Song Of The Sea - Reimagined Movie Poster (Reupload)

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Pfft robussy

-🐢 anon

YOU WERENT SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT

Ayo the fnaf trailer was lit William is kinda a DILF tho - you know who it is

You hiss, eyes screwing shut as the pain on the back of your head flares.

Of all the things that would do you in, it was a rock. A damn pebble. Lovely.

The whole thing was just so horror movie cliche, you wouldn't be surprised if there was someone out there, groaning at your incompetence through a screen. You don't blame them; you would do the same if it were anyone else.

Unfortunately, it wasn't anyone else stuck in this situation, it was you. And as you hear the sounds of three pairs of footsteps approaching you, you knew you were done for.

You open your eyes to see three skeletons peering down at you, leering smiles adorning their faces. You don't even have to squint past the darkness of his hoodie to know that Dust has the same shit eating grin on his face like the other two, the smugness radiating off all of them in waves.

"Aw, giving up so soon?" Killer tilts his head with a coo. "Shame. I liked the chase."

Killer giggles, and the sound sparks mild irritation in you. Ass.

"Didn't think you'd be this much trouble," Horror rumbles with mirth in his eyes. "You did good, though. Haven't worked out that much in a while. But... Tripping? Really?"

The spark starts to burn. You didn't mean to trip, but you suppose the same could be said for billions of horror movie protagonists out there. But still; double asshole.

Fortunately, because you still have an ounce of self-control, you refrain yourself from talking. You'd rather bite back your tongue than have it cut off for sass.

Unfortunately, the moment Dust chuckles, the spark turns into a flame. One of the rare times he shows emotion, and he uses it to laugh at you. MEGA ASSHOLE.

You bristle, "Do you guys always take this long to kill your victims, or are you all just shit at your jobs?"

Killer does a mock gasp, "Whaaatt? You think we're here to kill you?"

He laughs and crouches down, empty eye sockets staring into yours. The spark is doused by a cold wave of fear, but a tiny part of it still flickers. You stare back.

"Why else would you chase me down?" You retort.

"Because... You're cute?" Killer grins.

You scoff, "That's not a real answer."

He pouts at that, and Horror uses this chance to crouch down to your other side. Your heart pounds at their proximity, feeling as if they were closing in on you.

"So we got a bit carried away with the chase," Horror admits, before his red eye light bores onto your face. "But we really aren't gonna kill you."

You pause at that, taking in his words with uncertainty.

"Then... What are you gonna do to me?"

Horror's smile grows wider. Dust takes a step forward, kneeling and leaning in. You can see his mismatched eyes and twisted grin.

"You're comin' with us."

Your heart drops. That sounds significantly worse than being killed.

What was that saying? Out of the frying pan and into the fire? Yeah. You feel like that's what's going on.

...God, I am so screwed.

They finally took you down 😧😳

Killer belongs to RahafWabas

Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale

Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

You belong to them, and you're coming with them.

Can i have a seperate headcanons for MK, Nezha, Sum Wukong and Macaque with a Female s/o who is like ruby rose from rwby?

Oh, I'm really sorry! I haven't watched RWBY and I don't know who Ruby Rose is so I can't do this request :[[

I mean no one was expecting for the electricity's box to explode literally besides the library (where i was at) so it's fair.

Also is 🐔 anon spelled cock anon or chicken anon?(COCK LOL)

-🐢 anon

ohhh i see

ok this is gonna sound outta pocket but i sort of had a similar experience?? me and my class moved to this one classroom bcs our aircon was broken, and during lunch we smelled something smoking but we didnt know where. and then after dismissal, one of the lights on the ceiling exploded.

so we had to move back to our original classroom lmao

no one got hurt, and I hope thats the same w u!!

also: PLEASE CALL THEM COCK ANON PLEASE ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY

everyone is now obligated to give me money

happy aromantic visibility day!

heya! is it okay to ask for Wukong and Macaque x a chubby, trans male reader? like the reader is insecure about his body, but Wukong and Macaque helps him feel better?

Hello!! I hope you like this; I'm not really an expert in writing trans readers and dysphoria, but I do want to learn more on how to!!

Wukong and Macaque x chubby! trans! male! reader that's insecure about how he looks

Wukong

Wukong understands why you're insecure. He doesn't agree with it, of course not! You're the most handsome person ever! But he gets why you can feel that way

He tries to make you feel better by cracking some jokes. Anything to see you smile and forget about those bad thoughts

Things like "C'mon, you're amazing! I mean, look at me. I'm a literal stone monkey, and there are people out there that think I'm a smokeshow! I mean, they aren't wrong but..."

Loves your chub. He makes sure you know how much he loves your chub. Always sleeps on top of you and kisses your belly

He offers up to take a ride on his cloud to take your mind off it, or maybe just take a stroll around the mountain

If not, he'll probably get some snacks and cuddle up with you on his couch watching TV shows. Keeps telling you how GREAT you are for cuddling and how amazing you are

You're his boyfriend after all! If you managed to keep this cocky monkey under control, then you're just as amazing as he is!! (Maybe even more amazing)

Macaque

Oh, Mac totally gets where you're coming from. He uses a glamour to hide what he really looks like, so he gets what you're feeling

Tries his best at comforting you. He's not the best with... words. He can tell you what you want to hear, but he doesn't want it to be so empty

So he takes down his glamour in front of you, for the first time ever. This is a really vulnerable moment for him, so bear with him as he tries to muster up the courage to speak

Tells you that he understands your feelings, but for him, you're the most perfect guy he's seen. He's quite the looker and got some attention from some people before, sure, but that was because he got his glamour on. You're the first person to ever see what he really looks like

Him taking his glamour off was his way of comforting you. Saying things like "I don't think I'm all that good looking either. But if you still love me, even if I look like this, then why shouldn't I love you back? You're the most perfect person in the world to me."

Mac doesn't really care about looks all that much. He seriously thinks you're the greatest, regardless of what you look like. He makes sure to tell you that every single day!!

And you know he means it, because his glamour is always off whenever you're around :]]

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Hope this was good! Wukong's was more optimistic while Mac was more emotional. That's mostly because I think Wukong would try cheering you up using jokes and reassurances while Mac reveals to you what he looks like in a show of trust and comfort.

Wukong has no problem with being genuine, but Mac does, so the only way I could see him trying to comfort you was basically showing you his own version of "woah you're just like me fr" /j

explaining the train of thought that got me to this would take way too much backstory but basically I had an idea and then I wrote it. I rewatched Scream recently so maybe that helps lol

cw: death (not of a canon character), mentions of blood and vomit

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The call comes in at a little after 2 AM, and he almost doesn’t answer because he’s busy.

But Leo almost never calls him, and it’s a singular enough occurrence that he picks up the phone and hits the button.

“Hello, you are conversing with Donatello,” he greets. “Make it quick, Nardo, I’m elbow deep in the tank’s engine.”

On the other end of the line, Leo is silent. Or, mostly silent; Donnie can hear him breathing, a little too loud, a little too fast.

Suddenly, he’s on high alert. He sits back from the tank, speaking more urgently into the phone, “Leo?”

There’s another second of breathing, and then, finally, in a voice that is too high and panicked to be his normal joking tone, he says, “Hey, remember when I sent you that meme about siblings who will beat the crap out of each other one minute and hide a body for each other the next, and I said, “us,” and you gave it a heart?”

Donnie blinks. Processes that string of words.

“I think I recall it,” he says.

“Well,” says Leo. “I need to know if that’s really us.”

Donnie stands up and keys in the command to swap battleshells to the jetpack.

“Stay where you are,” he says. “I’m on my way.”

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The body is male. Early twenties. About six two or six three. Caucasian. Wearing some ghoulish mask like the serial killer in a bad teen slasher.

Actually, now that Donnie thinks about it, there’s been stuff on the news lately. About a guy who likes to knife up co-eds. And Leo’s wearing his biggest, baggiest hoodie, and jeans, and in a dark alley like this it would be easy to mistake him for a normal, non-mutated human teen.

The puzzle pieces are all laid out for Donnie, but the picture it paints is pretty unbelievable.

Then again, he’s a mutant turtle who grew up in a sewer and recently fended off an alien invasion. His bar for believable is pretty low.

He takes in the body, slashed across the chest, ridiculous getup soaked in blood. Then he turns to look at Leo, curled around his knees against the wall. There’s blood all over him, too, but Donnie feels pretty confident that most of it is not his own. There’s a puddle of vomit nearby, and a dagger, and a katana, cast aside.

Leo raises his eyes to meet Donnie’s. “I didn’t know he was human.”

Donnie looks back at the body, and at the mask. Connects it to the dagger, which definitely isn’t Leo’s.

“Seems like he was a great guy,” Donnie says. 

“He stabbed my arm.”

“I meant it sarcastically.”

Leo laughs, high and reedy. Then he leans over and vomits again.

Donnie can’t help but curl his snout at that one. He looks away and waits for Leo to finish.

There’s a spit, then a sniff, then Leo says, “He stabbed my arm and I turned around and saw the mask.”

Ah yes, that. It’s pink and has a serrated smile. Little rubbery bits of slime and ooze. These things got popular after the invasion - they aren’t anywhere near the real thing, but in a dark alley, under attack, alone, when Leo had…

The puzzle pieces are there. Donnie doesn’t really need an explanation to put it together.

Actually, scratch that: he does need an explanation for one thing.

“Why are you so upset about this?” He looks back at Leo. “You took out a serial killer. Or a wannabe serial killer. At the very least a stabber.”

“I didn’t mean to kill him,” says Leo immediately. A little pleading. “I didn’t think that would… I didn’t know he was human.”

“He attacked you.”

“I could have disarmed him. I could have trapped him and let the police deal with him.”

“He came up behind you in this creepy mask and stabbed your arm.”

“He didn’t stand a chance against me,” says Leo, and it’s not swaggering and not boastful, but horrified. “It was like tearing paper, Dee. It was so easy.”

Donnie leaves the body to kneel in front of his brother. He puts his hands on his shoulders, looking him straight in the eye to make sure he listens.

“He attacked you, Nardo. He wanted to kill you. He made the wrong choice. Not you.”

Leo looks down, at the blood on his hoodie, and Donnie squeezes his shoulders until they lock eyes again. 

“He made the wrong choice,” Donnie repeats emphatically. 

Leo sighs, like he’s giving in, and a rueful smile grows on his face. “Thanks, hermano. But I don’t think the EPF is gonna see it that way.”

Ah yes, the good old United States government, and their hilariously poorly titled Earth Protection Force. Since the invasion, their existence had become known to the EPF, and they’ve been in an unspoken truce ever since. A “live and let live” holding pattern.

Unfortunately, Donnie has to admit Leo is right on this one: that this man is likely and most probably a serial killer won’t matter to the EPF. Killing any human crosses a line they won’t tolerate.

And so, there is only one solution here. The one Leo proposed when he first called.

Donnie is going to help him hide a body.

…Which means he is going to have to touch it.

Leo frowns at him. “Uh, Dee, what’s the yarf-face for?”

“I just realized how gross this is going to be.”

Leo laughs again, more than a little hysterical, and lets his head fall against Donnie’s plastron, the giggles shaking his shoulders under Donnie’s hands.

“That wasn’t a joke,” Donnie insists. Leo just laughs even harder.

Donnie scowls, even as he pulls Leo closer. “That meme really is us. I want to beat the crap out of you right now.”

Leo howls with laughter. Except it sounds a little more like sobbing now. Donnie gathers him up and holds him until he’s better again.

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Across the Hudson, the sky is turning pink. Donnie stands with Leo, watching the water that the body disappeared under.

They’ve already scrubbed the alley clean of any blood traces - his and Leo’s. He also had his drones bring gloves with the cleaning supplies, so they didn’t leave any fingerprints. At least Leo had the sense not to touch anything. And it’s not like the government has their prints on file, anyway. Donnie’s checked.

There wasn’t anything they could really do to hide the massive laceration that led to the body’s death. Short of melting it in acid, but both of them had dismissed that idea as soon as Donnie raised it. Despite what Donnie thinks of himself, he isn’t actually a stone cold disposer of bodies. The idea of melting it was too gross to think about.

Besides, it doesn’t matter if the body gets found, as long as it doesn’t get traced back to them. And Donnie doesn’t see any reason it should.

He’s already hacked any security cameras near the scene and made sure Leo doesn’t show up on any of them. Leo’s a good enough ninja to avoid that sort of thing, anyway, not that Donnie will admit it out loud. The crabs and fish will take care of the flesh and the katana’s mark. Leo destroyed the weapon itself in a bright blue explosion of ninpo.

“It’s kind of a bummer,” says Leo after a minute, “that the murders will go unsolved.”

“No, they won’t.” Donnie pulls out a phone, holding it carefully with his gloves. “He helpfully took trophy photos.”

Leo’s eyes go wide. “Dude, did you fish around in his pockets?”

Donnie can’t help but curl his lips. “Ugh, don’t remind me. It was a very unpleasant experience and I don’t want to repeat it.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“Find where he lived and leave it there.” Donnie shrugs. “His body will turn up, or he’ll get reported missing. The cops will find it and everything will be wrapped up in a neat little bow.”

“Huh. Guess that takes care of that.” A pause. Leo shuffles a bit next to him. “You’re… really calm about this.”

Is he? Since the moment he got that phone call, he entered Fix It mode. He hasn’t really thought of anything else since.

“I don’t know if I will be later,” he admits.

“I’ll be there, if you’re not.”

Donnie hums an acknowledgement. There’s a weight against his arm, Leo leaning into him.

“Thanks, Dee,” he says.

“You’d do the same for me,” Donnie replies.

“Yeah,” Leo agrees. Simple as that.

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