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dawn-dream-crusader · 6 months

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Dante and Vergil headcanons - Flower giving

Note: fem! Reader bc yes

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Dante

Flowers have their reputation as approximately cheap and yet, beautiful gifts, so Dante would get them quite often for you. Bouquets he gives you are completely random: from exquisitely decorated rose compositions, that cost him his entire salary, to a simple pack of geranium heads, that he absent-mindedly picked up while walking somewhere from a city flower bed, and wrapped into a newspaper.

Dante loves making little gifts for you, as it makes him feel a bit more confident in your relationship. He sees flowers as the best option to give you something; even when Dante decides to treat you with special pizza (what happens every week), he himself decorates the box with little rose blossoms. His absolute favorites are red roses, as they seem romantic and passionate for him, an immortal classic, but if you like another color or flowers, he'll remember and take your opinion into account. He's a caring man.

"Dante, what is this?.." You stare at the bouquet. No matter how hard you tried to hide your shock, you didn't succeed. Because the bouquet was huge. It was giant. It contained exactly a hundred roses, whose color could compete with the sunset itself.

"Wait, how is it..." Dante tries not to drop the precious gift, remembering the children's poem. "Roses are red, violets are blue..." He stopped for a second, not knowing for to say afterwards, and a kind, a bit silly, genuine grin shined on his face. Only his close ones are allowed to see it. And you surely were.

"...I don't remember the rest, but I really love you."

Vergil

He's not the type to give flowers on regular basis. Vergil supposes that bouquets don't last long enough to spend your money on cut flowers tied together. Really, if you weren't the type to love flowers a lot, he'd concentrate his attention on other gifts he could choose. But you are that one plant mom who can't imagine her life without greenery around, so Vergil had to re-think his position on flowers.

Finally, the older son of Sparda found a decision that would suit you both. Vergil was pretty much proud when he met you on one of your reading session with him in the library.

"That's for you." He handed you over a plastic bag. "Careful, it's fragile."

"Vergil? What's that-" You, still a bit surprised, pulled out a neat flower pot. Right in the middle of it, a green sprout was growing. It seemed young, just waiting for someone to care for him. Just like Vergil in his very youth.

"Vergil..." You inspected the plant in utter happiness, and found a sticker with the name. This was a forget-me-not. Your face melted in a gentle smile. "Thank you so much."

"I thought you'd like a... plant in your house..." Vergil watched as you smile, pressing the pot to your chest. He made a mind note to buy you a lemon tree next time. Or irises. Anything you'd like.

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc5 #vergil x reader #devil may cry headcanons #vergil #dante x reader #dante

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writinandcrying · 3 months

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TMNT HEADCANON / how the turtles text

A lot can be said from how someone express themselves through texting, so this is just some crack / light headcanons !

Not really based on a single version per say, more that turtles have been deprived of social interaction for the majority of their life and I think texting them would be an very interesting experience lol

Idea based on @avery73 last random turtle post (thanks for being one of our strongest soldiers and writing wonderful pieces 🫡) English is not my first language and I didn’t proofread this, if there is any grammatical erros pls don’t hesitate to tell me!

Mikey

🎢 Single texts

🎢 Just like this

🎢 Loads of it

🎢 You got 60 new messages

🎢 in the past 2 minutes

🎢 Loads of gifs too

🎢 And voice memos

🎢Oh look

🎢6 personality tests links

🎢What do you mean you won’t do it

🎢He needs to know what kind of cupcake you are!!!!

🎢 And music recs

🎢 Your phone won’t stop vibrating

🎢 for the next weeks

🎢 After you meet him (Honestly really annoying unless you have a crush on him)

🎢 For the latinos/latinas; if he EVER finds out about WhatsApp and the stickers. Oh you are so done. If you have an older phone that shit WILL blow up / malfunction for SURE

🎢 uses TONS OF EMOJIS !!!!! 😍😍😝🤪😋🤩AND CAPS AS WELL!!! 🥳😽✌️👅🗣️

🎢Mikey live reaction when you ask if he’s upset that you asked him to tone it down a notch with the texting on a busy day:

🎢 Will lowkey tone it down with the emojis when he finds out some ppl find it cringe, but with his angels cakes ???????? 🫵 YOU BET 🗣️ HE WILL SHOW YOU WITH IT 💋🫦💅🏻🤳🏼💃🏻🕺🏽🙈🦋🌺🧡🌚🌻🔥💥🌟

🎢Will accidentally send you some random ass emoji that wasn’t supposed to be on the context of the text, also the autocorrect is def not his friend

Mikey : how’s it going baby gorila

Mikey: babygirl*

Mikey:

Mikey: I’m sorry

🎢 adds emojis to very contacts in his t-phone:

Leo: Leader of the pack 🐺 🐢 🫡

Donnie: Eistein 📚🧬⚗️ (Raph also shares this name on his t-cell)

Raph: Murderous teddy bear 🧸 🧨

Splinter: Mafia Boss 🪤 (no one knows about this name tho)

April: Chanel N.6 🎤(or World of Apes 🦧 lmao)

Casey: New York Hockey League 🏒

Vern: Some dude (adds 🦅 so he knows it’s Vern and not “some random dude”)

Y/n: angelcakes pookie wookie baby boo boo love of my life !!!!!! 😍🥰👀🧚🏻‍♂️

🎢Mikey live reaction when Raph yells at him to stop flooding the chat, followed by mikey texting him “make me” (they are sitting next to each other):

Donnie

🔭Huge blocks of it in the speed of light. many topics, many questions and also explanations at just one sitting

🔭But won’t hold back on a smart ass short cut response for one his brothers (literally has the sharpest tongue)

🔭Will hardly uses emojis, only when it’s a single text to express an emotion (most current used emojis: 🤓when he does something impressive 💜: for y/n 🙄: when venting about something annoying Leo / Mikey / Raph did)

🔭Will want to discuss random ass problems he has encountered in his projects, in forums online, specially if you ever show interest in debating / doesnt hold back into showing your strong opinions

🔭 Has named their brothers as “Failed Lab Experiments” and managed to color code their messages (has the only t-phone that has this feature)

🔭Donnie creating the most unique and smartass way to charge his phone just cuz he can:

🔭Deadass his reaction when texting his crush 👀:

🔭 Has modified Mikey’s phone so he doesn’t have access to emojis for a whole week after his baby brother decided to spam him “out of no where” (after Donnie won consecutively 10 Mario Kart matches AND ate the last 2 slices of cold pizza)

🔭Result: mikey spammed EVEN MORE and only spoke to EVERYONE by Japanese emojis. Leo and Raph begged demanded that donnie install his emojis back cuz they were DONE with the whole situation

Failed lab experiment N.4: ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ" °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° (♡´౪`♡)

Failed lab experiment N.1: Stop.

Failed lab experiment N.4: ┬┴┬┴┤ᵒᵏ (･_├┬┴┬┴ Failed lab experiment N.4: (;﹏;)

Failed lab experiment N.2: You stupid IDIOT Failed lab experiment N.2: look what you've done now he’s sad

🔭 Donnie also has to deal with his brothers thinking he is their personal Google (he will always answer their questions, even out of spite):

Failed lab experiment N.4: Donnie what’s a Cochlear implant

Successful lab experiment: A small, complex electronic device that can help to provide a sense of sound to a person who is profoundly deaf or severely hard-of-hearing. The implant consists of an external portion that sits behind the ear and a second portion that is surgically placed under the skin.

Failed lab experiment N.4: :0 yikes

Failed lab experiment N.4: Okay thanks!!!!

Successful lab experiment: Stop asking me stuff when you can just Google it.

Failed lab experiment N.4: But I like talking to you 🙀😔

Failed lab experiment N.4: You are my favorite turtle Siri!!! 😉

Successful lab experiment: I’d prefer if I wasn’t... Also, why are you curious about cochlear implants?

Successful lab experiment: Mikey?

Successful lab experiment: Mikey!!!!!

(He still doesn’t know why)

Raph

🥊 Barely uses emojis. Lowkey barely texts? doesn't see the appeal to it, rather prefer to hang out with you 1 on 1 than being far away from you (will never ever admit to it. maybe after 3 years in a relationship)

🥊as a friend: he wont be the one spiking a conversation, but might keep going if he's truly bored (this is prone to happen during daylight / evening when they still can't go out) but will probably be the one to ask to hang out when he needs an outlet and such 🥊*sees messages* eh i'll reply later *completely forgets about it*

🥊 will effortlessly take the most breath-taking pictures of new york during patrol and send it to you 🥊 if you are already his s/o / someone he trusts: will most likely text you to ask about stuff (if you need anything or something he needs from topside) or to diss / vent / gossip about his brothers 🥊 will send embarrassing pictures of his brothers to you cuz he can't deal with that shit alone lmao

🥊 will either be pretty clueless with the most random ass stuff or out of propose just to tease you: y/n: jniasunoakpfa raph: what was that y/n: keyboard smash? raph: how do i do that y/n: just press anything raph: 7 🥊 Raph Live reaction as soon as he realizes he has feelings for you:

🥊 Also Raph Live reaction when he comes to terms with this feelings and has an excuse to ignore Leo (even if he doesnt like texting) just bc he can ignore Leo as he pleases:

Leo

🎏 Perfect texts 🎏 looks like an email/letter sometimes 🎏 to most people: 1 message with divided topics. pretty direct 🎏 when he can't reply right away: "Hello. I'm happy you wrote to me. I try to reply promptly but currently I'm not available at the moment-" Like omg bro RELAX. 🎏 to his s/o: 70% direct, the other 30% likes to send little reminders, either with songs or pretty things she has seen during a patrol with a "thinking of you" message. lowkey romantic when he doesn't even mean to be, def shows how thoughtful he is 🎏 prefers to call you rather than texting. especially if you are dating/has a crush on you he might not even realize why he likes calling you so much, until it hits like a brick that he just wants to hear your voice 🎏Leo when he calls you and doesn't know when to "intervene" / his time to talk back (god forbid he's unpolite and interrupts you):

lowkey him listening to April vent about smth dumb shit Casey did /any human friend venting and he doesnt know how to react lmao 🎏Just like Donnie, has favorite emojis and will only use it in specific situations (this will take time for it to happen, like after years Donnie first invented the t-phone and finally relized he didn't had to be so formal when texting): 🐢 when talking about team work or his brothers / 🪷 for meditating or mindfulness (thinks its peaceful) / 💙 for his boo and his boo only / 😏 only in a relationship, especially when he's feeling scipy (extremely rare for it to happen over text tho)

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Group chat (more than one reaction)

💚 catching social cues irl can be hard, you are telling me there are hidden social cues in texting too??

💚 “Nah shut up” group, doesn’t care much about it and won’t change their ways: Leo, Raph

💚 Will research about it, will talk to every single human he knows (yes. you. Vern. Casey and April) Needs to know the social cues. NOW: lmao try to guess

💚 Also needs to know, but for meme reasons, he has to say up to date w the terminology/ slangs: another hard guess /j

💚 Oh btw, Donnie totally uses /j /Tw /srs terminology WHILE he texts fast AND huge text blocks. none of his brothers know how he does it

💚Will over use fresh lingo he has learned overhearing humans on patrol, shows, from his humans friends to the point it’s almost unbearable: Mikey 💚Live reaction of Raph and Leo trying to understand when Mikey or Donnie spamming the group chat with their extremely recent memes or hyperfixations:

💚the chat WILL be flooded with things related to their favorite basketball teams, show they want to see or dumbass pictures of their daily lifes, example: Mikey: *has sent an selfie*

Mikey: you know y/n

Mikey:If you’re fortunate enough

Mikey: your internal organs will spend their entire lifespan in absolute darkness

Mikey: but mine?

April: oh boy here we go

Mikey: Hasn’t. 😏😏😏

Y/n: Oh?

Mikey: *send another selfie flexing muscles* you see when you fight crime everyday-

Raph: yeah he shallowed a glow stick

#visually this looks a hot mess I apologize #did i add a bunch of my old incorrect quotes on this?#yes i did #i regret nothing #tmnt headcanons #tmnt x reader #2003 tmnt #tmnt bayverse turtles x reader #2003 tmnt x reader #2007 tmnt #mm tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2007 #giulia writes

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red-viewe · 10 months

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I need a part two of 'Dear secret admirer' twisted wonderland fanfic! That was so good.

If there is a rivalry with these boys this is going to be one of my top ten favorite fics! PART 2!!!!!!!!!!! PART 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear secret admirer(part✌)

'In which he sends you an anonymous gift, anonymously.

Part 1

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'I'll stay for decades just to see you everyday. You've ruined me. You've engraved yourself into my heart, and now my stupid heart yearns for your presence everyday. You should face the consequences of your actions.

-your secret admirer.'

Leona puts the note into an envelope, sealing it and uses tape to put it on a small box. Today was just like any other day, where he was skipping classes- again. But this time was not napping, but was secretly preparing a present for the Ramshackle prefect. Inside the box, was a small but sharp custom made pocket dagger with (eye color) details. The envelope was black, and contained his short but sweet note and pressed flowers.

Leona Kingscholar was a man who liked taking naps, so he was almost, if not- always at his favorite napping spot, the botanical garden. Y/n passed by everyday, to either stop to pick some flowers or to chat with a student, you'd never go a day without going to the garden.

So it was inevitable that you and the beastman would enounter. Whether it was some back and forth banter or some random topic, he expected to be able to see your face everyday. He started staring at you whenever you would pass by, and commanded the sacanaclaw students to treat you nice and with respect. Soon, it became too much for him to ignore.

He had fallen in love, and it's all your fault.

Leona closes his eyes, imagining your warmth hugging him, and his face warms up.

"Damn you, herbivore."

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"Stay with me and we can live happily forrrrevvvverrerr and we can hug and kiss and live each other so much. I hope when i confess, you return my feelings.

-love, your secret admirer"

Floyd was known for being seen as scary or intimidating- when really he just had alot of mood swings. It used to be lonely, but now didn't care.

However, Floyd leech found himself falling in love with a Shrimp who was just so...understanding?

You were one of the few people stayed with him no matter what.

The way you always listened to how he was feeling, and that you wouldn't give up trying to understand his feelings, the way that you would hug him and make him blush whenever you cheered him on. Th e way that you would make a witty remark back at him whenever you two were in a bickering type of mood. He loves you so much, it wasn't hard to see.

"Floyd, do you have a crush on the prefect?" Jade asked after Floyd just told him in detàil what you didn't and did like on pizza.

Floyd smiled widely, a faint blush reaching his cheeks. "Maybe."

"You don't want to scare them, maybe try sending them anonymous gifts slowly confessing your love so it's easier." Jade suggested one day, when Floyd was complaining about how hard it was not being able to confess his love without making it weird.

Floyd's face brightened at the idea, thanking his brother before excitedly making your gift.

The box was black, and covered in all kinds of stickers and was tied together with a messy teal ribbon. Inside, was a pair of gloves he decorated (with the help of jade and azul) and 3 packs of sea themed stickers.

Proud of his work, Floyd almost gave it to you in person before Jade stopping him and reminding him,

"Floyd you can't give it to them in person, it's supposed to be anonymous."

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Red's note

The 2nd part of the ask of where yhey have somesort of rivalry if DUCH A CRUNCHY IDEA i already have a fic abt it but i ahve to finish it😍👊 whether i release it or not is dependent on my mood when i finish it😚

#twisted wonderland #twst x you #twsited wonderland #twisted wonderland x yuu #floyd x mc #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst fluff #floyd x yuu #floyd x reader #floyd x y/n #leona x y/n #leona x mc #leona x reader #leona kingscholar

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sardonic-the-writer · 6 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: not quite almost christmas time—tom cardy

masterlist | coms | carrd

• Christmas in New York is always a hectic time of the year. The last week of the holiday season was always spent with adults rushing to buy a last minute gift for their partner while parents attempted to pry their kids from shiny display windows

• However, you, being friends with a guild of ninjas, had your own problems. Namely, what exactly were you supposed to get four giant mutant turtles and their rat dad?

• Food and gift cards were out of the question. Unless it was pizza, you weren't sure they would eat it, and gift cards would be rendered useless by their mutant appearance. No shopping sprees were going to be held for the brothers anytime soon

• After many frantic late night texts sent to both April & Casey—and one call to Splinter on the cheese phone, which you were scolded for later—you eventually settled on four gifts for them

• From you, Michelangelo would be getting a new skateboard with a five hundred pack of stickers to decorate it with. That had been a tough call, considering you knew how much he loved his current set of busted wheels, but you decided the purchase was worth it in the end

• For Raphael, you got him a can of roach killer

• It's a gag gift, of course, but he wouldn't have to know that until after the embarrassing teasing ceased

• His actual present was a new set of paints and canvases—most of them from a brand you knew he loved, but had a hard time getting ahold of since they were produced in Japan

• Leonardo's gift would consist of a limited edition Space Heros comic you knew he had been itching to get at for a while now. It was probably the most expensive—and when you say expensive, you mean expensive. Comic owners were really protective about first editions—but it's worth it

• As for Donnie, you had gone a little old school with him. Instead of going out and buying a gift, you had instead sat down at your kitchen table and brought out the scrapbook scissors

• The following poster you created consisted of all of the most memorable moments in scientific history—from the creation of the periodic table to the splitting of an atom

• Right in between all of those amazing discoveries, you made sure to include important milestones in Donatello's life. Starting on the day that all five of you had met

• While you were slaving away over your rickety dining table that was very much due for an upgrade, the turtles were having a present wrapping party of their own

• When it comes time to wrap their gifts, Raph's the artist of the group. He would probably be really good at it—cool bows, smooth taping jobs and all—if he didn't get so pissed off at the wrapping paper for giving him little paper cuts. In the end he just uses the little bags with tissue paper stuffed in it. Much easier

• Mikey is. Uh. Mikey. His presents are always fun and full of surprises—one year, you got a pie to the face—but his wrapping most certainly is not. Ends up just having to go to Leo or Donnie to help him, or it just ends up an amalgamation of tape and paper. Mostly tape.

• Leo's probably the most normal out of the group during the seasonal activity. Gets it done all in one afternoon fairly easily, and most definitely uses some limited edition Space Heros wrapping paper he found online. What else, of course

• Donnie is really methodical about it for some reason? It's just wrapping, but he uses equations and an actual whiteboard full of complex math for it. What color matches best, how to cover an awkward shaped present perfectly, the cost of labor, etc

• April ends up doing both her and Casey's in the end. He's too lazy to actually do it and just ends up annoying her until she does

• In the end, Christmas in the lair goes down perfectly. You, April and Casey were all able to slip away from your parents houses for just a moment to witness the Hamato clan open up your gifts, each of you sitting beneath the soft glow of a Christmas tree that Splinter had pulled out from somewhere

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littlespacereader · 7 months

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A Little’s Trip to the Jellycat Diner in NYC!!😆💞🎀

I’m a huge fan of Jellycat stuffed animals! I think they are so cute and especially so soft!! So when I heard they opened a cute experience in FAO Schwarz in NYC I knew I had to go see it for myself!

Before going I have three Jellycats of my own! I have a Manatee, a Sheep and a Kola!

Every time I go to FAO Schwarz I always end up getting a Jellycat since they have a MASSIVE selection. This time they really did not disappoint!

For starters there’s the Jellycat Diner on the first floor of the story! This is where they sell their food stuffed animals! If you ordered a special pack (which included stickers, a pin and a wrapped food such as a hotdog, burger, taco or pizza) they would wrap it like the actual food and give it to you at the diner counter, complete with them hitting a bell and saying you “order number”. It’s such a cute idea!! Below are photos of the food stuffies on the sides of the diner:

Next to the diner was a smaller display of some of their Christmas collection stuffies:

Upstairs they have more of their stuffed animals which are my favorite and go to Jellycats when I come to here! I sadly forgot to take photos of this section but I can describe it to you! This is where all the animal Jellycats hang out! They had a ton of see animals such as whales, shrimps, sea lions, and octopuses. They also had some fall Jellycats such as a pine cone, a fox, and a porcupine. On the back wall they had a mixture of different ones such as dragons, chickens, lions, horses, dogs, cats and more!

I’m the type of Little that has to see EVERYTHING before making a proper decision. So I search that section about 5 times for the perfect Jellycat… and I think I found the best one! I found this elephant section and instantly fell in love with how soft and cuddly the elephant design was! I’m always the type of person who grabs one from the back who isn’t appreciated like the ones in the front, and that’s when I met Wally!

Wally was on the back of the shelf with his head buried. I immediately worried that maybe he had anxiety about how loud store was. So naturally he won my heart over. I immediately grabbed him and brought him close. Maybe we could help each other through our anxieties. So Wally came home with me. He is very happy and has been properly introduced to all my stuffed animals! Here’s Wally back home in my dorm:

Right before I went to check out I noticed this tiny little rattle Jellycat dog. Immediately my little side was screaming at me to get it. It’s such a small size that I reasoned with myself I could take along with me when I travel.

It’s always scary buying something so obviously for a baby. But I do have some advice! For one I took this trip alone to avoid any questions from friend. But when I got to the register with Wally and the rattle I was asked who I was getting it for. The cashier was super nice and was probably just striking up a conversation. So I simply said it a gift for my cousin. Is it? No. This is a gift to myself. But they don’t need to know that! Just make up that you have a younger cousin you’re buying something little or younger for. Trust me it works every time!

But back to the topic of my rattle, I LOVE IT!! The bell is not overwhelmingly and the rattle is super soft! It’s definitely coming with me every time I travel! I named him Spot the Rattle!

I had a great time today!! I’d like to thank everyone again in this post. Your advice really helped me with dealing with the subways today! Thank you again! I hope everyone liked this review of the Jellycat Diner in FAO Schwarz. Comment any questions you have about the store! I’d be happy to answer them!

-Clara🥰💞🎀

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casualrainbow-shop · 4 months

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Freddy N Friends sticker pack! Packaging and art by me. I made these to go along with the release of the FNAF movie.

#entrepreneur #etsy #fnaf #handmade #small business #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #fnaf fanart #stickers #handmade stickers #small biz

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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Can I request a Gareth x reader where the reader who isn't that good with food and often forgets to eat or doesn’t eat enough?

think you can let me do that?

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 952

warnings: just like the request said. swearing, reader has anxiety and tummy correlating problems. reader has poor relationship with food. maybe skip this one if it’s triggering <3 kind of shy!reader too a little bit? just kinda went everywhere and tried to find a way. reader likes stickers!!

a/n: sure you can!! thank you for your request my sweet! sorry it took me a little while. i tried to do my very best based on my own experiences and the situation in general. i really hope you like it anon! <333 (also pls look at his ring on his thumb in this gif but in another shot it’s on his middle. i love him. fidgety baby. also his arms look yummy. okay i’m done i swear)

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Gareth noticed your hands shaking before you did, apparently used to the feeling.

You thought it was from the pre-exam jitters. He thought otherwise.

“Did you eat this morning?”

Huh. That was a good question. You thought about it, remembering brushing your teeth, reading over your notes one last time, putting your coat on. No breakfast.

You turned to look at him, blue eyes boring into yours. You shook your head.

Gareth sighed, but there was no malice in it. He knew how you could get. You worry yourself sick, forget to eat, or just can’t because your stomach is in knots. Sometimes you get preoccupied and it completely slips your mind, and when you do eat, it’s something inadequate or you don’t finish your meal—buzzing with anxiety instead.

“That’s okay. Since your test is out of the way, and I’m sure you fucking aced it, can I buy you lunch, maybe?”

“Sure, Gare.”

“Anything you want.”

You let Gareth pick out your lunch, and he went for something that wouldn’t upset your tummy, that wouldn’t stop you from eating half way through. Something that felt easy.

He’d gotten very good at that lately. He knew it wasn’t your fault and he wanted to help you as best as he could. He just wanted you happy and safe and healthy.

But it was finals week. And you were worried sick despite the copious amount of studying you were doing, knowing you were going to do your damn best. And it wouldn’t stop until exams were over.

When you ate that night, it was like your food wasn’t nearly as good as it used to be, and all you could think about was how you had other stuff to do. So you abandoned more of your pizza than you should’ve, shoving your nose back in your books.

The problem was, it wasn’t always just because of exams. You worried about every little thing. This and that. Minor things. And lately eating just seemed like an afterthought—this thing you needed to do but would get around to if you had time.

You forgot breakfast the next morning and then lunch. But when Gareth came over for dinner, he saw it in your face immediately, and decided to breach the topic as carefully as he could.

He was worried about you. Worried about his baby.

You stared down at the sticker pack he’d brought you, bending the paper and peeling back a very particular Scooby-Doo and pasting it onto your very plain folder.

Gareth reached out, tapping his fingers on the table in front of you. You raised your head.

“Hi,” you said, voice soft.

“Hi, sweet thing.” His hand found your cheek, his touch gentle and calming. “I want to help you, okay? Think you can let me do that?”

He didn’t need to lay it out for you. You were well aware he knew about your habits and was doing his best to let you try and work things out before pushing. Before prying.

But you wanted that little push. You knew he would help you. That’s all he ever wanted to do.

“Okay.”

Gareth’s face split in a grin, brows pinching together, puppy dog eyes in full bloom looking at you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Gare. What did you have in mind?”

He moved his hand, laying his palm face up the way you liked for him to do, allowing you to draw shapes and patterns, rub over the callouses here and there.

“I was thinking we get you a little notebook or maybe a small chalkboard. Something where you can write down reminders, reminding you to get a snack or eat some lunch.” His other thumb brushed over your eyebrow.

You nodded at him, thinking that could be helpful, and a little silly for not considering it before.

“And I know sometimes your tummy doesn’t want a whole lot, and sometimes you don’t eat all of your food, so we could find you a couple things your comfortable with—like in quantity—stuff you don’t have to worry about.”

“I don’t want you to have to worry about eating too. You shouldn’t have to. I think comfort foods could work, at least for right now, just to get you on a regular schedule.”

His eyes roved all over your face, scanning for any hint that he might’ve upset you.

“Yeah. Thank you. You promise you’ll help me, Gare?”

“Of course I will. We can do this together. Just want you taken care of, you know that right? You deserve to have a well-taken-care-of tummy. I’ll do anything I can to help ease that sweet mind of yours.”

You nodded again, seeing as your words had evaded you.

Gareth leaned across the table, kissed your forehead, the crease between your brows, your nose and chin. He glanced down, catching a sticker with Scooby and Shaggy holding enormous stacks of sandwiches. His ring-clad finger tapped the shimmery paper. “That one.” You placed it on your folder.

And he did help you. More than you thought possible. The first full week you’d gone without forgetting a meal, he bought you more stickers and kissed you silly, muttering how proud he was of you. Maybe your portions weren’t huge, but you were finishing all of it and you hadn’t forgotten breakfast in forever.

Gareth was the best helper in the world. You told him as much, only for him to blush madly and plant his forehead on your chest, curls tickling your jaw.

“You’re my star. My trooper. Best baby in the whole world,” he said the words into your skin, still pressed against you, but you could feel his grin at his own cheesiness. You appreciated every sentiment.

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#gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x you #gareth emerson x gn!reader #corroded coffin #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #gareth emerson fic #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson fanfic #gareth the great #gareth emerson comfort #savannah’s fics

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only i can hurt you (chapter one)

direct ao3 link! i realized i never posted this here but im getting a lot of attention from my last one sooooooooooooo yeah lol

you and shigaraki have a lot in common, thank god the 2 most miserable people are together.

warnings: very abusive relationship, eating disorders, mutual mutilation (self harm teehee) enabling

you curled up at the top of the bed, watching the tv so hard you were starting to make out the lines and the rgb of whatever lame show you were watching. it was quite late, shigaraki clicking away at his keyboard. his game was on its last hour of comp, and you didn't give a fuck about your rank anymore. shigaraki would always be better than you.

"there's no point." you muttered, pulling out your phone for the millionth time to mindlessly scroll another social media feed. being poor villains sucked.

"shut up bitch." he said back. not loud, not a shout, not even angry. a common phrase told to you, by everyone in here including your boyfriend. you couldn't even roll your eyes anymore.

"you'll always be just barely good, tomu. you know that?" you moved your eyes to his form, hunched over grossly at his cheap desk. duct tape wrapped around the arm rests, his leg bouncing, trash surrounding him. "so i don't get what's the point in you playing so much."

"better than being with you, that's what."

you scoffed. "fuck you."

"i'll fuck you up after this game."

shigaraki was right. he wasn't shy to beat you every now and then, every so often, every chance he got. bruising your wrists and throat, slapping you raw, choking you unconscious, slashing your thighs or upper body while holding you down with his weight.

"i'll kill you." you spat before wrapping up in the blanket. that wasn't to say you didn't get your fair share either, screwing with him emotionally was your form of revenge. he was physical, and you were mean. "and then you can face the family you murdered once and for all."

he only sighed, a last glance catching him shaking his head. whatever. you were going to look at the much more attractive people on tiktok. you wish you were as pretty and skinny as all these girls, but shigaraki doesn't fail to mention how disgusting you are with all the scarring and how he's ruined you for anyone else. he tells you to leave all the time, even kicks you out in the streets, only for you to come back a few hours later with teary eyes and a regretful grimace. he mocks you all the time for it and does a stupid voice impression that could only be you.

because of this, you starve yourself. starve for him, for shigaraki tomura. you feel serene and feminine and beautiful when he brushes along your ribs. when he wraps his fingers around your wrist and slowly trails up your arm to your elbow, squishing the bit of upper arm fat. "you need to get rid of this too." he would whisper, a pinky dangerously close to your flesh.

you nod weakly, placing a hand on top of his. "i'm trying... it's been two days since i've ate, you know."

he smiles. a forehead kiss. "let's make it three."

he wasn't entirely cruel. he would inadvertently starve with you, staying up for days playing video games or go on long trips with only a few granola bars or juice packs. but even when he did eat, there would be no difference. he knew that too, flaunting his warm pizza in your face and chewing disgustingly loud. guzzling down soda. eating chocolate or other sweets. your eye twitched, suddenly opening the side table and pulling out a special box.

"oh!" shigaraki exclaimed with a mouthful of disgusting food.

you opened it up, taking out your designated box cutter, fit with cute stickers and pink tape barely holding it together. you guys get rough sometimes, and sometimes things break.

with clenched teeth and teary eyes you dug the blade into your wrist. dragging- slowly, slowly. then ripped it away from you, causing a deep gash and the white layer of skin breaking through, seeping blood. a small moan escaped your lips. shigaraki swiveled around in his chair to watch you move down the small open spaces on your arm, leaning forward everytime you made a pained noise. flicking his wide eyes over when you started rummaging around the box for the small rag.

he stood up and grabbed your arm before you could wipe it all away. all the precious blood, from inside you, warm and wet and delicious.

"i'll clean it for you." he said ever so softly. your lips wavered as he ran his tongue from the inside of your elbow slowly down your forearm, lapping it all up. you told him to clean his mouth before moving up to the fresh wounds, you didn't want all that gross food grease and fat particles getting into your blood stream.

he continued licking, using his thumbs to spread open the bigger ones, making you wince. "you're so cute." he grinned, fingertip dragging lightly down the slits.

"ah, you're so dirty... and gross..." your arm felt weak, body shaking. but it felt so good. another moan, louder, as he squeezed your skin together to make the blood come out again. he kissed you, irony and with adoration.

"do it to me." he panted between sloppy kisses, occupied with palming himself through his pj pants and holding up your arm. you did as told, rolling up his sleeves for him and pushing him back on the bed. a moment to appreciate his pale and bony arms, purple and blue branches of veins scattering all over and god you wanted him to bleed out.

a shiver of excitement shot through his back as the tip of the blade pierced skin. a slight twitch of his hips when you started to slowly move- a shaky moan and eyes to the back of the head when the familiar sting and pain formed at the base of his wrist.

"you have such pretty veins, tomu... i wanna pull them out. think i could pull them out? i'm sure overhaul could put you back together." you whispered into his ear, slashing a couple more times. he grinded into you, holding the small of your back. his fingers felt up your protruding spine, making you arch into him more.

"what else?"

"i want to kill myself, for you, tomu." you kissed his jaw. "maybe i'd kill you first, then myself."

"you wanna leave me that bad?" he gripped your hip, thumbing the bone and holding it in his hand. you shook your head, bringing his wrist to your lips, reddening them with his own blood. you rolled your hips against his, flicking your tongue against his cuts.

"i wanna bring you with me, to whatever hell we'll end up in."

"god you're edgy, huh. give me that."

he got on top of you now, pulling up your shirt and ordering you to hold it. you twitched as he started carving into the skin of your stomach and the space between your ribs. you could feel the familiar shape of a heart, right on your chest. he groped your tits, then smacked you across the face. then again. and again. and again, until you finally let out that sweet sob he wanted to hear.

"keep crying," he gripped your jaw, turning your head around forcefully. he lifted it up, placing the box cutter against your throat. "don't move, or else i'll end up killing you. or do, doesn't matter to me."

you whimpered pathetically as he did a quick slice on your throat, not deep enough to potentially put you in danger, but enough to bleed. if there wasn't any blood, it wasn't worth it. so you kept crying. he cut you all over, frail skin even more ruined now. just how he liked you.

"you know you're never gonna leave, right?" shigaraki sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping up his arms. you were panting next to him, bleeding into the sheets. your body felt numb and lifeless and like nothing else mattered except him. nothing did, actually.

"don't leave me, tomu!" you cried out when you felt the bed shift with him standing up. he laughed.

"i won't."

#shigaraki tomura/reader #shigaraki/reader #tw.abuse #tw.enabling #tw.ed #shigaraki tomura dark fic #tw.self harm

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chaotic-archaeologist · 1 year

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Field Notes: touring Fredericksburg and Chancellorsville battlefields, driving to my internship.

30.05.2023.

Battlefields are always strange. The land has been preserved; set aside; designated as hallowed ground. Often, they are beautiful, maintained with landscaping and paths while strip malls and highways encroach at the edges.

The air is sweet with the smell of freshly cut grass. Birds are singing. I am walking on a tidy gravel path that is bordered by a low stone wall. The scene couldn’t be more picturesque if it tried. It’s hard to believe that 160 years ago, thousands of Union soldiers flung themselves at this wall only to be slaughtered by the Confederates lined up behind it.

This is Marye’s Heights, and it’s where much of the memorialization efforts of Fredericksburg have been focused. Terraced rows of the dead line the hill overlooking the town (this is the Federal cemetery, the Confederate dead are buried elsewhere). Reading plaques about Lee and Jackson’s victory is a little disconcerting when there are Union ghosts looking over your shoulder. Maybe that’s the point.

In the town of Fredericksburg itself, I see my first Confederate flag bumper sticker. It’s small—not much larger than a deck of playing cards, but it’s there. At least it makes more sense here than the ones I’ve seen in Michigan.

For lunch, I go to Benny’s on a friend’s recommendation and get a slice of pizza larger than my head for around $6. Since the money from my stipend hasn’t been processed yet, it will do some double duty as part of my dinner (since my car is so full, it does the remainder of the journey riding in the passenger footwell, but don’t worry—it was in its own bag).

Visiting just Fredericksburg seems silly when there are so many other battlefields nearby. Only Chancellorsville has its own visitor center, which holds the interpretation for its eponymous battle as well as the Wilderness and Spotsylvania Courthouse. That’s a lot of death to pack into one building, but they do a decent job. When I ask the ranger working there, he tells me that they updated the visitor centers for the two battlefields back in 2014. (This was their first update since their opening in the 1960s. Yikes.)

This visitor center also has to compete with the little walking trail memorializing the fatal wounding of Stonewall Jackson. Various stone markers are scattered across the grounds like so many poisonous mushrooms.

Much like Fredericksburg, the Chancellorsville battlefield is beautiful. At the ranger’s advice, I spend most of my time at stops 3, 9, and 10 on the self-guided walking tour. Stops 9 and 10 are opposite placements of an artillery duel between the two armies. The earthworks (called lunettes, the sign informs me) from the Union position are still visible under neatly trimmed grass.

At stop 10, there is a meadow covering what used to be a field hospital (emphasis on field, not so much on hospital) where wounded Union prisoners were left to the elements for several days until doctors could arrive from Washington. Signs talk of the screams and the smell, but it’s almost impossible for me to conjure up a mental image of such suffering in such a lovely place. If I died a horrible death, would I want the area to smooth over the suffering with time? Yes. Yes, I think I would.

The interpretation at these two battlefields definitely skews Southern. The monuments are, by and large, Confederate. The plaques are about Confederate army movements. When the Union army is mentioned, it’s usually because Lee or Jackson are doing something to hapless Burnside and Hooker. One gets the impression that the blue exists as a foil for the grey.

These are Southern victories on Southern land, and credit where credit’s due, they’ve turned down the Lost Cause dial quite a bit. The fact that Lee came away from both confrontations victorious leads itself towards a narrative that matches his brilliance against the blunders of his Union counterparts, and I don’t feel like the parks have done enough to counter that. Slavery is talked about, but nowhere is it explicitly condemned. Ultimately, National Parks have to lean towards the middle ground while also making do with whatever funds they’re given. The ranger said that they were allotted something like one third of the budget they asked for in 2013, and that’s certainly a limiting factor. I’ll be paying close attention to how the signage compares to that at Gettysburg when I return there later this summer.

When 3 o’clock hits, I climb back in my car and hit the road. This part of the drive is where we get into the Blue Ridge mountains, which are beautiful but also come with reduced speed limits. There are still some cars that think we should be going 90, but as a Midwesterner used to the flatlands, I stick to the right hand lane and let them do their own thing.

It starts to mist as I near my final destination. Even though it’s not that hot outside, it’s so humid that I have to have the AC on. The mountains are steaming as I pull into town. And wow, the mountains really are blue, verging on purple. Country Roads isn’t playing on the radio, but it should be.

So my first year of grad school was bracketed by rain and Civil War battlefields (if my life were a movie, they would call that a cinematic parallel). What this internship has in store for me, I don’t really know. That—along with some grocery shopping—is a problem for Tomorrow Reid.

#field notes #travel log #the internship (tm)#summer research 2023 #american civil war

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ask-bing-and-the-g-unit · 11 months

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Perhaps it was meant to be a deterrent. That was a sensible assumption of the eclectic gathering of things outside of Bing’s door. Why else would there be a severely-manhandled (but unopened) box of gusher packets, a six pack of cool blue Gatorade, two packs of assorted stickers, several boxes of flavoured vapes, a box of pacific cooler capri suns, and a cling-wrapped bowl of moldy pizza rolls — all with the thinnest layer of dust.

Blue thought it over again, and the conclusion became painfully apparent: his brother Eric.

His gaze moved to the center of the door. One command with the admin privileges that he had would make it open; a singular thought could end the situation. Yet he stood staring while his irises rimmed by a thin ring of red warped between turquoises and violets. Why Blue of anyone? Had doing Bing’s assigned tasks for the passed two months not been enough? And then performing Ivan’s on top of that? Sending him to retrieve Bing did not make sense. Eric and Oliver were meant to be social, and any of the humans (and supposed humans) of the manor could have done this task. Blue kept away from people, and people did not talk to him. That was how things worked.

Wilford was out of the question because he has not been seen for some time (not a frequent happening but not an uncommon situation). No Wilford meant no concrete control over the Jims. Bim was another trusted hand of Dark and would have the patience to be a pest. Ed would throw a fit from lack of patience — which could work in theory. As more of the personalities of the manor were sifted through, he supposed they all were poor fits for this situation.

But that did not answer why Dark picked him.

Without any more stalling, Blue rapped his knuckles against the door and listened.

From within, Bing shrunk further down against the wall and held Vega closer, his thumb running with her hairs. Why did Eric keep coming back? Didn’t he get that Bing wasn’t somebody he’d want around? It was better if he was away from everyone where he couldn’t mess anything up. Well… he would have to get more rat food eventually but–

“Bing, I know you are not asleep.”

Blue?? The orange bot was on his feet now in shock. But he knew that monotone voice. Why was Blue here? “Just g-go away.” He winced at his voice crack as he pressed a fist to his lips. For real, man?

A response, good, thought Blue. “You have to come out, Bing.”

“No can do; it’s a bad time!” called back Bing who began frantically going through his room. Hoodies were moved about and shaken out as he began his desperate, fruitless search. “There- there’s a lot going on that you wouldn’t get, ya know?”

“I could possibly understand if you explained. This door needs to open, and you need to come out.”

Bing stopped, arms shaking as he tightly held onto the open drawer of art supplies, still no glasses to be found, and he sucked in a deep breath for his fans to circulate the air. A warning popped up in his vision that he quickly removed before wiping his drying eyes. What would he possibly say? What could he say that would get him out of this cage he was beginning to mine?

He shut his eye as tight as possible as his whole body clenched, pressure building behind the one eye as the empty socket began to dribble. “Give–” He drank in another huge breath and then began a different search. “Hold on. Give me a minute.”

Blue stilled with patience. Unlike Eric who would hug himself to fidget and possibly pace or Oliver who would chatter the entire time, Bing couldn’t hear a thing from the other side of the door. Terrifying for the half blind bot. The least crumpled hoodie was held up and checked over before he began to pull it on, wiggling his head through the hole (and maybe sticking his arm through the wrong hole at first, shut up). Now he just needed to check himself in the mirror–

Maybe not.

Bing’s lips pursed together before he began to dig his teeth into his bottom lip, gaze on the floor now while he could hear Mini jumping somewhere behind him. With forceful movement, his hands moved through his hair to muss it up thoroughly, covering up the mistake without seeing if he did well or not. Solid. Totally in the clear.

Without moving his head, Blue resumed to study the assortment of Eric’s… goods. He had thought Bing’s favourite Gatorade was orange; he must have been mistaken. His red rimmed eyes looked over the roughed up box of gushers again, which was honestly the most confusing thing here. Eric would never get a box in this condition. Then the barely-there click of the door sounded, and his eyes flicked forward attentively.

Bing’s hair was very out of place, dragged over the right side of his face, the loose curls stretched out. His hands shoved into the hoodie pocket. The eye that Blue could see was shut tight. All questionable but not his priority.

Blue’s voice began to drone, drilling through Bing’s receptors. “Bing, you have not been out of your room for fifty-nines days. Ivan began isolating fifty-one days ago, shutting his system down for sleep forty-eight days ago.” Each word was a nail, the hammer centered perfectly to drive into Bing’s cranium plate. The counted days. Ivan’s seclusion. He caused disruption. “Dark has been assigning all of your tasks to me and has recently voiced frustration at your lack of attendance for the past biweekly meetings. I am ready for your explanation as to allow me to understand your situation.”

His fans spun faster to match the pace of the world around him, everything spiraling down, down, down. When he had begun to bite his lip, he didn’t know, his acrylic teeth digging in and in and in to leave an indent. His left eye fluttered with squinting winks as tears that were not there tried to fall, more fluid trickling out from the right.

Blue paused, eyes following the orange liquid that glided down to hang on Bing’s jaw. “Your glasses are missing.”

Bing would have preferred to be punched. Or to be the one punching. His thoughts began to twist and split into black and white as he continued to stare off into the original Google. His response was slow to come, as he raised his head just enough to ‘check’ Blue. He had hit a nerve.

“...Maybe because I can’t fucking find them.” Blue blinked, eyes flecking with violet. A step forward from Bing brought Blue to take a step back to keep the other’s whole form in view. Usually Eric would be the one to diffuse Bing’s hostility, but the Google would manage.

“I can’t find my glasses, I can’t come out these doors. Now you’ve got me where you want me. And you think it’s the best idea in the UNIVERSE to try and nail me a new one? Nah man.” He got closer to him, and Blue blinked again. “Do you think I hid just because I don’t care? Just because I wanted to fuck off? I love how—” His fans were maxed. “—I LOVE how EVERYONE NOTICES ME WHEN I’M GONE. BUT NO ONE NOTICED, WHEN I WAS AROUND, OF HOW SICK I AM WITH MYSELF.”

“Bing.” A warning as Blue’s eyes fluttered to blink twice.

His right hand escaped for his fingers to count his insults. “I’m reckless and stupid and break the rules. Imperfect. Ridiculous. A fucking blight on this manor. I’ve noticed Wilford’s fucking looks, too! Those days where he forces smiles around me! Better than Dark who can’t even stomach looking at me half the time. And now they want me at meetings??

“And you! You don’t even talk to me, man!” At that time, he subconsciously brought a hand to run it straight through his mop of a head. Fuck.

Bing was frozen as Blue reached up with his left hand, and the Bing bot shivered as Blue’s hand removed his own before beginning to fix his hair. The Google’s face was blank as always. His irises were a misty grey as they kept focus on Bing’s hair, and soon both hands were adjusting the mop. His one yellow eye winked over and over to then shut when Blue wiped away the leaking fluid from his right side.

“You have been crying, and your hinges sound stiff,” Blue lulled, volume a little lower than usual. His head turned away, eyes never once looking at Bing’s remaining eye. Did he… not want to see, wondered Bing. “Come get fluid.”

#syles canon #syles writing #kais writing #kais art #googleplier #bingiplier #blue google #markiplier #markiplier egos

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marclef · 5 months

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oh shit guys i got my favorite Pizza Tower character with my stickers!!

or i just ordered the sticker pack and i got a very good sticker as a bonus hehe 👍

#ive been getting lucky with my fangamer orders. i swaer ive gotten a deltarune sticker with every order i get #pretty sure they do it as a bonus but its funny it's been deltarune every single time #they know. they know what a big undertale/deltarune sucker i am.

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obsidiancreates · 1 year

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Out Of The Shadows and Into The Neon (Part 4)

(I don't know how 5 year olds talk. When I was five I was a verbose little shit who talked like I was 10 and regularly blew adults away with my articulate nature so I can't even use myself as a reference. Apologies if it's unrealistic.)

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"Unc'a Casey Unc'a Casey!" Mikey runs as fast as his little 5 year old legs will carry him. "Did you bring my favorite?"

Casey Jr looks around the lair and, from the bottom of the pile of boxes, produces one small pizza. "Don't tell your dad," he whispers, passing the monstrosity of jelly beans, anchovies, cheese, garlic, and whatever else he could interpret from the child's messy handwritten note.

Mikey squeals happily and takes the box, and before Casey Jr can straighten back up from the crouch Mikey hops up and gives his uncle a kiss on the cheek. He runs away giggling, holding the box high above his head!

"Why does Mikey get extra?"

"Ah!" Casey startles, almost dropping the boxes as he whirls around and comes face-to-face (well, face to wall on his part and face to knee on the child's) with a wide-eyed Donnie Jr.

"Because his makes you guys sick, remember?" Casey says, setting the boxes on the kitchen counter. "You won't tell your dads I brought it, right?"

"Maaaaybe." Donnie grins, the gap from his recently lost tooth making the impish nature of the grin even more adorable. "Dad said I can't have any more soda today."

Casey Jr scans the kitchen and listens for any signs of being watched. He slinks over to the fridge and carefully opens it, pulling out a bottle of soda. He pours half of it into a cup with a lid, and keeps the other half in his hands. "You're as devious as your dad."

"Thank you!" Donnie chirps, both for the soda and the 'compliment'. He walks away happily sipping.

"I'm gonna tell."

Casey's shoulders slump. He turns around and, yes, there he is. Raph Jr stands behind him, arms crossed and frowning with narrowed eyes, every bit the tiny imitation of his father. Well, minus the spikes and the size.

"Okay, okay. What do you want now?"

"Mikey took my markers."

"How about I buy you some new ones for my next visit?"

"I want the big pack. With lots of colors!"

"The biggest one I can find."

The frown turns into a smile. "Thank you!"

When Raph leaves Casey finally turns to dish up the pizza-

And is met with Leo Jr on the countertop, a piece in his hand and a bite already taken out. He freezes, looking at his uncle with wide eyes.

"Don't tell your dad about my giving in to your brothers, and we're even," Casey whispers.

Leo nods seriously and finishes off his slice. He carefully hops down onto a stool, and then onto the floor, and runs away.

Casey sighs. Finally. He gets out the plates and-

"So, Mr Fun Uncle is keeping secrets!" Splinter walks over with a smug chuckle. "My silence does not come cheap."

"How about when I pick up Raph's markers, I get you some more hair ties?"

"And fabric softener!"

"Deal."

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"I don't know what your dad is talking about," Cass says, swirling the wine in her glass. "Five is more than old enough to begin training!"

"Dad says he doesn't want us growing up like weapons," Raph grumbles, kicking his toy truck. "But we're not babies!"

"You aren't. I remember when you were babies, it was adorable but disgusting! Here." Cass sets her glass aside. "Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello! Gather up!"

The other three tots come over, Mikey literally bouncing through the play room and Leo walking calmly but curiously as Donnie covers his head. Just in case.

"Your four are now official Brownie Clan members!" She slaps a stick onto each of their tiny round plastrons. The sticker is bigger than their fists. "Which means you are now officially allowed to begin training with me!"

"Um, aren't the Brownies girls?" Donnie picks at the sticker.

"Gender is a construct! Anyone can join our organization, as long as they understand that the world domination plans could be reinstated at any moment!"

"Wait, really?" Leo gapes at her. "But Daddy says-"

"I help fight bad guys, yes! But honestly if things keep going the way that are in politics I'm going to lose it, so."

All four tots nods solemnly, even though they have no clue what she means.

"Now, to the Brownie Clan Headquarters!"

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"Awww, that's nice." Raphie shows the note to his brothers. "Cass took the boys out to make some friends!"

Leon snatches the letter and reads it over himself, mouth pinched. "Our Cass? The one who treats Childhood Innocence like a battle opponent?"

"She's doing better!" Angelo scolds, grabbing the note to read himself. "Awww, she's even going to show them some education stuff! That's great, you know, I've been worrying about being able to teach them enough, even with Dee's lesson plans-"

"Give that to me now." Donald grabs it away and scans it. "Hmm. She didn't say where they're going."

"She wouldn't put them in danger, though, we know this." Raphie begins picking up the toys from around the playroom. "Besides! She left her wine here, so we know she's putting away the Wine Aunt persona for now!"

"Mmm, true..."

"Wait." Leon holds his arms out. "If she's not using the Wine Aunt persona right now, which one is she using? Because as far as I'm aware she's only got two, Wine Aunt and Badass Warrior."

"Not quite true, there's also-" Donald's face falls. "Oh god."

"What, what am I- oh. Oh, no." Angelo shakes his head.

"What? What's Raph missing?"

"Raphie, buddy. besides Aunt and Warrior, what else does Cass do in her free time?"

"Uh... run a baked goods business? ... Oh, oh, no, she wouldn't!"

His brothers all give him A Look.

"Okay, she totally would," he admits. He pulls out his phone. "April? Yeah, we're coming to pick you up in the tank. Yeah, we're pretty sure Cassandra took the boys to The Brownie Clan. Of course we're gonna scold her, that's why I called you! Tell Barry we're picking him up too just in case, we know how vicious those little girls can get."

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"Why are we in the beginner class?" Raph whines, sloppily copying Cass's movements as she goes through the katas.

"Because you're beginners!" Cass snaps without any fire, just Intense Aunt-ly Love. "Have you ever been a ninja, Raph?"

"We sneak snacks all the time," Mikey announces loudly. His brothers all stare in betrayal, and he laughs and tucks his head into his shell.

"And I'm proud of you for your skill in stealth," Cass says, "But this is different! A ninja is an assassin, a warrior of just as much ferocity and cunning as they are of stealth and precision! Once you master these skills, then you may begin adding in as much chaotic brute force as you wish!"

"I'm gonna be just like Dad," Raph declares, abandoning the katas to pretend to stab at enemies with imaginary sai. "I'm gonna be big and strong and smash every bad guy I see! And I'll be so good at it they'll never hit my brothers!"

"Well I'm gonna be the coolest ninja ever!" Mikey makes a commendable attempt at a high kick, still smiling even as he falls onto his butt. "I'm gonna do all the coolest flips and I'm gonna dance and fight at the same time because I'm just that good!"

"I'm gonna build stuff," Donnie declares, grinning. "Just like my dad! But I'm gonna build stuff like-like go-karts and um, and wings! I'm gonna make all of us cool wings!" He stops his forms to hold his arms around and run around the room in a circle, much to the annoyance (and for some, delight) of the newly-joined Brownie Scouts.

Mikey gasps, eyes wide and brimming with awe as he watches his brother. "Like my superhero I drew!"

"Yeah!"

"Well I'm gonna be the best ninja ever," Leo says firmly, slowly copying Cass's movements as precisely as he can. "I'm gonna get even better than Dad, so when he stops being a ninja like grandpa he knows everyone will be okay and we'll always be safe."

"All very admirable goals. The passion your four have reminds me of myself at your age," Cass sniffles, wiping some proud tears from her eyes. Then she stomps her foot. "But you won't be able to do any of that if you don't pay attention!"

Mikey squeaks and scrambles back into position. Donnie snaps his arms back to his side and hurries back into his spot, trying for a nervous smile at his aunt to get out of the Imagined Trouble. Raph rolls his little eyes, something he picked up from watch his dad and Leon, or sometimes Donald and, well, anyone. But mostly Leon. But he gets back into position too.

"You four have some of the finest warriors I've ever known in your family," Cass says in a softer voice. "But they became warriors like that through terrible trials. They're hoping you never have to say the same."

"But they beat the really bad guys," Donnie says, wobbling a little but managing to finish the movement. "And we met Hypno once, when Auntie April took us to the park! He's a dad now too!"

"Yeah! All he did the whole time was argue with the little worm guy about if they should get ice cream or not after!"

"He's still dangerous," Cass warns. "Yes, he's a big softie, but underestimating your opponent is always a mistake! You need to stay focused, serious, and always be aware of your-!"

"Hey Cass?" comes a drawling overly casual voice. Cass freezes up, a bead of sweat rolling down her temple.

"... Surroundings."

"I told you she wouldn't have them sparring!" Angelo runs over and scoops Mikey up. "Let me see you- quit squirming! If you keep squirming I'm handing you over to Dr. Tickles MD!"

"Not Dr Tickles!" Mikey wails like it's the world's worst fate.

"Cass," Leon drawls again, sauntering over as Brownie Initiates scramble out of the way. "What'd we say about training the boys?"

Cass's mouth remains shut tight as Leon gives her his most terrifying laid-back smile.

"Not until they're old enough to reach chapter books. Remember?"

"But that's not fair," Donnie pipes up as he's lifted up by his own dad. "I can read chapter books already! And-and Mikey might not be able to until he's old!"

"Hey!"

"You have dys- dysle-"

"Then you have to wait until you can pronounce 'dyslexia'," Donald decides, examining his son for any hint of actual contact training. "And you know Uncle Leon isn't being literal, he means around eight to ten years of age."

"But we wanna be ninjas now!" Raph whines, kicking and waving his arms in the start of a tantrum as Raphie scoops him up with one hand. "We're big kids, we wanna be ninjas! We can sneak around and-and I'm already way tougher than human kids my age!"

Leo looks up at his dad. "We wanna be like you," he says, eyes watering and lip wobbling. "You guys are heroes."

Leon looks down, and his expression softens. He kneels down and sighs. "I know, kiddo." He picks Leo up and puts him on his shoulder, nodding at April and Draxum to continue the lecture at Cass. April cracks her neck and Draxum puts on his best Protective Grandpa posture as they drag Cass to the corner of the classroom.

"Why can't we?" Leo asks, hugging his dad's head. "I wanna protect you. I get scared when you go fight."

"Hey, I know how it feels." Leon looks at his brothers as they carry their own sons to the Turtle Tank. "I still can't watch them go out to fights without me without having some scary thoughts. But you're just a kid, Leo."

"So were you. Papa said so."

"He wasn't actually training us back then, though. We didn't start taking it seriously until we were teens."

"I don't wanna wait that long!"

"You won't, trust me. But you'll still wait a little longer. Being a kid is good, Leo. Don't rush to grow up. You'll wish you'd been one longer once you grow up."

"... Fine." Leo leans against his dad's head. "But don't be mad at Auntie Cass."

"We're not mad. We're just reminding her."

"Auntie April isn't gonna kick her butt?"

"No, no she's not."

"And Papa Barry isn't gonna make her into goo?"

"Not on my watch."

"... Okay."

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Donnie sticks his tongue out as he draws.

"I know we should be training by now!" Raph grumps, eyes still puffy from his tantrum on the way home. "Dad is wrong!"

"But-but our dads know everything," Mikey says, sniffling a little himself. Once Raph had started scream-crying, Mikey had started crying, which had set Donnie off, which had overwhelmed Leo and set him off...

"Well, not this," Raph pouts.

"Ha!" Donnie sits up, proud of himself. "Look!"

His brothers gather around him and stare at the drawings in awe.

They're messy and wobbly and very much drawn by a child, but they're also clear enough: they're little diagrams of the katas Cass had shown them.

"You remember them?" Leo whispers, looking at his brother.

Donnie nods, eyes closed with pride. "I'm the smartest, so I remembered them!"

"But-but what if we get in trouble?" Mikey whispers, looking around.

"They won't know!" Donnie slaps the drawings. "We can hide these! Um- there!" Donnie slips the drawings in a small crack between the short bookshelf and the wall. "Now they're a secret!"

Raph looks at Leo. "You won't tell, right?" He leans closer to his brother. "You wanna be a ninja too."

Leo nods. "But we gotta be sneaky," he reminds them. "Only when our dads are gone! And-and when Papa is too! Both of them! And Auntie April! Just when Auntie Cass or Uncle Casey are here!"

"Unc'a," Mikey corrects. Raph rolls his eyes at him.

"Only you still say 'Unc'a'."

"It's cuter! You get away with more."

"Ooooh." Raph's eyes widen. "That's smart! You're the smart one now!"

"Yay!"

"Hey!"

Leo sneaks one of the drawings back out as his brothers wrestle.

Being a kid is fun.

So... imagine how much fun being a ninja kid will be!

#tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #rottmnt #tmnt crossover #reincarnated au #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fic #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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Today was a good day. I felt slightly better. Still coughing, but not as weak. I am still really looking forward to going to sleep.

I slept okay last night. I was still coughing myself awake. But I got more rest then I have been. So it was a win.

I woke up at 630 pretty uncomfortable, but I let myself doze for a half hour. James laid with me a bit. I struggled to get up. But I would be okay.

I liked my hair a lot today. And I felt pretty good overall. I loved wearing my new ring. I was feeling positive. James sent me off with my bag packed. And I had a nice drive, but people were still driving stupid. Just going wildly slow. But it was fine. I got to camp and was glad to be there.

Though I discovered the watermelon James has packed me had spilled all over my lunch bag. Ah well. I cleaned that up and soon Elizabeth was coming in. It's weird not having that first hour alone but I won't begrudge someone else wanting to be able to leave earlier.

And we actually had some really nice chats. About art and my drawing project but also about my pipeline theory and some other silly stuff. We had some big laughs.

I worked on my proposal for a diorama workshop and a few other small projects. I did my drawing for the day and realized I had one of the stickers hidden so today actually was the last drawing! I did my favorite Leatherman pocket knife. And closed out the project. I'll order sheets of the stickers as a limited run soon.

As others were coming it there was actually stuff for me and Sarah to do! There is apparently another snow storm coming in tonight so we drove up to the Alaskans to get salt to put all around on any wood surfaces because we have a full camp rental this weekend.

I found out it's a Christian school and so I told Sarah all about how she. I was in highschool we would go on winter retreats and it was the most important thing every year but also it was crazy because they wouldn't feed us for so long so that we would get in some weird space. And she was like Jesse that sounds like a cult. And I am like oh I know.

It was fun driving around off road pouring salt on things. And when we got back we were both a bit tired so we took a break.

Heather would have some schedule stuff for me to work on. They want more free choice and so I worked on some ways for that to work. There might be some kind of choice in what specialities they could go to every day. We will see if it's actually implemented.

I had lunch and did some work on canva. Edited some logos for the music festival. Me and Sarah would go out again to deliver bags of salt and shovels to the different cabins just in case. The snow is supposed to come in quick but then it's going to be almost 60 so it'll probably melt fast too. But it was fun being out. Though I kept tripping on my shoes and making Sarah nervous I was going to break an ankle.

The day would wrap up pretty quickly. I reminded Alexi that my birthday is tomorrow and Chloe was like what! Why wasn't it on the calendar and Elizabeth ran out to write it before I left. I just never noticed it didn't make it to the calendar because I was gone for the last week of January and then I was sick. But everyone wished me well and said they will make a bigger deal next week. Which is not necessary but is also very kind.

I said goodbye and headed out. I did stop at 711 to get a piece of pizza. And I'm glad I did because there was a lot of traffic on the drive home. So it was closer to 45 minutes. Which is whatever but still rough. I enjoyed my music and my podcast and was home soon enough.

When I got back here I did some tidying up because Celia was coming over. I ran around with the vacuum and soon she was knocking on my door.

It was nice to have her over. James would come home soon after she got there. I gave her the tour and talked about what we are going to do in different spaces once we have furniture. And then after talking with James for a bit and playing with sweetp we would set up in the studio to do some painting.

Celia would paint a pill bug and I painted Sweetp. And it was fun. We watched a video about the backrooms and painted and James made us stuffed shells. It was a really fun couple hours. We talked about the history of accents and travel and told stories and it was just a really lovely night.

James ran over to the apartment to feed the aquatics and grab a few things. And Celia left a little before they came back. I watched her from the stoop to make sure she made it to her car. And then when I came back inside I went to get a shower.

James got home soon after I got dressed. And they are downstairs talking to their dad. And I am in bed. Coughing a lot. Which still gets worse at night. But I'm sipping water and hoping that the snow isn't bad. So tomorrows plan goes off without a hitch.

Because tomorrow is my birthday! Jess should be here mid morning, weather permitting, and then we are going to IKEA! I hope that we can get everything easily and then we will spend most of the day building things. I'm very much looking forward to my birthday. James is finishing baking a cake for me now. And Jess will be here. And I'm just really happy. Despite the cough.

Sleep well everyone. I love you all so much. Until tomorrow!!

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