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gallusrostromegalus · 7 months

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Who in Elephant is the most unexpected person to have any piercings? Who has the most, or the 'weirdest' one? And, of course, who has the most ostentatious jewellery, regardless of where it is or whether anyone actually sees it.

@brighteyedbadwolf and I share a headcanon that once he started running out of tattoo room, Renji got into body piercings in a big way, and also learned the value of moderation so he's gotten some interesting piercings done, but has learned to savor them and only get one done every few years.

His most recent ornament is a tongue piercing and 9/10ths of the fun has been seeing how long he can keep it a secret. It's surprisingly easy- he's picked up Byakuya's habit of not moving his lips much when speaking at an interpersonal distance, and only raising his voice when people are actually far enough away to warrant yelling.

Several people noticed immediately but didn't say anything because it's not, strictly speaking, their business what Renji recreationally does with his body unless he needs medical attention for it, and because Retsu also wants to see how long Renji can keep it a secret and what the fallout will be like when it inevitably gets out.

Ikkaku was the first to call him out because his little kohai was looking just a bit to smug about something, and when he refused to say what, Ikkaku took a shot in the dark that squarely hit its target. Ikkaku is now also seeing how long before it really gets out, but has perhaps been selectively hastening the process by telling certain people.

Shuuhei didn't call Renji out, but during a lieutenant's meeting, Shuuhei heard the rather distinctive *click* of metal on Renji's teeth, and fixed him with a nonjudgmental, but extremely knowing stare.

Renji is... pretty sure Byakuya hasn't noticed yet. He's hard to read at the best of times, and Renji is privy to the bizarre oceans of stuff Byakuya has somehow remained ignorant of, like dinosaurs. He's sure his boss will have something to say about workplace-appropriate attire when he finds out.

Pretty sure.

Byakuya is also not a snitch- he saw Ichigo's hollow mask transformation and kept his mouth shut tighter than a bear trap about it.

Actually.

Byakuya keeps his mouth shut all the time both figuratively and literally. Almost doesn't move his lips when speaking, and only opens his mouth maybe half an inch, even when he raises his voice. Renji has never actually seen his molars, let alone most of his boss and prospective brother-in-law's tongue.

Could he..? No, that's much too scandalous for him.

...right?

Rukia has managed to remain oblivious to not only all of Renji's hardware thus far, but is actually ignorant of the lower 56% of Renji's ink as well. As emotionally close as they are, she doesn't actually spend that much time in close physical proximity to him anymore, and her mental image of Renji is about six major changes out of date.

She *has* noticed that Byakuya gets a small dessert- something soft and meant to be savored, like a single slice of cheesecake, every year on April 6th, which isn't the anniversary of anything she can find. Nobody he knows was born, got married or died on that day, she knows he and Hisana started "courting" in the middle of July so it's not that, and it doesn't seem to be a sad date for him- if anything, he seems ever-so-slightly pleased, perhaps even a bit smug, whenever he sits down in the garden and takes three hours to eat that tiny wedge of cake. According to the house staff, he's been doing this for over fifty years now, and this befuddles her, but Byakuya is a singularly inscrutable man sometimes, and she is not about to deny him whatever small, harmless joy this is.

For his part, Byakuya is very pleased with how well his two stainless steel studs have held up over the years, enjoys taking some time to really savor the feeling of them by taking a long time to enjoy a bit of dessert on the anniversary he got them, and is still deciding on the funniest time to ask Renji where he got his piercing done, so that they may compare notes.

He's tentatively considering the day after Renji and Rukia inevitably announce that they are expecting their first child- a date some time off as the two are not, strictly speaking, engaged yet, but Byakuya is as certain of that event's coming as he is of the sunrise- both because it will be a humorously long time to have kept that secret, and Byakuya estimates that at that point, Renji will be in the first throes of impending fatherhood panic, and could probably use a distraction.

Byakuya is very fond of his prospective brother-in-law, and thinks this is a good way to demonstrate his affection.

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #bleach #bleach fanfiction #renji abarai #byakuya kuchiki #rukia kuchiki #shuuhei hisagi #ikkaku madarame #more thoughts on this later

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cupcakeslushie · 1 year

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Hey!! So my asks don't seem to be sending so I hope this one does

I am obsessed with you AU!! I have so many ideas

At one point you mentioned that Three/Donnie can't lie and is usually brutally blunt. But can he DECIEVE? I can imagine him at the beginning of his arrival trying tricking April to go with him to the lab (probably to disect her or such, stupid humans) with a facade that he's fine with humans and just wants to play, and were it not for Raph warning her beforehand about Donnie's hate for humans she would've bought it. Could this happen or am I reading too much into it?

Sorry guys, I’m so behind on asks so I’ll be doing a bunch in batches tonight!

Pretty much none of them are good at lying. Leo can ACT if it’s for a mission and fib about small things but hates lying in general. Raph can stammer his way through a poor excuse to Splinter’s face, and when it comes to flat out keeping secrets Mikey is just horrible….BUT Mikey is more the type to be the little devious emotional manipulator, just from learning from Big Mama how to work people. Thankfully he uses this particular talent to be helpful (for the most part—sometimes he uses it to get the last slice of pizza and claims little brother rights).

Now for Donnie, it just doesn’t even occur to him to do anything but tell it like it is. Also he doesn’t have much interest in April apart from getting into petty arguments—he mostly ignores her until they find enough common ground that they can carry on a convo without devolving into children. He will always ask if he wants to test something out on his brothers. This is one of the bigger differences between him and canon—Sometimes though, he will think that something is mild, but then judging by their horrified expressions he supposes it’s just one of those times where his baseline for what’s normal is effed up. His biggest issue is testing things on HIMSELF without a care to thinking it through. To be honest the idea of testing things on his brothers or even April, without their permission makes him pretty nauseous, despite one side of his brain telling him that it won’t do any harm just to try, and the other screaming that he doesn’t want to be anything like Draxum.

I’ll reveal more soon, about how Draxum has actually cut a deal with Big Mama. They’re both okay biding their time, so Draxum isn’t in too much of a rush to collect Mikey. In Draxum’s mind, the Battle Nexus is the perfect place for him to evolve his skills. Now that doesn’t mean he’s completely happy with leaving Four in Big Mama’s hands, so Draxum creates a way to remain informed, and Big Mama is fine to take him up on it—just another variable she’s hoping to eventually manipulate in her favor…

This doesn’t stop Draxum from hanging the threat of collecting Mikey over Three’s head if he doesn’t behave.

BUT if we’re talking hypotheticals and if he did end up collecting Mikey, I think Donnie would become the ultimate overprotective brother. Any time Draxum would need a test subject, Donnie would offer himself up, no more fighting, no more trying to get out of it—not if it meant Mikey would be spared. Meanwhile I think Mikey would be plotting their escape and would eventually manage to convince Donnie that running away and living on the streets would be better for them.

He does still love to dance and bounce around, especially while working in his lab with the music loud enough to make Draxum’s ears bleed—which I suppose would mean his password would still be the same!

@yesnervousdreamcollection Oh like you would believe! *Slaps the top of Donnie’s head* This turtle can fit so many personal space issues inside him! He’s very clingy and can lean in much too close when talking to someone, but as long as he’s the one doing it he’s fine. Hugging is one of the many ways he works through being overstimulated. But if he doesn’t see it coming or it happens without any type of warning he can panic or get violent, as it reminds him of how Draxum would use his vines to grab Donnie and haul him around or shove him away.

Splinter never told Mikey or Leo as they were pretty young, but when Raph turned 13–on the anniversary of their mutation day, Splinter tells Raph the full story behind their mutation, and he sadly recalls how he failed to save another turtle during their escape. It makes for a pretty somber mutation day, but from then on Raph will sometimes add a third figure when he’s imagining playing with his other two brothers, and when he’s a bit older and April gets him a book on turtles from the library, he pauses on the page about soft-shell turtles and reads some of the facts just to have that bit of knowledge tucked away.

The topic is only ever mentioned again in passing, during one of Splinter’s tentative talks with Leo and well…

Three is fluent in Yokai, Turtle (chirps and clicks and hisses, because I absolutely love this trope in fics), and will eventually learn ASL (from Leo).

Leo knows Japanese, ASL, enough Chinese to get by, and Spanish

Raph knows a bit of Japanese that Splinter taught him, and some French from April.

Mikey also knows Yokai, and is a master at reading body language.

Trying to keep things a little vague and not to spoil too much but Draxum does notice when Three disappears. He’s not happy that he’s gone, but is more pissed that all his test subjects have found their way to Lou Jitsu and are now actively working against him as a team.

I think tea is one of the very few things that Splinter has managed to find from a decent source—maybe not AS nice as what Saki could pull, but still nothing to scoff at. Probably one of the few times that Leo is comfortable sitting silently, alone with Splinter, is when they share a pot of tea. As they grow more comfortable, the silence gets filled more easily and it becomes their own bonding time.

@organisedchaosstuff

They’d probably panic the first time it happens. Donnie and Mikey would be completely lost on what to do, and Leo, who usually takes charge pretty fast would be so shocked from seeing the destruction, and be so worried about hurting Raph that he wouldn’t be able to think of a plan on the fly like usual. Mikey would probably be the first one to act, and chain Raph up with his nunchaku. Leo would try to reason with Raph, not really understanding that his big bro isn’t really hearing him, and probably get one or two fists in the face before his instincts override his worry about hurting Raph. Donnie would be in full on panic mode, and his brain would be stuck in a loop trying to figure out what in the world caused Raph to fall into such a state—only being pulled out of his thoughts when Leo orders him to tranq Raph.

After that first rough time, they get some answers from Raph and April on how to handle it better if it ever happens again, and the next time they’re able to pull Raph out of Savage mode with a little more finesse and a lot less panic.

#separated au #ask slushie #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt separated au #rise of the tmnt #sep!au infodump

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moodymelanist · 1 year

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Nessian surprise pregnancy announcement

happy April fools 🩵 also combining this with this prompt ⤵️

After nine long months, Cassian could hardly believe he was seeing his daughter in his wife’s arms. She was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen — second only to Nesta herself, of course — and he didn’t think he’d ever forget the moment he’d first gotten to hold her in his arms. She was so tiny that part of him had been scared he’d somehow hurt her, but he’d stopped worrying about that the moment her small fingers curled around his pointer finger.

Nesta looked completely exhausted in her hospital bed, but she seemed just as in awe as Cassian was. “She’s so beautiful.”

“Are you surprised?” he fired back, looking away from their daughter’s perfect face to look at his wife’s stunning one instead. “I mean, look at the material.”

“Shut up,” she replied with a good-natured roll of her eyes. “She’s all you, anyway.”

Seraphina did look a lot like him, with her dark hair and golden-brown skin, but Cassian had studied Nesta’s features enough to know them when he saw them. “Nah. She definitely has your nose.”

“Whatever you say, baby,” Nesta responded tiredly. She shut her eyes and gently shifted around to find a more comfortable position, sighing as she found the relief she was looking for.

He couldn’t decide where he wanted to look more. Between being in total awe that his wife had brought their daughter into the world and that said daughter was absolutely adorable, it was almost like sensory overload. He decided to look back and forth between them every few minutes, more than happy with the pretty picture his family made.

He never thought he could have this for himself, but damn did it feel good.

“Don’t tell Feyre and Rhys,” Cassian murmured, his fingers gently combing through their daughter’s hair, “but our kid is way cuter.”

“Fuck,” Nesta hissed quietly, not wanting to wake Sera as her own eyes snapped open. “We never told them!”

“Fuck,” Cassian repeated. Sera opened her eyes and immediately narrowed them at him from his volume, and he sheepishly passed the baby over to Nesta before it turned into a full-blown crying episode. “Come here, let me get a picture.”

Nesta had been so nervous about something happening to the baby after the experience Feyre and Rhys had had with Nyx that she’d begged Cassian not to tell anyone. It had been hard keeping such a big secret from their family, especially with how often they liked to get together, but they’d somehow managed to pull it off. The first few months hadn’t been too bad, but once Nesta had started showing, they’d had to come up with increasingly more elaborate reasons for why Nesta couldn’t come to their family get-togethers.

“Say cheese,” Cassian said, holding up his phone for their first picture as a family. Nesta gave the best smile she could muster given how tired she was, propping up Sera’s head so her little face was visible, and Cassian snapped a bunch of pictures. “These are nice.”

He picked the best looking one and sent it in their family group chat, sending all the details about Sera’s weight and height and time of birth. It didn’t take long for people to start texting back, but instead of the congratulations texts he was expecting, he got a wide array of question marks and confused emojis.

Whose baby did you steal for this?? Mor had written.

Ha ha, very funny, Lucien added.

Cute baby, though, Rhys texted, replying to Mor’s original message.

“Why does everyone think I’m joking?” Cassian asked, showing Nesta the texts.

“Probably because it’s April Fool’s, you idiot,” Nesta answered fondly. She took his phone and sent another picture, this time of a close up of her sweaty, exhausted face. “Bet you they won’t think we’re joking now.”

He laughed as he read the caption she’d written with the picture. Trust me, the thirteen hours I spent in labor aren’t a fucking joke.

Sure enough, within the hour their entire family was gathered in the hospital room with a truly ridiculous amount of balloons and baby gifts. Judging from her victorious smile, Cassian knew Nesta would be holding this over him for the rest of their lives.

#acotar #acosf #Nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #anon asks #moodymelanistwrites #nessian prompts #⭐️

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madwomansapologist · 3 months

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🎶let spotify predict your 2024!🎶

shuffle your on repeat playlist and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

thanks for tagging me @desert-fern! 💙

January: Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths

Haven't had a dream in a long time See, the life I've had Can make a good man bad

February: My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love mine, all mine Nothing in the world is mine for free But my love mine, all mine, all mine

March: Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all I thought I'd uncovered your secrets, but turns out there's more You adored me before Oh, my good looking boy

April: the last great american dynasty by Taylor Swift

They say she was seen on occasion Pacing the rocks, staring out at the midnight sea And in a feud with her neighbor She stole his dog and dyed it key lime green 50 years is a long time Holiday House sat quietly on that beach Free of women with madness, their men and bad habits And then it was bought by me

May: One Of The Girls by The Weeknd

Lock me up and throw away the key He knows how to get the best out of me I'm no fools for the world to see Trade my whole life just to be

June: Johanna by Suki Waterhouse

Who am I? Who am I? Couldn't tell ya, couldn't tell ya Who am I? Who am I? Couldn't tell ya, couldn't tell ya I was feeling love, being used Now I'm so confused, so confused Electric lights, lucky strikes We danced all night and then I looked in your eyes And said Johanna, Johanna Only want ya 'cause I can't have ya

July: Hypnotic by Zella Day

You do it to me so well Hypnotic taking over me Make me feel like someone else You got me talking in my sleep I don't wanna come back down I don't wanna touch the ground Pacific Ocean, dug so deep Hypnotic taking over me Hypnotic taking over me

August: Is It Over Now? by Taylor Swift

And did you think I didn't see you? There were flashing lights At least I had the decency To keep my nights out of sight Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs And my whispered sighs Oh, Lord, I think about Jumping off of very tall somethings Just to see you come running And say the one thing I've been wanting But no

September: Ainda Gosto Dela by Skank

Eu ainda gosto dela Mas ela já não gosta tanto assim A porta ainda está aberta Mas da janela já não entra luz E eu ainda penso nela

October: Liquid Smooth by Mitsk

I'm liquid smooth, come touch me, too And feel my skin is plump and full of life I'm in my prime I'm liquid smooth, come touch me, too I'm at my highest peak, I'm ripe About to fall, capture me

November: Bloodletting by Concrete Blonde

They used to dance in the garden In the middle of the night Dancin' out in the garden In the middle of the night Oh, you were a vampire and I may never see the light Oh, you were a vampire and I may never see the light

December: IN MY MOUTH by Black Dresses

I don't feel like I can be anything more than this (I've gotta...) I don't really want to be anything more than this (I've gotta...) I just wanna be whatever you want me to be (I've gotta...) I don't wanna have a soul (I've gotta...)

alright my year will be sad and horny.

Tagging: @shirebarbie @wordbunch @sotwk @harknessshi @madame-fear @arraxesfire @morpheusbaby3

#tag game

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swiftsdelucaa · 1 year

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So I hear you're taking Grey's anatomy x reader request? 😗

Any particular characters and rules?

Like say how would you feel about April x Jacksons sister! reader or the other way around? Maybe with fluff and teasing older siblings?

❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍! ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: April Kepner x Avery!f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Hi! I hope this was what you had in your mind, enjoyy :)

When Jackson finished his internship you just had to start yours. There had been a plane crash, and everyone seemed so strange.

Jackson was very sad about Mark and Lexie's death, he loved them both so much, this destroyed him. Well, you hadn't met them, but he almost always told you about them and you would have liked to meet them.

In fact, they weren't the only people he often told you about. April Kepner.

Those two were the closest friends you've ever seen in your life. He talked so much about her, insisted you should meet her, you almost couldn't stand her anymore even though you'd never seen her. But God, he was right. Even you would have talked about it constantly if you had known her before her.

It had been a short time since you had started dating and you were already crazy about her. Now she was an attending in traumatology and seeing her in action got you so excited. You loved every single detail about her, it seemed mutual, but she was also able to be quite strict with you at work. Oh she was so hot when she got angry.

Every night you loved to invite her over to your house, watch movies, or just hang out with each other all the time.

Your hands were in her hair as you lay on top of her and she kept kissing you softly.

"You are disgusting" Jackson sat down on the couch next to you with a packet of chips in hand.

"Excuse me?" you looked at him to wave him up and leave.

"This is my home too" he said. April threw a pillow at him causing the chips to fall out.

"Oh come on!" he complained.

"Did I already tell you how much I adore you?" you asked turning to April smiling at her.

"Well maybe not enough..." she replied placing your hands on her hips. Jackson turned on the television and turned up the volume so that it became annoying.

"Fuck you Jackson!" you exclaimed getting up in frustration and taking April by the hand going upstairs.

The next day you happened upon Jackson, who gave you an annoying smile as soon as he saw you.

"Goodmorning" he said trying to be normal.

"No please"

"What?"

"Don't say anything, just- shut up" you begged.

"It's not fair, you keep me from sleeping and I can't say anything?" he said teasing you more. It seemed like it was his favorite hobby teasing you.

"Can we just- work?" you protested rolling your eyes.

"Okay..." he said again having printed that horrible little smile.

"Plastic surgery wasn't even my first choice" you complained, changing the subject.

"And what are you passionate about?"

"I was thinking about general surgery... Or traumatology too..."

"Oh and I'm asking why..." he added with an ironic tone. You nudged his arm.

"Stop that!" hoping that this time he would really stop it, you entered the patient's room to analyze the case.

All you wanted all day was to see April again and feel her presence.

When this long day was finally over you went looking for her, and she seemed to have the same idea. You saw her in front of the nurses station.

"Hi!" you came up behind her and she whirled towards you placing a hand on her chest.

"God, you scared me" she gave you a little push.

"I'm sorry, well, how is going?" you asked giving her a little kiss.

"Good, you?"

"Besides Jackson, I would say good too, but I missed you" she gave you another kiss. You didn't mind being in public, in short, relationships of this type now are more than normal in this hospital, you didn't pay much attention to the fact that she was your boss. Why keeping it a secret?

Unfortunately for April the day wasn't over, but as usual you would have seen each other tonight.

She came back quite late, she looked very tired. She threw herself on the bed.

"I can't move any muscles anymore" she said with her head buried in the pillow. You approached her putting your arm around her waist hugging her. You kissed her cheek. "Goodnight baby"

"I love you" she said as she turned towards you meeting your eyes.

"Mee to" you smiled at her.

Yes, once she was your brother's best friend, his girl, but now she she is yours. She is your girl.

#april kepner #april kepner x reader #april kepner imagine #jackson avery #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys abc #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy x reader #y/n #fanfics #my writing #requests

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startanewdream · 1 year

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#1 - Cottage, for April AU @jilymicrofics. Theme: Childhood friends AU

Petunia is frowning, looking down the street with contempt. Lily doesn’t understand it.

“Do you want to look around?” She asks.

Petunia shakes her head. “I want to go away! I don’t want to live here!”

Lily throws her a sympathetic look that Petunia ignores; there isn’t anything any of them can do now. Their parents just signed the contract and now the Evans are the owners of a nice cottage in the country.

Lily doesn’t want to say anything, but she is happy with this change. Sure, she will miss their home in London, her school and her friends, but there’s something about this village that looks far more charming; perhaps it’s the old look of the town, one that takes her back to Roman times, or the cottages that seem to have existed there since Shakespeare was a boy, but whatever it is, she could swear that Godric’s Hollow is almost magical—

“There are no other kids here,” Petunia adds, moping. She turns to enter the house. “We will be all alone with old people.”

Lily had always thought her sister fared better with grownups — everyone always commented how proper and well-behaved she was — but she doesn’t answer, Petunia’s concerns reaching her now. There is no school in the village, so they will study in a nearby town—but when they return home, that's it for the day, and Petunia says she is too old to keep company with Lily all the time now…

Perhaps this change wasn’t a good idea after all.

She kicks a stone in the ground, and sits dismayed on the porch in front of her new home. She doesn’t want to be alone—she closes her eyes and imagines all the magic in this small town swirling like a galaxy spiral, wishing that she won’t be alone—

And the universe seemingly answers her, for when Lily opens her eyes, she finds a boy around her age in front of her, looking just as amazed to find her there as she is to see him.

“Hey,” he calls, smiling. “Are you the new neighbours?”

She nods. “We've just moved here.”

“Thank Merlin for that, when Mrs. Bagshot told me a new family was moving, I thought she meant another ancient couple from the time she wrote her book.”

Lily isn’t sure she understands half of what he means. “Ah—my parents are young.”

“Oh, mine aren’t, though Dad says wine tastes better with age.”

“I don’t drink wine.”

“Me neither, it smells funny.”

She blinks. “And I’m ten.”

“Oh.” He frows for a moment, worried. “I’m nine. When is it your birthday?”

“January.”

“So you’ve just turned ten?” Lily nods. “Oh, my birthday is next month, you’re not that much older then.” He throws her a mischievous smile. “We can be friends!”

“I don’t know if I can be friends with someone so young.”

“Oh, it’s just two months—”

She giggles. “I’m joking! You should have seen your face.” He watches her for a moment before breaking into a laugh.

“Okay, you are fun, new neighbour.”

“I have a name, old neighbour. It’s Lily. Lily Evans.”

He smiles broadly. “I’m James. James Potter,” he says, copying her. “Have you gone to the old playground yet?” She shakes her head. “It’s just at the end of the street, can you go?”

Lily looks down the street; as long as she keeps her house in sight, her parents don’t mind her exploring the place. “Yes.”

“Brilliant!” They walk together; James seems to bounce rather than walk, which amuses her. “I almost never go to the playground. Mum gets too tired and it’s stupid to swing alone.”

Her eyes sparkle. “I love swings.”

“Me too! It’s like—” He smiles to himself now. “Like flying.” James steals a glance at her, then he lowers his voice. “Can I share a secret with you? You cannot tell anyone.” She nods. “I can fly.”

Lily thinks about letting go of the swing at the very height of the arc and, instead of falling, flowing into the air, soaring like a fairy.

“Do you want to hear a secret, James?” She asks, just as secretive as him. “So can I.”

#jily microfic #1 - cottage #childhood au #jily #jily fic #april au #700 words

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yanyanderes · 2 years

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YAN!ROTTMNT BROTHERS X READER X YAN!ROTTMNT APRIL

(part 2 to this. also have some art because i like you)

sorry i kinda died for a while, life got pretty busy lol, i’ll answer the asks in my inbox in a sec

as the questions ring in (y/n)’s mind, they don’t notice a figure slowly creeping up to them until a hand is placed on their shoulder.

before they can scream, another hand is already over their mouth, muffling their words.

“hey! it’s just me!”

the familiar voice sends a wave of relief coursing through them. they fling themselves into the girl’s hold, clinging to her jacket.

“april!”

they’ve never been so happy to see her. knowing there was at least one person they could reach out to and trust immediately puts them at ease.

“april, i know it’s hard to believe, but the guys are insane! they’ve been stalking me, pushing my family and friends away from me, they’re trying to kidnap me!”

a look of shock immediately overtakes april’s face, before immediately being replaced with a scowl.

“those guys…”

her voice is just above a whisper, yet her frustration is so clear. she quickly slips her jacket off, immediately wrapping it around (y/n)’s drenched form.

“i’m sorry you had to go through that, (y/n).”

“no, no, it’s not your fault… i’m just grateful you’re here right now.”

a smile makes its way to april’s face as she wraps her arms around (y/n), letting them bury their face in the crook of her neck.

“anytime.”

looking up, april can see the figures of the four brothers; raph, donnie, leo, and mikey, all looking down at her. she sends them a glare before watching them retreat.

things weren’t supposed to end up this way…

“c’mon. i’ll take you to my place. you don’t wanna spend the night out here, do ya?”

despite the hellish night (y/n) had experienced, april is still able to earn a laugh from them.

“yeah… i guess i don’t.”

with a quick pat on the back, april helps them onto their feet before leading them to her apartment, arm wrapped protectively around them.

“you get some rest, alright?”

april pats the sheets of her bed, letting (y/n) use it that night. although hesitant, especially after she had so generously lent them a set of dry, warm clothes, they gratefully accept.

“april… what’re we gonna do? i mean, we can’t exactly tell the police that a bunch of mutant turtle ninjas are stalking me…”

“hey. don’t worry about that.”

april rests a hand over (y/n)’s, slowly rubbing circles against the back of it.

“we’ll deal with that in the morning, after we both get some rest, m’kay?”

“okay… and, again, thank you.”

the girl sits at the bedside the entire time, keeping a firm yet gentle grip on their hand and admiring how their body relaxes under the sheets. (y/n) drifts to sleep, and april lets go of their hand, creeping toward her bedroom door and slowly closing it behind her.

making her way to her window, she opens it, revealing four turtle figures perched on her fire escape. she raises a brow and crosses her arms, clearly waiting for an explanation.

“well?”

“it’s mikey’s fault.”

leo is quick to point to the mentioned brother, who snaps his head over to his direction.

“what?! you said we’d share the blame!”

“nope! it’s all mikey! he’s the one who got caught blocking everyone and spilled all our secrets!”

“i wouldn’t have had to block everyone if (y/n) wasn’t avoiding us, and that never would have happened if you didn’t let it slip that you were behind their friend going missing!”

“you- well- they wouldn’t have been so affected by what i said if they weren’t so paranoid after donnie hinted that he stole their phone!”

“excuse you?! clearly raph is the one at fault, as he’s the one who scared them away from missions, further pushing them away from us and giving us less room for slip ups!”

“you’re blaming me for being mad when they got hurt? what, are you saying you didn’t get mad?!”

“enough!”

april’s yell silences the argument, drawing all the attention back to her. she squeezes her eyes shut and rubs her temples.

“you guys, you know how hard we’ve been working for this! how long we’ve been planning, how much we’ve done for them! and now almost all that work’s down the drain! we’re lucky they still trust me!”

she looks back at the group, and although her voice is harsh, it’s clear that she’s genuinely upset.

“we know, we know, we messed up big time and there’s no taking it back. but we’ve got a plan. we’ve been thinking-”

“a first time for raph-”

raph elbows leo in the side for his quip.

“we’ve been thinking… we might need to take them by force-”

“you wanna kidnap them?!”

april slams her hands against the cill of the window, not believing what she was hearing. realizing how loud she was being, she looks back at her bedroom door. when there are no signs of (y/n) coming out, she leans out the window, her voice quieter yet equally as bewildered.

“you. want. to KIDNAP them??”

“trust me! i know, it sounds wild, but it’s the best thing we can do!”

“even if they no longer wish to associate with us, they still have a target on their back with all the missions we’ve gone on together.”

“and think about it- if they suddenly start walking around without us keeping an eye on them, they’ll be totally vulnerable! whether they like it or not, they need us!”

“please! we can’t let them leave us forever! we need you to help us!”

her gaze flickers from brother to brother as she weighs her options.

if she agrees to help them, she’ll lose all the trust (y/n) had in her. they might even hate her!

but on the other hand, the five of them working together would no doubt ensure their safety. no one else would be able to interact with them in the lair, and once (y/n) gets used to their situation, they won’t have to share them with anyone else!

not to mention, even if she turns down the offer, there’s no guarantee the guys won’t take (y/n) away anyways…

“fine. let’s do it.”

#yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt 2018 #yandere leo #yandere donnie #yandere raph #yandere mikey #yandere april #yandere #don’t really like this as much as part 1 but whatevs #hope you liked it anyways #not sure if i’ll make a part 3 #idk what i’d write if i did #but if something comes to mind or if i like a suggestion i might #oh yeah and this part is ✨also not proofread✨

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symmetricalkazekage · 1 year

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Okay!! I'm finally done. My late entry for March's All 4 1 TMNT Challenge (late by my timezone since it's April 1 already).

See, after reading @m1dnyt3-w0lf 's entry (read here), and fucking sobbed, I could not sit by and let our poor Red banded bara suffer. So I told her I'd write a part 2 to hers, to give us some closure. I'm sorry if it makes zero sense, I wanted to get something out before time was up.

So without further ado, here is that part 2!!

⚠️MENTIONS OF UNALIVE AND BODILY HARM. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION⚠️

It had been several months now since Raphael had his heart stomped on. Ever since then, he had been on a warpath, throwing himself into his patrols and duties; he needed the distraction from Y/N, keep her off his mind. While Leo was taking pride in seeing Raph finally take their job seriously, Donatello could tell he was only doing it as an ulterior motive. However, every time he was asked if he were okay, Raph would always brush it off saying he’s fine; he would avoid any and all confrontation if Y/N’s name was mentioned. He wanted to forget, he wanted out.

However, it was hard. Try as he might, his heart had the tendency to remind him of the agreement, and it would be the most painful reminder. Most of his nights were spent in that secret part of New York’s under belly, pounding out his anger and heartache into the old tiles and concrete, before collapsing to his knees. He fought his tears, but they still fell; and every now and then, if New York was quiet enough, you’d be able to hear the scream of someone who’s heart was breaking into tiny pieces. His pain was becoming unbearable, and his thoughts began to get the better of him.

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Raphael stood atop a tall building somewhere in lower Manhattan, the breeze whipping the tails of his skullcap violently around his face. He was staring out into the streets, but he wasn’t seeing anything; or well, he couldn’t see anything. He was horribly drunk, swaying gently on the ledge. How long had it been now, a year? A whole year since that day, and he had reached his limit. Y/N hadn’t even tried to reach out and properly explain, he knew she didn’t have to, but it would’ve been nice. Just to ease his aching heart, even just a little. But she hadn’t. he tried to follow her, tried to leave little clues that he wanted to talk to her, but they had gone unnoticed. He tried texting, calling, something; nothing, it had all lead to nothing.

The familiar notification sound came from his communicator; his brothers. They had been trying to contact him. Assuming they had found his GPS tracker somewhere back in the lair, but he didn’t want to be found. Eventually, he turned it off, and took a deep breath. Then he felt it; all his pain and anguish, all the suffering, it hit him like a train. He didn’t stop the tears as they fell, he didn’t try to hold back the sob that escaped his throat, he didn’t try to stop the shaking that had overtaken his body. He swayed, and then, he fell.

It was as if time began to slow around him as he fell. He closed his eyes, and the flashes of his life burned into his mind. His childhood, his brothers, Master Splinter, April, defeating Shredder, Casey, defeating the Kraang; everything flashed through, including his agreement. This was it, he was ready to die, to end his own suffering.

“Shit! Are you okay?!”

Raph opened his eyes, he had reached the bottom. A giant pile of garbage bags and boxes had softened his attempt; he felt a stinging in his right arm and his side. He closed his eyes, he didn’t need to look to know that he was bleeding. He was hoping, if he lay there long enough, he might bleed out. He felt taps to his cheek, he had to open his eyes again. Who was this person, and why wouldn’t they leave him alone?

“Hey wake up!” the voice yelled, from the pitch, he figured it was a woman.

He batted her hands away. “Leave me…”

“Okay, we’ve got the biggest gash I’ve seen on your arm and side. I can’t put pressure on both, you’re gonna have to do that part.”

She had shoved some sort of cloth into his hand and practically forced him to keep pressure as he felt her wrap his arm up in something else. His vision was still blurred with tears, and he no longer felt the alcohol in him. He blamed his uberfast metabolism on the fact that he is a mutant with science bullshit that fixes itself. He was half listening to the unknown woman rambling about he she really should have paid more attention in her first aid class on how to tie a tunicate. He really didn’t want to have to deal with someone, so he mustered whatever strength he could and pulled himself from the trash, pushing the young woman aside. Instantly, a sharp pain shot up his left leg; he might've twisted something when he landed. Nothing felt broken so that was good, but he still wanted to be alone so he tired to walk away.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” the woman asked, running and throwing her arms out to prevent him from going further.

“Away from you,” he spat, he didn’t like her tone. He tried to step around her to leave, but she just put her hands on his chest plates.

“Not like that you’re not, you’re pissing blood everywhere!” She yelled.

Now Raph was getting mad, why was this woman in his way, and why was she giving him attitude? When he tried to sidestep again, she just blocked his path again. He was starting to seethe with anger, he just wanted to disappear but this woman was making it very difficult to do that. Just as he was about to yet again try and sidestep, his left leg wobbled and he fell to his knees. He was frustrated now; his attempts failed, he was now injured, no longer feeling the effects of alcohol, and now he couldn’t even get away from this human. Y/N’s face flashed over his eyes once more, and he broke down. He began to sob as the tears left hot trails down his cheeks, his voice barely audible.

He furiously tried to wipe the tears as they fell, but they continued to soak the edges of his mask making it feel heavier on his head. He so desperately wanted to move now, the human was still standing there, watching him too closely for comfort. He had reached for her to try to push her away, but she dodged him easily and stepped forward. He was expecting a lecture from a random stranger, but what he got instead was a soft hug around his neck. The moment had made him freeze, he wasn’t expecting this; was she pitying him, cause he didn’t want that.

“I get it now,” she whispered. “Only the most broken of hearts could make someone do something so silly… I don’t know who did this to you, babe, but I’m so sorry you had to suffer under their hand like this.”

“It’s not you like ya could understand how I feel,” he whispered back harshly.

She laughed softly, “Perhaps,” he felt her arms tighten around him, “but right now, I’m not gonna let you go through this alone. So cry babe, cry and scream. Let it all out, I’ll be right here.”

Raph gritted his teeth as he tried to stop his body from trembling, “I don’t…”

“Shh, it’s okay, I won’t look,” she hushed.

It’s not like he could’ve kept up the walls even if he wanted to, he gripped onto her body with his uninjured arm and let everything out into her chest. His cries echoed of the alley walls, his tears began to soak through her shirt, and he clung to her like a lifeline he didn’t know he needed. In the back of his mind, he had expected her to push him off after a minute, but she stayed, shushing him softly and rubbing comforting circles into the base of his neck. A feeling he didn’t know would help so much.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but he had finally calmed down, his body now gently trembling from the onslaught that was just wreaked upon his heart and soul. And the mystery woman hadn’t moved, she hadn’t even shifted; she still stood there, although her grip had loosened. Raph took a moment to take a deep breath before he tried to stand on shaky legs.

“Thanks,” he croaked, guess all that crying did a number on his throat too.

“I’m not done yet, darling,” she said, tugging on his arm gently. “You’re still injured, so I’m taking you home to patch you up. I’ have a pull-out futon you can crash on too.”

She began to pull Raph along with her as she went around a corner into another alley. He wanted to resist, but his feet followed.

“How do ya know I won’t try and run away,” he tried to joke.

She half laughed, half scoffed at his poor attempt, “You can honestly try, but I’m pretty sure you just expended any energy you just had.” She looked back at him with a smirk before tugging on his hand a bit firmer.

After a minute, they walked up to a large gate with a padlock. She pulled out a key from her pocket and unlocked it with one hand. She pulled him into… a car elevator? She shut the gate and relocked the gate, pocketing the key before pushing a big green button on a panel. The rickety old thing began to move up slowly, going passed two floors before coming to a stop. She opened a second gate and pulled out, making sure she shut the gate behind her.

Raph looked around the space. He was no Donnie, but he guessed that this was a warehouse floor, but it had been renovated into a home, or it was getting there. Room dividers were everywhere, some in the shape of a square with a soft pink light flooding out from over the edges. He let himself be pulled to the pull-out and sat down; he watched the woman disappear into the kitchen behind the counter, then re-emerge with a big green box. She walked back over, and he noticed the box said ‘For Ouchies’ and covered in unicorn and car stickers. She set the box down quietly before opening it and pulling out a bunch of things; he watched her hands set out and organize everything before he remembered something.

“The name’s, Raphael, but everyone calls me Raph,” he muttered quietly, feeling if he spoke any louder he would disturb the silence.

“Lahni,” she smiled at him as she soaked a cloth with an orange liquid before going to clean his arm.

Raph winced slightly as he watched her work, by this point he had stopped bleeding, she was just cleaning dried blood and whatnot. He was always a fast healer, but that didn’t stop him from getting injured a lot more than he wanted. She patched his arm quickly before grabbing a clean cloth and moving to his side, she placed it on the gash and let the liquid soak and seep into the wound before gently swiping it away.

Raph watched Lahni whisper to herself before he turned to stare at the coffee table in front of him. He saw a photo laying face down, and he got curious. He reached for it, and what he saw made him tense solid. In the picture was Lahni… and Y/N. Raph felt his blood boil and bubble up, turning his now steel gaze to the woman hard at work.

“Who’s this…?” he asked in a hard voice. Raph watched her look up, watching her face also turn hard before going back to work.

“My evil sister…” she said coldy.

“Sister?!”

“Hush, child.”

“Explain.”

Lahni placed the last piece of tape over the gauze before standing. “She’s my sister, who cares. I don’t talk to her anymore.”

Raph’s looked faltered.

“What happened…”

“I went to lunch with her, and she was going on and on about this agreement she had with someone.” Lahni sat angrily on the edge of the table and crossed her arms. “This person apparently had no idea about sex or what to do, he asked her for her help. I told her it was a bad idea.”

“Why’d ya say that?” Raph asked.

“Come on, did she really think someone who hadn’t had sex before wouldn’t become attached or even develop any feelings? She’s such an idiot!” Lahni got up and started pacing. “What did she think was gonna happen?! He would be totally okay when she called it off? Ugh! What a fucking idiot!”

Raph watched as Lahni got herself worked up. If she knew that person was him, she would probably instantly change her mind; he was a mutant after all. He continued to listen to her get angry.

“At lunch, she laughed and started belittling him. Saying that he should’ve known better, but she didn’t make any boundaries, or keep things clear! SHE should’ve known better!! You can’t just do that to someone!!”

Raph went to calm her, but the sound of small taps made him freeze.

“Mama?”

They both turned, Raph immediately began shitting bricks. Standing next to where the pink light was coming from was a smaller version of Lahni. She was wearing what he picked as her mom’s shirt, holding a stuffed samurai rabbit rubbing her eyes.

“Ah shit, come here baby,’ Lahni coaxed.

The little girl wandered over, stopping when she saw Raph. He panicked as he picked up a cushion and tried shielding himself from her eyes. She stared at him, but then her eyes got big and she ran up to him.

“Mama! He has ouchies!” she squealed as she stared at the bandages.

Lahni laughed, before sitting back down on the table. “He does, but don’t worry,” she looked up to Raph and smiled, “I fixed him.”

The little girl stared before she climbed up onto the pull-out with him, she handed the rabbit to him and kissed both his injuries. Now, if he could blush, he would be red all over. Lahni laughed hard at his face as he watched the little girl stand up, getting right into his face.

“Don’t worry Mister. My mommy is the best fixer upper. And I have magic kisses, so you’ll be better in zero time.”

She had said it in the most serious tone ever, and Raph was taken aback quite a bit. He looked to Lahni for help, but the woman just kept laughing.

“Miwa, are you gonna introduce yourself?”

The little girl practically shoved her hand into his face, “I’m Miwa, and I’m dis many numbers!” he watched as she tried to hold up three fingers but was coming out as four.

Raph chuckled, before taking her tiny hand and shaking it gently. That night went on with childish stories and giggles, until eventually Miwa fell back to sleep. Every time Lahni tried to move her, Miwa protested, saying she wanted to stay with her new friend. It got to a point where they both gave up, so Lahni grabbed extra pillows and blankets and set up the pull-out for the three of them.

And that was the first night that Raphael had slept without any nightmares.

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A whole year had gone by after that night, a lot had happened. Raph was babysitting Miwa for Lahni while she ducked out to the store, when she had an unexpected and unwanted guest arrive. Y/N. She had walked in expecting to see her sister, but instead found Raph. He had frozen, he didn’t know what to do. But Miwa had stood in front of him telling Y/N to leave, they didn’t want to see her.

Y/N tried and tried to convince her it wasnt nice to talk to her aunty like that, getting closer and closer. He watched her try to reach for Miwa, and something came over him. He grabbed Miwa and pulled her into a protective embrace, and he growled defensively. Y/N tried to explain herself, but she ran out time when Lahni returned.

A screaming war began, Raph turning and covering Miwa’s ears as she huddled close to his chest plates. Y/N left, and Raph finally told her everything. Lahni knew all along, she had figured it out quite early, he always avoided her family pictures that had Y/N in them. But, she didnt want him to relive all the bad memories so she didn’t mention it.

That night, Raphael sat on the couch. It was a more comfortable one he had picked up with his brothers help. After he had explained to them everything that had happened with Y/N, when Lahni found him and even Miwa. He had gotten the lecture of a lifetime from Leo and Splinter, but they were just happy that he was doing okay now. Reiterating that he could rely on them for anything he needed.

However, during his time spent with Lahni and Miwa, his heart decided it’d play matchmaker. Anytime Lahni was close, his heart would skip beats and he’d flush. Any moment spent with Miwa, he’d get this urge to protect by any means. Donnie had said that he’d imprinted on her, if that was even possible in a turtle. Raph didn’t want his heart broken again, but he was willing to take this chance.

Lahni was sitting next to him as they watched TV, Miwa asleep on his lap curled into a ball with her rabbit. Mustering up his courage, Raph put his arm around Lahni and pulled her close to his side; his arm slipping down her back to her waist, effectively pulling her even closer. He had expected her to flinch or stiffen, but she relaxed into him and leant her head on his shoulder.

She scoffed. “Took you long enough.”

Raph chuckled. “Keep you waiting long, then?”

“A little. But I wanted it on your terms.”

Raph smiled. “Hey I wanted to ask you something...”

She turned to him, “What’s up, hun?”

He sighed, “I know, it hasn’t been long... a year isn’t a lot of time... but I really like you...” he looked away from her eyes. “And... I was wondering... if you’d let me, be a part of your family...”

Raph heard Lahni gasp, he panicked so he continued. “I can’t really see myself without you now, you’ve made an impact on me...” he looked down at the little girl in his lap “and so has Miwa. And I wanted to know... if it’d be too much to ask ya...”

He hesitated, but her hand on his knee made him finish in a rush. “IWASWONDERINGIFYOU’DLETMEBEMIWA’SDAD!”

He squeezed his eyes shut, expecting her to reject him. But his eyes shot open when he felt Lahni kiss his knuckles.

“You know, I’d been thinking the same thing. But I wanted you to make that decision first, babe.”

Raphael’s smile couldn’t grow any wider as he pulled Lahni into a feverish but loving kiss, which she returned with just as much love.

When they broke, he laughed out of breath.

“I’m new to all this though... can you show me where to start?”

Lahni smiled at him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles bayverse #tmnt bayverse #tmnt fic #tmnt fanfic #tmnt raphael #tmnt all 4 1 #tmnt all 4 1 challenge #repair the hurt from the angst #part 2 #soft raphie warm raphie little ball of emotions

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literary-corvid · 6 months

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I am a patchwork quilt of everyone I've ever loved

I’ve always been drawn to flowers. I could never remember why, even when I named myself after one. (My first ever friend was called Rosie. I was always envious - how full of life she seemed to be!)

I feel a faint sense of dread when I go to clasp a necklace. Only sometimes does my conscious mind drift to her, and it is only then that I wonder if she ever took hers off. I never consider that she was lying. If it wasn’t the glue around that clasp, it was something else that stayed like a noose around her neck.

I wear my watch on my right wrist. I am not left-handed, but the sister who put her watch on my hand when I was three was. It was blue and plastic and cheap but it became mine. She beamed at me: now I’ll always be able to tell you the time! I didn’t bother to learn how to read its analog face for the longest time. I had a reason to keep asking her that way.

I stumble on a word I haven’t memorized, or I teach a younger student how to pronounce that letter combination, and suddenly I am in primary, sitting on a white rug as my second sister gently sounds out the words in front of us. My parents beam at me that night as I say a new word right, and I proudly tell them how my sister taught me. It was all her, I would say. Look how Good I must be for her to love me.

A scar graces my left knee. It looks old and worn, like nothing, but sometimes I see her fingerprint there, as if the gloves she wore when mopping up my blood had vanished. She told me later, when she poured the disinfectant on two instead of three, that it would fade, that someday I would forget. I’m glad she was wrong. I sent her a message a few years ago, and never heard back. But I see her profile sometimes, and how she sees my stories. We grew apart. I’m trying to learn that that’s okay, but I still wonder if she ever misses me. I see her out of the corner of my eye when my knee throbs with a dull, faint pain. I miss her, but at least her fingerprint remains.

On my thirteenth birthday, and for many birthdays after, an alarm on my phone would go off, reminding me to go train dolphins with a sister. I deleted it years ago. I regret it every time it never rings.

I’ve always remembered when Earth Day is. My schools have always made a day of it. But now, on April 22nd, I think not of the earth, but of my twin flame. On that day, I give my thanks to the earth, for I was born of her, but I spend my life loving her. For a year, I was coaxed with sickly sweet words away from her; away from everyone. When I was back, there was no question of if she would welcome me, even through my guilt. She is the one who stayed by me, helped me up, loved me. Who keeps loving me, as I keep loving her.

I prick my finger as I sew, and each time I remember how she would chastise me, reminding me to wear a thimble. And each time, I smile and say I’m fine. I understand better, though, when she cuts herself on the tape dispenser and I carefully tear tape for her the rest of the year.

When I sew on the machine, though, I never feel quite sure of myself. It goes to fast, faster than I can think, with more strength than I am sure of. So when I inevitably fuck up, I smile, remembering her laugh as she pretends to groan at how long it will take to undo, thank god I know better than to start with a backstitch. I know that she is reminding me that it can be undone, no matter how tedious. Stitch by stitch, I fix what I’ve ruined.

I tell people I love them so easily. Anyone who changes my life, even in the smallest of ways, I cannot bear the thought of them not knowing. They say to live each day like it's your last, but they're wrong, it's not you that matters: live each day like it's their last. Loving in secret is a special torment when the guilt feels crushing. I never told him. I never can. I hope he knew, I’m sure he knew how much he was loved. Right? He knew? Tell me he knew. Please.

I go shopping, and absentmindedly look for the good apples - the ones that crunch, that tear sharply, that are just perfectly sweet or bitter. Sometimes I don’t realize until I get home and have apples I probably won’t eat. I offer them to my friends instead, because my partner is states away. They laugh when I send them the pictures, though, and tell me to eat one in their honor. I do.

There are some things I can’t see without itching to gift. Penguins and owls and squirrels and bird and those godforsaken minions and coffee and turtles and irises and this one shade of blue– I’ve left with glass hummingbirds in my pocket before realizing I have no one to give it to.

I’m not in tears over my homework, but I would be if I were alone. Instead, it hits 10:00pm - 22:00, just for them - and it’s done. It’s over and I can’t go back and they're asking for my three favorite candies and I’m thrown because I want to sob - with relief or stress, I’m not sure - but they say they’re going to get me some. Because they’re proud of me. Like it’s obvious. And when they learn I’ve never had any chocolate candy, they come back with a handful. I split the KitKat and hand them half and they watch me, some mix of delight and horror in their eyes, as they halve the Twix and Milky Way and York for us to share. I’m laughing at an irony they don’t see; it blends into every other joy here. So this is it, I think. This is what it’s like.

I keep thinking about the things I do and the parts of me that aren't as much me as they are them or us. I love carrying those people with me, mostly. There's things from friends who've died, and it hurts sometimes. I hope it stays with me, though - the grief, the pain. I don't want it to get easier because I don't want to forget them. I don't think I've actually dealt with anything that happened in the last six years, give or take? And it's all been hitting at once for the past year-ish. So, this is for the friends who are gone or lost to me, and to those who still let me love them.

I've had no less than three interactions that prompted me to actually post this within the last 24 hours, so thanks to @firefliesandfuckery and @judas-redeemed and @vanilla-cigarillos and everyone else for that!

#corvid waxes poetic #prose poem #prose #poetry #humanity <3 #on love #did i stay up until 3am writing this #thats for me to know and you to not find out #grief #tw blood

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ncisfranchise-source · 30 days

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“Maybe he didn’t have a good time, but I had a good time,” NCIS: Hawai’i star Alex Tarrant says of his character, Kai, in the next episode.

“Operation Red Rabbit,” airing on April 1, sees Sam (LL Cool J) recruit Kai to be his wingman—in training. As you can see in TV Insider’s exclusive sneak peek above, Sam’s taking it seriously. Kai’s … trying to recover. Also in the episode, when the fiancée of a vanished naval officer seeks the help of NCIS, the team reveals his secrets go much deeper than she suspected.

Below, Tarrant previews Kai and Sam’s dynamic and teases what’s ahead.

Talk about the training that Sam’s putting in Kai through and their dynamic, because I really do like it.

Alex Tarrant: The Devil Dash is coming up, and I believe that Kai mentions something about missing the days of the intense grueling training that they went through while they were in the Marines. And because of that, they took a little trip down memory lane. Todd’s character, Sam Hanna, can definitely keep up, but Kai’s definitely struggling this episode.

Talk about work with LL COOL J on that.

It was our first time really getting to properly work together. He’s an amazing guy, extremely professional. There’s a big reason why he’s lasted inside this industry for so long. He’s a legend in all senses, and I just feel so grateful to be working with him. I’m learning a lot from him as I go, especially about how to better hold myself as a person within this industry.

Why does Kai put himself through all this training and go along with everything Sam says—even the food?

Sam, it’s interesting. His life is in parallel with his character. A lot of us on set look up to him as an actor. And I guess Kai definitely looks up to Sam Hanna in terms of what he’s gone through with NCIS and his awesome stories that he tells, and he’s become a legend within that NCIS department. And so I think Kai’s just really wanting to impress him—and I think he’s really paying for it.

CBS

Kai is in a relationship now with Camille (Peyton List). Is that something that’s going to last? How is Kai feeling about that?

We’ll see. It’s a really interesting relationship, something that I feel like was only able to develop within the really odd circumstances of being in a war zone and being trapped together. And I guess through that—I always think about this. We meet a lot of people at our best, but sometimes the journey with someone lasts longer when we meet each other at the worst of times, and so I think that’s a really interesting thing that’s going on between those two.

How much more are we going to see of that?

I hope more.

Are we going to see her again?

So far she hasn’t been back for Season 3, but there’s always potential in later seasons, if we’re lucky enough.

I have to say something I enjoyed is the Kai and Kate (Tori Anderson) friendship we got in the premiere and Lucy’s (Yasmine Al-Bustami) reaction to that. Are we going to see more of that friendship this season?

Yeah, I hope so. There’s definitely more potential for that, for those relationships to grow. But so far, they’ve definitely kept it about business and they’re definitely sharing the relationships between how Sam Hanna relates to each and every character, and I think that’s really, really important. But hopefully along the way we get to strengthen and expand on that relationship between Kai and Whistler.

NCIS: LA‘s Daniela Ruah came in to direct an upcoming episode. Talk about working with her as a director?

Daniela’s fantastic. She’s an actor’s director. She’s been through it. It’s really amazing watching her do the action because she knows it herself. We’ve done three seasons trying to figure out what it is to arrest someone and keep an eye out on everything else that’s going on. But when I see Daniela do it and talk us through it and walk us through it, it just comes so naturally to her, and I can’t wait for that day where it becomes natural for me.

What can you preview about that episode?

We go into the forest and search for a killer who is slowly picking off members of this elite Marine team.

#ncis hawaii #interview

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A MuTON of Problems

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4

Chapter 4: Friendship Soup

Donnie was quick to gather supplies, his brothers had their own fair share of sick days so he was more than a little experienced on the matter. Donatello wasn’t the greatest at ‘being nice’ to those who were sick but for some reason, he hated the idea that you were suffering, especially because he could do something to ease your discomfort. He knew comfort would be your number one wish and had already prepared to hug you if you needed that form of consolation. His duffle bag was packed and he poked his head into the kitchen, empty…perfect scenario, he tiptoed into the kitchen and slowly pulled a thermos full of Michelangelo’s world-famous Get Well Soon Soup. Hopefully, he wouldn’t miss the thermos too much but he would have to make do. Donnie could always engineer a better one once you were better and-

“Donatello, what are you doing with my soup?”

FUCK.

“I simply do not know what you mean. I’m not holding any soup dearest, yet youngest, brother.” He scoffed raising an eyebrow and hiding the soup behind his back, sweat beading on his brow.

He was such a terrible liar and Mikey could see right through him, as always.

“Right sure.” Mikey mused, “and where are you taking all of your ‘I’m sick’ supplies to?”

“April’s.”

“That’s a lie.”

“As if you know that I’m lying-” He tried to salvage this dumpster fire but his brother not so subtly cut him off.

“You have a tell. Your eyes shift to the left and you purse your lips. You’re lying, is it for your girlfriend?”

“WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU SPEWING?!” Donnie shrieked unable to hide his inflamed cheeks from his brother, “It's…she’s just a friend.”

“AH-HA! So there is someone. Well in that case I’m gonna join you.”

“Scoff. She’s sick. You’re not coming-”

“That’s not soup in your hand. You want my soup I meet this mystery girl.”

Donatello blanched, “What’s…in here then?” he held it at arm's length suddenly,

“I don’t know Leo found it in the hidden city and tried to make a meal out of it.”

“Oh gross.” He dropped the thermos as it burned him, “Fine. You come and make her soup. Deal?”

“Deal!” Mikey squealed latching onto Donnie’s arm with a loud laugh, meanwhile, Donnie only pouted.

Another day spent with you was going to be ruined. It seemed like every single one of his brothers had an infatuation with you, would Mikey be the exception? Statistically, the odds weren’t in Donatello’s favor, but then again they never are. “You cannot tell Raph and Leo about her,” Donnie said seriously as they stood in the alleyway next to your apartment, Mikey only looked at him funny.

“Er why?”

Donnie was silent slowly blinking at Mikey as he gasped out loud pressing his hands to his cheeks. “Ohmigosh! So she?” Donatello winced nodding slightly, “and they both-” Donnie cleared his throat once more, “YOU ALL HAVE A CRUSH ON THE SAME GIRL!”

“Volume ‘Angelo!” Donatello snapped pressing his fingers to the bridge of his snout, “Look it’s not ideal. But so long as they never see her ever again everything will be fine.”

“Ya’ know for the smartest one of all four of us you can be pretty stupid.” Mikey sighed tapping his foot on the ground and Donnie looked back at him completely horrified at the comment, “They’re gonna find out Dee.”

“Yes but hopefully after all their nonsense crushes have faded into nothing and I can reintroduce her to them as…as you know…” Donnie tapped his fingers together shyly, and Mikey gave him a borderline sympathetic look.

“They’re always gonna remember their dream girl.” Mikey rubbed the back of Donnie’s battle shell, “You gotta tell them, plus it’s only fair you let her choose too, she’s met all of you after all. Have you even offered to reintroduce her to all of us?”

“No.”

“Deedee.”

“What? Is me keeping her my secret so wrong?”

“I’m not dignifying that with a response.” He narrowed his eyes and Donnie withered, how was his little brother being so emotionally mature right now while he was whining like a baby? This wasn’t becoming of a grown mutant at all but even still, he was selfish, he barely wanted to introduce you to Mikey. “Look if it makes you feel better I can guarantee I won’t fall in love with her.”

“You haven’t seen her yet, or met her. Don’t count your theoretical chickens before they theoretically hatch.”

“Whatever you say.” Mikey rolled his eyes, “what floor?”

The two mutants found the window to your room rather easily, the lights were dim as the brothers slipped inside. You had made it a habit to leave the window unlocked for Donnie’s impromptu visits over the months you’ve known him. Donnie’s eyes softened seeing you not in bed while the bathroom light was on and glowing.

“Oh, poor thing…” Mikey whispered with a frown, Donatello stepped forward and knocked gently on the door.

“(Y/n)? It’s Donnie, I brought my brother to make you some soup…” His voice was gentle, and Mikey had to admit he was taken aback. Not once had he heard his brother use such a soft tone when talking to someone who was sick, in fact, he doesn’t think he’s ever heard Donnie speak so softly at all.

“You’re brother?”

Oh, the poor thing sounded exhausted.

“Michelangelo, the youngest, pronouns he/they, he’s the artist I told you about.”

Aw! Mikey wanted to coo, Donnie talks about him.

“...okay hold on…” Donatello stood away from the bathroom door, it opened and Mikey let out a sad sound. You were all wrapped up in an orange blanket, slippers on your feet and the saddest look Micheal has ever seen on a person ever.

“Hi,” You smiled sleepily offering a gentle wave, “usually I’d offer food and drinks but I’m incapacitated at the moment.”

“Oh, no worries at all!” They were quick to shake their head, “I’m here to make you feel better after all, my soup is a cure-all to any illness!”

“It cures hangovers too?” You teased a spark of light appearing in your eyes, there it was, that’s what Dr. Feelings liked to see.

“Absolutely. Don just needs to go grab some ingredients we didn’t have at the base. Is it okay if I stay with you? He’s the only one with a nano-cloaking broach.”

“Hmhm…it’s fine. Sorry if I’m bad company.” You gave his brother a weary smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, Mikey tutted slightly seeing the bags under your eyes.

“You won’t be,” He looked over at his brother and nodded as if to say I got her covered. Donatello sighed softly gently nudging his forehead against your own, a soft reassuring noise came from his throat, one he wasn’t entirely prepared to make in front of Mikey.

“I’ll be back in a few. Listen to Mikey he’s a lot more useful at this feel-better stuff than me.”

“Yes sir,” You teased softly knocking your forehead back against his, he churred softly under his breath. “Come back soon though okay? Please?” You whispered eyes wide and pleading, Donnie couldn’t say no to that face so he just nodded before disappearing out the window. Michelangelo turned to you with a smile, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as usual,

“Let’s get you off the floor and into your bed how’s that sound?”

“Like heaven,” You smiled back at him, “sorry for being such a mess.”

“No apologies necessary,” Mikey gently patted your back before helping you to your feet. You were a little unsteady and he flushed a little as you put more of your body weight against him. Mikey was never all that interested in dating, sure he found people physically attractive, males, females, and those unidentified he didn’t have a preference for. However, even still he had no experience with anyone of the opposite sex other than April, Casey, and Sunita, and he didn’t want to date people he considered his big sisters. Yet the closeness left him feeling exposed, embarrassed, and a little flustered. He was only slightly taller than you but was able to wrap his arms around your shoulders comfortably. Mikey led you to your bed and wrapped you up under the covers, you smiled softly,

“Now I see where Donnie got his attentiveness from.”

“Are we talking about the same Donatello?” Mikey snorted sitting on the edge of your bed crossing his legs so he was sitting criss-cross applesauce, “Cause Dee’s anything but attentive.” You let out a little hum,

“I can see why you’d say that but I disagree. Sure, he can be stubborn and a bit of an asshole sometimes but he’s sweet in his own way.” Micheal listened intently his eyes sparkling at the praise his older brother was receiving. “He always checks in and makes sure I’m safe or that I get home safe if I’m walking home from classes. Even bringing you to me, it’s his way of being attentive and making sure I’m safe.” Michelangelo watched your cheeks flush and you smile shyly, “he’s thoughtful in his own way, the Donatello way.”

“The Donatello way. I like the sound of that!” Mikey beamed brightly, “You know…I’m gonna tell him you said that.”

“No Mikey don’t!” You whined, “he’s gonna be so mad at me!”

“Too bad you’re gonna be my future sister-in-law I get to tease you both.” “E-excuse me? Mikey! Is Donatello telling people we’re dating?”

Mikey grew flustered waving his hands out in front of him, “No! No, he’s not! I promise, I thought-I mean he never stops talking about you I thought maybe it was a secret. I could’ve kept it-”

“No, no I mean Donnie’s fantastic and lovely but…I…” You swallowed blinking slowly, looking over at Mikey nervously, “I’m single and with school, I don’t know if I can focus on a relationship right now. Plus…” You puffed out your cheeks slightly, “There’s…others…”

“Others?” Mikey’s jaw dropped astonished, heart clenching for Donnie, anger bubbling under his skin. “Yokai or human?”

You blinked a few times, tilting your head to the side, “Donnie expressed that Leo and Raph wanted to go out with me. I just…if I was in the position to date I’d want to give them a chance too. Y’know…” You spoke quietly, “but” Mikey watched you swallow thickly, “I don’t want to hurt any of them. Even if I don’t know Leo and Raph yet I don’t know if I’ll be able to break their hearts. Especially not Donatello’s…he’s acting like they are already in love with me. But how can that be?” Your brow furrowed, “They met me once.”

“So?”

“So what? You can’t fall in love with someone after just meeting them Mikey that’s unrealistic.”

“I don’t think so. It’s over-romanticized sure, but in some cases, it can be true. Plus why do you have to choose just one? I could never if I had this many suitors.” He leaned on his knees, “you could always ask them their thoughts on the idea.”

“Humans aren’t exactly the most accepting of that idea.”

“Good thing we’re part human part Yokai.”

“You are just trying to set me up with all your brothers.”

“And me too.” He teased eyes crinkling with delight as you shoved him, “what?~”

“You just met me, you know nothing about me.” You pointed out, “you could hate me.”

“Me and Hate aren’t synonyms, I’m a lover, not a fighter...in the ways that matter at least.” He declared with a smile, “plus you’re like a total smoke show.” He beamed watching your cheeks flush dark red diving under the covers to hide your face. “Don’t get all flustered on me now!” he laughed gripping the covers you were using to protect your face and trying to pull them down. He heard you make a sound of protest desperately trying to keep the covers in front of your flustered face, he laughed in delight pinning you to the bed successfully removing the blanket from your grasp. His hands were resting on your shoulders a childish grin on his face as you looked up at him from underneath your eyelashes. He paused, hands tightening briefly on your shoulders. You gasped softly at the sensation and Mikey’s entire face turned a dark red against his skin lightening up like it was wildfire. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest as he stared down at your form, a small smile on your face.

“You’re pretty funny Angelo. I don’t know why Donnie was keeping you from me.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why either…” Mikey lied, his voice was quiet knowing the full reason as to why Donatello didn’t let you meet any of his brothers. He was afraid they’d fall in love with you and here he was doing the exact thing Donatello feared. You laughed fondly as Mikey let out a low churr his jaw aching softly, the sudden urge to nuzzle and nip at the skin on your face and neck.

“Michelangelo.” Donnie’s voice grunted from where he was sitting on the window sill officially snapping him out of his daze, his brother was calm. Too calm. Which meant he was pissed, Mikey let out a squeak pulling away and slamming against the metal bedframe with a clang. Donnie stepped into the room and you turned to face him a smile on your face,

“Hey, Dee-Dee.” You reached your hand out towards him, Donnie huffed but approached gently taking your hand within his and squeezing it.

“How’re you feeling?” He raised an eyebrow, “Mikey not being too much?”

“Nah he’s fine. Helping me feel a lot better actually I don’t have a headache anymore.”

“Good I’m glad.” He moved to gently nudge his forehead against your own, he churred softly and you hummed. Mikey shrunk in a little hiding into his shell his fingers awkwardly tapping together uncomfortably. Donnie used his battle shell to toss a grocery bag full of ingredients his way, “There’s enough for three Mikey. Scouted out the rest of the apartment on the way in, your roommates aren’t home right?”

“No they’re not…how exactly did you scout that out?” You raised a brow, “Wait shut up. Our security cameras, Dee you didn’t.”

“They were too tempting not to hack into. I’ll get you some better ones courtesy of my tech, you’re welcome a thanks is very much appreciated.”

“Thank you, you’re amazing.”

Mikey watched his brother's face turn a thousand shades of red at the compliment, he did always like genuine praise when it came to compliments on his inventions. Oh jeez his brother really had it bad, he watched you sit up and Donnie place his head on your thighs as you rubbed his head tenderly. Well…it’s now or never.

“(Y/n) and I were talking about dating.”

“Oh?” His voice was clipped turning to face Mikey, his head to face his brother, a poorly drawn eyebrow raised in annoyance. Michelangelo nodded pulling out the ingredients to get a look at what Donatello bought for the soup. “Do tell me all your thoughts and feelings about it, the sarcasm in my tone should be noted.”

“Well, we mentioned how all our brothers have a huge crush on her.”

“Mikey!” Donnie hissed looking up at you fear eating away at his heart and all you offered was a shy smile.

“It’s okay Dee,” You spoke tenderly, “Is this why you don’t want me to meet them?”

“Dramatic sigh.” Donnie groaned pulling away from you, “It has something to do with it yes. You don’t know how my brothers can be, Mikey’s the only exception. Raph and Leo, mostly Leo, are great but…they’ll draw your attention away-”

“Aw, Donatello! Never!” You cooed grabbing his cheeks with your hands, “You’ll always be my number one!”

‘Oh god, she’s just as hopeless as he is-’

“Ah. Yes of course our friendship will prevail throughout all.” Donnie sputtered nodding in agreement and Mikey wanted to knock some sense into the both of them. “You rest up, I’ll help Micheal get set up in your kitchen.”

“You sure I can go with you-”

“Nonsense it’s our turn to spoil you!” Mikey chirped happily, “Let’s go, Donatello!” Mikey practically tugged his brother out of your room despite his protests of Mikey touching him. As they both walked towards the kitchen both Mikey and Donnie took in the decor around them. Picture frames littered the walls of three girls throughout their college lives as some pictures of their families. Nothing with your family, which Donatello took note of and Mikey was oblivious to. Little trinkets littered the table tops a combination of all their interests, all organized in their own special ways. Donnie would softly point out to Mikey which ones he knew for sure were yours, things like little crystals and shiny pebbles you found on the streets of New York claiming they were good luck charms. Both their breaths hitched seeing a small tank in the living room upon closer inspection it seemed to be a tiny spotted turtle sitting pleasantly under a heat lamp. There was a tiny name plaque in front of it as well as a few pieces of clothing crudely drawn on the tank with a sharpie. From a certain angle, it looked like ‘Finn’ was wearing a top hat.

“Unsure how I feel about this development.”

“I think it’s cute!” Mikey cooed wiggling his finger at the glass, the turtle slowly blinked at the both of them before slowly sinking into his shell. “Aw…”

“Let’s continue on Michelangelo I cannot believe I have a secret fifth turtle to compete with.” Mikey laughed as they walked into the kitchen both of them glanced at each other for a moment staring in silence. Mikey swallowed thickly before approaching the subject that has been on his mind for an hour now,

“Don?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m in love with her.”

“I know Micheal.”

“Sorry?”

“It’s okay Micheal.”

“You look like you wanna dissect me…Don? Donatello? Brother? PUT THE KNIFE AWAY! HEAR ME OUT!”

“Two minutes.”

“Two! But Dee!”

“One minute and 58 seconds.”

“So I gave her some advice right?” Mikey said in a hurry, “I suggest that she meet all of us and then choose or not choose any of us! Or better yet choose us all!”

“What are you talking about?” He cocked an eyebrow,

“Well…I told her I wouldn’t mind dating her even if like you all were dating her too.” He explained with a little hum, “As long as we keep the weird shit to ourselves I don’t see why we can’t all be happy together.”

“You offered her up to some weird brother polyamory! No not even, a Harem?!” Donatello practically shrieked, “How did she not kick you out for that?”

“Cause she was considering it Dee. We can all be happy!” Mikey’s eyes twinkled in delight, “why don’t we let her meet them and give this a shot!” He clapped his hands, “If you don’t like it it’s okay…but I’m not gonna step aside.” They winked, “You’ll have to fight me for her.”

The look Donatello gave him was downright acidic, “Seriously? I knew her first. You’re saying if I don’t participate in this I lose? This is a lose-lose for me!”

“If you’re not comfortable Donnie you shouldn’t put yourself in that position.” Michelangelo spoke softly, “But at least talk to her first maybe I read the situation incorrectly. But you can’t keep her hidden from Leo and Raph for the rest of our lives. It’s not fair to them.”

Donatello was silent for a few moments, brows furrowed in thought, hands tapping on his thighs. “Fine, but I get to talk to her first,” Donnie sighed softly, “Then I’ll invite the rest of you over to meet her.”

“Deal.”

“Now can you please make her the soup that was promised?”

“Of course, I can dearest brother.”

#tmnt x you #tmnt x y/n #tmnt #tmnt x reader #rottmnt fluff #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt x y/n #rise of the tmnt x you #rise of the tmnt x reader #rise of the tmnt #donatello x reader #leonardo x reader #raph x reader #michelangelo x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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CosmicLuve.com Sept 2022 - Hope

2022 Cosmic Luve posts:

Sentientism 2022

Cosmic Love Feb 2020 - Emma Watson

Cosmic Love April 2022: Cary Charlotte or Mary

Cosmic Love June 2022 - Curtis Atwood’s Visions

Cosmic Love May 2022 - Starlight

Cosmic Luve July 2022 - Smoke Blunts Response Treatise

Cosmic Luve Aug 2022 - Coast

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This is a very pivotal cosmic luve post were the communication was focused on Emma Watson’s new paradox refillable perfume release. I called it hope because that’s what this cosmic luve communication has brought me. Other themes include asking for permission and asking ‘do you care?’ Before we go into the similarities and why this is pivotal cosmic luve I’ll give an update since last post and give a breif outline of the theory. If you want more posts that are academic and sociological check out American Inequality 2022, The Psycho Consumption Cage 2021, Dark Racism, or check out 2021’s blog navigation post.

It seems like we’re picking up right were we left off from last month’s cosmic luve post (coast) because I have “paradox” as a lyric in my song “Vibe on the Wave” which was featured in last months post as a track that is similar to Hailee Steinfeld’s “Coast.” It seems like a roads lead and point to Emma.

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To summarize, the theory is that the Earth is conscious through it’s internal dynamo and magnetism which gives it access to your mind, as I talk about in my book “108 The Story of Discovering Earth’s Consciousness” where I cite Dr. Micheal Persinger’s “No More Secrets” Experiments. How would the Earth Communicate? We explore the belief the Earth is communicating through Sentientism which basically states the Earth is communicating through trance (through drugs or rituals) or cosmic randonauting and ‘points of realization.’ Basically the Earth makes you have deja vu or epiphanies about things by highlighting cognition in conjuction with your environment. It seems if she would communicate she would do it through communications of love, like scientists interfering with a birds mating dance.

For more details on this theory from Yummi Yetti’s perspective read the Cosmic Luve July 2022 - Smoke Blunts Response Treatise post. But Yummi Yetti is saying the Sun might take a long time to talk if you check out this TikTok of him hypothesising on how the stars communicate. This is important because one of the theme’s from this month’s log is me wondering if the Sun is asking for permission.

I haven’t wrote poetry in a long time but a couple week back, right before Emma released paradox I wrote a poem where I cried in what I can only describe as a shaman channeling the sun, which is what it’s about. You can see me recite the poem in this casual live about the notes from writing this post. I will leave the written version at the end.

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Now, to get into the coincidences, I published “Hey Emma” on April 15 Emma Watson‘s birthday and Emma launched her New Prada fragrance on my birthday August 22nd. It made me feel very happy, special, and seen by Ms. Watson. The truth is though, these coincidences happen all the time and I need something more direct to act. Still it gives me hope.

This made me think about my lyrics “Hope is a paradox, tell me do you care or not?” from my second release “Vibe on the Wave.” This connected lyric of “do you care or not” is also similar this August’s release “Talk to me” (which is about Emma) where I rap “Tell me what you scared of. Tell me should I care, just, tell me should I give up. Tell me is it real love?” So there seems to be a focus on hope as a paradox and asking if you care.

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To be clear, hope is a paradox because you need it to motivate yourself to keep going. Especially in the most deperate of times, when nothing is going your way, all you have is hope. But it’s also a paradox because you have to make sure you are not hoping for the impossible. In that same way hope is a paradox bringing us out of the depth of despair but also making us hold onto nothing but the promise of pain, nothing, and failure.

The sun and asking for permission semantics came through first with Emma’s behind the scenes video to her directing debut for Paradox where Emma says “I had to give myself permission” to ask to direct. I want to say that is a semantic cosmic luve communication and Emma is giving me permission to pursue her romantically, but that’s just wishful and schizophrenic thinking.

What makes me think this is a communication from the sun is along with a couple other sun related semantics that I’ll get into, Emma posted a circular artwork on her instagram that semantically reminds me of a sun. In the last month there has also been a new series called “Found” on Hulu who’s cover art I think is semantics pointing to the sun.

Before I go into more semantic of permission I actually think many people would be effected by the sun trying to communicate. It would come forth like cryptomnesia but instead of previously remembering it, it would be a thought given to you by Gaia, Blue, or the Sun. For a deeper understanding watch Yummi Yetti’s quick Tiktok on how the sun would likely communicate. This could be evidence of the sun trying to communicate like yummi yeti described, maybe a sentence takes a week so it’s really a feeling and for the most part we act out local atmospheric and celestial vibes without understanding it’s even affecting us. The result is a semantic communication that is overlooked but resonates within our collective conscious.

Keeping up with other cosmic luves. Selena Gomez just dropped a song called “Calm Down.” The song reminds me of my soon to be released song “Just Like You.” In “Calm Down” she sings “Don't you ask, you know you're allowed, allowed,” seemingly giving permission. Selena is saying she can’t promise she’ll stay, consistent with the narrative from her (third) verse in my song cosmic love 2022. The song also has the lyrics “I see this fine girl, for my party, she wear yellow.” This is significant because Emma Watson is the girl in yellow for me. I talk about his in the Feburary 2020 Emma Watson Cosmic Love post.

It’s worth mentioning that in a since deleted post from (probably) 2017 called “The Situation,” I talk about how the music industry was reflecting me and I remember one of the semantic being that the girl in Yellow from Charlie Puth’s “How Long” was (Selena pointing to) Emma Watson. It’s also worth mentioning that when it came out I thought Taylor Swift’s “Calm Down” was cosmic luve about me too.

Basically, Selena and Hailee have been acting as a vessel that leads me to Emma and ultimately Gaia. And by that I mean the cosmic luve semantics point to Emma. I’m also getting the vibe that, in this case, Hailee, Emma, and Selena represent the past, present, and future respectively.

Besides the rhetoric from my cosmic luves about permission I have been trying to get permission from Marcus Lemonis for months. Basically I have a song based on Marcus Lemonis’s business philosophy called “the three p’s” from his show “The Profit.” I have been emailing him and messaging him on twitter for months to years with no response.

Basically I really need his permission and a picture for the song, and I also wanna know if he wants to sponsor a music video or would invest in a project. I have been thinking about this for years. Basically I want to meet him, so I’ve been thinking I would get couch surfers and hang out in the town he lives with the hopes of getting to know the locals and his employees to get him to respond. I basically don’t know how to approach him so he’s not offended, will hear me out, and potentially say yes.

So I’ve been thinking about this and then I saw Emma’s picture, where she doesn’t have make up on and you can see lines on her face with a pixie cut, and I though of Marcus’s wife Bobbi. It seems like the semantic are pointing me to try and get ahold of and ask permission from Bobbi.

This is only difficult and an issue because I don’t have the money to travel. Of course if I had the money I wouldn’t be chasing Marcus, I would be chasing Emma. I would probably be in England trying to meet Emma but I don’t have the money. I’m trying to get to Marcus for a business deal so I can get the money to chase her.

To conclude, like the Charlie Puth lady in yellow picture, it’s worth mentioning that a local cosmic luve sent me a picture that made me laugh on my birthday. Yes I have local cosmic luves, but I just don’t talk about them because their not public figures like Hailee, Selena, or Emma. However, I want to explain the coincidence real quick because Gaia has basically been building off previous semantic and also interjected in this month’s evidence.

I have since deleted the post but when I was in the throes of my schizophrenia I essentially said (in a treaetise about Hailee) that Hailee Steinfeld was semantically representing R. Miller in her song “Most Girls” specifically at 1:49. I dismissed this because I was severely mentally ill until I wanted to contact Master P. Basically I like Master P as a businessman and want to do business with him so I looked up his real name. Turn out his name is Percy Robert Miller. I immediately thought of R. Miller.

If that wasn’t enough, and tying in with the theme and coincidences, Miller recently featured a picture on her social media of a beautiful sunflower. R Miller is a friend and I asked if she wanted to be tagged and a picture of her sunflower picture but she hasn’t responded. With the theme I wanted to ask for permission especially because I think her instagram is private. But keeping with the coincidences, another Michigan female influencer (Megan from Detriot) I follow went to a sunflower festival. And I came across this message about bugs in food featuring a sunflower.

Some other tid bits. “Get a job” is trending from Games We Play, which he has been all on TikTok promoting the song. This came out the same time I quit my job. I decided to “coast” because I’m a year ahead on releases and the song is about quitting your job to work on your music career. Beyonce also has lyrics about quitting your job in her new “Renaissance” album which recently came out.

So basically we have permission or need it. The question now seems to be “do you care?” The “Vibe on the Wave” hook that is similar to Hailee Steinfeld coast is overshadowed and pointing to paradox and by that I mean I hope. Hope coming in the form of Emma‘s product release on my birthday with a theme of the sun, asking for permission, and the throwback lady in yellow.

To end I’ll ask this question. What’s crazier? Someone contacting you because they love you and have something to offer? Or Having a blog that with with your theory about your love for them and never have tried to contact them? I try to contact my cosmic luve’s and the people I talk about here because I think it’s kinda hollow unless I try.

Until next time. Consider leaving a tip if you like this. Thanks for reading.

Sun poem

I am you I made you When they say “you’re bright,” “you’re glowing”, or “you’re radiant” you can best be assured you got that from me

And I tell you this because I love you like the stars love rain Like the earths vibration through you I feel and share myself

Like the elements of my dead body combine to be the coalescence of life Then gave birth to the very carbon lifeforms that can understand what I am How I love you I cradled you in my bussum I watched you as you took your first steps How your curiosity as child made you a conquerer in your adolecense

And although you may deny it, you still feel the pain of war The gnawing agony for more And as the lover you take, do you not ask Are you satisfied my dear? Or even ask? Satisfied from what?

Do you not understand that Like penguins bond over pebbles Or finches sing and dance I love you like the stars love rain

Like from the bacteria in the gut The colony you Excrete aromatically I would take you then Like the forest and fonna The earth blackend by your burn I would take you then Like the mineral salt in the ocean Was acidified by your hand I would take you then Like you were the diseased I was helpless by your side And all I could do is weep Like rain, even still I would take you then

I am better because I got to hold you I nurtured you from nothing And as a faithful dog greets you when you get home everyday. I will always be there for you In good times and bad In sickness and health I love you like the stars love rain You made this worth it Your sun

#cosmic luve #emma watson #prada #paradox #hope #eric leo 108 #selena gomez #master p #hailee stienfeld

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Sing To Me (Rise Version)

(My personal head canon is that all the Leos love country music and will unironically blast it in the lair when their brothers are away).

(I wrote a 2k16 version of Leo).

Summary: Leo will die if his brothers find out he listens to country music. He's willing to keep it till the grave.

Warnings: Some swearing, Y/n uses she/her, personal head canons, fluff

To say it was embarrassing was an understatement; if Donnie found out that Leo like country music, he wouldn't hear the end of it. Yet, here he was, alone in the lair. Leo was still healing from the Kraang fight; having to take a lot of damage in the Prison Dimension. It took months for Leo to convince Raph that he was okay on his own.

Leo bounced his foot against the concrete as music flowed from his speakers. Leo hated cleaning, it was one of his least favorite activities, but he had nothing else to do. He needed to get his mind off of the memories that plagued his mind. So, music blasting in the background as his hands roamed around his room and put things into drawers.

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You've been friends with the turtles for years. It wasn't long after April met them; being friends, April trusted you with the greatest secret known to man.

Your footsteps echoed off the sewer walls as you arrived in the lair; Raph called, saying that they left Leo alone and wanted you to keep him company. You immediately agreed to it; Leo was your friend; you'd do anything for him.

You approached the lair, shock running through your bones as you heard loud music originating from Leo's room. It wasn't the typical music he'd listen to either. Was this country?

You snuck your way near the door of the abandoned subway cart; you saw Leo moving around his room while singing. You lean against the entrance, smiling as Leo spun around his room. He stopped short; he saw your body in the corner of his eye.

His face felt like a million degrees as he turned to you, "Hey, what's up?" he asked, trying to be nonchalantly as possible.

"Since when do you listen to country music?"

"Uh...awhile," crashed to his knees. "Please, Y/n, don't tell Donnie, I hear the end of it!" he begged, "I'll do anything, anything!"

"How about a dance?" he paused,

"Huh?"

"Take it or leave it," he swallowed.

"Sure," you were only fucking with him. This is pay back for all the shit he's done to you, right?

Nervously, Leo wrapped his arm around your waist, the music changed, "Can you sing again? I really liked it."

"You liked my singing?"

"Uh-huh," okay. Now, he was definitely dreaming. Okay, this is okay, if it is a dream then why not, sure. Come on, Nardo, you're the Face-man! Do what you do best and sweep her off her feet.

"I'm booking myself a one-way flight; I gotta see the color in your eyes. Telling myself I'm going to alright, without you, Baby, is a waste of time. Yeah, our first date, Girl, the seasons change, it got washed away in the summer rain. You can't undo a fall like this, cause love don't know what distance is. Yeah, I know that's crazy." he chuckled, "But I don't want good, and I don't want good enough; I want, can't sleep, can't breathe, without your love!"

You stare into Leo's big obsidian eyes; you felt your heart race. "Front porch and one more kiss; it doesn't make sense to anybody else. Who cares if you're all I think about? I searched the world and I know now, it ain't right if you ain't lost your mind! Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy! Are you with my, Baby? Let's be crazy!" He laughs along with you, "Well, I don't wanna be scared; don't wanna know why. Wanna feel good, don't have to be right; the world makes all kinds of rules for love; I say you gotta let it do what it does! I don't want just another hug and a kiss good night!"

"Catchin' up calls and a date, sometimes I love that we're rebels, and we still believe; We're the kind of crazy people wish that they could be, and I know we're crazy, yeah! But I don't want good, and I don't want good enough; I want, can't sleep, can't breathe without your love! Front porch and one more kiss; it doesn't make sense to anybody else! Who cares if you're all I think about? I've searched the world and I know now, it ain't right if you ain't lost your mind; yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy! Are you with me, Baby? Let's be crazy!"

Your bodies dances together, almost harmoniously. Your arms were tight around his neck as he spun you around his room, his hands tight on your hips.

"No, I don't want good, and I don't want good enough; I want, can't sleep, can't breathe without your love! Front porch and one more kiss; it doesn't make sense to anybody else! Who cares if you're all I think about? I've searched the world and I know now, it ain't right if you ain't lost your mind; yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy; Yeah, look at us baby; tonight, the midnight rules are breaking. There's no such thing as wild enough, maybe we just think too much. Who needs to play it safe in love? Let's be crazy! Who cares if we're crazy? We gotta be crazy; I know that we're crazy, so let's be crazy, yeah!"

You covered your mouth as Leo felt like he was on cloud nine. He pulled you so close to his chest while dancing, he didn't realize how bold he was being. Leo swallowed thickly as he stared down at your lips, you stop laughing and look at him.

Both hearts racing in sync. Leo pulls you closer, his lips softly pressed against your own. It was unsure, you hum against his lips as you press forward. Leo smiled against the kiss before pulling away.

"I told you I could sweep you off your feet," he chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah; whatever you say," you whisper. Another song came on; he began singing again.

"Duffle bag, backseat; my dash, your feet. Those other side of the highway, headlights making you shine." You thought why not to join,

"My hand, your leg; playlist, playing; even though I haven't made it yet; I'd draggin it, droppin it, in my mind. You're a drive real slow; down no lane road; to a house on a hill where the wild things grow! You're a wake up in pajamas; not a trace of makeup on ya! You're a help fix her it; having breakfast with my mama; you're a take back home, home, home girl! Home, home, home girl; take back home, home, home girl; home, home, home girl!"

You started, "You're the kind I wanna take a ride with; sit by on a Friday night! In the stadium; lights side by side. All the lady's like, Yeah, she's doing just fine."

Your smile as Leo joined back in, "Everybody in the bleachers; they all gon' wanna meet ya from my teachers to my preacher! My little crowd pleaser; parading with you feeling homecoming cool, yeah! I wanna drive real slow, down a no name road; to a house on a hill, where the wild things grow! You're a wakeup in pajamas; not a trace of makeup on ya! You're a help her fix it; having breakfast with my mama! You're a take back home, home, home girl! Home, home, home girl; take back home, home, home girl; home, home, home girl!"

You gasp as Leo pressed you closer to his plastron, "You're a take back; You're a take back! You're a take back home; you're a take back home! You're a take back home girl. You got that down home homegrown, found on good ground soul; that down home homegrown, found on good ground soul. You're a drive real slow, down a no name road to a house on a hill, where the wild things grow! You're a wakeup in pajamas; no trace of makeup on ya. you're a help her fit it; breakfast with my mama! You're a take back home, home, home girl; home, home, home girl; take back home, home, home girl; home, home, home girl! You're a take back; you're a take back; you're a take back home; you're a take back home! you're a take back home; you're a take back home."

Chewing on your lips, Leo smiled, "Who knew you could sing?" You scoff,

"You're better."

"As much as I agree with you; you're not too bad yourself." You blush, as Leo pulled you over to the bed.

"Can I just lay on you?" he asked, you nod. His head pressed against your chest; you hum softly to him as you scratched his shell. It wasn't long before Leo fell asleep with you in his arms; unwilling to let go.

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Songs used:

I Want Crazy (Encore)--Hunter Hayes

Take Back Home Girl--Chris Lane ft. Tori Kelly

#x reader #fanfic #reader insert #fanfiction #tmnt leonardo #rise of the tmnt #music fic #leonardo #rise leo #teenage mutant ninja turtles #head cannons

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Just the Two of Us - Chapter 1

Wahoo! First chapter of that new story of mine! I wanted to try something different for this first chapter. Less exposition and more straight to the point. We'll get to learn more about Vee and other stuff in future chapters, but for now I wanted to lay out the first meeting.

Events are after the 2nd movie. Dunno exactly how long after, but it's been some time for sure. Please note that all characters are depicted as adults. Mature subjects may come in later chapters (nsfw, of course language 'cause I have the mouth of a fucking sailor, deep emotional stuff, most probably some intense action and blood - 'cause this mama loves to be intense). There's gonna be some humor too, don't worry~

I've started this fic first for myself, but I was liking the various drafts I did and I wanted to share 💜

Title is inspired by the song "Just the Two of Us" by Grover Washington.

[First Chapter - you're here!] // [Next Chapter - incoming]

And in an instant my soul trembled Meeting your eyes didn't feel like the first time Deep within me I knew - I simply knew That forever I'd be entranced by you

There was something about this late August's night that felt different.

Maybe it was this warmth that had some moisture lingering in the air. Or this surreal feeling that was now creeping under Vee's skin as her friend April was leading her into a dark alley. Who knows, really.

"You have to promise me, Vee. You must keep this encounter a secret. Never tell anyone about what you're going to see."

When the reporter had asked for help regarding friends that needed a hand with translation issues, of course Vee accepted. But now the woman was slowly starting to second-guess her choice. She knew April had no mean bone in her however, trusting her then feeling like the right thing to do...

"I dunno why it's getting so serious all of a sudden, but I promise you, April."

"And I know you'll keep that promise," added the brunette with a soft smile.

Their heels' clicking came to a stop against the pavement, the reporter taking some seconds to check her surroundings before bringing a watch to her left wrist up, pressing a button and saying: "It's alright, we're ready." Vee slightly frowned at that action until she heard movement from above, some things now falling and moving in the shadows of the alley.

"Now, Vee, please don't freak out," instantly tried to reassure April, placing herself before her friend and trying to keep Vee's focus on her. "I assure you, they're friends."

Now the intrigue was killing Vee's curiosity, her gaze moving from April's, now finally noticing new forms appearing in the dim lights of the alley. The first shape was already impressive in size, piercing blue eyes going straight across her soul. She noticed green scales, a blue bandana, a shell?! Vee's eyes were wide open as her mouth simply opened and closed like a fish out of water, unable to form words. She shyly pointed out at the creature, grabbing her friend's arm out of pure instinct.

"It's alright, Vee," added April.

Other forms came forward, their looks different, yet all sharing those reptilian features. Orange, red, and purple bandanas added to the blue. All were staring at Vee, silent, trying to judge her reaction - afraid she'd be scared, most probably. Vee finally found back her voice, slight gasps of air exhaling from her lungs. She couldn't help her smile, slightly shaking her friend's arm she was still holding, blurting out in exclamation:

"Holy shit!!"

She moved away from April and now forward to the newcomers. She did keep her distance, not wanting to provoke any harsh reactions. Her eyes could barely stay in place, noticing new details on each individual she'd look at.

"April, what the fuck!" she added, turning to the brunette. "Your friends look awesome!"

"Told ya April has hot friends and this one looks cool," piped one of the creatures - the orange one - towards the red one, which resulted in some tsks and a playful slap on his shoulder.

"You're not scared?" asked April, moving to stand close to her friend again.

"Well, I mean..." Vee took another glance at the four, vaguely gesturing them. "I guess I'm more... surprised?! It's not everyday you see- … see, uh.." she paused, frowning a little, hands on her hips. "What are you guys, anyway?"

That brought some smiles on their faces, tension finally easing. The blue one spoke first:

"We are mutant ninja turtles, ma'am," he answered with one polite nod.

"Oh sure, that makes sense," acknowledged Vee, still frowning.

Her brain was running a hundred miles per second, trying to assess everything. They were giant speaking turtles, for crying out loud! Most people would've ran away at the sight of them, but Vee felt nothing else than pure fascination at the moment. And knowing they were friends with April, that did facilitate the encounter.

"So, April, that's the friend you spoke about?" brought up another mutant, the one wearing a red do-rag.

"Oh, yes, right, let me do the presentations," started the reporter, finally getting in motion. She first gestured around Vee's frame: "Guys, this is Vee!" She next started from left to right, the first one being the turtle wearing an orange bandana: "So this is Michelangelo-"

"Call me Mikey, sweetface," he quickly added, winking.

"Don't cut me, Mikey, that's rude," playfully bantered April, then moving to the red one. "This one's Raphael. Don't worry, he looks like a brute but he's really sweet."

"Depends on who yer askin'," smirked the large one.

"Now that's Leonardo, their leader, and finally over here we've got Donatello. You'll mostly be working with him for the task at hand."

Vee's eyes followed suit and landed on the tall terrapin adorning a purple bandana. Compared to the others he was slimmer in frame, wore glasses and presented various tech on his person. Vee paid no mind as she moved towards him, extending her hand as a greeting, out of pure formality and habit.

"Hi! I look forward to getting started."

The other paused for a second, his gaze glued to her hand. He only got in motion once April gently elbowed him, finally holding Vee's hand to return the greeting.

"Likewise."

A strong shiver went through Vee, seeing how her hand looked so small in his. Her green eyes crossed his golden ones, the exchange quickly over.

"So," started Leonardo. "April told us you can help us translate things from French to English. That's correct?"

"Yes," answered Vee with a smile. "It's my first language, I won't have any issues with that."

"You don't sound French at all," added Michelangelo. "Where's your accent?"

"Oh, sorry I don't sound like a movie stereotype," added the woman with slight annoyance, although playful. "I've been learning and speaking English from a very young age, since in Canada both English and French are the two offical languages."

"Wait, they speak French in Canada? I thought you'd be from France or somethin'!" continued the orange one.

"Welp, we all learn something new everyday!" pointed Vee.

And boy was she learning something completely new today.

***

Of all the places she thought she'd go to tonight, Vee didn't think it'd be in the sewers. The group was making its way through large undisturbed canals, April in front and discussing with Leo and Raph. As Vee was behind with Mikey and Donnie, she did start a conversation with the latter in order to be up to speed with the project.

"So, what am I going to work with? Should I wait until we get to the place before I get more details, or-?"

"You're totally gonna do some super secret spy stuff," said Mikey right away, playfully.

"Well, not totally," objected Donatello with a soft sigh, his attention now on Vee. "If I may brief you a little; we've intercepted communications from an enemy-"

"The Foot clan!"

"-Yes the Foot, thanks Mikey. And they seem to have developped an alliance with someone overseas, speaking French. All conversations are in audio form. I've tried to learn the language, but we're in a rush and I must admit that it's been kind of hard."

"Understandable, French is one hell of a language to learn," softly smiled Vee.

"And I didn't want to put those files through online translation services, as the information's nature is still unknown and I wouldn't want to risk any leaks of it. … Then April suggested you, and here we are."

"Here we are, indeed," added the woman. "It shouldn't be too difficult. My only concern would be regarding terms or keywords that are unknown to me; anything that may not be too familiar to me regarding this whole situation. But given the time, I could probably get through anything."

"Hey, by the way," said Mikey, diverting the subject a little. "Is your name really Vee? Sounds more like a nickname to me."

"Well aren't you the rude one tonight," slightly frowned Donnie.

"What?! I'm genuinely curious!"

Vee was still smiling: "No worries, it's not rude to ask! Indeed it's a nickname, since my full name can be quite a mouthful for English speakers at times. It's Véronique."

"Say what now?" added Mikey.

The woman couldn't hide her small laugh: "See! That's the kind of reaction I get everytime. That's why I tell people to call me Vee. Short and sweet!"

"Your name sounds beautiful though, what a shame," commented Donnie.

"Eyo, stop flirtin' back there," piped in Raph.

Mikey's chuckle echoed in the tunnel while Donnie's eyes rolled. They finally arrived to their destination; the Lair. Vee was instantly amazed as she witnessed the size of the place, all filled with interesting objects here and there.

"No way!" she breathed out with a large smile. "This place's amazing!"

That did boost the turtles' mood, enjoying to see such reaction from the woman. It was refreshing to meet someone new and see their fascination regarding their world.

"Where's Splinter?" asked April.

"He's out for the night to salvage some stuff for himself," answered Leonardo. "Plus he wanted to give us space for the newcomer."

"Didn't want to recreate a Casey situation?" added the brunette, amused.

"Oh I wish," chuckled Raph.

As the group was still moving forward, Vee leaned in to April, asking:

"Who's Splinter?"

"Their father and sensei. He's a rat."

"Oh! Of course...," added Vee as if it was normal, although intrigued.

They arrived to a workstation, many screens assembled to create a sort of digital alcove. Vee was instantly charmed, getting past her friend so she could get closer to the setup and admire it.

"Holy shit! Now that's a nice setup," she recognized, hands on her hips and looking up the screens.

"Finally, someone recognizes my creation," added Donnie, amused.

She turned to him.

"… Did you build all that by yourself? I mean … that's impressive! Is it only one computer? Or the machine must be a beast in order to support all those screens! And it must be quite the challenge to organize the desktop to spread on such a dome-like setup. What OS are you using? Windows? Linux? I hope it's not Apple, that stuff is a nightmare.-"

She stopped herself, a light blush appearing on her cheeks.

"Oh, uhm, sorry I'm asking a lot of questions."

Man, Donnie's heart was suddenly beating fast...

"Please, don't apologize, you're probably the first person ever to be curious about my stuff!"

"Nerds alert," poked in Mikey.

That brought some laughs from the others, Donnie and Vee shyly smiling. The tall terrapin then moved to his computer, trying to shake away the feeling as he brought the files up.

"Do you want to give it a first listen and see what's up?" he asked the woman, trying to ignore the others behind.

"Yes, please," answered Vee, coming closer and wanting to get on the task at hand.

As the terrapin started the recording, the group was then silent, Vee frowning as she focused. The voices were surprisingly clear and the recording of a good quality. As a first listen, she did grasp that some arrangements were being made regarding a certain formula and two animals?

"Un loup et une tortue alligator?" she voiced outloud, puzzled.

"What's that, you got something?" asked April.

Vee's brows were still furrowed, pondering for a moment as she paused the recording. She looked back at Donatello.

"There's a lot of information being given in this. Can I borrow some stuff to help me out; headphones, and uh-" she glanced at his keyboard. "A smaller keyboard so I can type it out and make better sense of it."

"Of course," he answered, already on the move to gather the equipment.

Vee turned to the others, sighing.

"This might take a little while," she announced. "If I caught things correctly, they're talking about a formula – something to be injected, and two specific animals. I'll need to relisten a couple of times to better pinpoint what's going on."

"Why do I have the feeling it might be about that damn purple ooze," added Leo, looking at his brothers.

"If that's true," said Donnie, the requested items in his hands as he was back. "That would mean we'd probably have a lead about Stockman's whereabouts."

"Let's not jump to conclusions yet," said April.

As the terrapin finished setting the items up, he handed the headphones to Vee, then moving his chair around in order to offer it to her. Vee thanked him, taking place. She gave one last glance to the group before holding the headphones close to her ears.

"No need to wait for me, I'll call you guys when I'll be done with this. Hopefully it won't take too long."

***

Donnie had decided to stay closeby, in case she'd ever request for some assistance or any other item. He was standing and leaning against the desk opposite of the one Vee was sitting at, absent-mindedly browsing his phone. To be frank, he spent more time observing her, somehow entranced by the way she was working. She was a fast typer. She barely had to look at the keyboard as her fingers flew across the keys. At some points she'd be mumbling in French to herself, continuing to type. The terrapin did not notice his younger brother, Mikey, sliding in next to him, smiling as he said in a low, cheerful tone: ""Diiiiibs~"

"Oh for crying out loud," complained Donnie in a similar hushed tone.

"What? She looks cute and seems like a complete badass! Look at her being a freakin' pro hacker level typer."

"Sure, 'cause you know about hacking," half-smiled the purple banded one.

"All I'm saying, we rarely get any other ladies in here. Let me have a chance!"

"Whatever, man, I didn't say a thing," sighed Donnie, going back to his phone.

His brother slipped away, smirking. Finally alone again, the turtle's eyes did wander back to Vee's form. She was quite nice looking indeed. Her dark teal green hair were an uncommon choice, yet did communicate her carefree nature. Her overall look was more of a classic chic nature, yet dressing comfortably. Plus her large black frame glasses seemed to compliment her pale eyes perfectly – were they green? Also he had noticed her tattoos, especially the ones at her right hand, at her inner left forearm, and some hidden ones at her upper left chest and her wrists. She seemed like quite the interesting character, indeed... His attention snapped as he noticed the woman removing the headphones, a slight sigh of relief leaving her. Donnie brought a stool and installed it next to her, sitting by her side.

"So, what's the verdict?" he asked.

"I finished writing up the whole dialogue down, in French," she answered, vaguely gesturing the screen. "It allowed me to get a better grasp of what was going on. Seems like my first observations were right; there were talks of a formula, an injection. They're planning on grabbing a wolf and an alligator snapping turtle for some sort of tests. They mentionned mutations along the way, something about what would be the results for an injection in animal subjects, rather than humans?"

"Leo was right then, it's related to the purple ooze..."

"What's that?"

"That's quite the long subject, but to summarize; it's a substance that has mutation properties. For humans, it turns them into part animal, part humanoid beings. The first incidence of that was Bebop and Rocksteady, two criminals that respectively got turned into a warthog and a rhinoceros."

"Damn, okay," commented Vee, surprised. "So what would be the results on animal subjects? Any thoughts?"

Donnie shrugged.

"Either they become fully human, or they go through different mutations – that is if the original formula is not altered. … Were there any talks about that?"

"Not really," answered the woman. "The discussion was pretty much centered around those animals. Were you able to record more of those conversations?"

"Actually, yes," said the turtle, grabbing the mouse and opening a folder on his computer. "I was able to get three more recently. But there's no need to go over them tonight... My brothers and I first wanted to know if things would go well tonight, and frankly I think it has been a success!"

"If you guys want me to come back to continue the work, I wouldn't mind."

"That'd be great!" smiled the terrapin, looking at the woman.

Yeah, she has green eyes. Vee was smiling softly as well, her chin resting on raised closed knuckles.

"… I still can't believe it somehow," she started, pensive. "This whole evening is just so weird right now, yet I know it's real. … I'm just so amazed."

"Amazed by my good looks?" suddenly came in Mikey as he got closer to Vee's position, taking support at the top back of her chair.

Vee chuckled while Donnie let out a quiet sigh.

"Amazed by all your looks," answered Vee. "I feel like I could ask so many questions right now, but I'll keep that for another time."

"We could definitely arrange a night of 20 questions," added the orange one with a playful look and a wink.

"Sure, why not!" laughed the woman.

((TO BE CONTINUED))

#just the two of us fic #it's-a-moi #this fic is probably gonna be more personal and close to my heart 💜#don't worry I know I have 54763748655 other drafts as well #but right now this is my brainrot and I'll do what I want weheheheheh #might start posting it on Ao3 once I have more chapters in

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Time for Siri lore! Warning: talk about miscarriages and stillbirths/death. This is mainly just a post to get the bean's lore all straight for myself cuz i tend to forget her lore lmao

In the 14 years between having Niv and having Helene, our lovely bean Siri went through some shit. And if I say she had a shitty time, she really had a shitty time. So, here we have a little timeline of all the shitty things that happened to her in those long, long 14 years.

April 1023: her baby boy, little Niv, stopped breathing two hours after his birth and she was forced to say goodbye to him - without the knowledge he hadn't actually passed, he just had really bad lungs. From this followed a very, very bad depression; she lost a lot of weight just by. Not eating, and didn't really talk for months on end. She just wasn't there mentally. Next to that, her mother and grandmother finally had the courage to tell her childloss and miscarriages were very... Common in their family.

July 1023: Siri's father, Felix, passed away after a fire in his bakery. Even if her father was kind of a dick, Siri loved him deeply and was so upset he'd never see her or her sister have the life he had wanted for them, or that he had spend his final months sharing the agony of his lost grandson. Even more so, Siri's sister, Lilja, now had to grow up quicker than anyone had liked, being forced to take over the bakery without any formal training. Siri and Gustav often tried to help, but there was only so much they could do, which broke Siri's heart.

January 1024: during her depression, Siri had accidentally gotten pregnant again, in September the year prior, only six months after having lost Niv. She was, no surprise, devastated, stressed, not wanting to go through that whole thing again out of fear of losing another baby. Unfortunately, things went wrong from the very start. She was forced to go on bedrest after fainting during a party in the Great Hall, with as little visitors as possible as to not plague her stressed-ridden mind. That only worsened her situation, and after five long and painful months, her stillborn son was born. She and Gustav named him Konrad, after Siri's late grandfather, both grieving, even though Siri had been saying something would go wrong from the very beginning. They still had some hope.

February 1026: After a short pregnancy of just three months, Siri suffered a miscarriage. Before that, she hadn't even been able to get pregnant, despite trying and trying. This time, everything had felt right, or at least, better than with little Konrad. However, after just a month of finding out about the kiddo, Siri just collapsed one evening after dinner, no warning whatsoever. Dress stained in blood, crying as she realised what had happened. She had wanted this little baby so badly - she couldn't understand why this kept happening to her. After this, she had Gustav promise to keep the loss of their baby a secret, but things eventually got out. No-one told GusSiri that, though, not wanting to saddle mainly Siri with more grief than she was already suffering. However, Siri's silent anger was growing at this point - she just didn't know why she couldn't have her own healthy baby, and some families had more than they could count on both hands. She started noticing the whispers from people in the village, heard voices say her marriage had failed after so many years without kids - they didn't know how hard she tried, how careful she was, how in love with every baby she had lost she still was.

July 1026: Siri suffered another miscarriage and despite not having realised she had been pregnant before this, she did recognise the pains, the type of blood, and the way her body basically rejected her little baby. At this point, she actively avoided being intimate with her hubby, cuz it just felt like every time they did smt like that, would just result in heartache. At this point, she was just completely done, not even trying to hide her pain and exhausting - it actively made her snap more than she liked to admit. Deep inside, she felt useless; why couldn't she do what everyone else seemed to could? A few months after this, she finally broke. She couldn't do it anymore, wouldn't even try. She and Gustav wouldn't try for a family anymore, as it would spare them a whole lot of heartbreak and time.

August 1027: despite having said they wouldn't try anymore, Siri got pregnant again in December. This time, however, everything seemed to be going alright. Despite the usual morning sickness and occasional discomfort, her baby grew well enough, and in August, Seer finally had the baby she had longed for; her daughter, Sunniva. After this, she slowly, but surely, got herself back. She was happier, always seen with her little girl in a sling around her chest. Her marriage got a boost too, having seemingly returned to that playful type of love she and Gustav had been missing for a while - the two of them weren't often seen without one another, either holding hands or talking joyfully about everything and nothing.

December 1030: however, things eventually did crash again. After having decided Sunni needed a little sibling and a seemingly healthy pregnancy, Siri went into labor and everything took a turn for the worst scenario; her little one was turned and didn't want to budge. By this point, after more physical pain than she had ever been in, Siri was nearing losing conscious and the healers had to let poor Gustav make a decision if he wanted to safe their kid or his wife. In a utter panic and stress, he just decided he wanted Seer to be okay, for their three year old daughter, and also a little bit for himself. After procedure and after learning what had happened to her precious little baby when waking up, Siri absolutely broke. At first, she blamed Gustav for their kid's death, but after calming down, she realised he had only done it because he didn't want to lose her, nor wanted Sunni to grow up without her mother. Still, things hurt her more than she liked to admit. That poor girl.

Between 1034 and 1039: Siri's mom, Elisabeth, got sick. Very sick. Siri became her primary caregiver, despite having a young daughter to care for. Her sister, Lilja, was off being a sailor at that point, and as the only close family member, the task fell to Siri. While tired most often, Siri stayed positive; the healers had told her her mom would be okay, and she liked to believe that - she did believe it. Eventually, Elisabeth got better again, but soon fell back into the illness, until it eventually killed her in 1039. In the last few months, Lilja stayed home in New Berk with her daughters and husband to help Siri take care of their mother, and after her passing, they pulled each other through it.

May-June 1037: Niv, Siri's long lost son, returns, making her happier than she had ever been. During this, she was also expecting her final child, who would be born in June, little Helene. Everything was falling into place for Siri; her little family was all complete, after all those years. Suddenly, it all seemed worth it for our poor girl.

@rosiethedragongeek for the tags! In advance. Im sorry. Im very sorry. For. Y'know. Hurting the baby girl as much as im doing. I promise the symbolism of Siri finally completing her family and being able to have her healthy daughter as soon as Niv returns is worth is. At least for me.

This is why we have the happy au.

#siri vínteri #artinandwritin's lore #gussiri

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