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staff · 1 year
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tumblr tuesday: lairs you’ve laid out
This last week, you've delved into the deep caves and climbed the tall towers of your imagination, and pulled some inspiring, some cozy, and some truly gruesome settings to the fore (which we won’t be including here but you can go hunt yourselves over here). Here's a little stroll through the weirdest township you ever did see.
@saroko-still-draws​: "they enslave the tree, forcibly make it larger than it should be, and drain its magic for their convenience." Lovely!
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The well-worn path is the most dangerous part of this birch grove by @alanahsart-blog​. OoooOhOhh:
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The pond has an "array of amusing fish"! by @emilylorange​:
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You might find the occasional hair in this cave by @justanotherfoolhere​:
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Hmm a nice warm bath with a nice friendly vampire in it by @rowanmeierotto​:
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A charming cave with lots of space for stolen goods by @etb-eg​:
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A glimpse into this pocket dimension courtesy of @bearhats​:
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Treats before secrets with @flowerboy4eva​:
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A kitchen for (as yet unsuccessful) summoning—"the apprentice is doing her best." @ir-dr​:
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"Little mad scientist with their little mad science room" by @mayyak​:
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Wistfully watching this gremlinery from the shadows? It's never too late to get involved—your week 1, week 2, and week 3 templates await you.
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Leonardo's First Love—Splinter's Talk
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When Leo realized his heart was being divided, he felt afraid. 
His attention had always been captured by his family and his mission—he knew what it was like to love them. But never had he thought his love was going to be snatched up, split, and taken almost wholly by someone of the race that thought they were monsters. 
When Leo noticed the pull towards something else, something new, he pushed himself away. 
He found himself tonight an observer to soft skin, a vulnerable but inviting form that seemed to master existing as is without striving for status-quo. And it was entrancing, desirable; sparked sensations in him he had put under wraps years ago as a teen. Useless instinct. Basic drive. He had more to expect from the world, and expected more, he did…but every night, went back to the same old scenario. Her. 
"Get out of my head," he groaned as he laid up in the quiet lair when he was supposed to be resting, lost in thought. Smooth curves. A small stature against his. Hands, running down—he paused. Somewhere in the middle of a fantasy, he'd heard the words "I love you". That brought him back to the fact that it wasn't just desire. For that there were things he felt embarrassed to indulge in sometimes; but it didn't help anymore. Because those people in the screens, the words on a page of an R-rated book, were not her. Couldn't be, even if he tried. He wanted to know for just a moment what it was like to be human. To have that possibility of love there for the taking. And to never go for it, with all the permission those men had just for being human, he was disgusted. Feeling bitter over that fact sent his mind into overdrive—because he would feel even worse if some man did go for it with her. Like a walking contradiction, he was fighting with himself every step of the way. From she should stay away, to she should be with me. 
He got up to practice some forms. Maybe do maintenance on his flexibility. Sharpen his katanas. Anything to stop thinking and start doing. Somewhere during his steady training, he heard Master Splinter enter. 
"What is the matter, my son?" asked Splinter. He always knew even when his more stoic child Leonardo was troubled. 
"What's the matter? Nothing's the matter. I'm fine," Leo replied, balancing on one leg. "[Y/N] should head home, it's almost time for patrol." 
Splinter sat cross-legged down on a cushion with a slight smile. "So quick to mention [Y/N], even when you're preoccupied," he commented, "I told her she was welcome to stay whenever she liked. To repay for her generosity." That generosity being, stocking their fridge with things they couldn't get a hold of, to help out the heroes of New York. Something along the lines of making sure they were eating right for all they did. 
Leo paused, "What? I'm not quick, I was just saying…Splinter, it's weird having someone around now." 
"Does not have to be 'weird'," Splinter said. Leo felt his black eyes on him even when turned around. He was flustered, still going through the smooth motions of his kata. "Tell me what is really going on, Leonardo. I know you have something on your mind." 
Giving up his rotations, Leo slumped a little as he stepped off of the pedestal, setting his katanas down as he faced his father. "I don't know what's up with me, Master. I just don't get it." 
Splinter gave a knowing hum. Still, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "It seems like you've been quite bothered over [Y/N], my son."
He knew he couldn't hide anything from Splinter. There was no point in deflecting longer; he was only embarrassing himself. Finally, he admitted, "I can't…you know the way it is, Master, it'll never work. She's cool with us, but she's a human. And I'm a mutant." He sat down before his father on a plain mat. 
"Yes, a very beautiful human, too," the old rat mused, gently stroking the longer hairs of his chin. Leo flinched and opened his mouth to switch the focus of the conversation, but Splinter beat him to it. "Surely a woman like that would not ever spend money on, cook for, and give quite undivided attention to such a mutant when he's training. You are correct, my son, it's over." 
Leo's face flushed cold, blood rushing to his cheeks as he listened to his father. "Master Splinter! I'm being serious!" he fussed as he leaned forward onto his palms. "I don't know what to do, I—" 
"—want to stop feeling this way, yes, I know," Splinter finished for him. "Oh, young love." 
It was quiet for more than a moment. Leo's face softened, his blue eyes studying his father's as he gave Leo a look of acknowledgement. He gathered the courage stuck in his gut fluttering about his stomach, mind bouncing between [Y/N] and what his dad was saying. "I made myself stop thinking about love and stuff a long time ago. Mikey's always going on about it. I know Raph wants to be accepted more than anything, and Donnie, he's got his secrets. I'm supposed to be the example. I was supposed to show them we can live and not care. That our lives are worthwhile even without humans being involved. But now…" 
Splinter raised a brow at him. 
"I'm in love," Leo said. "And—and want it so badly." 
Splinter reached forward to place a hand on his shoulder. As soon as [Y/N] had entered their lives, he knew this day was going to come for one of his sons. It was inevitable, he thought. "Welcome to manhood, my son, this was fated to happen at some point. I've only been waiting since she arrived." 
Leo felt exposed. He felt unsure, and that uncertainty was driving him insane. He was always steadfast in his approach. Knowing he was a fish out of water in this situation disarmed him. 
"Master Splinter, what do I do? Tell me." 
Splinter's idle smile left as the tone turned  more serious suddenly, adding to Leo's growing discomfort. "You must understand that having [Y/N] means that your burden will grow. Not only will it be your brothers you will have to protect, but her, as well. It is your job to defend her from anything that could put her in harm's way. She is not built to fight like you. She is vulnerable, and being affiliated to us will only add to the dangers already present in this world. That is what you must come to terms with. But you must not ignore your heart, either." 
Having another body to look after. He contemplated that before answering. When he thought about defending her, it did not feel like an added chore. He wanted to. What was he so strong for if not to also protect the woman he loved? And what he had said before…could she have felt the same way? 
"You've prepared me more than enough to be able to handle another person, Master." 
He wanted nothing more than to hold her. That was something he could not deny. He enjoyed being an observer to a way of life so different from his; femininity, not always being the one taking care of others. He loved his family, but at times, leading was tiring. He wanted to forget about it for just a little bit, maybe lay down, be with someone he didn't have to "manage".
Splinter would have been lying to have said he wasn't surprised at all. But he knew his sons, inside and out—Leonardo had iron will. 
"It is your choice, Leonardo," Splinter said amiably. 
His choice? He wanted to laugh. There almost wasn't a choice. He felt like every road led back to her. It was either face his fears, or stay awake every night plagued with the possibilities of what could be. And he didn't handle fear well. It twisted his stomach and ate him up inside when he felt uncertain, afraid. God, one word is all I need from her. Just one "yes". One touch. One kiss.  He wanted to feel her hands explore his plastron, run along the edge of his shell. Love what made him, him. 
Overcoming the hesitance he felt, he let out a deep breath, committing to a final answer. " I don't know how, but...I want to try. I can't let this go. There has to be a reason all of this happened. If everything that's happened to us up until now has been destiny...I can believe it for this, too. Thank you, master."
Just felt like writing our leader in blue having a talk with his father 😌 Going to make this a little mini series for all the boys!
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donniesgirlie · 2 months
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First TMNT fic, let's goooooo!
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Say Something: Donatello x F! Reader
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"Please-" You can hear Donnie clamoring after you as you make your way to the Lair's exit.
Your heart is roaring in your ears, your face is hot, and embarrassment floods your veins. Why do you always have to make a fool of yourself? Why did you think it was a good idea to confide in the one brother who over-shares when excited - especially about something so delicate?
You can't blame Mikey, though. You know he only had good intentions, but the knowledge doesn't quell the humiliation that's wrapping around you and squeezing.
Donnie finally catches up to you, hand shooting out to capture your wrist.
"Please..." he repeats. "Say something..."
"What do you want me to say, Donnie? I think it's been laid out pretty clear..." You say, voice void of emotion and eyes hollow in a last ditch attempt to keep yourself from crying - until you're back in the privacy of your own home, at least.
"So, it's true? Mikey was right?"
A self depreciating chuckle rips it's way from your chest, echoing through the damp tunnel system. "For once? Yeah. He's right."
Donatello's tongue darts out to wet his lips before swallowing. "Y/-"
"- what do you want me to say?" You repeat. "That I'm completely in love with my best friend? That every time I'm near you, my heart feel like it's going to beat out of my chest? Or how about that every time you smile, I just want to grab you by your face and kiss you stupid!?"
Your voice gains volume the more you talk, and, by the end, you feel a bit hysterical, but you soldier on.
"Donnie, I didn't want this to be how you found out - hell, I was kind of hoping you never found out bc I didn't want to ruin this," you gesture between you as the tears start to fall.
"You're my best friend... How was I supposed to deal with the possibility of this pushing you away? Of losing you because I can't get my damn feelings in chec-"
It's your turn to get cut off as Donnie surges forward and crashes his lips against yours. His hands gently hold your jaw as he kisses you.
Slowly, you fall into the kiss; eyes slipping shut and your hands coming up to grip his arms. He uses his hold to tilt your head, deepening the kiss and drawing out a small whimper from you. When you finally break apart, Donnie rest his forehead against yours as he searches your eyes for something.
Once he finds whatever it is, he let's out a small laugh, thumb gently brushing your cheek as he speaks. "I'm completely in love with you, too...
"Your laugh, the way you always make me smile - everything about you drives me insane. I don't know how you've never noticed. God- every brush of your skin on mine makes me feel like I'm on fire..." He nuzzles his snout against you. "You could never push me away, love."
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miguelslefteyebrow · 9 months
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Secret
Pairing : Miguel O' Hara X Reader
Genre : fluff
Summary : Miguel and you are in a secret relationship, yet sometimes he can’t help but snap when he feels slightly jealous
Request/idea by: Anon requested Miguel with a reader who has the same spider powers and fluff : )
Wordcount: 1.2k
Miguel O’Hara Masterlist
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Miguel is in his lair, as he often is. Eyes set of the many holographic screens in front of him. Currently though, he's more focused on leading a mission. 
He's sent out a team he's a little less familiar with. A Peter Parker (Spiderman), Flash thompson (or Agent Venom, as he likes to refer to) and Y/N L/N (Spiderwoman 2012). The only person he's familiar with is Y/N. You've got similar powers to his, the only difference being the color of your suit ( black and red). The two of you have sparred a few times before. Originally he had been afraid to hurt you, but you turned out to be a lot fiercer than expected. 
Truth to be told, he likes you. A lot. And thankfully, you like him as well. However, not wanting everyone to know, you've asked to keep your relationship secret. He had agreed, thinking it would be for the best as well. 
However, since he met agent Venom, he's regretted doing so. Sometimes he even regrets asking him to join the team.
you and Flash are close. Your laid back personality making it easy for everyone to talk to you. Flash is more of a no-brainer. He's more about physical strength than actually thinking of a plan. Originally Miguel had thought of him as useless, but he follows orders without question.
Currently, they're chasing after a loose Doc Ock, and  are close to rounding the mission up.
" Peter, watch your left flank, you've got incoming!" Your voice sounds over Miguel's ear piece.
And right on time it seems, thanks to your warning, Peter is able to avoid a pointy tentacle.
" Woah, thanks Y/N!" 
He watches as Doc Ock now goes for you. You react quickly, using your claws to cut off the tentacle that was aimed for your face.
Miguel smiles the slightest bit at your move. It was one that he had taught you during training.
" Okay, I have a plan. Y/N distract it for a good while in a circle. Peter and Flash, you web him up. After that Peter should electrocute him so you can wrap it up." Miguel instructs the team.
They all give a response of confirmation, before setting his plan in action. Unlike Miguel, you didn't work out much, and due to the less mass, you're a lot quicker, avoiding Doc Ock's aims whilst he keeps aiming for you. Peter and Flash manage to do as instructed as well.  The two of them web his tentacles together in a way that doesn't directly make the man aware, until it's too late, and he tumbles down, tentacles twisted and wrapped together. DocOck grunts as he falls harshly. The three spiders swing down in front of him, proud smiles and smirks on their faces.
" You just wait, Spiderman!-" Doc Ock starts, before you web his mouth up.
You don't say anything, but hold your hands up for a high five from both your teammates. They do so easily.
" Well done team!" Peter says, smile evident in his voice.
" Okay. That's it guys, bring him in." Miguel's stoic voice sounds through once more.
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It doesn't take long before the three of you are back at HQ, with Doc Ock between the other variants downstairs.
The three of you are in Miguel's office currently. 
" Woah, did you see that Miguel? We totally nailed it!" Flash beams enthusiastically, not realizing the boss is quite aware of that already.
" Yes Flash, I kno-"
" Did you see how Y/N and I worked together? That was amazing! I knew we would be as great in the field as we are off the field." 
Miguel's jaw ticks. To Peter, he probably seems annoyed by Flash. To Flash he probably just seems tired, but you know better. You know Miguel hates it when the other spider people tend to ship you with Flash. Something that happens more often because of the game nights the lot of them sometimes organize and partake in.
You raise a brow.
" It was a team effort, Flash. We couldn't have done it without Peter. And Miguel's plan is what put it all together. It really was a team effort." You point out, arms crossed over your chest.
" Yeah, but still-!"
" I've had enough of your nonsense Flash, get out." Miguel huffs.
" Awe c'mon boss, you've got to admit it-!" 
" No. Now leave." 
Miguel gives Flash that cold, angry look. That along with his tall posture, gives Flash a clear message; Miguel needs space.
" Oh, right then. We'll go." Flash says with a smile, turning and grabbing you by the wrist to take you with to the cafeteria.
" Leave Y/N here, I got some stuff to talk with her about. " He says, a tired tone in his voice.
He shoos Peter away as well, who gives you a pat on your shoulder as he walks out. Flash gives you a wave aswell, before sprinting off to whoever knows where.
" So, you got stuff you want to talk about?" You say with a knowing smile.
He rolls his eyes, before pushing off the table (desk?) he was leaning on and stepping of the platform. He shoots a web at you, the neon material sticking to your suit as he pulls you close with it. His hands rest on your waist, keeping you as close as he can now that the other two are out.
" God, do I hate flash." He complains.
You grin, placing your hands on his upper arms.
" I know."
" Should I fire him? I think I should." He mumbles, meant probably mostly for himself. 
You laugh.
He can feel his tense posture slacking with the sound of it.
" Don't fire him. He's fun to hangout with-"
" Are you shipping yourself with him now?-"
" No! Absolutely not. He's still my friend though." You cock your head at him.
Miguel knows he's a goner when you look at him like that with those pretty eyes of yours.
" He's brainless." 
" That's fine, he's not important." You point out to him.
His lips tilt into a small smirk.
" Good. Now kiss me-" 
He's cut off as you place your lips on his, hands moving from his arms to spread out over his chest, his own moving from your waist to your hips. His lips move passionately with yours, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. When you eventually pull away to breath, he tries to follow you. You giggle as he does so.
" Te amo." He whispers softly, moving a stray hair from your face.
You smile at him.
" You know I don't speak spanish, Iguel'." You pout.
He knows. For now he's too afraid to tell you exactly what it means.
[ A/N: My requests are currently empty but I still want to write more, anyone has any ideas/requests they're willing to share with me? ]
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yorshie · 4 months
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If you're still doing requests, would you be willing to do Raph with 18 as fluff? Something like reader coming to the lair after work and trying to brush off a fever? (Side blog is rye-smiles, recently made. I've only followed for a few weeks but I've always loved TMNT. Your writing is getting me into bayverse for the first time ☺️ I love your style and characterization (of the turtles and the reader))
Hello! Thank you for including your side blog name! Doesn't matter how long you've been in the Trash Pile, we're just happy you're here :)
And YEEESSS another convert! Glad you're getting into bayverse, I'm sorry my writing operates on the assumption you've already seen the movies lol. It is my main jammy jam, but I try not to talk bad about the other iterations, I like all the turtles.
And Alrighty~ Let's get to Big Red (sorry if this feels a bit disjointed i was going for sick reader-not much visual info)
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The world wasn't quite spinning sideways when you tipped through the turnstiles and into the Lair, but you definitely counted yourself lucky that a cool grip caught your shoulder before you could spill onto the floor.
A flash of red fluttered beside your face, and you let out a little sigh, comforted that it was Raph who had caught you. His grip was gentle, fingers curling to squeeze lightly when you did nothing more than hang in his grip.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" He asked somewhere above your line of sight, and you nodded stubbornly, not realizing you continued the motion doggedly until his other hand came up to press against your forehead, the little scales on the back of his hand almost smooth against you.
"You sure about that, tiger? Cuz you feel really warm." You leaned into the cool hand pressing against your skin, barely feeling it when he moved to palm the side of your face.
"Alright, clearly out of it then. C'mon." The earth swayed violently, and you were intensely glad there was nothing left in your stomach to protest the movement. Another blink and you were airborne, cradled in a strong grip that gently swayed. Your mind tiredly supplied different parts of the familiar Lair moving slowly past as Raph carried you through the living room and up the stairs leading to personal spaces.
You thought you'd only blinked, but the next thing you were aware of was cold sheets and a blanket being tucked over you, breath painting your face as Raph crouched in front of you.
You tried to shift away into the comforting plush of his blankets, but he tapped you gently on your cheek to get your attention. "Not yet, sweetheart. You gonna puke?" When you tiredly shook your head, he spoke again. "You take any medicine?"
Another shake, and he finally smoothed a hand over your hair, inviting you to snuggle into the silent affection. "Alright, well.... stay here, don't go trying to wander off. I'm gonna go check with Don on some stuff. Be right back."
You did little more than hum to show you'd heard, and maybe understood, before footsteps walking away drifted through your sleepy mind and you snuggled into Raph's bed once more.
In what felt like no time at all, hands were curling around your arms, pulling you upright to lean against the hard edge of a plastron. You grumbled at the treatment, trying to slop back into the blankets and return to their warmth.
Raph snorted, gave his own grumble that rattled across your skin, and your eyes opened blearily just in time to see the cup of reddish pink medicine heading straight for your slack mouth.
Artificial cherries. You must have made some sort of face, because Raph shushed your apparent protest.
"Nu uh, take it all." Your hand came up to hold onto the cup, to control the flow of liquid, and Raph let you do so, only pulling the cup away when it was empty. "Alright, now, drink some water."
You did as he asked, watching him watch you oh so closely, taking in the way he kept his hands out in case you toppled off his side. When you handed the water back and laid down once more, you captured one hand, bringing it lazily up to your face as a substitute for a cold pack.
His chuckle was lost to the undignified snore you let loose, but you felt the slow pet of his thumb over your cheek right before you dropped off.
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fishsticksloser · 6 months
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Blind!Reader
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RotTMNT x gn!reader
Warnings: blind!reader, possible danger, written differently than normal, short
A/N: it's Wednesday? Crazy... it does not feel like Wednesday...
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It took some getting used to
They helped you learn to navigate the lair
They were all really kind, learning everything they could to possibly help you
Raph babied you a little
He was really close to putting pool noodles on all his spikes to avoid injury
Mikey also babied you a little bit not as much as Raph
He'd always make sure you were okay, even if you just gently bumped something
Leo was fairly laid back
At least on the outside
On the inside he's screaming, wanting to make sure you're okay all the time
But you've been blind your who life so you know best
Donnie is the most laid back
He trusts you, trusts your judgement
You are the blind one afterall
Still, he does freak out every once in a while
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lukabitch · 2 months
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Hi could I request jason Todd x trans reader where even though jason is in midst of pit rage he’s just like domestic with bf and Both of them just are dramatic and cause chaos
The dramatic duo? Oh yes please I live for domestic Jason! Thank you so much for the request! :)
Cw: Jason yelling, strangling, very angsty, kinda happy ending, off shoot of the Arkham games,
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You don’t remember much from what happened. You were mourning the loss of your boyfriend, Jason, when suddenly you had a bag over your head being taken somewhere. The person forcing you to walk was trying to be nice about things, which was weird. When the bag was pulled from your head you were met with a beautiful woman dressed in assassins gear. She introduced herself as Talia Al Ghul, a high standing leader in the League of Assassins.
“My father is in dire health, he needs to be in the lazarus pit at all times. We need a device that will keep the waters of the pit flowing through him. I have received intel that you would know the blueprints to such a device.” She explained to you with an air of urgence. You had helped both Jason and Batman with several devices, including one that was for Batman’s heavy duty suit. Talia continued to speak on the matter. “In return for the blueprints, we will revive Jason Todd.” Her words sent shivers down your spine. The offer was too tempting not to take, after all it was just blueprints right?
“Okay you've got yourself a deal.” You proceed to draw out the blueprints for the device and a list of the needed materials. She kept up her side of the deal and took you to where they were keeping Jason. She led you to a part of their lair that was heavily guarded. She then proceeds to open a heavy metal door, though she didn’t seem fazed by it. 
“He’s in here, give him time to rest before traveling.” Her words had a weird vibe to them, almost like a warning. You walked into the chamber while remaining on edge, something just doesn’t feel right. The moment your eyes laid on Jason it was like a bullet went through you. You felt too many emotions for one person to handle, mainly though it was happiness. You watched as Jason stood up and stumbled in your direction. Before he could fall, you caught him in your arms.
“Jason, are you okay?” You asked softly, a look of concern washed over. Something had felt wrong, but before you could react, Jason had his hands around your throat. In a matter of seconds you were fighting for your life.
Choked noises escaped your mouth as you tried to tell him to stop. You never could get the words out. In your last moments of consciousness you touched his cheek. The tender act broke through him somehow.
You woke up in your apartment with no clue how you got here. The thought of it being a dream had crossed your mind. Though it was proven wrong by looking in the mirror. You heard some rummaging in the kitchen. In the kitchen you found Jason making breakfast.
“Oh dude, you didn’t have to do that.” You say roughly. Your voice still hadn’t fully recovered from the strangulation.
“Nope, you know better. Can’t talk me out of anything.” He said with a small smile. Despite the situation he seemed happy. He plates the pancakes. “Come on, your food will get cold.”
You laughed and sat down at the table. Things seemed to be looking up.
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atundratoadstool · 11 months
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I know you've listed the character ages already, but what about physical descriptions? I remember Van Helsing being described as having red hair and blue eyes and I know Lucy's a blonde, but that's it.
Stoker is both frequently very spartan in his physical descriptions of characters and obsessively interested in detailing their facial features owing to his zealous belief in the thoroughly racist science of physiognomy. Here's a breakdown of what we know in the text plus some notes on how these features possibly operate in relation to Stoker's views, experiences, and research:
[CW: Spoilers and a fair number of mentions of Stoker's inescapable racism/antisemitism under the cut.]
Jonathan Harker: Jonathan is barely described but in possession of hair that turns white over the course of the novel. He possibly has a beard or a lot of stubble following the unfortunate yeeting of his shaving mirror. Like many of Bram Stoker's hunky lawyer protagonists, he's more often describing characters than being described by them.
Mina Harker: She is described by Seward as "attractive," "sweet-faced," and "dainty looking." She also has eyes that blaze like "pole stars," which is a very common description in Stoker's greater body of work (See: Stephen Norman in The Man and Teuta Vissarion in Lady of the Shroud) and match with his rapturous descriptions of real world actress Geneviève Ward. While it isn't as common a denotation of willfulness and determination as aquiline noses, it's generally used to indicate female characters who are very hardcore and may obtain a gun. Her skin is light enough for the red mark she obtains to be clearly visible upon it, although I will note that Mimi Salton from Lair of the White Worm is both undeniably a Mina 2.0 and mixed race/darker skinned, which might be worth considering in the realm of headcanon given how frequently Stoker just recycles characters and their physical attributes.
Lucy Westerna: She's pretty, and her weight and appearance definitely fluctuates over the course of her illness. Her hair is laid out in "sunny ripples" while she's alive. She becomes a "dark-haired woman" while undead. This frustrates many many critics and commentators. It's been proposed that the "sunny ripples" just refers to the gloss on her dark hair. It's been proposed the blondeness/darkness hair is an indicator of her innate goodness/evilness... like Smurfette (which has--again--some Stoker-typical racist implications). The most obvious Doylist explanation is that Stoker cannot track characters' hair color much as he cannot track all his dates.
Jack Seward: Strong jaw. Nice forehead. Immense lunatic asylum. He's also mentioned as being thin in comparison to Renfield and Lucy thinks he's handsome (although obviously not as desirable as Arthur).
Arthur Holmwood: His hair is curly. He is tall. He is also a hottie, as attested to by Lucy and by Jack (who finds him very manly as he kills his vampire fiancee).
Quincey P. Morris: I haven't recalled or been able to look up any major descriptors. He apparently carries himself like a "moral Viking" (as Jack attests in the midst of commenting on yet another friend's manliness). I went into some detail as to how he reads in terms of race here and how it might mesh with Lucy's comparison of him to Othello.
Abraham Van Helsing: After the Count, he's the most thoroughly described character in terms of physiognomy, and that physiognomy... is more or less the spitting image of Bram Stoker as he describes himself (...you know, Abraham "Bram" Stoker, who has the same first name as this super genius great-at-everything character). He's got sensitive nostrils, big forehead bumps, a nice jaw, a big mouth, a strong build, and red hair. I wrote a comparison between him and Stoker here. I will also note that the forehead bumps are a phrenological feature denoting creativity and that Jonathan remarks that he apparently has eyebrows incompatible with self doubt.
R. M. Renfield: He appears to be swoler than Seward even if his swoleness is to no avail against Dracula.
Dracula: There is a lot to unpack with Dracula. He has an aquiline nose, which is one of the absolutely most significant recurring features in Stoker's greater corpus (See: The Judge from "The Judge's House"; Solomon Mendoza from The Watter's Mou; Don Bernadino from The Mystery of the Sea; Joy Ogilvie from Lady Athlyne; and Edgar Caswall from The Lair of the White Worm), and this trait was shared by his boss and Idol Henry Irving. It undoubtedly has physiongomic significance to Stoker, who seems to use it to denote command and leadership, although it is worth noting that Cesare Lombroso mentions aquiline noses as a feature of murderers and that many critics have pointed out its potential connections to Stoker's antisemitism (and specifically the suspicion regarding Jewish immigrants in the wake of the Jack the Ripper killings). Dracula additionally has a "domed forehead," which can paradoxically be associated in physiognomy with both high intellect and mental feebleness. His sharp teeth are a trait Stoker associates with "a militant instinct" (Lombroso, again, connects them with murderers) and are described in much the same way he describes Alfred Lord Tennyson and Sir Richard Burton's teeth, although he took notes from Sabine Baring-Gould's Book of Were-wolves in which sharp teeth are a werewolf trait. We also have pretty explicit evidence that Dracula's unibrow, pointy nails, and hairy palms are also from Baring-Gould. Overall, Dracula seems to be a real hodgepodge of physiognomic traits that seem to haunt Stoker's work, racist criminological theory, and actual folklore.
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into-crazy · 1 year
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celebrating your birthday with Pennywise headcanons
Warnings- none, it's pretty much fun and fluff, ages 18+
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Pennywise doesn't really get or understand the concept of celebrating birthdays.
"Why do humans do this, y/n? What makes it so special?"
You'd just have to try your best at explaining the whole concept to him. He tries to grasp an understanding of it, but he finds it quite meaningless.
The only things he believes should be of importance are the basics for survival. Which to him consists of eating, sleeping, and mating. Everything else seems rather pointless to him.
However, he makes the effort of learning much more about it now. Since you've brought up the fact that your birthday was coming up soon. Concepts which seem to have significance to you, he tries his best to acknowledge them.
After all, you're his favorite little earthling and he really wants to make you happy.
He'd curiously ask you, "so what do you want to do for your date of birth, pretty one?"
"Oh, well I don't know. I don't have anything planned." You'd tell him.
He's beyond ecstatic to hear that, because he can arrange something for you. Light bulbs flash around in his mind like the deadlights.
Pennywise will raid the birthday/party section at your local store. Anything that catches his attention, he'll grab. He ends up with a large pile of items which he stashes in a hidden spot back at his lair.
You notice that his attitude has been extra bubbly lately. It's because he is very excited and can't wait to surprise you.
On the morning of your birthday, he will get everything set up before you even wake up. It doesn't take him too long. He's pretty fast and he will also just figure things out on his own.
Once you wake up, you are instantly greeted with Pennywise grinning above you. Those big blue eyes sparkling into yours.
"Happy day of birth y/n!"
"Aw, thanks Penny."
Because he is so impatient, he practically drags you out of bed and into the living room. Guiding you the entire way with his large hands covering your eyes.
He removes his hands once you're there. "SURPRISE!"
Immediately, you're amazed by the sight before you. There are about four 'Happy Birthday' banners hung up on the walls. Lots of red balloons floating around- courtesy of Pennywise. Party hats scattered in various places like little decorations. Streamers zigzagging right under the ceiling. And colorful tablecloth laid out on the table, with a bunch of stuff on top.
While you take it all in, Pennywise quickly dresses you in a birthday sash and a little crown.
On the table, you find a birthday cake with candles that are already lit. Along with plates and napkins for the occasion. There was also a small pile of gifts made up with things you like and random party favors.
"Do you like it?"
"Oh Penny, I love it- all of it! Thank you so much!"
Pennywise is satisfied to hear that you like everything. Gives you a big wet smooch and a huge warm hug.
You struggle with trying to put one of the party hats on his large head. The string of the article nearly snaps on the poor clown. But you manage to get it on since he likes to feel included.
He ushers you to the cake and sings "Happy Birthday" to you. In fact, he's taken the time to learn and practice the lyrics so he could get it right.
Urges you to hurry up when blowing out the candles because he really wants some cake.
"Go on, make your wish! Blow 'em out, blow 'em out, blow 'em out!"
First Penny cuts out a neat slice for you, then proceeds to devour the rest of the cake. There won't be any left, so don't expect seconds.
You receive a variety of birthday cards with his name signed in every single one. Some of them, it was hard to tell whether he actually read them or if he just swiped them up.
Some honorable mentions include: 'Happy birthday to my ride or die. Love you bunches! -Pennywise' // 'Cheers to you for another trip around the sun! -Pennywise' // 'Happy birthday to my favorite person in the world! -Pennywise'
All of the messages in the cards make you laugh and smile. He's ridiculous, but you love him though.
After such a chaotic start, the rest of the day is left entirely up to you. He will happily do whatever you want to do, since it is your day.
Watch a movie while cuddling.. go out and do something fun.. sit and stare at each other for hours.. Literally anything, you name it.
Spending your birthday with Pennywise was absolutely perfect. You couldn't have wished for anything better.
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fried-milkfish · 1 year
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Escape
TW: Gore, obsessive love
Fandom: Rise of the TMNT
Pairing: Yandere! Donnie x Reader
Word Count: 1,638
After so many escape attempts, you thought you had it. You thought you were free. But, how you were so, so wrong.
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When did these sewer tunnels become a maze?
Having known the turtles for years, you thought you've grown to know the sewer tunnels like the back of your hand. In order to avoid someone following you to their Lair, you took various different routes everyday.
Racing through the different tunnels, you ducked into a small corner, attempting to quietly catch your breath. Reaching into your pocket, you took out the small knife you had pocketed from the kitchen, before carefully slicing off the sleeves of your shirt.
You balled up one sleeve and shoved it into your mouth, attempting to ignore the taste of sweat and blood on your tongue. You then took the other sleeve and wrapped it around your arm, just below your shoulder, before tying it as tight as you possibly could.
Grabbing the knife once more, you pointed the tip at your upper arm.
Taking a deep breath in, you quickly shoved the knife in. Muffled cries leaked out of your throat as blood began to spill out of the wound.
There was no time to waste though.
Tossing the knife aside, you dug your fingers into the wound, biting harder and harder on the fabric as you tried to push through the pain.
The pain was almost unbearable, but not nearly as much as staying with him.
You searched and searched and searched. You soon start to grow hopeless, before feeling something small and hard embedded deep in your flesh.
You promptly ripped the device out and tossed it aside, glad to finally have been rid of it.
Spitting the fabric out, your chest heaved up and down as you tried to take in your breaths. However the blinking light of the small tracker strewn on the floor reminded you that it wasn't over yet.
You at least needed to reach the surface.
So you took the fabric around your arm and quickly tied it around your wound as a sort of makeshift bandage, before getting up and continuing your journey through the sewers.
You had to get as far as you can from where you previously were. He was likely tracking you, and if you didn't get far enough, he would find the tracker, and soon find you.
So you ran.
You ran and ran and ran.
Even when your lungs burned or your feet ached, you pushed down the pain and kept on running.
You ran and ran and ran and ran...
...until you somehow ran into a bear trap.
You were unable to stop the scream that tore out of your throat as pain sharpened and inflamed in your leg.
Slamming a hand over your mouth, you leaned against a nearby wall, balancing on your remaining foot.
You hurriedly wiped the tears away from your eyes, before looking down to assess the damage.
Sharp metal teeth pierced your skin and tore through the flesh in your leg. Blood began dripping down, making a small pool under you.
You gently tried to lay a little pressure on the foot, seeing if you can walk on it and continue, however the sharp pain that jolted up your leg told you otherwise.
You're not gonna be able to continue with this metal trap tearing into your leg.
Sliding down the wall until you were on the ground, you gently brought your leg closer to you. The bloody torn flesh almost made you throw up, but somehow you were able to keep it down.
You then grabbed a part of your shirt, before ripping it into a long strip, exposing your midriff and leaving just enough fabric to cover your chest.
Setting the makeshift bandages aside, you gently laid your fingers around the sharp edges of the metal blades. You wondered how you were gonna pull the bear trap off of your leg without cutting your fingers open, before thinking of an idea.
Grabbing the fabric next to you, you laid it on the edges of the metal blades, before laying your fingers on the edges. The fabric won't stop the sharp edge of the blades digging into your fingers, but it would at least dull it.
Just as you gripped so as to pull the bear trap apart, a voice spoke up.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
You gasped upon immediately recognizing the voice. Your head shot up, your eyes moving all around your surroundings, just to see a lone figure walking down the tunnel towards you.
"Like it?" he taunted as he walked closer, the dim lights finally revealing his face to you. "Modified bear trap. If you try to pry it open the teeth will just sink deeper into you. Came up with it after April took us camping."
Your gaze hardened upon looking at his face. However, he was unfazed, and only continued to smugly smile.
"How... How did you find me...?" you asked, your chest heaving up and down as you tried focusing on breathing.
"It was easy," Donnie answered, tossing the small bloody tracker up and down. "Nice thinking taking out the tracker in your arm. But did you really think I wouldn't have put multiple trackers in you, for this very reason?"
You gritted your teeth in frustration. All that pain and all the effort... for nothing. You should've known he was one step ahead of you. He's always been.
"After three attempts, you'd think you'd learn," Donnie commented, stepping in front of you. "After seven, maybe, just maybe you would finally get the hint." He then knelt down, coming face to face with you. "But twelve whole attempts?"
You only glared at the insane turtle, letting silence be your response to his words.
Donnie let out a sigh, before reaching towards you. You flinched, thinking he was going to hurt you again, but was somewhat surprised when he only cupped your cheek instead.
"I wish you would just give up and give in to me..." he muttered as a thumb gently brushed against your cheek.
You gritted your teeth as frustration and anger built up inside you.
"As long as I'm alive I won't stop trying to get away from you."
Donnie let out another small, inaudible sigh.
"I thought so."
You promptly felt a searing pain in your skull as he grabbed a fistful of hair, before slamming your face into the ground.
A cry of pain tore from your throat upon impact. Rough, hard concrete scraped up your face, and your nose was most definitely broken.
You didn't even realize your body ended up contorting in a weird way until Donnie began adjusting your legs, fixing the position of your body to make you lie completely face down against the ground.
Not wanting to get a face full of concrete anymore, you laid your hands on the ground and began pushing yourself up, only to feel a harsh stomp on your back, slamming you against the ground once more and roughing up your skin even more.
"Do you know how much it hurts to see you try and run away from me?" Donnie spoke up, keeping his foot on you. The weight on your back only increased as he leaned down towards you. "Like you don't love me?"
You lifted your head a bit off the ground, just barely enough so you could speak.
"You're delusional if you think I could ever love someone like you."
Another scream bubbled up from your throat as your head was once again slammed against the hard ground. This time, he kept his hand on your head.
"Oh my dear (Y/n), sometimes I think you talk too much."
You struggled to breathe as the turtle sat his entire weight on you, straddling your back. You began to squirm, struggling to get the softshell off of you, when you froze upon feeling something cold at the back of your neck.
"I'd stay still if I were you," Donnie ordered as he pulled the back collar of your shirt down, fully exposing your neck and a bit of your back.
"W-What are you doing??" You asked, panic beginning to set it.
"Can't have you trying to escape me again," Donnie answered, lightly dragging the cold metal against your skin. "Like I said, stay still. Depending on where I sever your spinal cord, I could make you paralyzed from the waist down or the neck down."
Upon his words, you began to squirm more.
"D-Donnie," you whimpered, moving around. "Donnie p-please, please don't do this..!"
"Ah ah ah, what did I say about moving?" he responded, before digging your face further into the ground in an attempt to get you to stop moving. "If you make me mess up, I can't guarantee that you'll only lose feeling in your limbs. I might make you unable to breathe without the assistance of a machine; I don't mind it, I'll gladly make a machine to help you breathe, but I think I speak for both of us when I say it's probably better if you can breathe on your own."
"D-Donnie..." you sobbed, realizing what he's about to do. "Don't..."
Donnie lightly dragged the metal over your spine. "You know, this wouldn't have to happen if you just accepted me."
Tears pooled in your eyes, fearful that he was really going to do this.
"D-Donnie...please...I-I...I promise... I promise I'll be good..." you choked out, sobs interrupting bits of your sentence.
"Sorry, my dear (Y/n)," Donnie responded as he raised the scalpel. "I've given you one too many chances."
A scream tore out from your throat as the metal dug into your flesh, severing your spinal cord.
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Wow! My first post on tumblr. This is an unedited first draft as I wanted to get this out quickly. Also I've never written for rise donnie so sorry if he's a bit out of character.
This lil blurb was inspired by this post by @yanteetle. I really liked their idea of yandere donnie so I thought I'd put my own spin on it.
~Milkfish
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smolgloves · 4 months
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Midnight Snack
Summary: A sequel to The Blood and The Heart, where Freya learns just how much Tav trusts Astarion.
Trigger warning: fearplay, vore mention, mentions of murder/death, dehumanizing language, mentions of blood drinking, and Alcohol.
The Night grew quiet once Tav fell asleep, leaving Freya alone to her thoughts. It's strange, this was the perfect opportunity to slip away yet Freya felt no desire to do such a thing. Tav was an interesting person who seemed to put her at ease, maybe it was only because they were a halfling and thus were less intimidating to talk to despite being a larger being or maybe Freya is just starstruck by them after they saved her from that vampire. Whatever the case, Freya was not going to make an attempt at escaping. 
She'd much rather sift through the stuff Tav had given her, which was quite an abundance for her! They had all sorts of cloth and trinkets that didn't provide them with much use for their group, but Freya could take this stuff back to their cousin and they could get lost in their tinkering projects for hours! However there was one thing that caught her eye, a rope-like substance that seemed to stretch further than Freya could fathom, yet it would snap back into its original form. Tav mentioned they snagged it from a mad alchemist's lair, said it was called elastic. Freya gave the rope a tug as ideas swirled in her head. This may be the perfect thing to help her make the weapon she and her cousin were trying to come up with. Inspiration hit her and she got up to scavenge around the edge of the woods that was near the campsite, scanning the ground for sticks until she found the perfect one; it was Y-shaped and somewhat sturdy. Although some of the ends were a little jagged, but this was just a prototype, if this works, Freya can go home and show her cousin this and they can really improve it. She began with tying the elastic around the tip of the Y part of the stick, then tugged on the rope a few times before determining it wouldn't break from the tension. Now she just needed some ammo, fortunately the ground has an abundance of tiny pebbles that Freya could use on the new device. 
Freya looked over the prototype, she had just made a handheld catapult- or a peashooter as her cousin had coined. A sense of pride filled the borrower. “Kes is gonna love this!” She smiled and aimed the peashooter in random directions as she headed back to camp. She just needed a target to practice on and she could confidently call this project a success!
Freya went to return to where Tav was sleeping when she laid her eyes upon a horrific sight. She froze as she spotted Astarion prowling towards Tav. He knelt down by their face, hunger flickered in those crimson eyes as he caressed Tav's cheek, his hand gently traced down their neck. He drew closer to them with a sinister smile, he opened his mouth wide, letting his fangs come closer to his next meal. 
“No!” In a fluid motion, Freya scooped up a pebble off the ground, and catapulted it towards the vampire with the peashooter. It whistled in the air and hit the ground near where his hand rested, a tiny dust cloud stirred in the air. 
“What?!” Astarion broke away from Tav and snapped his gaze over to Freya. “You again?!” A mixture of shock and anger laced his voice. 
Freya didn't have time to think about a plan before she swiped another pebble from the ground and aimed her weapon at Astarion. “Stay back.” 
Astarion let out a cold chuckle. “What do you possibly think you can do with that miniscule weapon?” 
“Take one bite out of Tav, and you'll find out!” 
Astarion let out a mocking gasp. “Oh no, the little mouse is going to throw a pebble at me.” He dramatically draped his arm over his head, then immediately dropped the mockery to shoot a deathly glare at the borrower. “In case you've forgotten darling, I can bite your head off with no effort, which I might do if you deprive me from my meal!” 
Instinct told her to run, to not risk her life for a halfling she just met. It would be ease to just say this was Tav's own fault for letting a vampire run around the camp, but when she looked at their sleeping form, she couldn't let them get hurt. Freya steeled her nerves, refusing to break eye contact with him. “I won't ask again!”
A groan came from Tav. “What's going on?” 
“Oh now you've done it.” Astarion said, rolling his eyes.
“Tav get up!” Freya shouted. “You're in danger!” 
“What?!” Tav shot up and rolled away from their bedroll, pushing themselves on their feet and holding out their fists in defense. “What's going on?!” 
“Your vampire friend was about to drain you of your blood.” Freya exclaimed. 
Tav let their guard down, looking down at the borrower with sympathy. “Oh Freya…” 
“Did you not hear what I said?” 
Astarion's face lit up with a smirk. “Aww, did Tav forget to mention that they let me drink their blood?” 
“You're lying!” Freya snapped. “Only a bloody idiot would do that!” 
The vampire stifled a laugh. “Then I guess you don't know Tav very well. I have probably had more blood than you have if you were double your height.”
Freya stared back at Tav, hoping this was a joke but they just gave a sheepish smile. She lowered the peashooter and broke eye contact from Tav. “You've gotta be kidding me…” 
“What's with all the racket?”
Freya snapped her attention to the new voice that approached. A tiefling woman that towered above Tav and Astarion walked up to them, she had shorter black hair with horns curling above her head yet one horn was broken off. Interestingly, her dark red skin seemed to burn like embers in the night. Before anyone could answer the Tiefling, more people showed up with confusing murmurs and annoyance over the commotion the three had made. Freya counted five new faces approaching the campfire, five new larger folks that were now circled around Freya. There was no way to slip away without at least one of them noticing her.
“What is that?” Said a feminine voice belonging to a half elf with dark braided hair as she stared down at the borrower, soon more eyes followed the woman's gaze and locked on to Freya, making her feel smaller than she truly was. 
“I believe that is a borrower.” Said a bearded man with shoulder length brown hair. “They usually live in your walls to survive.” 
“Aww, she's adorable!” shouted the tiefling.
Freya swore her heart could be heard pounding against her chest by everyone around the campfire, she wanted to scream but her throat closed up; all she could do was freeze up. 
Pale fingers quickly wrapped around Freya's waist and plucked her from the ground, forcing a yelp out of her. She twisted herself to see her captor and saw Astarion wearing a cheeky smile on his lips. “Everyone, meet Freya, the newest stray that wandered into camp!” His voice dripped with a sickly sweet mockery. 
“Astarion, knock it off.” Tav hissed through their teeth.
“Don't worry, Tav. I'm just making formal introductions.” The vampire brushed a slender finger through her blonde curls, sending shivers down Freya's spine. “We don't wanna be rude.”
“Come now, Astarion, put the borrower down.” Said a man with horns protruding out of his forehead. “She looks absolutely terrified.” 
“Yes,” Tav urged, the patience in their voice was waning thin. “Let's put her down.”
“Chk, I've heard of these tiny istiks.” The Githyanki woman said, narrowing her eyes. “Whenever the githyanki found them, they always crushed them for trying to steal from us.”
Freya sucked in a gasp, it felt as though lead had formed in the pit of her stomach trying to weigh her down. She tried to keep her head cool under the spotlight, but her heart threatened to explode! But what made everything worse was when she felt a muscle in Astarion's hand twitch, Freya didn't dare glance over to him, she didn't need to when she could feel the sneer that radiated from him.
“Oh do tell, Lae'zel.” He inched closer to the gith. “And don't leave out any gorey details.”
“That's enough!” Tav snapped.
“I will not partake in your petty mockery.” Lae'zel glared up at Astarion. “Either kill the creature or let it go, I do not care.” 
Panic settled into Freya, causing her breathing to grow shaky. Her eyes darted from each person, some watched with pity, others disgust, but they were watching her terror like it was a play. What happened to that fearless borrower from earlier?
“Oh come now, I'm only trying to bond with our guest by telling some ghost stories around the campfire.” The vampire brought Freya closer to his face, giving her a hungry stare; he was enjoying the fear he was putting her through. “I could always tell her about the things Cazador used to do to borrowers….” 
“ASTARION!” Tav's voice bellowed like a crack of thunder, breaking Astarion away from Freya. That was all she needed to aim her peashooter at the vampire, in a second the pebble she still held in her hand was already flung out of the elastic and lobbing towards his eye. 
“ACK!” Astarion flinched back, his grip on Freya loosened and she easily slipped through his fingers. There was only a moment where she could lock eyes with a horrified Tav as she began her descent to the ground. Freya had no choice but to accept her fate, she closed her eyes one last time to give a silent prayer to the gods that her death would be swift.
A male voice shouted out something in a language Freya was not familiar with. A cold rush of wind brushed under her and she suddenly wasn't falling anymore. Her eyes flew open to see a disembodied blue hand had broken her fall. The feeling was even more surreal than being in an actual person's hands, there was a chilling breeze that flowed around her, yet the translucent limb was solid to the touch. 
The bearded man stepped forward and knelt down to be more eye level with the borrower. Upon closer inspection, Freya could see the man had brown eyes that looked at her softly. She also noticed these strange faded markings sat under his left eye and snaked their way down to his neck and chest, if there was more to those markings, they were hidden away by the purple velvet tunic he wore. “Are you alright?” He asked with a warm smile. 
Is she alright? She had just had her fears exploited by a vampire and almost fell to her death in front of seven larger beings before the sun even rose, of course she's not alright! Tears threatened to fall from her face but Freya did her best to push those overwhelming feelings aside; the last thing she needed was to cry in front of that vampire bastard.
“Put me down, please…” Her voice trembled along with the rest of her body. 
The bearded man never said a word, he just nodded and motioned the ghastly hand to descend to the ground, letting her gently slide off. Freya's legs felt like jelly on solid ground, she dropped to her knees, her heavy breaths being the only thing that kept the night from being silent; eyes were like arrows shooting through the cowering borrower. The only thing Freya could do was silently hope for this night to end quickly. 
“I need everyone to leave!” Tav's voice carried around the camp. “Go back to your tents and give her some space!” 
The adventurers began to shuffle away, curiosity still written on their faces. The one tiefling woman passes by Freya, giving her a thumbs up. “Nice shot, back there.” She said before walking away. As the crowd dispersed, Freya found the nerve to look around, only Tav and Astarion remained, his left eye was squeezed shut.
“When I say everyone, I mean everyone.” Tav ordered. 
“Oh come now, Darling. I was just having a bit of fun.” He said nonchalantly.
“A bit of fun?” Tav blurted out. “You nearly killed her!” 
“After she shot my eye!” Astarion scoffed. “I think we're even now.” 
“Leave now.” Tav's voice was quiet and firm, yet anger boiled at the edge. It drove a chill down Freya's spine, Astarion must have felt the same way because she watched him back away from the halfling. There was a flicker of bitterness in his eyes as he glanced over at the borrower but then the vampire mostly seemed hurt when he looked back over to Tav. He didn't breathe a word as he wandered back to his tent.
Once the vampire stalked off, Freya could no longer hold back tears, they streamed down her cheeks. 
“Gods Freya, I'm so sorry.” Tav knelt down to the borrower and slowly reached out for her. 
Freya flinched. “Please don't…. I've had enough of giant hands for one night.” 
“I understand.” They pulled their hand back and shifted to sit in a more criss-cross position, giving Freya the space she needed. It took a minute for her to compose herself and finally look up at the halfling. 
“Do you actually let him bite you?” Freya asked, wiping her tears away. 
“Yeah, I do sometimes.” Tav's face grew red. “I kind of forgot that I agreed to let him do it for tonight. Sorry, I would have warned you otherwise.”
Freya's jaw went slack. “Why would you agree to something like that?” 
They gave a soft smile. “It's a rather long story, but I trust him quite a lot… despite his more abrasive tendencies.” 
“That's insane…” Was all Freya could say, she tried to rack her brain with any logical reason someone would do such a thing. Was she just biased or did everyone in this camp let the vampire drink their blood?
“Funny, I think we all said the same thing.” A feminine voice caused Freya to jolt out of her thoughts. She locked onto the source and saw the half-elf with the dark hair a few feet away. “Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” 
“I thought I told everyone to back off.” Tav sighed. 
“You did, but I couldn't help myself.” The woman smiled and sat down on her knees, she had a bottle of wine and a silver goblet in hand. “I was most curious about our new guest.” 
Freya took a moment to analyze the woman. Her dark hair was long and braided in a high ponytail, with bangs that fit nicely around the frame of her face; she had a scar that ran across her right cheek, she offered a warm smile but her forest green eyes seemed to calculate Freya's every move. Maybe it was the nerves, but she felt an ominous presence around the woman.
“Don't worry, I'm not going to grab you like Astarion did.” The woman chuckled softly. “If anything, I could actually help if he hurt you at all.” 
“Shadowheart is our cleric.” Tav explained. “You can trust her, if you feel comfortable enough.”
“I…I'm alright… thank you.” Freya took a shaky breath. “I'm just not used to… being the center of attention.” 
“I'm sure.” Shadowheart took a sip of her wine before glancing back at Freya. “You look like you could use a drink.” 
There was no holding back the smile that spread across the borrower's face. “I definitely could use one.” 
“Do you have a preference?”
The borrower sighed. “At this point, I'll take whatever you got.” 
“Well, I didn't take you for a drinker, Freya.” Tav teased.
“There's a lot you don't know about me.” She retorted. “Much like I don't know much about you.” 
“Fair point.” Tav chuckled and rubbed the back of their neck, before glancing over at the wine bottle. “I guess we should find something small enough to drink out of.” 
“A thimble will work well enough.” Freya said. 
“I think I have one back at my tent.” Shadowheart smiled. “If you want, we can drink there. It would offer you more privacy.” 
“I appreciate it.” 
Shadowheart stood up and started to walk away.“Perfect, follow me.” 
Tav locked eyes with Freya and moved their hand next to her, awaiting for her response. It was a simple gesture but one that Freya greatly appreciated. She gave Tav a nod and they carefully scooped her up into their hands. It was still odd to just let a larger being pick her up so easily, but Freya found a sense of comfort when Tav held her, they were so gentle with her. If Freya wasn't too careful, she could find herself getting used to be handled by this charming halfling.
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I’ve been reading your work for the past few days (because your work is amazing) specifically the mob turtles and I was wondering if you could write the mob turtles with a s/o who loves exotic pets (like blue tongued skink, sugar gliders, leopard geckos, tegus, armadillos, etc) because I love exotic pets their so adorable I wanna like have a picnic with them and put them in cute fancy outfits
Thank you so much!! I love love love blue tongued skinks so much, had a dream about one the other night and work up sad that I didn't actually have one. If you don't mind, I'm going to run with the last part you said- the boys walking in on you having a tea party/picnic with your exotic pets because I think that could be fun!!
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Leo
it's been a long ass night, it's about 9;30 am when he gets back to the lair
he's so ready for some decent sleep, when he cracks open the door to his room and finds you sat on the floor and you're not alone
you've got a blanket spread out, a small china tea set laid out and a bunch of critters all around you who you occasionally have to pick up and put back on the blanket at their place at the tea party
"what you got there?" he asks so confused
"Oh, just a tea party with my favourite people"
"they're lizards..."
"you a turtle and you a person!" you say indignantly
he backs off after that and sits on the bed
"can I join?"
you welcome him in and introduce all your friends
he asks where you got the outfits from and who would sell them that tiny
"I make them, Leo. I'm very crafty like that now drink your tea and stop moving before you crush Mr Beans, he's right there!"
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Raph
"That is one freaky looking dog!" he damn near screams when he walks in
you have to explain that you almost collect exotic animals and you love them a lot and that the "dog" is actually an armadillo
an armadillo wearing a cravat and cowboy hat because he's obviously from the wild west
"do...do they bite?"
"Only if he thinks that this town ain't big enough for the two of yous"
Raph is beyond confused
but he likes this weird little world you live in
until he sees your bumblebee ball python
then he is up and running out of the room yelling "NOPE!"
it didn't help that the snake was in a witches hat
"Oh well, don't worry Lady, I think you look lovely"
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Mikey
he wants to touch and pick up all of them
I mean like hug them too tight and squish their faces
who let this man near a bunch of reptiles???
oh wait that was you....
he's having such a good time ignoring you telling him to stop and he loves the tiny outfits you've put them in
when your leopard gecko, who happens to be wearing a ruff, latches on to his nose and won't let go
"you've gotta respect their personal space, baby..."
he keeps a safe distance after that
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Donnie
"Is that, is that a fucking komodo dragon??"
he is already up and standing on the coffee table
"yes, his name's Biff"
"when tell Biff to stop fucking coming towards me"
you laugh and pick him up, scratching under his chin
you then get a 10 minute lecture about how they're all muscle and their bite is so bacteria filled even if the bite isn't lethal the bacteria will kill their prey within a few hours
you laugh and say "you hear that Biff? You're ripped!"
Donnie doesn't find it too funny
eventually he comes down from his hiding place but keeps a distance
"when I said to make yourself at home here, I didn't really expect you to bring a zoo with you"
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jonesatheart · 6 months
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How Many Fingers Am I Holding Up?
Edit: The incident Raph refers to can now be found here.
"How many fingers am I holding up!" Mikey asked with a cheeky grin. 
Raphael groaned and laid his head back down on the- whatever cold,hard thing he was laying on was. "Donny?"  
"I'm here." 
"Think I gotsa concussion," he slurred.  
"What makes you so sure?" Leo wanted to know.  
"Cause Mike's got five fingers."  
Mikey held up his hand and counted his fingers by touching the tip of each. "I, in fact, do not." He waggled his fingers. "Only three here, mi hermano." 
Raph half-heartedly swung at Mikey with a wide motion and successfully slapped Leo across the face. 
"Let's get him up."  
Don and Leo each took Raph by the arm and stood together, wrapping their arms around his shell for support. 
"Donny?"  
"I'm here."  
"There's somethin' wrong with my eyes." 
Don sighed. It was going to be a long walk home. "I know. You've got a concussion, Raph. I'm gonna take care of you, okay? We just need to get you home first."  
--- 
"How's he doing?" Leo asked when Don finally emerged from the medbay. His arms were folded over his chest and his brow was furrowed in what Mikey often teased was his PTA Mom Face.  
Donatello sighed. This wouldn't be a fun conversation. "Well, he won't be sleeping in his hammock for a few days. He's okay. He has some pretty typical concussion symptoms which are just things that are going to take time to heal. He's still having some trouble with his sight, but that can take up to two weeks to improve."  
Leo squinted at Donny, knowing his brother well enough to known there was something he wasn't saying. "And?"  
"There is a chance it's permanent."  
Leonardo's face fell and his arms dropped to his side. "Does he know?"  
Don shook his head. "Not yet. I wanted him to get some rest before... It's a minor chance, Leo. I don't want to alarm him unnecessarily." 
"He still needs to know, Don. I'll update Master Splinter and Mikey, that way you only have to have that conversation once," Leo offered, "but he does need to know."  
"You're right," Don admitted and rubbed his brow.  
"You could always get Casey to do it," Leo pointed out, the smallest hint of suppressed smile playing at his face. 
Don rolled his eyes. "I don't need Raph thinking he's dying, but thanks." 
Leo snorted. "It wouldn't be that bad." 
Donatello arched a brow ridge. "If I sent Casey in there to tell Raph something medically related, Raph would assume he's dying, do his 'I knew it I'm dyin'," bit and subsequently cause Casey to panic, 'wait you are?!', which somehow would result in Mikey kicking in my door sobbing that he was the one dying or that he's somehow the cause of Raph's supposed demise."  
"I wanna try to argue with, but honestly..."  
"I know my brothers, Leonardo," Donatello answered primly. "I'll talk to him after he wakes up." 
--- 
"Donny?"  
"I'm here." 
Raph turned to his brother's voice. "I still can't see straight."  
Don sat on the ground to be eye level with his brother and gently stroked his head. "It could take time. Maybe a week or two." 
"Or? C'mon, Donny, I know ya better than that. What's the other option?"  
"I found some exercise to do if there's no improvement and some things to do to help your eyes heal."  
"Don."  
"But there is a chance they might not."  
Raph took a breath. "Okay."  
"I'm sorry, Raph." 
"I's not ya fault, bro. I know you're gonna take care'a me best ya can. I trust ya."  
"You're taking this remarkably well," Donatello noted. 
Raph chuckled. "'M too tired to panic. I'll do that later. Maybe in a week or so when I'm less dizzy. Or, y'know, after  I'm all back to normal. It is me, after all." 
--- 
"Hey, Don told me ya were still havin' problems with ya eyes." Casey said by way of greeting. It had been a week since the concussion and Raph hadn't been out of the lair at all in that time.  
"I'm not in the mood for bein' cheered up, Case." Raph said flatly looking up at his friend. 
"Good thing I didn't come to cheer ya up then, huh?"  
Raph lifted his head. "Alright, I'll bite. Whaddaya doin' here then?"  
"Commiseration!" Casey announced with a grin and dropped into the desk chair.  
Raph blinked. "Come again?" He deadpanned.  
"I'm here to be miserable with you."  
Raphael glared. "I actually hate you right now," he decided and dropped his head back onto his pillow. 
Casey snickered. "Only now?"  
"I swear if you start actin' like Mikey I'm gonna strangle you myse-" he stopped and let out a breath. "I'm sorry."  
"It's okay, Raph," Casey assured. "It's been a year."  
"Still."  
"Still nothin'. Yeah, if it was comin' from anyone else but you it might be weird, but you got 'bestie privileges' or whatever it is Mikey's always goin' on about with April."  
Raph glanced up again, fixing Casey with deadpanned glare. "I cannot believe you just said that."  
"What, bestie privileges?" Casey asked with a cheeky grin.  
"Any of it," Raph scoffed. "But, yeah, especially that." 
"Yeah, well, it's true. And I know I've got the same with you and I'm callin' those in."  
"The shell is that supposed to mean?"  
"It means that we both know there's stuff you wouldn't be caught dead sayin' to your brothers, but you'll say 'em to me. So say it." 
"Sure ya not just bein' a sap?" Raph grumbled. 
"I mean, probably that too, but let's be real, Raph, I could probably get away with this kinda conversation with Donny. Maybe Mikey. And Leo? Forget about it. C'mon, man, talk to me."  
Raph sighed. "I'm not stupid, Casey. I know what's goin' on."  
"I know you're not stupid, but I might be cause I dunno what you're talkin' about." 
"Ya not out there with 'em cause they gotta get used to fighting on there own in case I don't bounce back." 
Casey nodded. "Okay, well. Ya still not stupid, but ya are wrong. I'm not out there with 'em cause my knee's been actin' up. I didn't wanna risk bein' in the way or makin' it worse. Thus the bein' miserable with you." 
"Yeah, well. Maybe they should be."  
"They don't need that kinda practice, Raph. You guys have been doin' this for years, they've got it figured out." 
"Yeah, ya probably right," Raph admitted. "Not exactly the most skilled or cooperative guy on the team." 
"Whoa! Back up. That is not what I meant by that! What, you really think I'd just chuck ya under the bus that way?" Casey demanded incredulously. "What the hell, man?"  
"I'm not really sure what else ya could mean by that, Casey!" Raph snapped back. "It ain't like it ain't true-"  
"First of all, it ain't. Second of all, you pinhead, last fall when Donny caught the flu and the three of ya went out on ya're own, was it cause ya were figurin' 'ah, gotta get some practice in in case Don decides to retire after this,' or was it just cause ya were just down a man? That's what I meant by that, ya overgrown leprechaun! You guys have been goin' out in pairs and threes for years. Half the time it's my fault cause I ain't as skilled as the rest'a and you stay behind helpin' me." 
"Alright, alright. I see ya point, settle down."  
"Nuh-uh. You opened this can'a worms, Pandora. We're goin' fishin' now." 
Raph sat all the way up to stare at Casey. "The shell does that even mean?" 
"You really think that I think ya brothers don't need you?" Casey questioned, ignoring Raph's confusion. In part because he truly was insulted by his friends implications, but also because he wasn't sure how the analogy was supposed to work either, but neurotypicals made nonsense analogies all the time so it was probably fine. It made sense to him, everyone else could be confused. 
"Case-"  
"You realize I'd literally be dead without you, right? Like, I know you had that concussion and all, but you are aware that if you hadn't been so determined to get it through my skull that I was goin' about this whole vigilante shtick the wrong that the Dragons a hundred percent would'a literally beat to death, right?"  
"Yeah, I also remember Hun almost did that last year anyway because I wasn't good enough to be able to keep you safe!" Raph snapped. "And that was with my eyes workin', Casey! I- I'm useless now! I can barely make it around the lair without knockin' into stuff. I- My whole life. I've been raised to be one thing. And I can't do that now. I...may never be able to do that again. I don't expect you to get it, but it feels like everything I am is on the edge of bein' taken away from me. And I dunno who I'm gonna be at the end of this. I don't know who I am, if I'm not a Ninja. And. It's easier for me to believe that....maybe I just wasn't ever good enough. Because if I wasn't good enough then...I can believe it's better I'm not. Because then...I might be losin' who I am, but...it feels like...maybe it's for the better that way."  
"Ya know I love ya, right, Raph?"  
"Okay here we go," Raph rolled his eyes, and stared up at the ceiling.  
"Raph, look at me. You really think I'm-" he pointed to his chest "-not gonna understand what it's like to have the one thing you hung ya whole identity on taken away?"  
Raph's eyes widened in realization and his face fell. "Casey, I-" 
"It's okay," he promised with a kind smile, holding out a hand. "I'm not upset about it. And yeah, I'm not gonna understand it all exactly from your perspective. But I am gonna get it better than most. I have to wear a knee brace every time we go out, I can't go out tonight cause it's actin' up. Maybe...maybe your vision doesn't bounce back. Maybe ya gotta wear glasses or do other stuff to modify the way you do things. Maybe you gotta give up the vigilante stuff. That doesn't take away value from who you are. You are always going to be important to your brothers. They are always gonna need you. I get it, you're scared, but it's only been a week. That's still completely in a normal time scale from what Don was tellin' me. You've got time, Raph. And even if...things don't pan out. We're still gonna be here for ya."  
Raph nodded. "Thanks for puttin' up with me tonight," he replied tightly.  
Casey smiled and crossed the room to pull Raph into his arms. "Everything is gonna be okay," he promised. "Even if it's not okay the way we're hopin', it's still gonna be okay."  
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trixie-troubleby · 11 months
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Perhaps... Robbie getting hurt by one of his own schemes/inventions/whatever, cause like. You've seen the stuff he gets up to, it's had to have happened at least once. And Sport having to carry him back to his lair & patch him up
Thanks for the request! Hope this is alright! I might post a collection of the prompt fics together when they’re all done, but for now hope you like this!
As usual, his crystal beeped before Sportacus heard of saw the source of the trouble. It was later than usual and all the kids had already gone back home, which could only mean one thing.
He took in a breath, running in the direction his crystal instinctually pointed towards, knowing that if Robbie was setting it off, something bad was happening. Sportacus’ heart raced as he sprinted through the town. His feelings towards Robbie were complicated, but if the man got hurt when he could’ve saved him…
He smelt the burning rubber and heard the clashing metal before he saw the machine. The hulking box that was getting smaller by the second, sparks flying off of it.
“Robbie?” Sportacus called.
“Fuck.” He heard the man groan. “Get the machine off if you can! If the switch doesn’t work, the battery’s underneath it.”
“Robbie, are you okay?” Sportacus called, rushing over to the machine. When the switch in question was nowhere to be found, he looked under the controls.
“Peachy keen! Just about to get crushed by my own trap.” Robbie called back sarcastically.
Sportacus didn’t know if it was a relief or an annoyance that even now Robbie was sassing him. “Maybe if you weren’t trying to kill me all the time–“
“It wasn’t supposed to do this!” Robbie snapped back. “Jesus, do you really think I’d try to kill your?”
Sportacus didn’t answer that, still searching for a way to reach the battery behind the metal paneling. He glanced over to the trap, knowing the walls were closing in on Robbie. He heard the man swearing repeatedly, he could hear his pained breaths and he knew Robbie had somehow already hurt himself. He pulled back his arm and punched through the thin metal. It stung as metal caught on skin, but he got through to the battery. He braced himself, pulling out wires under the thing stopped.
“Robbie?” Sportacus called, climbing up the side of the machine and looking down into the trap. The man was against the walls in the corner, he wasn’t putting any weight on his left leg and he didn’t look up at Sportacus. “Are you alright?” Sportacus asked.
“I think I broke my leg.” Robbie mumbled, arms crossed over his chest.
Sportacus sighed. “Okay.” He laid down on the platform by the edge of the trap, “Grab my hands and I’ll pull you up.” Robbie did as he was told with only mild grumbling. Sportacus pulled him up with ease, putting him gently on the platform for just a moment before he slipped his arms under Robbie’s knees and his back.
“It’s always so embarrassing.” Robbie mumbled, arms crossed over his chest as Sportacus jumped down and started towards his lair.
“Again, maybe if you weren’t always trying to kill me–“
“I wasn’t trying to kill you!” Robbie snapped. “The walls on the trap were supposed to be adjustable, they weren’t supposed to just close in.” He huffed.
“How’d you get in there in the first place?” Sportacus sighed.
“I was checking it out. Then something made the walls start moving and it made me fall in.” He said. “I’m sorry you had to save me.”
“It’s alright. It’s my job.” Sportacus said with another sigh as he got to the entrance of Robbie’s lair.
“Right.” Robbie looked down, avoiding looking anywhere near the hero. “You can just uh… dump me in there.” He nodded towards the tube. “Then you can go on your way and pretend like this never happened.”
Sportacus looked at him like he was stupid. “You said your leg is broken. I’m not leaving you to walk around and deal with that on your own.”
“I’ll be fine.” Robbie responded. “The pipe’ll put me in my chair and I have crutches down there somewhere.”
“You’re being ridiculous.” Sportacus wasn’t arguing anymore. He carefully placed Robbie in the tube and then jumped in after him. He rolled to his feet.
“I said go away.” Robbie groaned as he curled up in his chair, flinching slightly at moving his leg.
“No, you said something stupid about not needing help.” Sportacus responded, crossing his arms over his chest. “Let me see your leg. Where does it hurt?” He kneeled in front of Robbie’s chair.
“No! I’ll be fine.” Robbie said, face reddening.
Sportacus rolled his eyes. “Let me help you, you stubborn–“
“Name calling! From you? I expect better!” Robbie exclaimed as Sportacus grabbed his left leg. “Fuck! Ow!”
Sportacus rolled up his pant leg and took a moment to examine the leg. “It’s not broken. You sprained your knee and there will probably be bruises from where you fell, but you’ll be okay.”
“Cool, thanks, leave.” Robbie had his face covered by his turtleneck.
“Do you know what to do with a sprained knee?” Sportacus asked with a sigh. Robbie was quiet for a long moment. Sportacus smiled up at him. “R.I.C.E.” He said.
“Pardon?” Robbie sighed. “I don’t think rice–“
“Rest, ice, compression, elevation.” Sportacus explained, moving to stand.
“Ah. Well now I know, so you can go–“
“Do you happen to have a knee brace?” Sportacus asked, walking to the kitchen to get some ice.
“No, I don’t.” Robbie said, seemingly finally accepting that Sportacus wasn’t leaving.
“Alright, that’s okay.” Sportacus pulled Robbie’s chair into reclining mode. “We’ll do ice and elevation. And rest, of course.” He added, putting a bag of ice wrapped in a paper towel on Robbie’s knee.
“What happened to your hand?” Robbie asked, startled.
Sportacus looked down to see what he was talking about. “Oh.” His knuckles on his right hand were bloody. “The metal panel in front of the battery.”
“What did you do? Punch the thing till you hit the battery?” Robbie snorted out a laugh. Sportacus was quiet. “Oh my god, you didn’t–“
“You were in danger.” Sportacus said quietly, ripping off a piece of paper towel from the ice to wipe the blood off his hands.
“Why would you– you don’t even like me!” Robbie exclaimed.
Sportacus could’ve said that it was his job. That he would do it for anyone. But that’s not what he said. “I do like you.”
“Why?” Robbie asked, voice strangled as he looked anywhere but at the hero.
Sportacus thought for a moment, moving to sit on the coffee table in front of Robbie’s chair. “You’re smart. And funny. And even though you like to pretend you don’t care about people, I know you do.” Robbie didn’t say anything, face pink. Sportacus smiled at the sight of it. “You’re also pretty easy on the eyes.”
Robbie choked on his breath. “Shut up.”
Sportacus chuckled, looking down. “The blush is very cute. It suits you, honestly. All the purple and reds.”
“This is cruel and unusual punishment.” Robbie said, letting his head fall back against the chair. “You’re being a war criminal right now.”
Sportacus let out a loud surprised laugh. “I don’t think flirting counts as a war crime. Even if it’s unreturned.”
“Flirting?” Robbie sputtered. “You’re choosing now? To start flirting with me?” He demanded. “When your hand is bleeding from my machine and my leg is fucking broken?”
“I told you, your leg isn’t–“
“Shut up and come kiss me. I’m not supposed to move.”
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palushiemalis-fr · 8 months
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Abraxos awoke with a throat tickle; his neck lunged out from the tight curl he had been sleeping in and hacked out a cough. He groaned, it was a fever. He knew he had felt ill the past week or so but had been ignoring it in favour of creating additional imbued sulphur for the clan's supplies. He shook out his sweaty mane and rolled onto his back with a huff. "Steady on!" A small voice squeaked. Abraxos looked down at his sternum. A Veilspun was clinging on to him, tiny claws dug into his scales. He was a tiny thing, all green and fluttery. His long mane braided back from his head. "Oh, err, apologies..." Abraxos managed hoarsely, too weary to question what he was doing in his chambers, "... who are you again?" "Soroush." The Veilspun gave a little bow, before padding up to his neck, "I am the clan nurse. I was informed you weren't the sociable type when I did my rounds of check ups when I first arrived. Nevertheless, Lassuarium sent me--" "Of course she did..." He muttered. "Don't interrupt. She sent me because she was alerted to the fact you were ailing." Soroush, pressed an upturned ear to his throat, presumably to check his pulse and temperature. "She never minds her own business." He grunted. "It is the lair's business when you insist on coughing and wheezing all night and waking up Marmaroth's little ones!" He snapped, "You have Alchemist's Pox. You must be kept warm and supplied hot peppermint tea." "I see." he said, raising an eyebrow, "That was a quick assessment--" "Are you doubting my qualifications? Because I'll have none of that." Soroush snapped, before drawing himself back up on his hind legs to glare at him eye to eye, "As I was saying, you're to rest and not leave this chamber. I'll see to it that it is well ventilated and remove the dust covering everything as it is no doubt exacerbating your condition." The idea of this tiny nuisance cleaning, and no doubt rearranging and changing the calibration, of his laboratory was a pox in itself. He had dwelled in the Wyrmwound as a hatchling, a pox couldn't hurt him. And, he thought, his chamber wasn't dirty, it was attuned to his exact liking! Dust couldn't do any harm to his tough lungs; it was just flecks and bits from his experiments. The truly toxic things were all kept in sealed jars and never opened for long. Besides... it was his room. His own chamber. No one bothered him usually, why care now? He was about to protest when he felt another wretched tickle in his throat, he coughed and growled as the pain seized in his chest. Soroush fluttered onto his antlers and peered in him in the eye and put his cheek to Abraxos' huge brow. "I'll send for some honey tincture..." His voice soothing, "You're a strong thing, but you need to sleep. From the look of this place and the sound of your phlegm, this has been a long time coming, hm? Please trust me, I shan't move anything out of place, you'll thank me in the long run." "...You promise?" "Promise. The dust in here is nasty stuff, I can smell it. Poor thing, you've been breathing it for so long you don't even notice it. I'll have it out in no time at all." "... Okay..." Abraxos sighed and laid his head down on his pillow, which Soroush took to plumping immediately. He felt the tiniest claw on his snout, petting him before he closed his eyes. He fell asleep to a small voice chanting a enchanted wind into the room; a warm but fresh breeze swirling around every nook and cranny. It tousled his mane and tail tuft, it cooled his throat and left him feeling adrift. As the wind caressed him, he soon fell deep asleep.
Soroush & Abraxos. Grumpy Boy meets Grumpy Nurse C:
adoptable by @squeeblestudio
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iheartchv · 2 years
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Raffle prize for @anacosio
can you do female(5 “2” 156 lbs(chubby)(introvert)+Ralph 2014/2016 version, something intimate/birthday related. Smut if you can. Thank you 🥰
Alrighty, I hope you enjoy it, and happy belated birthday hun 🎉💖 Sorry for taking so long, ive been so burned out by work 😫 i dont know how many times ive rewritten this whole thing >×<
Will contain: smut/18+ stuff. YOUVE BEEN WARNED. Everyone is 18+
Birthday Wish
BAYVERSE RAPH x F! READER
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*1 year ago*
The turtle gang planned a birthday party for you... well, it was Mikey's idea...but partly Raph's. He had been dating you for a long while and wanted to do something for you. He figured since your birthday was coming up, why not throw a surprise party. He already thought of a present for you....
❤🐢
"Happy Birthday, Y/n!" Everyone said in unison. In the lair there was decorations and food spread on one of those big folding tables. April and Donnie chipped in for the decorations and the food. Of course Vern and Casey helped with some of the expenses, too.
"Aw, thanks guys.~" You hugged everyone. Raph wasnt one for PDA, you knew that, but you would've liked a nice big hug from Big Red. He kept that for your private moments together.
Raph wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a side hug. The feeling of his hard muscled and pebbled skin against you made the blood rush to your cheeks. "Happy birthday, doll." he said with a side smile.
"Th-thanks, Raph." you replied with a sweet smile. He leaned down to your ear and whispered,"I've got a surprise for you when the party's over." Chills of desire ran up your spine at the tone of his voice.
After the party was over, Raph was going to drive you home. He let you ride with him on his motorcycle, holding onto the edges of his shell. Street lights zipped by in a flash. You always felt so free when you were with Raph.
He parked into the dark alleyway underneath the fire escape of your apartment complex. He hopped off the red motor bike and helped you down. You crossed your arms. "So, whats the big surprise?" The smirk he gave you made your tummy fill with butterflies.
"You'll see"
He started climbing up the fire escape, telling you to follow him. You couldn't help but admire how fast he was despite him being so... big... and muscled... Your blood rushed hotly to your cheeks as thoughts of Raph made you a bit flustered.
Raph waited on the edge top of the building to pull you up. What you saw really surprised you! There were blankets and pillows galore that made a very comfy looking nest. There was also a cooler that held two of (preferred drinks) and some snacks. (Donnie suggested this idea ever since Raph told him that he had a crush on you)
"Ohh~ Raph" Your heart melted. It was rare Raph would do anything so sweet.
"Do ya like it? I hope it isnt too corny or anything."
"I love it"
You wrapped your arms around (well, almost all the way around) his torso and laid your head on his plastron. His massive arms wrapped around you, too, enveloping you in his embrace. And even as you both laid under the stars, he still held you like the most precious treasure in the world.
*1 year later*
"Remember that, Raph?"
"Yeah, you were gorgeous that night. You're still gorgeous."
Raph sweetly kissed your lips, causing your heart to pound. He scooted closer to you, pulling you flush against his hard frame. When he slowly pulled away from you, you both looked up at the midnight sky. The rooftop above your apartment since then had become your private spot (because it was easy for you to get back home if need be).
A shooting star passed by. Sure it seemed childish, but you closed your eyes and made a wish. You wanted Raphael... that was it, you just wanted him. You wanted to be joined as one with him. The dreams you've had of Raph making love to you was the best thing to happen to you. But you were still insecure about your body when it came to things of a sexual manner, even though Raph told you over and over your were the most beautiful woman to ever come into his life.
"What'd you wish for, baby?" he asked, curling his arm around you.
"That we'll always be together."
He softly chuckled as he nuzzled his nose in your hair, kissing the top of your head. "I wouldnt want it any other way."
"Well... that's only half of what I want..."
"Okay, well, what do ya want, princess?"
You wanted to tell him but your mouth couldn't move. Your eyes told him something different, though. His hands held your face so gently, his thumbs randomly rubbing across your now rosy cheeks.
"What is it? Ya can tell me anything."
Images of Raph on top of you and ravaging your body made you blush even redder. You closed your eyes, breathed in a deep breath, and then replied as you met his eyes, "You." You paused. "I've wanted you for so long but I... I didn't think you'd ever want me in that way..." Your eyes trailed away from his as you told him about your insecurities, feeling embaressed, ashamed.
"Y/n..."
He titled your chin up to make you look into his eyes again. The softness and warmth you saw in his face made your heart beat faster and your bones feel like jello. He tucked strands of stray hair behind your ear.
"Ya don't understand the effect you have on me. Everything about you drives me crazy. Just the thought of you makes my day so much better... I love ya, and if that's what ya want tonight, I'll give it to ya, sweetheart."
He kissed you again with the same tenderness as before. He pulled your curvy body flush against his. His hands only ventured where you felt most comfortable with. His touch ignited a flame within you. You softly moaned as his tongue begged for entrance, and opening your mouth his tongue danced with yours, tasting you. You suddenly felt lightheaded; your breath had been taken away.
Inch by slow inch, he stripped you of your clothing, worshipping every womanly part of you. From your breasts he traveled down to the apex of your thighs, leaving feather light touches. "Raph~~~" you'd whimper and mewl as pleasure took hold of you. Your hands held onto the blanket as Raph continued his ministrations. He made you feel so good that even your wet dreams couldn't compare.
"Yeah, just relax, baby. Let me take care of you..."
His voice was like honey. You shivered and moaned again as his mouth kissed your nether lips and slipped his tongue in between your wet folds. You squirmed and groaned louder as a knot tightened in your lower belly. You were desperate, you need to have release from all this pleasure, and he was helping you through it all.
"Cum, baby girl. I've got ya~"
Sometime later, he made you cum while crying out his name as you rode your high. He marveled at the sight of you, your body flushed and glowing underneath the light of the moon. He held you as you calmed down, caressing your head and down your back. He wanted more, but he'd wait for you to recover. He waited this long, he can wait a little more longer...
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