that terrified him.

“Why?” Mikey asked again, his voice soft and kind. He laid a hand on Purple’s shoulder. Even with having been drenched in water, Mikey’s hand was still so warm.

“You know why,” Purple murmured weakly, refusing to look at the turtle. His gaze was pinned on the waves. He watched as they pulled back and forth, dancing something serene and beautiful with each other. It was a secret the river kept to itself, and Purple was okay with not knowing the truth of its beauty. He was okay just being on the sands of the bank, cold and shivering as the winds blew on his face. His softshell was exposed too, and Purple felt more vulnerable than he ever had in his entire life.

Draxum had chosen him for a reason, despite his softshell. In fact, he was chosen because of his species. He could breathe underwater, the pores in his skin were able to take the oxygen from the water and survive even the depths. His soft shell was a flaw that Draxum had known about but ignored because of his species’ other abilities. Their claws, their teeth, their territorialism. That’s why he’d been chosen. Purple’s weaknesses lay in his soft shell, yes, but it wasn’t a fundamental flaw in his species. There was something wrong with Purple. Who he was as a mutant was offensive-- not just to his species or to his father, but to existence as a whole.

They could never love me, Purple thought, his eyes burning with tears. How Father puts up with me is a testament to his patience and love.

“I don’t know why,” Mikey said, wiping one of his stray tears away. “I don’t think you know, either.”

For a moment, Purple wanted to relax into the touch. To let him know why his skin was charred and scarred. To let him know the reasons why he, out of the four of them, was abandoned. And a part of him wanted the other turtle to tell him that it wasn’t true. To tell him that they weren’t brothers or maybe that Lou Jitsu had really wanted him.

But he couldn’t get the words out. The possibilities were left as that- possibilities. And he let the silence between them re-establish their dynamic.

Michelangelo was the hero.

Purple was the villain. And that’s all he would ever be.

“Why don’t you come with us?” Mikey suggested, his eyes full of so much love and compassion that it made Purple sick to see. “We can help you. You don’t have to get hurt anymore.”

Purple pulled away from the orange-masked turtle’s touch and forcefully shoved him away. “You don’t know anything about me or my life.”

“Yeah,” Mikey agreed, sitting back up and edging closer to him again. “But I’d like to. I wanna know my brother.”

“We aren’t brothers,” Purple spat, raising a hand to Mikey. When he saw the small turtle flinch and cower away, he smirked, ignoring the guilt he felt. “We will never be brothers.”

“You’ve given up on us?” Mikey asked, still cowering slightly. The fear in the young turtle’s eyes only strengthened Purple’s pride.

“You gave up on me first,” Purple pointed out dryly. Can you give up on something that lacks worth? “It’s only fair, isn’t it?”

“I never gave up on you,” Mikey promised, no hint of deception on his face or in his voice. “I love you. Even if you don’t love me, even if you say we’re not brothers… I can’t stop the love I feel for you. I can’t stop thinking of you as my brother. I can’t- I won’t.”

“Try,” Purple told him with an unhappy grimace. “And if that doesn’t work, try harder. Forget about the blood that mutated us because it doesn’t matter. It has never mattered.”

“No,” Mikey shook his head. “No, I won’t do that. You can, but I won’t.”

Purple hissed with his teeth bared before pinning the young turtle against the sand. One clawed hand wrapped around his throat, not tight, while the other was raised in the air, threatening to end his life.

“Do you still think of me as your brother now?” He asked, anger boiling underneath his skin, daring to burst and explode. “Do you still love me?”

Purple saw the fear in the younger turtle’s eyes, but despite that, he smiled up at the softshell.

“Yeah,” Mikey said. “You’re still my brother, and I’ll love you till the day I die.”

“Even if it’s by my hand?” Purple asked dubiously, his chest burning for some inexplicable reason. Maybe the tears falling from his face had something to do with it? “Even if I’m the one to kill you?”

“Mhm,” Mikey hummed in agreement. “And I’d forgive you.”

“Why?” Purple asked, his voice cracking from distress. “You’re not supposed to like me! You’re supposed to hate me!”

“Whoops,” Mikey chuckled. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

Purple pulled away from him, stumbling backward from vertigo caused by the box turtle’s kindness. He couldn’t understand it. He knew the most complex of formulas-- he could calculate things many professional mathematicians would struggle with. He could code in multiple languages and with very few errors.

So why didn’t he understand this? What had he miscalculated? What variable had he not accounted for?

“Mikey!”

The voice that pierced the night air was undoubtedly from the blue-masked turtle, who was tumbling down the pathway to the small beach with Raph trailing right behind him.

As soon as he was able, Leo, who was wet for some reason, swept Mikey up and brought him into his arms for a hug, swinging him around as he laughed joyfully. “You’re alive!”

“Yeah!” Mikey said, stumbling a bit when he was let go, clearly a bit dizzy.

“I gave the Foot the metal thingy,” Raph said, hovering over his brother with a worried look. “I thought… Leo jumped in and couldn’t find you, so…”

“I’m okay,” Mikey promised before turning to the softshell who’d distanced himself from them. “Purple saved me.”

Purple stared at the other turtles, aware that he was defenseless. He’d left his shell, goggles, bō… everything was back on the bridge. He bore his teeth and his claws, trying his best to look intimidating.

But despite his angular appearance, the red-eared slider began to approach him. Purple wondered if Leo was stupid when the turtle looked as if he was going in to give the softshell a hug. When Purple decided that the slider had gotten too close, he tightly grabbed Leo’s arm and twisted it, his claws piercing his green skin and drawing blood.

“Christ-- what the hell?!” Leo yelped in pain, stumbling away from him as he held onto his arm. Raph pulled Leo by his shell toward him and stepped in front of the blue and orange-masked turtles.

The large turtle looked conflicted, his brows furrowing in deliberation. Purple used this moment of hesitance to dive back into the water, pushing past the water and swimming as fast as he could to get away. He checked behind him every few moments, afraid that they might try to go after him. He was happy (and somewhat disappointed) that they hadn’t.

Purple climbed onto the opposite bank, shaking the water off. He looked across the water and back to the three turtles on the other side, who didn’t seem to be paying attention to him. He frowned deeply at their seeming indifference toward him. He didn’t want them to go after him, but he felt somewhat upset that they didn’t think he was someone worth going after.

The Foot has the metal, he told himself as he began to climb up the path toward the road.

He retrieved his stuff, putting everything back on, and only then did he realize how cold he felt without them. He sighed in relief at the comfort the prosthetic shell brought him, as well as the mask that covered his mouth and the gloves that concealed his claws. It just felt right.

No one could bring the same warmth his father did. No one could love him as Father did. No matter what anyone else said, he knew the truth.

Father was the only one he could trust, the only one who had his best interests at heart.

The turtles only cared to know him to try and persuade him to betray his father. They only said the things they did to deceive and manipulate him, not to actually love him or treat him with the same kindness Father did.

Repo Mantis, Shelldon, and the turtles would never understand the relationship he had with his father because it was so beautiful and lovely that he wasn’t sure anyone else had experienced the amount of affection Father held for him.

Purple owed Draxum everything. He could’ve been left in the fires of the lab, left to be burned to ash. But no. Draxum saved him, even though he hadn’t and never would deserve it. If Draxum wanted the Dark Armor, then he would get it for him.

It was the least he could do.

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