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crystalandparrot · 6 days

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ROTTMNT x Reader

Part 1, Part 2

The flashing of cameras and the voices of reporters was the first thing Leonardo heard as he stepped out of his limo. Due to the long plane ride, Leo decided to wear comfort over fashion, although it's hard for him to look bad in anything. He wore a white wife-beater, revealing his plastron and tattooed arms. Much like his brother, Leonardo loved art, he just loved it in a more show-off sense. Of course, he let his brother give him his first tattoo, a large colored portrait of their family on his thigh. On his legs were blue sweats, a personal favorite that his agent always advised him not to wear. Expensive shoes designed for him specifically adorned his feet. Finally, silver chains decorated his wrists and neck (he would have chosen gold, but his brother advised against it. C'mon, blue and gold?), glistening with each movement. He flashed a smirk at the cameras and gave finger guns at fans. One of his bodyguards leaned close to whisper in his ear, "You have a meeting with the executive producers in thirty minutes."

"Which means I get at least twenty-eight minutes to strut my stuff." Leo chuckled. With split-second motions, Leo changed between poses, performing for the camera.

"-mask!"

Leo turned and stared into the crowd, "W-Who said that?" The crowd parted as if making way for a royal or God to walk without interruption. A small woman with a microphone in her hand shook as Leo approached. "Just now, you said something, what was it?"

The small girl stuttered, "I asked i-if you could put on y-your mask. F-for a picture for Channel 10?"

Leo's heart dropped, and his breathing quickened. A pat on his shoulder shook him out of his mini panic attack. He nodded thanks at his bodyguard and gave the reporter a quick grin, " I don't even know where that old thing went! It's been, what, psshh, five years? It's probably shoved in a box somewhere." That satiated the hungry reporters and fans, for now. Leo and his bodyguard left, heading off to the large building behind the crowd.

Okay, first things first. You don't know the old password so you can't change it to one you'll remember. So you changed the screen dimming time to never. Now the phone won't shut off on its own. Dialing your number, you called about three times with no answer. A sudden thought crosses your mind, causing your palm to hit your face. Your phone was on silent. Taking a deep breath, you quickly texted your number, explaining the situation and the password to unlock your phone. That way the turtle Yokai won't be as clueless as you are now.

With nothing else to do, you connected your headphones to the turtle's phone and searched for Spotify. It was his fault, the least he could do was spare some tunes. Wait a minute...his Spotify account...this dude was Othello Von Ryan? Man, you couldn't wait to see him again. His studying playlists kept you awake and alert through college! His barrage of random music, ranging from 80's dancing music to hardcore techno kept your mind alert and focused. Donnie, or, Othello Von Ryan, helped you with memory. Oddly enough, some of the quirky tunes in his playlists gave you memorization songs.

In fact, now that you think about it, Donnie looked an awful lot like your favorite actor--

"(Y/n)! Come in, dear! I've been expecting you!" A shrill voice called from across the street.

You looked up, spotting Mrs. Erin, the Heron Yokai. You grinned, pulling your headphones out of your ears and shoving them in your pocket. You waved at the Yokai as you crossed the street, stepping into her swampy garden. "How's your husband, Mrs. Erin?"

"Oh, Harry's fine! Come in! Come in! Let me get you a cup of tea." The old Yokai hobbled inside, her talons dragging across the waterlogged wood. You followed behind closely, used to the drab environment. You learned throughout life that the more you understand how something came to be, the more beautiful it becomes. With a clap from you, the twinkling string of lights came on. It's warm glow bouncing off the waxy leaves that broke through the cracked windows. Dew drops fell onto the wet floor, filling the room with quiet plip plaps.

A chipped cup of lukewarm tea was placed in your hand. A feathery hand pushed you down onto an old rocking chair, the owner of the hand sitting down across from you. "I want you to tell me all about this new job!" Erin grinned with a toothless smile.

"It's just a small librarian job at the school up top." You said, sipping your tea.

"Up top! With all those-those monsters?" Erin screeched.

"They're not all monsters! Some of them—"

"(Y/n). When your mother died I promised your father I'd make sure that you were safe! W-wouldn't you rather stay home? Marry a nice Yokai and settle down?" Erin tottered closer to you and grabbed your hands.

You chuckled, "I'm not exactly looking for someone to settle down with yet. I'm ready to get out there and explore! Besides, I can protect myself!" You said, proudly.

"E-even with all the humans?" Erin stuttered.

You blinked at Erin, your face neutral, "Mrs. Erin. I'm human."

"I know! B-but you're one of the good ones! I'd hate for you to go up top where I won't know what happened—Oh!" The old Yokai snatched the cup of tea from your hands and peered into the old china. She glared at the leaves and swirled the remaining liquid in the cup. With a gasp that jostled your core, Erin’s beak stretched into a long smile. She breathed a sigh of relief and set down the cup. “I was worried for nothing. You’re going to fall in love and get married to a nice, young, handsome Yokai.”

You shook your head, yet a smile still sat on your cheeks, “Maybe in a couple of years, Mrs. Erin. I’m not in any rush to get married to anyone right now.”

“Oh, I’m sure!” The Heron chuckled like she knew something you didn’t. Without warning, she began pushing you out of the house. “Okay, bye-bye now! The quicker you go up top the faster you fall in love!” With that, the door was slammed in your face, the sound echoing through the marshy area.

“Love you too.” You said flatly. You pulled the mystery phone back out of your pocket and put in your earbuds again. When you clicked onto Spotify, a notification popped up.

“Leonardo Hamato back in NYC for upcoming movie shoot, exclusive interview from Channel 10.”

Huh. How weird would it be if you ran into your favorite actor while after just moving back up top? Probably entirely impossible, but it was nice to hope, right?

"Shoved in a box?! Did you hear him?"

"I did."

"Shoved in a box?! Ugh! He's just so—"

"Annoying, pompous, overconfident, lacking in empathy, ass-like?"

Mikey turned to Donnie, his hair falling into his face as his head whipped around. "I was gonna say stupid, but yeah, those work too." Mikey nodded, turning back to the T.V, seeing the reporters final words to the camera once Leo left the cameras view.

Donnie felt himself N.E., which stood for Nose Exhale. Mikey learned that phrase years ago and thought it was more fitting than L.O.L for his emotionally unavailable brother. While it was rare for Donnie to "laugh out loud", when he found something humorous, he always let out a little breath of a chuckle through his nose.

"I just...out of everything he could have done...why'd he have to take away the one thing that..."

When Mikey paused, Donnie looked up from his purple holographic screens that he had been typing on. He saw Mikey looking at the screen sadly, and he knew it wasn't from the sad dog commercial that came on, but the interview that came before it. "That what, Michael?" Donnie asked, the screens disappearing.

"Nothing, it's stupid," Mikey sniffed, wiping his eyes before tears could escape.

"Leo is stupid, you're emotionally intelligent. You obviously have a reason to feel what you feel. You're not stupid for feeling emotions, Michelangelo." Donnie used his full name with the intention of leaving an impact.

Mikey chuckled and turned to Donnie, tears running down his smiling face, "Thanks, D."

Donnie nodded and sat up in his bean bag (yes it was his, the purple color made it obvious), "I may have taken a page or two from Dr. Delicate Touch," he shrugged.

"Nah, that was Dr. Feelings for sure," Mikey joked, knowing his brother was rather uncomfortable with feelings, but to be fair, he had gotten a lot better. Realizing this, Mikey sighed. Donnie appreciated honesty over anything, so this was something he needed to get off his chest, for his sake and his brother's. "Dad always called us by the color of our masks. Red, Orange, Purple...but Leo's not wearing his anymore. It's like he disowned us...he's not Blue anymore." Mikey began tucking his head and limbs into his shell with every word. By the end of his sentence, only his shell was visible sitting in front of the empty recliner.

This time Donnie sighed, he stood and gripped the purple beanbag so it stayed comfortably on his rear while he shuffled towards his brother. Letting gravity help him, Donnie let himself and the beanbag fall to the ground. He wiggled slightly and hummed, pleased at the fact that his position hadn't changed and the beanbag was still holding his shell and rear perfectly. Using his hand, he hesitantly patted Mikey's shell in comfort. "Leonardo's done some idiotic things in the past. I'd put this in his top ten, actually." Donnie thought aloud, but shook his head, remembering his original point, "He’s a dumb-dumb but, unfortunately, he'll never stop being our brother."

Mikey poked his head out, looking in Donnie's eyes for...something. A lie? Hope? Donnie didn't know, but whatever he found, he liked it, because the next moment, Mikey had his head and limbs out. He outstretched his arms, but didn't move aside from that. Donnie rolled his eyes, although a small smile poked at his lips. With a nod from Donnie, Mikey jumped onto him, giving him the tightest hug that he thought he'd ever received. Donnie hugged back.

Thankfully for Donnie, Mikey understood boundaries, and separated from Donnie before the hug got too overwhelming. Sloppily wiping his tears and sucking up his snot, Mikey gave Donnie a sincere smile. "Thanks, Don."

Donnie nodded, a small smile on his own lips. Out of his battle shell came a robotic arm holding a tissue. Mikey took the tissue and blew his nose as the robotic arm retracted back into the shell. "Hey-"

"I would prefer if you finished blowing your nose before you change the subject, please." Donnie asked, pulling up his holographic screens once more with the help of his Ninpō.

Mikey obeyed, then tossed the tissue into the trashcan on the other side of the room. When it landed, Mikey pumped his fist in a silent cheer. "What happened at the Mystic City? We were chasing Meat Sweats and you stopped to talk to some girl." Mikey remembered.

"Oh, yeah. Raph was texting about meeting for dinner, so I naturally opened my messages to form a reply, when—" Donnie pulled out his phone to show Mikey the texts when he immediately felt something amiss. The case was the same, the weight was equal to his phone, the model was the exact same, everything looked fine. But this is Donnie, he lost his phone for less than a day and went nearly insane when he was still a teenager. Give him a week and he might've made a phone from just things in the woods. He knew everything about his phone.

"Donnie?" Mikey called, noticing his brother's sudden silence.

Shakily, Donnie turned over the phone, noticing the background first, then the surplus of texts and calls from his phone number. He whispered something too quiet for Mikey to hear.

"What?" Mikey asked, putting his hand up to the side of his head where his ear would have been.

"This. Isn't. My. Phone."

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leontheluxuriousone · 5 months

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Masterpost🌀✨

what up! Names Leonardo but you can call me Leon! Use whatever pronouns ya like!

Let’s just say, I am extremely handsome. And charming! And ofc, overall amazing ✨

Awesome Pfp done by: @echodoesstuff62333

The fam!:

Angie: @mikey-the-mischevious

Egghead: @geniusbuiltblogtm

old man 1: @raph-reign17

hiero!: @riseleon

Other us??

old man 2: @marvelousmichelangelo

“yee paw”: @ninjas-greatest-weapon ( aka future me?)

don tron: @genius-othello

Raphie: @b1g-raph1e

The amigos!:

Apes: @aprilthefiercequeen

Cass w/ the mask : @thecassclan

CJ: @hugzfromcaseyjr

Pax: @pax-man2010

Vincent von vivi: @mikey-rottmnt

Stella: @stella-kessho-reporting-for-duty

usagi (aka bunny boy) @yokai-nerd

Alternative Universe us??

Lee: @captain-ryans-no1-fan-2

Raph: @im-a-turtle-with-anger-issues

skyscraper Donnie: @donniepedia-the-encyclopedia

Mike!: @the-party-dude

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Karai: @karaiirl

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ronin mikey??: @ronin-mikey

and if anyone sees @bigmama10ffical, & @repo-maniac, don’t bring them to me.

(They’ll beat my ass probably)

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would also like to say that this acc swears, like a lot. So if that triggers u, I suggest u click off.

And the rest of the gang is here!

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ariel-seagull-wings · 2 months

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BICHO DE PALHA

@princesssarisa @hamlet-macbeth-othello @softlytowardthesun @grimoireoffolkloreandfairytales @themousefromfantasyland @professorlehnsherr-almashy @faintingheroine @allthegoodbobdylanlyricsaretaken

(Portuguese and Brazilian Folktale)

They say that a very rich man was widowed and remarried, having a daughter, Maria, who looked young and was beautiful.

The stepmother immediately disliked her stepdaughter and became angry when she had a daughter and she was relatively ugly, compared to Maria.

The man had scattered properties and lived traveling, running his businesses.

He only lasted a short time at home and in those moments, Maria felt better.

In her father's absence, her stepmother forced her to do the roughest and hardest jobs, feeding her the worst and in insignificant quantities.

Life became unbearable for the girl who consoled herself by praying and crying.

On the way to the river where she went to wash clothes, she always met an old lady with serene features and very kind. Maria ended up talking about her suffering and remaining silent so as not to hurt her father.

The old lady encouraged her with words full of sweetness.

As the stepmother became more violent and brutal, the stepdaughter decided to leave the house and look for work far away from that hell.

She met with the old lady and confessing her idea, the old woman agreed, gave her a lot of advice, gave her blessing and as she said goodbye, she took out a small wand, white as silver, saying:

"Take this wand, Maria, and when you are in danger, desire or suffering, you must say: "my magic wand, for the magic that God gave you, give me". And everything will happen as you ask."

Maria was very grateful and ran away. First, obeying the old woman's advice, she made a large plaited straw cloak with a hood through which there was a way to look through, and got inside.

After walking for a long time, she arrived at an important city.

She asked for a job in a palace and was told there were no more places.

She was leaving, sad and hungry, when an employee remembered that they needed someone to wash the rooms, corridors and stairs and clean the servants' quarters. Maria accepted the task and, thanks to her unique dress, they only called her “Bicho de Palha”. Dirty, silent, withdrawn into corners, always working, Bicho de Palha didn't bother anyone and everyone tolerated her.

The palace belonged to a young, well-made and handsome prince, who still had a mother, and was of marriageable age. In another palace, on the opposite side of the city, parties would be held for three days.

The girls were excited about the dances, attended by the society boys. In the palace the conversation was about the balls. Nurses, visitors and maids commented on the organization and splendor of the three elegant evenings.

Finally the first night arrived.

Bicho de Palha, through the holes in her mask, looked at the prince and loved him sincerely. She discreetly hovered near him, yearning for an order. In the afternoon, as there was no other maid around, the prince shouted:

"Bicho de Palha! Bring me a basin of water..."

Bicho de Palha took the basin and the prince washed his face. Afterwards, everyone went to the ball, some to dance and others to watch.

Being alone in her dark room, Bicho de Palha took off her cloak, took her wand and commanded, as the old lady had taught her:

"My magic wand! For the gift that God gave you, give me a silver carriage and a dress the color of the field with all its flowers."

Words spoken, the silver carriage, coachmen and servants appeared, a complete dress, from the diadem to the field-colored shoes with all their flowers. Bicho de Palha got dressed, took the carriage and went to the ball where he caused a sensation.

The prince immediately came to greet her and only danced with her, not allowing the other young men to approach her.

He confessed that he was impressed and asked where she lived. Bicho de Palha taught:

"I live on Basin Street..."

At exactly midnight, on the pretext of going to breathe the fresh air, the girl ran to her carriage which disappeared down the road. The prince was inconsolable and left the party soon after.

The other day, at the palace, the maids told Bicho de Palha about the events of the ball and about the mysterious princess who had the most beautiful outfit and the most beautiful face of the night.

The prince had dispatched many servants to look for Basin Street, but they all returned without knowing anything. That afternoon, the prince asked Bicho de Palha for a towel.

When everyone left for the party, Bicho de Palha took the wand and obtained a golden carriage and a dress the color of the sea with all its fish. He got dressed and went to the ball palace.

As soon as she entered, everyone recognized her and hailed her as the most elegant, graceful and friendly. The prince never left her side, talking, dancing, asking a thousand questions. He insisted on the girl's address.

"I no longer live on Basin Street, but on Towel Street. I moved today." It happened like the first night. Bicho de Palha invented an excuse and got into the carriage that ran like crazy.

The prince also left and spent the next day sighing and ordering the whole city to look for the Towel Street.

Bicho de Palha listened to the enthusiastic impressions of the servants in the kitchen, all talking about the prince's passion and the beauty of the girl.

On the afternoon of that day, the prince asked Bicho de Palha for a comb. Finding herself alone in the palace, Bicho de Palha invoked the power of the magic wand and received a carriage of diamonds and a dress the color of the sky with all its stars.

Entering the ballroom, Bicho de Palha received the greetings as if she were a queen. No one had ever seen such an attractive girl and such a rare dress.

The prince walked behind her like a shadow, serving her and asking everything, crazy with love. Bicho de Palha said that she had moved to Comb Street, permanently. And they danced a lot.

Close to midnight, knowing that it was the time when the girl disappeared as if she were enchanted, the prince called his servants and ordered an excavation to be opened near the palace gate, waiting for the carriage to stop.

This, however, did not happen, Bicho de Palha jumped into the carriage and it took off like lightning, jumping over the ditch, but the jolt was so sudden that one of Bicho de Palha's shoes, thrown outside the door, was lost. A servant found it and took it to the prince, who was very pleased.

Everyone looked for Comb Street in the city.

The prince decided to find the girl another way. He ordered the shoe to be taken to every house, putting it on everyone's feet.

Whoever wore it perfectly, neither loose nor tight, would be the charming girl at the dances. The servants walked up and down the street, putting shoes on the feet of the young women and the old women.

None of them could take a single step with him on their feet. The servants returned to the palace and tried putting tits on the maids and nurses. Anything.

Finally, a servant in charge remembered that Bicho de Palha had not been invited to wear the cute shoes. They all laughed, but, so that the prince wouldn't accuse them of having left someone to wear the shoe, they sent for Bicho de Palha, as a reason to laugh, and told him to try it on.

Bicho de Palha, with her wand in hand, asked that the dress from the third night of the party appear on her body, beneath the straw cape.

The prince came to watch.

Bicho de Palha, surrounded by laughing servants, put his foot into the shoe and it fit her perfectly.

Then she stretched out his other foot and everyone saw that he was wearing shoes just like the first.

They could hardly believe what they saw, when the straw fell and the beautiful girl from the three balls appeared, with the dress the color of the sky with all the stars, the diadem with the diamond moon, everything shining like the very stars of the firmament.

The prince rushed in hugging her and calling for his mother so she could meet her future daughter-in-law.

They got married soon.

Bicho de Palha told her story, and the magic wand, fulfilling the wishes of the old lady, who was Our Lady, disappeared, leaving them very happy on earth.

#cinderella #folklore #folktales #fairy tales #fantasy #literature #brazil

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ninjaneonleon · 9 months

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Odile’s confession

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The day by the lake had to be one of Donnie’s favourites. Leo, in his crow form, never left Donnie’s side for even a moment. He perched on Donnie’s back, flew laps around him and even performed tricks in the air when Donnie found himself getting bored. And the best part was, Donnie remembered every moment of the past few days. There was no haze, no confusion, he didn’t even need to worry about his notice board or his bracelet, it was all still there. Odette’s soul, though, Donnie knew she had forgotten. Submitted to the harsh reset. Maybe because Donnie now had his own twin supporting him, maybe that was why he was unaffected and why Odette was.

Leo got more fidgety when the sun started setting. He stopped being so playful and went and hid in his tree, letting out small warning caws at Donnie when he approached. Something was making him uncomfortable. Was he scared? Was he worried about how he’d react when he changed back? Donnie wasn’t sure but he desperately wanted to help his twin. Still, Leo wanted space so Donnie gave it to him.

When the moon rose, Donnie instantly made his way over to Leo’s willow tree. Surely Leo’s curse worked the same as Donnie’s did, surely he’d be fine. He had Donnie to support his memory, and he was strong and wilful anyway. He’d be able to power through anything that Von Rothbart could throw at him.

Leo wasn’t visible in the branches, not as a bird or as a dancer.

“Leo?” He called, worry starting to prickle along his wings.

“That’s not my name.” Leo’s voice hissed behind him. Donnie stumbled forwards, falling the the shore as something hit his shell. When Donnie turned and looked up, Leo stood above him.

Leo’s eyes blazed blue, a deep cerulean that matched his former mask but was a far cry from his previous heterochromia. His skin was an even deeper green than before and his markings stood out even more vividly. Donnie was certain that Leo’s yellow stripes were now edged in red as well. His expression was hateful and angry but confident.

“You know who I am. Don’t confuse me for Leo,” Leo snarled. “I’m not so weak as he was.”

Donnie was on his feet in an instant. Leo’s curse had gotten stronger, somehow. Was his soul merging faster with Odile’s? That shouldn’t be possible, it took Donnie years to get to his current point, Leo shouldn’t be so far gone so quickly. Donnie had to do something.

“Odile?” He asked hesitantly. Maybe appealing to her soul would help Leo.

Leo’s scowl deepened. “Don’t call me that,” he hissed, stepping closer to Donnie threateningly. “Don’t call me what- what she named me. I am Leandro. That’s the name that I chose.” Donnie was certain he saw the flash of tears in the corner of Leo’s eyes. “I respect you enough to call you Othello, I deserve the same respect now.”

“Le— Leoandro, what’s wrong?” Donnie didn’t understand. Why was Odile’s soul so angry?

Leo turned and walked further into the lake.

“It doesn’t matter. Come out to the water so we can get this over with. I won’t lose to you again.” Leo’s voice was much more curt, more abrupt now. He sounded like he was in pain. “I’ll get that treasure from the lake for Father and you won’t stop me.”

Donnie didn’t move from the shore.

“No. I won’t fight you.” Donnie wouldn’t let Leo or Odile or whoever he was talking to bait him. He wouldn’t fight his twin again. “Something’s wrong. Let me help—“

“Oh, like you helped when you left?” Leo snapped, not looking back. “Like you helped when Father took me and Mother took you? Like you helped when Father realised I was better at magic than you so I was useful?”

Leo turned, tears streaming down his face but a cruel smile on his lips. “Poor, poor Othello. Always a crybaby, always Mother’s favourite.” He swayed a little where he stood, almost unstable on the silvery roots that supported him. “Such a beautiful dancer but so useless otherwise. No magic and so weak. I might not have been as good a dancer as you but at least Father wanted to keep me, at least I was useful. It doesn’t matter that Mother took you away and you never came back for me, that you didn’t even say goodbye. It doesn’t matter because Mother never came back either. At least Father kept me close, trained me in magic so I could find you and bring you home so he could punish you for leaving me all alone!”

Leo was panting by the time he finished. His eyes widened as he realised what he said and his wings spread. Not a moment later, he was gone, flying off into the forest and leaving Donnie to process what he had just learned.

Odile had been left alone with Von Rothbart. She didn’t know that he had been planning on destroying Odette. Odile just thought she had been abandoned again. First by Ilma when she had favoured Odette and then again by her twin when she never came home. Donnie’s heart ached and Odette’s soul screamed in pain.

Donnie had to find Leo.

He ignored the sounds of people arriving at his lake, he ignored the calls behind him. Donnie spread his wings and shot into the air.

He had to find his twin and fast. Who knows what would happen if the Crow found Leo again, especially if he was empty handed. Odette’s fear at even the thought of that overtook any rational thinking that Donnie could have applied.

Donnie didn’t have to go far. He heard familiar sounding sobs in a treetop near the lake. Thank the stars.

He landed nearby, listening and seeing if he could figure out how to help. Emotions weren’t his forte, or Odette’s. She felt too strongly and Donnie struggled with voicing what he felt. Listening for what Leo, or in this case Odile, was going through might give him some insight.

“Stupid twin,” Leo muttered through his sobs. “Just because he’s so beautiful and so talented doesn’t mean that he can just get away with— with everything. I don’t know why I even bother trying to be fair. He never was. Mother always loved him more. Father— Father knew I was useful. But he’s gonna love me. I’ll bring him home and Father will be proud of me properly. I’ll be a proper crow and not this stupid black swan anymore. I’ll be like him and I won’t be the worst twin anymore.”

Donnie didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t think of how to make any of this better.

So he didn’t think. Instead, he flew up to Leo’s branch and perched nearby.

“Mother loved you too, you know,” he murmured, not flinching when Leo gasped and shuffled backwards. “She loved you so much. But she also knew that because Father was interested in your magic, you’d be safe. I wasn’t.”

“Why wouldn’t you be safe?” Leo spat, scrambling to his feet. “You were basically perfect. Perfect and graceful and beautiful. A perfect swan.” His eyes became an even brighter blue as Odile surfaced even more.

“But not a perfect assistant.” Donnie let himself fade a little into his connection with Odette. She needed to speak to her twin, not Donnie. “We both changed back during the day. And I couldn’t help with any magic. Mother kept me close to protect me, not because she didn’t love you.”

“Father wouldn’t hurt you. He wouldn’t hurt us.” Leo insisted.

“And yet, he’s forcing you to be something you’re not. You’re not a crow. You’re a swan. A beautiful, graceful, elegant black swan.” Donnie found himself smiling softly. “My twin who I love dearly. And I’ve missed you so much, Leandro.”

Leo teared up again, staring at Donnie for a moment before launching himself towards him. He clung to Donnie and sobbed, his wings drooping.

“I’ve— I’ve missed you too! When Mother left with you, Father said it was because you didn’t love us anymore!” He wailed, curling as close as he possibly could. Donnie just wrapped his arms around Leo and stroked his shell. “I just wanted it to stop hurting. I don’t wanna fight you.”

“Then we won’t fight,” Donnie promised softly. “C’mon, let’s go back to the lake and we can talk properly, yeah? We can get cozy under our tree and we can figure this out.” Leo nodded mutely, nuzzling closer to Donnie.

After a moment longer, once he had calmed down a little, he spoke again. “Othello? Why is everything blurry? I don’t feel like myself at all.”

“Because there is a lot going on, Leandro. Just trust me when I say this: we’ll figure it out. Like we always did when we were kids. And I promise, I won’t ever leave you again.”

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Another part so soon? I know, shocker. But the plot bunnies woke up today and chose violence and so give you angst!

Edit: part 8

Swanatello belongs to @tangledinink

Crownardo belongs to @dryad-druid

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jesterballs · 6 months

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Another rottmnt Donnie brain dump? Yes. Deal with it /j

Villain!Reader x Donatello — Wild Card

You looked at the turtle mutant in front of you and scowled. He was so.. sarcastic! And annoying!..ly cute. But you would never admit that.

You and him had pretty weird fights, ending up on the floor and practically wrestling each other.

This time was no different, of course.

You pounced at him, pining him to the ground with your foot on his chest. Although he could have very easily push you off, he didn't.

You raised your kunai, but paused when he saw the faint blush dusting his cheeks. When you noticed, you laughed at him.

“Oh my, Othello. Getting flustered at the thought of death?” You teased him, bringing down your kunai to it's sheath strapped against your belt.

“Wha— Buh- I- TOMFOOLERY!” Donatello spat out embarrassedly.

You snickered and poked his shoulder with your nail. “Hah, Loser. Imagine.” You sneered.

He gave you the stink eye and pouted. He pushed you, making you fall on top of him. That was not his plan at all.

He stiffened. You immediately scrambled off him, hissing like a cat. You crossed your arm and pulled out a card, that was very badly painted to say “Wild Card.”

“I- I'M CALLING WILD CARD! UNFAIR, OTHELLO!” You shouted like a toddler.

“Now who's getting all flustered?” Donatello asked with a smug grin, sitting up.

You scoffed. “I should flick your five head for that, but I'm feeling fairly kind right now.” You said, standing up and fixing your suit.

Yes, you wore a suit. It was your outfit of choice as a villain. It was a black suit, and you always wore a red tie.

You adjusted your mask and smirked. “Hah, sike,” You said, flicking him.

“You’re so immature,” He scoffed, sweeping you off your feet with his tech bō.

You gasped and brought him down with you as you fell. “You roach!”

Donatello gasped dramatically and started wrestling you again.

Your bun came undone and you grunted, your elbows hitting the concrete as Donatello pinned you to the ground, his bō to your neck, forcing your chin up a bit to look him in the eye.

“Checkmate,” He said smugly.

“Bitch I'm a card master, not a dang Chess bitch.” You said sarcastically.

#rottmnt is so silly #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #omg he is so hot i wanna smooch him #it gets kinda spicy ngl #wild card #rottmnt #jesterballs #i love myself #teehee #im so normal

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attheexactlyrighttimeandplace · 10 months

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Inspired by this list made by @lettersfromthelighthouse

If I could only keep 20 of the books I currently own...

Things Fall Apart - Chinua Achebe

Children of the Alley - Naguib Mahfouz

Black skin, White Mask - Frantz Fanon

Pedagogy of the Oppressed - Paolo Freire

The Left Hand of Darkness - Ursula K. Le Guin

The Dispossessed - Ursula K. Le Guin

Earthsea - Ursula K. Le Guin

2001 Space Odyssey - Arthur C. Clark

Fictions - Jorge Luis Borges

The Book of Disquiet - Fernando Pessoa

Waiting for Godot - Samuel Beckett

The Crusades through Arab Eyes - Amin Maalouf

The Silmarillion- J.R.R. Tolkien

Antigonick- Anne Carson

One Thousand and One Nights - Anonymous

The Illiad - Homer

The Odyssey - Homer

Othello - William Shakespeare

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking Glass - Lewis Carroll

Sonnets from the Portuguese - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I wouldn't keep the classics that i loved and still love to read because i'm trying to decolonize my mind from the influence of the white male western writers (especially the french ones) : so no place for Les Misérables, Night Flight, Moby Dick or more Shakespeare's plays etc...

Tagging without pressure of course @literatureandtrees @teainthegarden @b3tweenworlds @queenmeriadoc @starlady66 @ichabodjane @autumnmobile12 @helenvader @verecunda @ibrividi

#This list is still too white and don't have enough women but 20 books is very little #books recommendations #ask games #i want to see everyone's lists to know your favourites but friends don't feel pressured: it's ok in all cases #booklr

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npwd hours. have some fun facts

(this will definitely be added to/updated later)

Raph (Red) (he/she)

literally the only one who doesn't wear clothes (outside of his shorts/mask)

still does the Red Angel of Preventing Harm thing

splinter... wasn't doing great for a good while after the mutation happened (esp since on top of everything in canon he ALSO lost three of his kids)

when raph was around eight or so though he got very very sick and almost died. she tried to take care of herself because she assumed splinter wouldn't, but could only do so much. thankfully splinter found out before it was too late and was able to save her. it was a pretty good wakeup call and while he's still super depressed he's been much more present since then

Leo (Leon) (he/him)

growing up with hypno (and eventually warren) did nothing but increase his flair for the dramatic and love of magic

he was 100% hypno's assistant for shows a lot of the time. the turtle thing was passed off as a 'costume'

knows ALL the best magic tricks

warren came along when leo was around five or six

when hypno and warren got mutated they (obviously) couldn't keep their jobs so they took to doing crimes to get money. small crimes because they don't want to be a bad influence on leo but they also do need the money to put a roof over his head

they do try to hide the fact that they do crimes from leo. he absolutely knows but he lets them think he doesn't

they have thrown hands with raph on more than one occasion. raph did start going a bit easier on them after one of them mentioned at some point they had a kid at home. raph Does Not Know that said kid is leo

Donnie (Othello) (he/they)

lives in an apartment. No Space for a lab. he wants one SO BAD.

still tinkers a lot and fixes things around the house with what he can find

the o'neils have the best wifi in the state of new york

they did create shelldon! he's stuck in donnie's computer though - not enough resources to build a body

likes fashion and dresses up for fun sometimes but wears the hoodie most of the time bc it's familiar/safe

no battle shell really... they do have a fake shell but it's more for storage than anything else since they don't get in fights. like a backpack basically

no gauntlet thingy, no magic goggles - he does have noise cancelling headphones he keeps in his shellpack

they do have goggles for work (for eye protection) just not the 3d glasses lookin goggles they have in canon

Mikey (Mike) (he/she/they)

VERY in tune with his mystics (trained by draxum)

LOVES skateboarding. badgered draxum into having a skate ramp installed for them

doesn't hate humanity (and has even managed to soften draxum up a bit. not much but a bit) and actually thinks a lot of their stuff is super cool

mutating the humans was the compromise she and draxum came to rather than killing them. she doesn't see a problem with it bc 'it's better than killing all of them'

morals are a bit... looser than canon mikey's due to draxum's influence

take your kid to work day more like [draxum voice] someone will die. [mikey voice] of fun!

But Also: aww little guy - oh he's a bit fucked up actually

sneaks up to the surface sometimes to do graffiti. has ABSOLUTELY been seen more than once but thinks she's so sneaky

draxum wasn't the best at first (treated mikey like a warrior rather than a kid) but he got better. he's a good dad now

hugin and munin would both kill for her without question

mikey talks about their internet friends enough that draxum is eventually like. ok i will make an exception for three (3) humans because my child likes them

general

they got their colors bc lou jitsu tied scraps of fabric onto them to be able to tell them apart

#talk tag #npwd

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Buried Alive

Title: Buried Alive Day: Whumptober 2023, Day 25 Prompt: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave” Storm/Buried Alive/ “They’re not breathing” Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Word Count: Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: T Characters: Donatello, Leonardo Warning: NA Summary: An encounter with the Purple Dragons has disastrous consequences for Donatello—and he doesn’t just mean the processor that they stole from him. Notes: I wrote this, spell checked it, and posted it. It’s past 1:30 AM. Let’s hope this is good. AO3 || ff.net

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Buried Alive

This was not good. This was very much not good. On the scale of not good things, with the highest point being attacked and trapped in a tidal wave of beach balls and the lowest being having to listen to Nardo prattle on about how awesome he was right before Donny turned on the noise cancelling feature on his headphones, this was above the beach balls.

Way above the beach balls.

Maybe, for once, just for this time, Donny should have listened to Leo. But the allure of new components was so strong. Donny had to go see if he could get that Ultraspeed 20WARP Refined Lithium Processor from the Supercomputer that the Nakamura company was dumping. He knew that he wasn’t the only one who was eyeing it, and he needed to get there before anyone else did so that he could get his hands on it.

He should have expected that the Purple Dragons would be there, too.

He had been blinded by his enthusiasm for the new tech, and he hadn’t been paying the attention that he should have—which is how he ended up in this situation.

Donny had managed to get a hold of the processor and was flying away with his prize when, out of nowhere, he had been shot out of the sky. Fortunately, he hadn’t been very high, but landing had not been fun, as junkyards were not know for being soft and squishy. It had obviously been planned, though, as he, as soon as he had landed, then Kendra and her ilk had attacked him. At first, he had been doing fairly well, managing to keep the processor from them, or to get it back from them.

And then? Then one of her lackies had hit him with the scoop of an excavator, knocking him into a pit. Donny had landed painfully on his back, and barely had time to rollover on his side before a scoop of dirt fell on him. It was only seconds later that more dirt had been pushed on him. He’d barely been able to press the emergency button on his belt before a pile of dirt and other debris rained down on him, pinning him down and burying him.

“Ha! Thanks for the processor, Othello! Hope you enjoy being buried alive!” Kendra called. “To bad you’re not going to look perfect for your grave!”

“Oh, screw you, Kendra!” Donny yelled out, and then immediately had to cough as dirt fell in his mouth. His battleshell was still somewhat functional, and he managed to get one of his mechanical arms to move, bringing a facemask with his emergency oxygen supply to his face. He vaguely heard rumbling above him and hoped that it wasn’t the Purple Dragons dumping more on top of him. The debris had created a very small pocket that he could hopefully maneuver around in to work on getting himself out, but if they dumped more on top of him, it might crush him or fill up that space. If it filled up the space that would be very, very bad.

When no pressure came, Donny attempted to wiggle around, seeing if he could move around. His legs seemed pretty solidly trapped, but he had a little room to work his arms around. He explored the area as best he could, but there wasn’t much room for him to move around. There wasn’t much that he could do, and Donny laid his head back, thinking.

Okay, okay. He was trapped under a pile of debris and dirt. His legs were trapped with no wiggle room. There was limited space around his torso, which meant that he could breathe, but he was still limited in his movement. He had an oxygen mask, so he could keep dirt from falling in his mouth and throat. And he had managed to press his emergency button, so his brothers should be here soon.

So, all he had to do was wait.

Just wait.

Yep.

There was another rumble above him, and Donny suddenly realized what it was. It wasn’t a bulldozer waiting to push more stuff on him. No, it was a rumble of thunder. Donny suddenly remembered how cloudy the skies had looked, and the weather reports he had read earlier this week, and his eyes widened in shock.

Donny moved as much as he could, scrambling to try to find a way to start digging himself out of there. There was very little space to move the dirt he would be digging through, but he didn’t see that he had much of a choice. If the rain poured and turned that dirt to mud, and the mud flowed down around him, it would flow into every nook and cranny, taking up all of the space—including the space he had to breathe. It would constrict around his chest, as he exhaled, and leave him no room to inhale.

He had to get out of here.

The thunder rumbled overhead, and Donny dug faster, hoping that somehow, he could, at the least, free up enough room to make himself a pocket that he wouldn’t get crushed in. But as the rain poured down and the dirt started to turn into mud, he wasn’t sure if he was going to have enough time.

~*~

“You sure it’s coming from somewhere over here?” Raph asked.

Leo huffed a little and rolled his eyes. “For the last time, Raph, yes, I am! I know I’m not our beloved genius, but I can read a tracker.”

“But I don’t see him anywhere,” Raph said, frowning.

“What if his tracker got knocked off?” Mikey asked.

“His trackers are under our skin,” Leo muttered, squinting at the screen, trying to see it clearly through the pouring rain.

Mikey gasped dramatically. “What if his skin got knocked off?”

That brought all sorts of lovely images to his brain, and Leo pushed them to the side. “Highly unlikely, mi hermano,” he said as he walked a little further. “More likely that Dontron has lost himself in a pile of junk.”

“Yeah,” Raph said. “Like that time we played a really intense game of hide and seek, and Don saw something he wanted under the cushions and pillows we had stacked up, and they fell on him, and we didn’t find him for, like, three hours.”

Leo frowned as he looked at the screen. He should be right on top of Don. But his brother wasn’t here. Wait—

Leo whirled around. “Under the cushions and pillows—He’s here! He’s under here!” Leo said, looking down at the pile of junk and mud under his feet. “He’s—oh no.”

The mud—that was bad, that was very, very bad.

“Leo?” Raph questioned.

“We’ve got to dig him out—now!” Leo dropped to his knees and began scooping away as much mud as he could.

In seconds, Raph and Mikey jumping in to help.

Raph lit up his ninpo. “I can just scoop everything out! We’ll get him out quicker that way!”

“No!” Leo said. “No, if we move too much, we could shift things and hurt Donny. We need to move quickly, but carefully. Scoop out only the mud! We’ll need to dig out the junk. Mikey, I’m going to need you to be ready to support anything large in here. We don’t need it to slip down. I’m going to move what I can with my portals.”

Mikey and Raph nodded, and the three brothers got to work. They moved quickly, operating under Leo’s direction, careful in moving things, but working with a sense of urgency. Every foot that they dug without finding Donny sent Leo’s worry skyrocketing up again, and every slip of debris fed his growing, if hidden, panic. It wasn’t until they were near the bottom of the pit that Raph stopped suddenly.

“I hit something—and it ain’t mud or metal.”

“Move,” Leo said, and rushed to where Raph was. He dug through the mud, and stopped for half a second when he found a green arm. “It’s him! Mikey, keep holding that stuff up until we pull him out! Raph, help me dig!”

They worked quickly, digging out as much of Donny as they could. Leo kept note of what he could do as they did. Donny’s skin still had warmth to it, which was encouraging. He wasn’t moving, though, which was discouraging. He had clearly been in a little pocket of some sort, which meant that maybe he had been able to breathe. And the oxygen mask was a relief too.

And then Leo realized that Donny wasn’t breathing.

Leo cursed. Donny was still stuck tight in the mud. His legs were trapped under something, and his battle shell felt like it was suctioned in. Leo made a split-second decision.

He reached for the clasps on the battleshell, undoing them. “He’s not breathing! Raph, get his legs free! Mikey, pull on these beams for all your worth!”

Raph got under the beams and Mikey’s chains wrapped around them almost simultaneously. Leo ripped the oxygen mask off of Donny’s face and, as soon as his legs were free, he pulled his twin out of the mud. Almost too fast to see, Leo had a sword out, creating a portal and jumping through it with Donny. They came through next to Mikey, but Leo didn’t spare his little brother a second look.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Leo said as he positioned Don on the ground and felt for a pulse. There wasn’t one. “You’re not allowed to die on me!”

Compressions on a mutant turtle were not the easiest thing to do. Leo and Donny had long ago worked out the best way to theoretically do them, but this was the first practical application of it. Leo pushed, and pushed hard, knowing that he had to push hard to get through the plastron. It was hard, but Leo wasn’t about to give up.

“Mikey, as soon as Raph safe, get ready to breathe for me!”

Breathing wasn’t necessarily a part of CPR anymore, as getting the heart beating and blood flowing was the most important aspect, but since Leo had someone who could breathe for Don while he was doing compressions, he wasn’t going to turn it down.

Dimly, Leo heard Raph climb out of the pit and hurry up behind him, although he paid the bigger turtle no mind—at least, not until he spoke.

“Leo!” Raph said “Leo, I got his battleshell out I didn’t know if it could help—”

Leo turned around a swiped the battleshell from Raph’s hands. “Breathe, Mikey!” he said, as he searched through the damaged device for the one thing Donny had agreed to put in every battleshell. It didn’t take Leo long to find the shock pads, and he pulled them out without hesitation.

“Back away!” he said, and placed the pads precisely where he wanted them. Pulling back, he pressed the button to deliver the electricity, and watched as his zapped through his brother’s body. He reached to see if he could find a pulse, listen for his heart or breathing, but there was nothing. Leo pressed the button again, watching as his brother’s body stiffened with the shock.

This time when Leo checked, there was a pulse. It was not very strong, but it was there. And, thankfully, Leo could see the rise and fall of Donny’s chest again. He was breathing. Leo fumbled with the oxygen mask, seeing that Donny still had some left in it, and pulled it back over his brother’s face.

“Okay,” he said. “Okay. Raph, pick him up as gently as you can. Mikey, pick up the battleshell and stay with Raph. Donny needs that oxygen. I’m going to cut us a portal home and straight to the medbay.”

His brothers nodded, and within seconds they were home, where Leo bellowed for Splinter, and the family began the work of ensuring that Donatello would stay alive.

~*~

It was a few hours later when Donny groaned. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked around, as if trying to figure out what that annoying beeping noise was.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Sleeping Beauty,”

“If I died, the Snow White would be the more apropos princess,” he muttered around the oxygen mask. “What the—what is this for.”

Leonardo leaned into his line of sight. “That’s there because you were Snow White and I didn’t know how much support you might need.”

Donny turned his head to look at his twin, a little confused. “What?”

Leo sighed and began checking over Donny’s vitals. “You weren’t breathing, Don. When we finally dug you out of that pit, you weren’t breathing. I don’t think you had enough room to breath with all of the mud around you.”

“Ah,” Donny said, leaning into the pillows a bit more. “Then my plan to create some space for myself failed. Unfortunate.”

“Unfortunate barely covers it, mi hermano,” Leo said as he sat back down next to Donny’s bedside. “Expect a lot of hovering for the next week or so, at least.”

“A week—”

“You died Donny. I had to shock your heart back. Mikey and Raph saw the whole thing. Dad was here for the aftermath, and April rushed over as soon as we called her.” Leo’s expression softened a little. “Let us worry a bit, alright?”

Donny stared at Leo for a moment, and then huffed. “Fine. But if anyone tries to keep me from either repairing my battleshell or building a new one, they will be on my list.”

Leo grinned and shrugged. “Eh. I’ve been on there enough times. They’ll be fine.”

“You’re never off of it,” Donny shot back.

The two brothers settled into silence for a moment, before Leo asked the question that he’d been wondering the entire time.

“Don—what happened?”

Don sighed, then winced at the pain that caused. “Ah. CPR, I see. I’ll have to consult you later on the effectiveness of it.” He looked up at Leo. “It was the Purple Dragons. I got the processor, but then they shot me out of the sky. We fought, until one of them used the scoop of an excavator to push me in that pit and dump dirt on me. Someone else used a bulldozer to push a lot more dirt and debris on me, and I was trapped. I figured I’d be embarrassed but alright until you all came, but then it started raining. I knew the dirt would turn to mud and tried to protect myself but, well…” he looked down at himself. “Obviously I failed. And they stole my processor!”

Leo just shook his head. That was messed up. Then again, he was suspicious that Kendra was a psychopath. Sometimes he wished that the girl would find out about and cross Big Mama just to see her taken down a peg or two.

Leo put his hand on his twin’s shoulder instead. “Well then, you’d better rest up. Because it sounds like as soon as you’re better, we’ve got a processor to go take back. And you’ll have a whole week to think of revenge plans.”

Donny smirked. “Oh, I already have some ideas.”

“Ohh, do tell!”

Leo settled in to listen to his brother’s plans, until Donny drifted back off to sleep. But that was alright by Leo. After what they had done to Donny, Leo was ready to throw his all into some revenge plans.

For Donny’s honor.

#Whumptober 2023 #no.25 #Buried Alive #TMNT #ROTTMNT #Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #fanfic #Donatello #Leonardo

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Belphegor and Leviathan in my style (plus their color palette).

This is basically how I imagined them in the show (Even if there will be a canon version of them, I'll stick with my own version still bc I'm proud of how they're turns out)

Headcanon of their personality:

Belphegor:

Ruler of the Sloth Ring.

Goes by Belle/Bell.

Insomniac as she has eyebags under her eyes (or at least that's how she believes it. She is not 100% insomniac).

Having messy curly hair and often have hard time combing it, that's why she always keep it messy.

Introvert to Bee's Extrovert.

Shut-in and rarely went outside her realm. Even if she does, she often came out late.

Despite her male look (bc she is a baphomet), Belle is a girl.

Knows all sort of drugs and medicine and hates someone steals her drugs.

Cold and anti social on the outside, friendly to all sinners and demons on the inside.

Often falls asleep all of a sudden.

Leviathan:

Ruler of the Envy Ring.

Goes by Levi/Lev.

Eel/Sea Snake hybrid (In his demon form, he looks like a Sea Serpent and don't ask me why I made him an eel and sea snake hybrid. I thought it would be cool).

Circus Role: Knife thrower.

Wears mask on his right face (I was inspirated by Phantom of the Opera), it is still remains a mystery whether it is part of his face or not.

Chill but also moody.

Hates Mammon.

Knows when someone is jealous.

Hates when someone is mocking him for being better than him.

Catchphrase, "I hate it when anyone is better at something that I do."

Besties with Belle and Hozuki (My impsona)

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Their Outfit Inspiration:

Belle's outfit and style was inspirated by Othello's outfit and Levi's outfit and style was inspirated by Undertaker Riddle (Levi might look simple, but he wore nice suit inside his long coat which made anyone jealous of his look) .

Their voice claim, especially when singing:

I know I used Japanese Seiyuu bc I watched Hazbin Hotel in JP Dub

#helluva boss belphegor #helluva boss leviathan #helluverse oc #helluva boss #belphegor #leviathan #i still don't know how satan looks like #maybe i will mixed his canon with my style #since we probably going to see his canon look

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Tell me about your 3 original fiction stories!!! Are they all horror? The names sound like it but I wanna know more!

so because i answered a little bit prior about Owl Falls i'll give a snippet for this one! (This is unedited)

Dakota’s mind stopped when he saw it.

In the cockpit, nearly hidden by shadows but lit enough by the dim flicker of the flame, was a mask. But not just any old mask… the mask of the most wanted criminal in North America. It was off-white from age and old blood, a streak across the nose and forehead from what looked like a gruesome kill. It was flat, the nose pointed down, made to look like a beak, the eyes wide. The Owl. His heart skipped a beat, maybe two, as he pushed himself away from the body.

Standing back, he could see the oh so very slow rise and fall of the man’s chest. Not just any man. The Owl. How many kills were under his belt? How many times had Dakota heard the code name crackle through the radio? And here he was, laying in a pile of slush; pale, bloody, injured, broken, on the brink of death… breathing.

Dakota wasn’t sure how long he stared at The Owl, watching him breathe. He couldn’t figure out his thoughts. Leave him to die? Dakota could already feel the trauma of letting someone die and rot in the woods, no matter how rotten of a person they were. Bring him back? Heal him up? Let the authorities take him? Would he even confirm his identity? Wouldn’t he try to escape? Well… not with that ankle he wouldn’t.

The turmoil in his head was getting overwhelming.

And despite it all: Dakota refused to leave a man to die. No matter the atrocities he committed.

The Untitled Slasher one, I beeeliiiieeevvveeee !!! you actually saw me draw the main character for it way back when in the server: Shane. But this one is still just a concept. But it's heavily inspired by Freddy 2, actually. In the concept of how much are the murders the main character and how much of them are the Slasher behind the mask. It would follow Shane, who is a cryptid hunter/camp counselor in the 90's as he's helping to clean up camp and reset it up between camp sessions. It's here he comes across a masked man in the woods that he grows a soft relationship with. And during this time, he starts to lose his mind over things people are saying, what theyre doing, and its a slow descent into him thinking he's waking up with blood on his hands when one of his fellow counselors is found dead or goes missing, and the constant control thats leaking into him from the masked man. its a *concept* rn. it defo needs some passes, and defo needs some work.

The Black Box is actually a cyber-punk sci-fi short I wrote that I wanted to develop more into something a bit more. It's defo out of my comfort zone for what I normally write in genre's, but I still enjoyed the characters I created for it (Rook, Stranger, and Tiger Othello). That one focuses on Rook, a hired thief by Tiger Othello to obtain a black box. Once she has it, she starts getting hunted down by Tiger Othello's men, realizing this was a set-up. In her escape, she meets Stranger, an interesting mind inside of a robotic body that she's yet to figure out. But they have secrets and information about Tiger Othello and the two team up to get unframed while uncovering some deeper secrets. I beliieeeve you've also seen the art of that one!

#asks #my writing #my work #original content

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 3 months

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Moonlight & Fang Ch. 5

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Ari

For as long as I can remember, I have always forged my own path. A lone wolf. Going against the traditions ingrained in me as a pup.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy the company of other wolves. My knot can more than attest to that. I just like the freedom to come and go as I please. Living in the shadows, affords me a means of which to protect himself and help other supernaturals, born and bitten, get to safety when their lives are in danger.

Having safely delivered a young Firbolg back into the arms of their mother. I was left to my own devices once more. I had been exploring the vast forest of what was rumored to be cursed land.

These woods may be dark and ominous, but I felt an ease wash over me as I crossed through its threshold and set foot upon its soil.

My wolf, who is normally pacing back and forth, unable to settle, is oddly calm the deeper I go. A steady glow in the distance catches my attention. As the wind makes its way through the trees, it carries with it a myriad of scents, coming from the direction of the light.

Four distinct scents to be precise. One of which has my wolf perking up, wanting to play. I can smell that the scents are mingled together. Three males mixed in with a very strong female. Most likely Alpha’s and their Omega. Mates. Pack. I should turn away and go on about my business; but my stubborn wolf is pushing me forward.

I watch the group from the shadows. The female’s beauty is unparalleled. Draped in black, like myself, from head to toe. A perfect matching set, if I do say so myself. I’m not one for sharing though. So I will have to challenge the head alpha.

Too bad there doesn't seem to be one. They naturally follow her. What a powerful Omega she must be. I can sense she is much more than just a wolf and I’m dying to know what that is.

Selene

I can sense the eyes of a wolf, an Alpha to be specific, observing us from the protection of the shadows. As much as he is trying to mask his scent, the notes of sandalwood, black tea and pepper fill my lungs as I inhale deeply. The way it meshes with ours has my wolf ready to perfume the air.

It looks as if another mate has found their way to me. It’s been only months since Sy and I bonded. The fates must be smiling upon us for our paths to cross so soon. You won’t find me complaining.

Time for this game of hide and seek to come to an end. “Are you going to brood in the shadows all night or are you going to join us?”

A tense moment passes as my mates look at me like I'm crazy, talking to the trees. Or maybe they think I'm taunting Othello. That is until a figure emerges from the darkness. Shrouded in black, a hood obscuring his face.

“I didn’t want to impose. I’m not much of the group setting type.”

“A lone wolf.” I tease. “How fitting. Removed from the shadows yet still remaining hidden behind swaths of fabric.”

“If you wish to see my face, you need only ask little one.” He states. Charm oozing from his pores with every word.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” Dean quips.

“Quite.” Jax agrees.

I close the distance between and this new wolf. I have nothing to fear here. This he may be charismatic and based off of his build, most likely skilled with a weapon. But he never would have made it this far into my land if it was with malice intent.

I smile my sweetest of smiles, and place my hands behind my back. Effectively placing my ample breasts on display. “Would you be so kind as to remove your hood, solitarius lupus?”

I watch on as his hands push the well crafted fabric off of his head. Revealing a bearded jaw, cerulean eyes, and longish brown hair that I would love to run my fingers through. I am so captivated by his looks that I almost forget how to breathe.

“Not what I was expecting under there.” Sy mumbles under his breath.

“I have too memorable a face to allow myself to walk freely without cover. Being able to be invisible is necessary in my line of work.” He calmly states.

“I’d ask you what that line of work is, but I’m sure I’d have to pay for that information. Right now we have more pressing things to address.”

“And those are?”

“I’m pretty certain your wolf has a strong idea of what it might be.”

“Let me guess. It has something to do with your rousing scent.”

“My scent makes your wolf all warm and fuzzy does it?”

“He’s practically foaming at the mouth.”

“Good. You're right where the fates deem you to be.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Because, like you, I was a lone wolf for a long time. Until the fates brought them to me." I wave my hand in the direction of my pack. "Each tested to ensure they were worthy of a mate such as I.”

“So I am to be tested?” He queries.

“It is not mandatory. The choice is yours to make. Prove your worth and fulfill your destiny. Or walk away and be left wondering what could have been.”

“Say I accept. What challenge would I face?”

“Need to see all the angles before making a decision, I see.” I tilt my head. Almost as if in thought. When my wolf and I knew from the moment we sensed him in the shadows what his test would entail.

“Something like that.” He responds.

“A game of agility and wills.” I declare. “One dagger each. The first to draw the others blood along their blade is the victor. And may do with the loser as they please.”

A cocky smile crosses his face. “Challenge accepted.”

Ari

“Excellent.” Her plump lips, up turn in a devilish smirk. She takes her pointer finger, nail elongated into a thick black claw, and slides it down her thigh. Forming a tear in the fabric of her dress, to which she grabs and tears down to the hem. Repeating the process to the other leg. Allowing for freedom of movement I can only guess.

Upon the bronzed skin of her right thigh, sits a leather sheath. So the little Omega was at the ready far before I made my way here. This may be more interesting than I thought.

I watch with rapt attention as she removes the weapon from its well worn home.

The blade, black as midnight, has a broad, warped cross-guard. An elaborate coil of mixed metals on each side. Which makes it both balanced and capable of protecting the user's hands against any sliding sword.

This weapon wasn't created by just any blacksmith. The hilt is adorned in black and red leather and a fairly small black pommel is decorated with precious gems. Fine details which prove how carefully this weapon was crafted.

It fits perfectly in her delicate hands.

I remove my own dagger from its hiding place tucked between my belt. The blade itself is bare. No decorations or engraved patterns. A sheathed sword has a hidden blade and a sword in use will be dirty and bloody, so only the hilt needs decorations. And mine is dressed in the runes of my ancestors. Offering protection in battle.

As the moonlight shines down upon us, she stands draped in a flowing black dress. Ready to engage in an intense duel with a skilled adversary. Her amber eyes gleaming with determination as she clasps the hilt of her dagger.

The stakes are high, for the first drop of crimson spilled upon the ground shall proclaim the victor.

The air crackles with anticipation as our blades dance with deadly precision, weaving a tapestry of swift strikes and agile parries. Both of us, fueled by a burning desire to prove their prowess, move swiftly.

Her body is an embodiment of grace and strength.

The clash of metal resonates through the trees, as if nature itself holds her breath, witnessing the outcome of this exhilarating contest. With every move, her determination intensifies. Her movements become a mesmerizing display of artistry.

In this fateful duel, honor, skill, and destiny intertwine.

Somehow she manages to seize a split-second advantage. With a swift and calculated strike, she swivels beneath my raised bicep and grazes the flesh beneath my chin. Drawing forth a small but decisive flow of scarlet.

The duel ends, the goddess before me standing triumphant, chest heaving from the exhilaration of battle. Her victory, a testament to her unwavering skill and indomitable spirit.

I lower my weapon. “It takes great skill to be able to best me. With no use of magic at that.” I step forward, decreasing the space between us even more. “I am nothing, if not a man of my word. To the victor go the spoils. What is it you want of me, little one?”

Selene

“Now what could I possibly want from a lone wolf such as you.” I lick his still warm blood from my blade and tap it against my chin. “You do taste oh so lovely. I think I would like some more along my tongue.” I lunge forward with my beloved dagger. Made especially for me by my favorite blacksmith as a testament to our love and bond.

I give him a fresh cut just above his clavicle, as I allow my blade to render his shirt to shreds. The crimson pooling at the base of his neck. Standing on my tip-toes, hands gripping his waist, I am able to lean forward and suck on the wound. As I pull myself closer, I become aware of a very prominent thickness pushing against my hips.

“Seems I’m not the only one who enjoyed that wolf.” I take a half a step back and look him in his soulful blue eyes. “Before I claim my true prize, I need know of your name.”

“Why?” He questions.

“Because I want to know who’s name to scream to the gods about who is providing me the utmost pleasure of course.” I bite my bottom lip.

“Ari.”

“Ari. Mmm. Rolls right off the tongue.” I let my hand wander down his chest until I reach his rather large bulge. Allowing my fingers to trace the outline of his cock. “Now, are you going to be a good wolf and let me have my way with you, unchallenged.” I quirk my brow.

He narrows his eyes at me . “I surrender to no one.”

“Oh goody. I hoped you’d say that.” I practically beam with pent up energy as I look over to my pack. “I’d normally have my mates watch over a first mating. Safety precautions and all. But you seem the prickly sort. You’d have your eyes on them more than me and the pleasure I’m bestowing upon you. So I will send them a distance away. But not so far that they can not come to my aid if needed.”

“Why would they need to? I mean you no harm. I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Selene. You are Silver tongued and full of charm Ari. That is the most dangerous sort. You can slide under my defenses and strike all my vulnerable parts. I won’t risk it alone. So they stay close.”

He gives a charming smile. “Agreed. Though I’m not sure I have much of a choice.”

“You don’t.” I smile. Addressing my pack. My eyes never straying from the hold they have on Ari’s. “Dean, my love, would you mind finding a nice spot for you all, that may provide a semblance of privacy for us but allow for the link to stay strong.”

“Of course. I know just the place. Follow me boys. Let’s leave our Omega to do as destined and claim another soul.”

“Sel, you use the link if he tries to pull anything. And I mean anything.”

“Oh, Sy, I’ll be fine. I caught all of you after all.”

“Correction. I, in fact, caught you.” Jax boasts.

“Move along. Move along. I have pleasure to give and receive. As well as a claim to test.”

“A claim?”

“Oh yes. You didn't think you just happened upon our fire by happenstance did you? The fates brought you here to test you. Congrats, you won.”

“Won what?”

“Me, of course. The right to claim me and become a member of my pack. Unless you’re afraid to be part of my pack.”

“I don’t share.”

“I don’t believe that. I think you just never cared enough to try. I won’t tie you down. If you don't want me as a mate, then by all means, be on your way. But be aware.” I step closer once more. “You will be leaving with a reminder of your cowardice. Turning your back on your fated. It will be deep and scar. You will never be rid of the thoughts of me.”

“I am no coward.” He grits out.

“Prove it then. Claim me. Make me yours and I will make you mine. There is no other way.”

Ari

She wants to play with fire and tempt my wolf. Well, I’ll gladly watch her burn.

With a growl, I reach forward. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her forward into a bruising kiss. She tastes of wild magic and sin. Breaking the kiss, I leave her breathless. Hand placed on her heaving chest as she tries to regulate her intake of air.

“Dress. Gone. Now. Before I cut it to shreds.”

She pulls her dagger back out, turning it over with a flick of her wrist and cuts it off herself. Nicking her chest in the process. “It’s just fabric. Need further assistance with yours.” She innocently asks. Doe-eyed and sweet.

“Oh you’re dangerous, little one.”

“What better to challenge you with.” She giggles.

I kiss her once more as I unlace my pants and release my aching member into the chill night air. Gripping her thighs, I lift her up onto my naked chest. Walking forward, I allow my wolf to navigate us to the nearest tree and I slam her up against it. Affording me a nip to the lip in retaliation.

Her slick if making a mess of the thick hair trailing down my abdomen. She’s ripe and ready for me. So I notch my swollen head between her leaking folds and thrust inside her.

Only giving her a moment to adjust to the size of me splitting her open, I start a punishing pace. Slamming into her hard and deep. Hitting all of the sweet spots and grinding my pelvis down against her little bundle of nerves. As her back scratches against the bark, leaving its own mark behind. Our chests, still slick with blood, slide against one another as the very essence of our beings co mingle together.

I can feel her orgasm coming on quickly and with one more deep thrust, I watch her soar over the edge. Screaming my name to Gods, as she promised.

This is not how I wish to claim her. No, I have something special in mind for that.

Pulling out, her tight cunt grips me in protest as she whines. Unhappy to be empty once more. I place her back on solid ground and turn to a patch of soft grass to our left.

Lying on my back on the forest floor I turn to her. “C’mere Omega. I won't make you present for me. But I do want you to ride me to where I can watch that delectable bottom bounce upon my pelvis.”

She licks her lips before biting them and heading over to my prone frame on shaky legs. Instead of just straddling my hips and sitting on my cock, she proceeds to kneel above my head and crawl over my torso.

I grip her hips and lick her sweet pussy from slit to clit. With a generous slap to her ass for the brattiness. A fresh wave of slick drools out of her swollen lips onto my chest as she makes her way to my cock.

With a glance over her shoulder, she places her hands on my thighs and lifts up her hips. Slowly she lowers herself down on my throbbing cock. Undulating above me. Hips swiveling and pelvis grinding against me.

Her walls clench down on me whenever my head grazes her sweet spongy spot. She’s lost in the pleasure of it all. Sweat dampened skin, glittering in the silvery moonlight. She reaches her hands up and gathers her curls atop her head. Exposing the unmarked flesh on the back of her neck.

That unblemished skin is like a siren's call to my wolf. I raise my knees between her thighs. Widening them further as I move to sit up. My fingers tease along where we are joined as one until my ring and middle fingers decide to dance along her engorged clit. Rewarding me a mewling whine.

Her hips begin to speed up and right as she is at the precipice of another climax, I latch my mouth to the back of her neck and sink my fangs in deep. The sweet tang of her blood fills my mouth as she denotes. Her pussy gushing slick around my cock.

I thrust up into her, prolonging the pleasure coursing through her body. That is until she pulls my slick soaked hand up to her face and bites the inside of my wrist. Completing our bond and setting me off with it.

My cock barely makes it back, deep into the warmth of her channel before my knot pops. Locking us together as I fill her full of every drop of me I have to give. I have been without companionship for sometime now. So I quickly have her filled to overflowing.

As we release each other to clean our claims and savor in the rush of endorphins. I run the fingers of my free hand along her folds. Collecting my seed along my fingers and raising them to her blood stained lips.

Without prompting, she leans forward and sucks them into her mouth. A pleasant moan vibrates through her chest as I feel her walls squeeze me once more.

I nuzzle against her shoulder. “Forever mine.”

Selene

“After all of that, there’s no getting rid of me Alpha.” I chuckle. “If you run, there is nowhere in this realm you could go where I won’t find you. I would scorch a path of fiery destruction in my wake and make you crawl through the embers back to me. And that still would not be enough.”

“Such a savage little thing. In a beautiful package.” He whispers. Undeterred by my threat.

“She means every word of it.” Sy proclaims, emerging from the shadows with your red cloak, draped over his arm. He walks confidently over to you and his new pack mate. “She ate my little brother for sneaking up on her and stabbing her while she fed in wolf form.”

“And she devoured my father and our hunting party when she was but a pup. Not to mention the countless souls that have lost their lives to her fangs in these accursed woods.” Dean adds in.

I feel Ari move his head behind me. The hairs of his beard tickling my skin.

“Don’t look at me.” Jax throws his hands up. “She never killed anyone of importance to me. I was born this way and orphaned. Made a stable boy turned stable man. I care not for the people of that village.”

“To be clear.” I start. “Sy, your brother got what he deserved. The coward. And Dean,” I turn to him. “Let’s not forget that your father and his hunting party murdered mine in front of my very eyes. My wolf demanded blood for blood. I will never apologize for that.”

“Ruthless.” Ari speaks into my skin. “No wonder you were destined for me.”

“Or were you the one destined to be mine?” I query back.

“You had three mates before me. A pack.” He nips at my shoulder. “You needn’t another mate.”

“Actually…” I ghost my fingers over my bite on his wrist. “According to the Triple Goddesses, it is prophesied that I will have 5 mates. Upon claiming my final mate, balance on my land will be restored. The damage my mother dealt will be undone.”

“Your mother?”

“The Hag. But she’s nothing you need to concern yourself about. I killed her ages ago.” I state with a smile.

I feel him shake his head behind me and sigh. “You're something else, little one. I feel like I won’t have time to think about leaving as you’ll be keeping on my toes and entertained.”

“Does anyone else feel stronger with each new claim?” Dean blurts out.

“Now that I think of it, yeah.” Jax answers. “Just now when Red completed the bond, I felt this surge of energy zip through my spine. My skin has been thrumming with magic ever since.”

“Interesting.” Ari observes. “Well it seems there is only one more to go. So I guess I’ll have to wait and see. As of now I am feeling pretty fucking incredible.”

One more to go.

One more before I properly feel complete. Call it witches intuition or wolf instinct but I feel like this last one is going to be different.

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