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Forget-me-not

A ROTTMNT fic

Forget-me-not

One-shot

Leo had a garden.

He loved his garden.

And if anything were to happen to him, he knew his family would look after it for him.

So when he didn't make it out of the Prison Dimension alive his family adopted the garden as their own.

I finally finished it!

After weeks of writing what should've taken a few days, from something that was meant to be only be around 2-3 thousand words to now 10,000+, I am now proud to say IT IS DONE!

Of course I procrastinated by drawing art for it as well, but I enjoyed writing this peice.

The original idea is from @quill-the-android this post here! Thank you for letting me write this and sorry for taking so long!

His Eyes Speak by forever_42 / foreverforty2

- Star Trek Fanfic - Vulcan/Human - Male/Female -

FIC NOW COMPLETE. (art / clothing design by me)

click on the pic for the higher quality image

Fonts used: Sword, Gill Sans Light Italic.

His Eyes Speak by forever_42 / foreverforty2

Star Trek Fanfic - Vulcan/Human - Male/Female

His Eyes Speak by forever_42 / foreverforty2

- Star Trek Fanfic - Vulcan/Human - Male/Female -

Chapter 4 - Consummation (aka THE SMUT) is up on AO3.

Shikana and Kawaki Next Generation: Our Lives Were Written In Stone

Girls (minus Shikana)

If you want the story, go to my account, and you'll see their backstories

Can you guess which ones are my favorite

Blister & Blood

Event: Angstpril 2025 ; hosted by @chaos-company Prompt: Day 5 ALTERNATE—Major Injury Fandom: Arcane Ship: Silco x Vander | Vanco Rating: M Tags: MCD, anti-Vander. No, seriously. Bad guy Vander. Vulnerable Silco. Canon Divergence.

Silco looked at the drawing he made of him and Vander, smiling down softly at their colours melding into each other. It was one of their better days—coming up with their Blister & Bedrock mantra. A vow to create a safe space for all the children, and their children. But, those days started getting fewer in between.

When Felicia died, so did the goodness between him and Vander, until one day.

Vander was on something that Silco couldn’t identify, at the end, he could just have started hating Silco. As if it was only Silco’s job to keep Felicia safe. All he knew was that Vander blamed him. And one day. Silco decided to fight back.

He decided to stand up for himself, to say that it wasn’t only on Silco and that it wasn’t right for Vander to keep fucking blaming him and reminding Silco of everything that they had lost.

He very quickly realised he made the wrong choice when Vander pushed him up face first against the wall and ground his head into the jutting brick. He tried to close his eyes but he could feel the pricks of the brick against his face before he could fully manage it. He felt something wet roll down his face, but he knew he couldn’t be crying—the other option seemed too harrowing to accept.

Vander pressed his pelvis into Silco’s back, and he could feel his entire body get crushed against the wall. It stuck through his clothes, and tore the more sensitive fabrics, and Vander just pushed his head further into the wall before leaning closer.

“Where do you get off telling me it’s my fault? Telling ME that I had to do MORE? You’re just a sniveling goddamn brat that didn’t get enough attention in this godforsaken place. You’d be nothing without me.” Silco could hear the sneer in Vander’s voice, and it broke small parts of him that he wasn’t sure had existed anymore. The abandoned boy inside of him cried out in pain and fear.

“I…didn..I didn’t say. You..” He couldn’t find his voice. Couldn’t keep it even.

“YES YOU DID! My fault that Felicia died? God,” Vander’s chuckle was hollow, “I loved her. I would never have let anything happen to her.” There was a sick satisfaction in Silco’s chest. Confirmation on something that he had suspected for years. That Vander only started dating Silco to get closer to Felicia, and since she died. Vander didn’t care about him anymore. 

Silco knew that Vander’s temper was short, and that it snapped because the next moment his face was being crushed by the wall. Vander held Silco’s hair in a tight grip and started smashing his head against it. 

Silco couldn’t feel the pain anymore, but he felt a sharp burning in his abdomen, but he couldn’t place if it was a blade or not. He could start to see little orbs of light floating in his vision. Looking like specks of dust but in a rainbow of colours, and he almost gasped at the beauty.

All in all. He had an extremely good life. He had morals and he was at the forefront of a revolution. Two little girls who he could hold when they were sad, and sometimes help them to feel better. His vision went black, and he could feel his breathing shallow out while his body was being used like a ragdoll for frustration.

It’s enough that it’d been good.

It had to be enough.

Sad thing I came up for Siegbert since I’ve been watching a bunch of Nuzelocke. In his deep realm he had a pet chicken named Nuggets and a pet Sparrow name Jolbie. And one of the new cooks’ didn’t know this and killed both of them since Siegbert had them have free rane. Then she cooked them up and made it for dinner and since he was a kid he was blissfully unaware that he just ate his bird babies! And the next morning he’s looking for them and asks the nearest person, which just so happens to be, the person who killed both of them. She doesn’t realize her mistake till she tells them she cooked them up for dinner last night. He immediately starts crying and screaming bloody murder, calling her a murderer. His nannies came out and asks what’s happening and tells them that she cooked his babies and that he accidentally ate them because of her. And now she is jobless. And now Siegbert can never eat chicken or bird without thinking about him eating his babies. And the ONE TIME chicken was served he had a mental break down. His family had to ask him as to why he was having a mental breakdown and told them the whole story about how he ate his bird babies and how he was a murderer because of it. And now is now official banned from being served or eaten in front of Siegbert. Which becomes a problem if he’s in Revelations since Shiro LOVES chicken. Shiro thought that rule was dumb & a total joke. THEN he ate chicken AND bird in front of Siegbert and Siegbert had a full blown panic attack saying he killed them. He then gets in trouble with Siegbert’s family because of it.

imagined a AU where Dean leaves with Sam but he becomes a famous singer

And so it's just supernatural but

~

Family of the victims : Aren't you the famous singer Dean?

Dean pretending to be an FBI agent. : Nah just a lookalike

~

Monster : I WILL KILL YOU BOTH AND- ohmygod- are you.. Are you the Dean??

Dean : Hun? Oh yes I am.

Monster : Oh my god! Hi! I'm so fan of you!!!

Dean : Well I'm always delighted to meet a fan but... You're a monster and I'm going to have to kill you, so hum sorry?

Monster : Oh no don't worry, I totally understand, can you just like sign my body before you burn him?

Dean : Sure.

~

Sam Smirking : So, is there a reason why you've only been writing love songs since you came back from hell?

Dean :

Dean hiding his new love songs about Castiel : nO-

~

Dean After stealing Jo's gun : Not bad but you'll need more practice, I'm Dean by the way.

Jo has the second of the panic attack because she is talking to her Idol : yes?

~

Kevin : You're telling me that the famous rock star Dean kills monsters in he's free time?

Sam : Yeah.

Kevin : How does he even manage to do interviews and all the other stuff???

Sam : To be honest I have no idea.

~

Benny coming out of purgatory, and separates with his new friend just to see him on all the billboards in all the cities : Hun.

~

Crowley wearing a Dean fan t-shirt : Hi boys~

Dean : seriously?

Castiel : Can I have one?

~

Mary and Sam in the car listening to the radio

Sam : Oh, that's one of Dean's songs.

Mary : One of Dean's WHAT?!

~

I hope you liked it!

So the premise of the whole au is that WWX is tired of people insinuating that the only reason he has as many privileges he does in his life is because he is JFM's bastard son.

Since JFM hasn't stopped the rumors its A) making seem very likely that it's true and B) making YZY insanely pissed.

Fast forward to the CR Era WWX and the other Jiangs get pretty on edge anytime someone brings his parentage since that particular conversation topic leads to nothing good.

One day when somebody finally asks WWX about it he decides enough is enough, that he is tired of letting random people make assumptions about his parents, how it's staring to strain his relationships with his siblings, how YZYs rage is steadily increasing towards everyone and how the one person who could end the whole thing refuses to ever say anything.

So in between his detentions with LWJ he begins to research different identification spells and relics in hopes of finding one that could reveal parentages or bloodlines but can't find anything (which they probably have in canon but shhhh we need the story to happen) but he is left several ideas running around his minds and gets to work.

Fast forward through many experiments, one expulsion, and many more months WWX has made the world's first DNA test. It's a tailsman that will either glow when it recognizes a blood realtion between users or crumble to ash if there is no blood tying them together. Despite spending several months making this tailsman WWX hasn't found a good opportunity to bring the subject up to JFM so he slowly starts to believe that he won't get a chance to use it use it.

But fortunately for him Lotus Peir is hosting the next the Discussion Conference and you know some shit will eventually go down. Let's just say that after most the events are down JGS says some shit like "oh how generous and brave of you to make your bastard your head disciple despite the backlash, how do you and your wife deal with it??". And you can instantly feel all the rage and tension coming from everyone room but then WWX realizes that this is a great (not great but beggars can't be choosers) opportunity to use his invention and prove that his parents are his parents, opens his mouth and says "Sect Leader Jiang is not my father and I can prove it right now if yall let me".

So after he explains himself (despite the death glares from YZY, the greedy looks from JGS and someone in the back who keeps grumbling how this ridiculous and borderline unorthodox) and provides actual proof from two willing volunteers that his tailsman is safe and that it works he finally gets to test himself and JFM and proves once and for all that all those rumors were bullshit CSSR had never cheated on her husband.

Of course some in the audience are still more interested in stirring shit up instead of keeping their mouth shut and try to imply that since his station isn't as high as the real heirs they shouldn't trust his word. And JC who has been shockingly quiet during this whole ordeal finally snaps and goes "if you refuse to believe that his invention works despite having proof before they went maybe I should go and get tested right now so you can stfu!!"

But YZY freaks the fuck out when he says this and starts going on about how he has nothing to prove, that she forbids him to take the test and everyone in the room are now just kinda side eyeing each other and her because why would she not allow her sects heir to take this test? Unless...

Somehow JFM gets JC to take the test, despite YZYs vocal protests, and the tailsman paper crumbles between them.

The room goes dead silent before WWX offers up a flimsy excuse that the tailsman may have made an error, but it's too late now. Everyone knows that the tailsman works and now they know JFM is not JC father.

That Lotus Pier's heir is a lie.

Nobody asked but for the last several days I've been thinking of an au where in the Cloud Rescess Era (or adjacent timeline) WWX invents like the first DNA test and through a series of events reveals that JFG is not JC's father.

:3c

Yall i need help finding another fic😭😭 so its a steddie fic where basically every time steve dies he gets a second time so basically it is a time loop fic, canon divergence where they beat vecna because steve can just restart. Does anyone know the name or author??

Orphan (sweetly): If you murder anyone while we're on a mission, I will kick you in the crotch first.

Red Hood (tilting his head, confused): First?

Orphan (seriously): I know specific nerve endings can cause immense pain. I love you, I do, but you know my code. While we're working together, don’t kill anybody. That's all I ask, or…

Red Hood (playfully challenging): You'll hurt a specific part of my body that really hurts?

Orphan nodded, her expression unwavering.

Red Hood (grinning, impressed): You're hardcore, but that's what I enjoy about you. I have rubber bullets. They won't kill anyone, just really hurt.

Orphan tapped her chin, contemplating his words, then shrugged casually.

Orphan: That works. Let’s go, baby brother!

With a giggle, Orphan jumped onto Red Hood's back, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Red Hood (chuckling as he adjusted her weight): You are a few months older than me. Why are you on my back like a monkey?

Orphan (giggling): My feet are tired, and you're strong.

Red Hood (amused, shaking his head): You're annoying.

Despite his playful complaint, he took off running, carrying her piggyback, both of them laughing as they dashed into the night.

My favorite thing is when people take something that was /never/ meant to be taken that seriously, and overanalyze it so much that it improves the canon 10fold

i love love love love love names when it comes to character analysis... not meanings (well. meanings too but this isn't what this post is about.) but how they're indicative of a character's identity and therefore their authenticity and trust of other people.

i've been thinking about this with grunkle stan specifically. notice how even after stealing ford's identity he still goes by stan?? yeah. he IS stan pines. by the time the show starts the only context in which he was pretending to be ford was legally. when people think of stanford pines they don't think of the strange man doing god knows what in the secluded cabin in the woods, and why would they?? they hardly knew the real ford anyway. to the people of gravity falls, there wasn't much identity for stan to be stealing. he isn't really lying to people about who he is, he just isn't telling the whole truth. hence stanley vs stanford. yeah?? yeah???

so like. isn't it funny that the character having a legal dispute with him over stealing his home calls him by his supposed full name. gideon doesn't care about stan as a person, he only cares about getting the shack off him. stan is literally just a legal obstacle to gideon. is this anything.

ALSO ALSO. the majority of the fake names he used still have some aspect of his real name in them. this man can't help but be authentic to some degree. literally the only reason he lies about who he is is for self-preservation. he doesn't want to lie to people — he literally risks being found out by using similar fake names just to keep being somewhat himself — but he has to if he wants to stay safe. stanley middle name pines they could never make me hate you.

Life As A Hero's Son

TheVoidIsMyHome

Summary:

Izuku's father is a famous (in the Hero Community) Undercover Hero [His current case is Humarise], and this changes everything for Izuku

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Relationships:

Midoriya Hisashi & Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku Midoriya Izuku & Monoma Neito Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku Midoriya Izuku & Yaoyorozu Momo Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto

Characters:

Midoriya Hisashi Midoriya Inko Midoriya Izuku Monoma Neito Iida Tenya Yaoyorozu Momo Shinsou Hitoshi Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags:

Pro Hero Midoriya Hisashi Pre-Canon This Whole Story Is Pre-Canon Kid Midoriya Izuku Only for like the first Chapter Legacy Child Midoriya Izuku Legacy Child Monoma Neito Legacy Child Iida Tenya Legacy Child Yaoyorozu Momo Legacy Child Shinsou Hitoshi Hitoshi was adopted by Chiyo Shuzenji's Daughter and Daughter-In-Law Quirkless Midoriya Izuku Midoriya Izuku's Hero Analysis For The Future Notebooks complicated family dynamics Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Okay Parenting Todoroki Rei Bashing Todoroki Fuyumi bashing They aren't super bashed Just the implications of the things we've seen have been taking to the logical conclusion Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Sludge Villain? What's That? Suicide Bait Smart Midoriya Izuku Gremlin Midoriya Izuku Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit These Kids Kick Ass More canon divergence In case the first time wasn't clear

Language:

English

Series:

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Stats:

Published: 2022-07-19 Completed: 2022-07-19 Words: 6096 Chapters: 2/2

CW:cry of fear/afraid of mosters (grieving, implied death, a bit sad)

There they are all the sillies!!

In the first drawings you got dimon (AKA simon leatherhoff) and soapie (his childhood friend) from cry of monsters and in the second you got savid (AKA david henriksson) with his older brother josef form afraid of fear!!

They're from my AU that it's about swapping the characters from aom and cof

Fic: This is victory (hollow and cold).

Part: One

What if.. Mikey’s portal drags home a cold dead corpse.

I would like to preface this by saying I completely blame @goodlucktai for their amazing Incredible story, raised on little light for putting this idea into my head. Guys go check it out the fic, it’s amazing it makes me so so sad but there is also so many good things in it 😭. Personally speaking I don’t think there’s anything I can write that will ever come close to what Tai can do, but as a famous internet post once said, write your shitty pots. So here we goes ppl

Tw: major character death, grief, suicide idealisation, getting disowned, disassociation, starvation, slight description of injuries and inaccurate medical advice

But I promise, there is still hope even in this.

_

“Casey! When I get to the other side you close that portal!”

Everything stills. The world falls static.

“What..?” A foreign voice enters the fray. Ah. Cj thinks distantly. It’s mine.

A series of thoughts shoots through his mind. Faster than the battle drones Uncle Tello used to make, faster than the joy rides Uncle Mi used to give.

He sees empty eyes, forced smiles. Screaming voices stained with the weight only grief, hunger, thirst and stress can give.

He thinks of Michelangelo in the brief moments he has met the turtle, so bright and so energetic. And then he remembers his Uncle Mi twisted into something quiet, slow and outwardly peaceful.

He remembers Monty, so stoic and so very angry. Yet so very indulgent when it counts. Out in a blaze of guns and glory. Standard-issue shoulder pauldron shoved into shaking hands. You will do great things Princey. He remembers Monty’s mother. Whose name he never got, forever in a daze, staring at walls of nothing. A hallowed husk like so many of the living ghosts that wandered their dusty halls. He remembers Miwa. So tiny, so fragile. So young. Too young. No amount of their anything can ever replace or beat modern medicine.

His Uncle Tello, bitter, grumpy; burnt out and constantly overstimulated from the dirt covered and squishy pink hell they’ve found themselves in. But sometimes on better days he cocks his head to the side, with a face that almost smiles at Cj and says, “Come Jones Junior; I appear to have some scraps we need to dispose off.” Which is code for we’re going to give your Pa an aneurysm and make things go boom.

He remembers his family. Tired, thirsty, hungry, eyes on them constantly. Countless sleepless nights in hushed voices arguing, strategising, weeping. They thought he didn’t hear. But children always have the biggest ears and the longest standing shelter on earth is only so large.

First and foremost. Cj knows. He knows with heart wrenching certainty. If there was any way to make peace with the present Hamatos it would all be over now. They’ll hate him. They will. They will never forgive him for this.

Maybe if this was his Mom, his Auntie April, his Da-Uncle Mi, his Uncle Tello, his Grandpa Drax. Whatever else Master Raphael and Master splinter might have been to him. They might just forgive him but these people are not them. They have not been softened with a lifetime of knowing Cj. He doesn’t have that baby of the family privilege. He doesn’t have any privilege at all. It’s only been a day. Less than that technically.

Even just the thought of being hated by his family. Any version of them, curdles something in his core. Every fiber in his being lashes out and screams at the younger version of his sensei. (Oh but it was Leonardo wasn’t it? Oh, what has he done?) In ways he hasn’t done since he was 8 years old, because poor 8 year old Casey hadn’t quite figured out how to breathe through the hunger pains. I’m a healer. I’m supposed to stop these things. Please, I already let go before you can’t make me do this again-

“Leo no! There has to be another way!”

But this Leonardo says;

“We’ve tried everything Case, he’s too strong”

And deep down Cj knows that too. Much like the lies his family told him. “We can win” He knows otherwise too. Just like if he does this, he knows he’ll be left with nothing too.

But his family will still be here, surrounded by food, clean water, light, and endless amount of comics or magazines they could possibly want. They will be free.

They will never know gnawing hunger or sapping thirst, nor will they know the ever present hum of runhidenotsafe. They will never know the unique kind of suffering that comes from grasping for strength to just open your eyes and breathe in a world that has already long given up on itself.

Cj has seen the future. He has lived and breathed and sometimes, even thrived in an era where the krang came. Where the sky was a bloody brown instead of this clear dark blue and people were driven to insanity and killed from the common cold. Where the sour smell of rot piled everywhere. No matter how much or how hard you scrubbed.

He remembers his Sensei, his Pa, wise, comforting, always ready with a witty comeback or a brilliant plan. He remembers his Commander O’Neil, his Auntie April, rousing, quick and endlessly enduring, the steady voice of reason where even Sensei’s wit dulled. But they were tired, so very tired. The burden of leadership and grief and all the aches and pains of hunger and thirst that can never be quenched, already a fully dressed tomb just waiting for them to hang up their coats and admit futility to the unsurmountable cold.

He remembers how much his family loved him. How hard they tried to scrape together any piece of warmth for him. Tired Golden-Orange heaves himself into the air, to scoop Cj into his arms. Busy Blue who takes any meagre time he has to himself and spends it with Cj. Prickly Purple finds away to colour all his armour a shade of teal, even his siblings are still decked in occasional shades of grey. Overstretched Green always ready to pull her brothers back and scold; too guilty, too smothering, too harsh. Stop. You’re hurting the kid.

If Cj doesn’t close this portal, if he keeps this open, if he disobeys-the Krang will just come back through. And they will plunge the earth into a bloody, poisoned hell.

And he knows that if not Leonardo, then someone else in their stupid, selfless, self-sacrificial family will take up the mantle of resistance, unable to stand idly by at people’s suffering. Because these people are good, so very good. The Hamatos will fight, they will try. And they will lose.

The force of their ire will break him. The thought alone makes him sob, hiccuping in a way he hasn’t done, not since he was found shrieking over a cold Uncle Tello and had to be wrenched away, kicking and screaming. But still holding on. Even to the very last second and beyond. Because he is Cassandra Jones Junjor and a Hamato in every way that matters and he could never leave family behind. At least back then he couldn’t feel mom die

But the apocalypse.. that long, slow, painful march to inevitable death, will break him too. It wasn’t always bad, they had fun, karaoke nights, hilarious attempts to make birthday cakes for kids like him. But fuck.. that doesn’t change the fact that they still lost. That they will all still loose. Cj doesn’t know if he can willingly doom them all again because that’s what he’s going to do isn’t it? They were all so tired, so hungry, so thirsty. How can he let them go through that again?

He remembers how much happier, and how much lighter they always looked in those old scarce photos.

Selfishly, Cj doesn’t know if he can survive through another 20 something years or however long they make it this time, through that hell again. Forced to slowly watch again, as the Krang chip away at his family. Chip away at the people he called his friends till everything, bright, lively and kind was carved out;Uncle Hiro I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry-

They will never love you again. A voice thunders, like the death roll of their final march just this morning where Cj was still breathing in corrupted air under rusty skies. If only he died there with them. Anything is better than having to do this.

I know. Cj shakes, trembling fingers wrap around the key. Casey can see the division between young and new, old and worn and knows he cannot let it blur and become one.

“Casey! Urgh-please!”

Anything. I will give anything, Casey weeps. Anything as long as they live. Casey squeezes his eyes shut.

And just like with Uncle Tello,

Casey finally lets go.

The portal to the prison dimension slams shut with a glorious boom.

Leo, I love you. I’m sorry.

I wish I got more time to know you.

.

.

.

They scream at him. It’s Muffled, like the sensation of sound in the aftermath of a live grenade. They hurl all manner of abuse and venom at his face. He thinks he might be crying. Or maybe he’s not. His head feels tangled like the heaps of crusty old wires, Uncle Tello will never get the chance to unravel.

The shattered body of their Leonardo lies between them, like territory lines drawn between begrudging survivor groups. Cradled by a shaking soft shell. The blurry shapes of familiar voices once desperately calm and patient now roar,cutting and rightfully angry. It falls on his ears. He tries to grasp it, he does. He’s ruined everything, the least Cj can do now is listen.

But exhaustion gnaws at his very bones. Head pounding.

Nothing can explain this.

Nothing will justify this.

Severe head trauma, and shattered, collapsed carapace. Possible bruised and punctured lungs via pieces of loose carapace as the overall structure caved in, resulting in internal bleeding in the lungs and eventual asphyxiation. Patient chocked on his own blood. The field medic immediately drones internally, years of experience and training unable to be shut off (or rather, trained to never shut off) as listless eyes drift down to meet the unmoving slider.

It seems the one-sided eye contact is what finally breaks the softshell’s stupor. “Don’t you fucking dare.” The teen snarls, teeth flashing in all the ways he used to bare it at unwelcome visitors. But never at Casey. Never for long.

Wake up Jones. This is not your Uncle.

The rest of the group falls silent, shocked to see their previously silent family member speaking.

“You don’t get to look at him.” Achingly gentle, the purple branded softshell sets Leonardo onto the tiled floor.

Donatello stands. “You.” He hisses, pointing at Cj.

“You did this.”

Somewhere, somehow Cj manages to gather enough of himself to incline his head slightly in agreement. It’s the least he can do for them.

“Leave.” Donatello orders.

And like the good soldier he is, Cj does. Disappearing into the tunnels.

No one stops him.

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AU where Loki and Adam are regular civilians in the marvel universe 😈🙏