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Please answer. I wanna know if yall care one way or another
SO. Question for followers time.
Should I keep just posting frames kinda whenever, like I have so far (always at my night tho), or attempt to cater more to some specific time zone? Should I make it so for ex. Americans, who there probably are a bunch of (tho I haven’t checked), don’t miss something because I posted it when for them it’s early morning, or is it better to just post whenever and trust that interested people, regardless of the timezone they’re in, will find the posts no matter when I dumped them on here? Do you think this is an unnecessary thing for me to worry about? Does time not matter anyway in these times? Feel free to tell me these too!
(I don’t wanna say what specific time zone I’m in because I’m greatly enjoying this anonymity on this sideblog, but I am in Europe)
Also, reminder that you can get the same frames in Twitter too if you want, @funnyBMFMframes
- Mod Furry, on a bored rainy day
I can’t believe they oblitered straight men like that
Mikey making pizza.
Collage of some screencaps I took off the few Biker Mice dvds I own. Throttle, Vinnie and Modo aka. the Bros <3
This so cute!!!
More Random BMFM Headcannons
Earrings are significant pieces of jewelry in Martian mouse culture, with the quantity, material, shapes, and embellishments signaling a variety of things such as an individual’s maturity, lineage, marital status, etc.
Throttle’s morning star earring is a style specific to his clan, passed down from his mother’s side.
It is a common romantic gesture between loves to exchange earrings, and a sign of remembrance to wear a departed loved one’s earrings.
Hoops or rings usually indicate a romantic or familial attachment, while studs are usually worn for accomplishments.
Modo has two identical gold hoops in his ear because one of them belonged to his wife.
Other jewelry like rings or bracelets are usually avoided, especially by Freedom Fighters, as they pose a bit of a safety risk should they get caught in the moving parts of a motorcycle or get snagged on a weapon.
However after spending so much time on Earth and no small influence from Charlie, the Bros became familiar with the concept of wedding and engagement rings.
Vinnie wears a wedding band after marrying Charlie
Even Throttle got behind the idea. He and Carbine have matching wedding rings, both usually worn on a chain with their military service dog tags. Throttle wears his under his bandanna.
Who here is head over heels for this cutie?
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:
There’s never a bad time to have a TMNT marathon.
You can watch the entire 1987 series by clicking here!
You can see the 2003 series by clicking here!
You can watch the 2012 series by clicking here!
But wait, there’s more!
Want to watch The Next Mutation series? Click here! - Here’s where you can watch the TMNT/Power Rangers crossover episode!
And of course, the movies!
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990)? No problem, click here!
Go ninja, go ninja, go! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: Secret of the Ooze (1991) is right here!
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III (1993) would be located here!
TMNT (2007) can be watched here!
Wanna see Turtles Forever (2009)? Here is where you need to click!
Knock knock, you about to get shellshocked! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014) movie here!
TMNT incorrect quotes
Raph: surgery is just stabbing someone to life.
Donnie: please never become a surgeon.
Everything will be okay
A little self indulgent BMFM dabble I wrote to comfort myself after a really, really bad day. Fluff, Modo x OC
Modo knew something was wrong the moment he walked into the room. Roxanne’s head was lowered, her shoulders slumped. She tried to give him a smile when she noticed him, but it faltered almost immediately and she turned away as if to try and hide her sad expression. His heart went out to her and he quickly followed, crossing the room to her in a moment.
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// The audio isn’t mine ! It comes from an episode of Titans and can be found here.
It’s Hawk and Dawn who are singing, but I like to imagine Raph singing instead, since it’s Alan Ritchson the actor. What a voice (and what a man, darn it)
Merry Christmas !
TMNT © Kevin Eastman & Peter Laird
Titans © Greg Berlanti & Akiva Goldsman
Fanart & Méla © @ai-kizu-rp
Bedtime Headcanons (For the 2007 verse)
since there is little content about this verse I decided to make this post for it but if you want me to do it for the 2012 or 2014/16 tell me and I gladly do it!
Before I start I would like to say that I love that there are multiple verses because the guys personalities varies from each one and so, some of their personality traits too. That being said I hope you enjoy my headcanons! <3
1. Who is a night owl?: I think that Leo would be the night owl in these verse. His days on the jungle would keep him awake once he came back home. Everything was so different, from the environment to his brothers. Especially Raph. He would spend hours thinking on his quality of leader of the team as well as his relationship with his brothers, how the training trip affected diverse aspects of his life. Leo would meditate about his own persona, and how all that time alone might have changed him.
2. Who is a morning person?: MIKEY seriously, you would think that living in a sewer would be everything but interesting but this guys has the ability to find amusement in the smallest things and what better what of finding out new things than to wake up early in the morning. I can also see Donnie as a morning person, he enjoys the silent bc that make his job easier (cuz there are o distractions)
3. Are they cuddlers?
I think all of them would love to cuddle with their s/o but ones more than others. Here is the list from the most cuddly to the less:
Mikey Cuddly 10 / 10
Leo (surprisingly) Cuddly 9.5 /10
Raph Cuddly 9 / 10
Donnie Cuddly 8 / 10
4. Who is the big spoon?: Raph, Leo
5. Who is the little spoon?: Mikey (I have the feeling that he likes to be held)
Can be both: Donnie
6. What is their favourite sleeping position (individually)?:
Leo: on his back, or leaned on his right side. He sleeps peacefully but is a light sleeper.
Raph: On his back with both flexed arms and hands below his head, or just on his back but holding a pillow.
Donnie: Practically sitting tbh (due to his job) but usually falls asleep siting in front the computer.
Mikey: curled-up fetal position, sometimes holding a pillow
7. Who steals all the blankets?:
Mikey and Raph still all the blankets.
Donnie’s and Leo’s S/O still the blankets.
8. Who falls asleep mid-conversation?: Only the youngest of the brothers!
Raph
Mikey
9. Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares? (from the one who is more likely to the least likely)
Mikey: His nightmares are about birthday parties (and this is canon lol)
Raph: About himself as the nightwatcher, crossing the line and killing someone out of rage. Also could be about Leo dying while he was training far from home.
Leo: From weird things he saw on the jungle to lose one of his siblings in battle.
Donnie: rarely has nightmares
10. Who kisses their s/o awake in the morning?:
Leo and Mikey kiss their s/o awake in the morning
Donnie and Raph are kissed awake by their s/o in the morning
hope you like it!
You sat at the table, looking at the box while fumbling with it in your hands
Only a couple weeks ago, the turtles interrupted you while you relaxed in the comfort of your apartment
You were unwinding after a long day, bathed in candlelight and sipping on some sweet wine
Suddenly Mikey and Raph crashed down on your balcony while Leo and Donnie were standing in the hallway (damn them for being ninjas)
And it was no accident, they intentionally scared the living fuck out of you
Throwing the glass of wine across your living room you let out a high pitched scream and fell to the floor
As they were all laughing hysterically, you made it your mission to get back at them
So you waited patiently until the right moment would present itself
And today it finally did
Tearing at the tape of the cardboard box, you ripped it open and triumphantly eyed the object inside
Quietly getting to your feet, you lightly stepped towards the dojo
Stopping at the door, you grasped at the knob and ever so slowly turned the handle
Silently peering in, you saw the turtles in the middle of the room
Sitting in an indian style pose, their hands on their knees in an om position, eyes closed, they all quietly meditated
Keeping your intrusion a secret, you leaned your hand into the slightly opened door, grasping at the white can
Using your index and middle fingers, you positioned them on the button of the small red horn
Using your other hand, you braced yourself on the door frame
This was it, you were going to get even with them
Firmly pressing down on the red controller the sound almost took your breath away
The damn Titanic might as well have been pulling into port with the booming blare coming from the small white can
Slamming the door shut while falling back, you laughed your ass off while leaning on the floor
You could here the cacophony of yelling and cuss words coming from turtles inside
Quickly getting to your feet, you ran down the hall and heard the door swing open
You may have gotten even, but the thunderous footsteps running towards you signified you were in for a serious ass whooping
I was bored at work when this little drabble came into my head. My mind is a scary place sometimes. Much love 😘🤣
In the mood for something simple. So here's baby Mikey with a cookie to brighten your day
:3
I found it. The movie that awakened my bisexuality.
My poor heart ached for the confusion.
I am confused no more
Anybody interested in a random painting that suddenly looked too good not to do TMNT and the person who did it months ago was too scared to share because they loved it so much then several negative comments made them hide it because they weren't sure if it was actually any good...
That was awesome!
I love Mikey!
Focus on one project at a time? Finish a project before starting another? Blasphemy.
Just something quick. Vinnie needs rest.
Adrenaline Rush
Day twelve of the Thirteen Days of Halloween series!
The Best ™ art ever by @ierindoodles here Prompt: Haunted House
Summary: Virgil keeps getting way too into scaring the hot guy that keeps going through the haunted house. Fluffy romantic prinxiety and background logicality.
Word Count: 3019
Trigger Warnings: fake blood, fake gore, fear, horror, sympathetic Deceit
The prince guy was back again. Virgil couldn’t fight down the thrill fluttering in his chest at the sight of the other man, strolling in with that freckled friend of his, the one who dressed like a fae. Cute, undeniably (and he was sure Logan had noticed that), but he was nowhere near as fun.
No, it was the prince that Virgil wanted to approach in the darkness, the prince that Virgil wanted to slide behind and murmur in his ear, the prince that made the most delicious noises, the prince that Virgil wanted to scare the living daylights out of.
He worked in a haunted house, after all.
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Shifted
Thomas decides to see what all the Side’s animal forms would be. It does not go so well for Anxiety.
This is set pre accepting anxiety, and diverges a little from the cannon of that episode, fair warning.
He is terrified. His heart is pounding as he pulls further back into the shadows, hiding under the couch. He can hear the others out there, talking, laughing, having fun. This isn’t fun.
“An owl? Really, Thomas, owls aren’t even actually smart, their eyes take up much of their cranial cavity.”
“Come on, kiddo, they are symbols of wisdom. And those wings sure must be nifty! I’m having a pawsome time myself!” A groan at the pun.
“I always thought Logan was a bit bird brained.” Roman mutters. “But seriously, a dragon? While the scales are quite flattering, it is a bit strange, considering I usually fight them.”
“I don’t know, Roman, I guess cause you’re always talking about questing I just settled on a fantasy creature. It is pretty cool.“ He rolls his eyes at the huff of pride he can hear as Roman no doubt puffs up his chest, flares his wings.
“Speaking of strange, where’s anxiety?” his ears flatten against his head, pulse picking up again. They’re talking about him.
“He should be here. I did summon him.” Thomas, confused. He curses his inability to sink out in this form.
“Perhaps he has taken the form of a smaller animal and is hiding.” He almost hisses, could Logic shut up for once?
“Aw, maybe we should look for him! He’ll probably be so cute!”
“Please. That weirdo is probably a venomous spider or a little parasite. Who cares, where he is?” yes, thank you Roman, for once being not a moron.
“Patton, if you’re worried perhaps you can sniff him out. You are a cat, after all.” No. Nonono. Logic, shut it!
“Good idea, Logan. Give it a try!” and he is outta here before he even knows what he’s doing.
His terror skyrockets and he shoots out from under the couch to the startled yelps of everyone else. Everything is big, huge, compared to him, the living room seems endless.
The stairs, he just needs to get to the stairs and he’ll be able to physically enter the mindscape, he’s so close-
Then there is the flap of wings, a victorious shriek, and talons are digging into his shoulders pinning him down.
“Well, what have we here?” He shoves aside his fear, proud as his voice comes out just as scathing and steady as ever.
“Get off, you overgrown lizard.” He bites out, Roman’s scaled head coming into view. He glares at Roman’s laughter.
“Anxiety, kiddo? Is that you?”
“No, its Joan, yes it’s me, Patton, now get off, Roman!” His heart is beating fast, too fast, and his words are wavering. He is afraid, afraid, afraid. He hates this, hates it, he just wants this to be over.
“Hmm. I don’t think I will. Think about it, Thomas. We have the opportunity here to get anxiety out of our way for good.” His stomach drops, his blood goes cold, he is shaking.
“Roman, what are you suggesting?” Logan, he can’t be considering this, please no, please!
“I mean, we don’t need to vanquish him. We can keep him like this. Put him in a cage, or something.”
“I’m not a pet, you idiot, and you can’t keep me like this forever.” He hisses out.
“Oh contraire, little mouse, we can keep you weak enough you don’t have any choice.” His heart lurches as he is lifted up, Roman’s wings buffeting him, they are in the air.
“Roman, put me down! I… please! Pleasepleaseplease…” he is crying now, begging, because he can’t, this can’t be happening, they can’t actually intend to keep him locked in this form, weak and powerless, in a cage.
The floor seems so far away, and he feels sick, from the altitude shift or what is happening or both, he can’t tell. The anguished terror is filling him and he lets out a broken, choked sob.
This is what he gets, for thinking he could ever be accepted, for thinking he could ever be tolerated, much less liked. All he’d ever done was his job, and this is his reward.
“Logan, what-” he lets out a squeak despite himself as a blur of gray rams into Roman, sending him spiraling off balance.
Then he feels the talon’s grip slip, and he screams. He is falling, flipping through the air. From this height in this form his bones will break, shatter, with his luck his neck will snap. He has time to cry for help, before he impacts.
“Gotcha!” The halt is jarring, and he is shaking, instinctively flattening himself to make as small a target as possible as he tries to get ahold of himself. He realizes it’s soft, the ground.
He looks up and nearly screams again, instead flattening further. Patton has caught him, sitting on his back haunches, he is caught in Patton’s front paws.
“p-p-put me d-down. Please.” His voice is a whisper, trembles making him stutter, but Patton instantly complies, much to his relief.
He hears a shriek and looks up, just in time to see silver talons coming right at him, then they crash into him and he feels a ripping pain in his shoulder.
He can hear Patton yelling, Logan screeching, Roman growling, and it is loud so loud and all he can think is he is about to die-
“Enough!” Thomas yells, and suddenly the ground isn’t so close, suddenly he is stumbling to his feet, lunging for his normal spot on the stairs, reaching it in two strides. He lets out a relieved sob as he clutches the bannister, looking back at the others.
Logan has landed in a heap on the couch. Patton and Roman are tangled around each other on the floor. Patton’s gaze meets his, worried.
“kiddo, you’re bleeding.” He lifts his hand numbly to his shoulder, mildly surprised as it comes away sticky and red. He lets out a broken, bitter laugh.
“Gee, wonder how that happened. Not like someone was trying to kill me, or worse hold me captive and torture me for my whole existence.“ His voice is raw and instead of biting sarcasm, it comes out as an almost whisper, red rimmed eyes glaring at the floor as he shakes, from latent fear and pulsing anger.
“Anxiety-” he half successfully chokes back another sob, harsh laughter tearing at his lungs.
“no, know what, it’s fine. It’s fine, Thomas. I always knew I wasn’t wanted. I was an idiot to hope you might… might ever actually change, actually want me around. Hell, even care about me like I care about you and keeping you safe.” He can barely stand, he doesn’t know if it’s from the pain and blood loss or the adrenaline fading or the panic attack he can feel pressing against him, tightening his chest.
“Kiddo…” he shakes his head.
“Y'know, if you really wanted me dead, all you had to do was ask. I would’ve done it myself.” He doesn’t look up. Doesn’t see the pained shock on Patton’s face, the suspicious surprise on Roman’s, the horror on Logan’s. The pain on Thomas’s. Instead, he flips up his hood, hugging himself as he wordlessly sinks out.
He managed to lock the door before he collapses to the floor. His chest feels like it’s being squeezed by a boa constrictor, his ribs crushed and all the air shoved out of his lungs. His vision narrows to a dark pinprick, gaze unseeing as he sees Roman’s talons again and again, falling and splattering against the floor, bones shattered, bars, a cage, closing in, pressing him tight, he can’t breathe, he’s choking, he’s dying, god, he’s going to die here. Why not? He laughs hysterically, that’s what they want, may as well give it to ‘em.
“virgil, no. It’s not what we all want. Come back to me, stormy. Focus on my voice. You can do it, Virgil.” Virgil. None of them know his name. Only, only…
“Dee?” he chokes out, blurry vision focusing enough to see Deceit, holding his hands in his lap, rubbing circles on his knuckles.
“There we are. Hello, dearest.” Deceit reaches up, softly wiping away his tears, brushing back his hair.
“I’m an idiot. I’m a stupid idiot.” He mutters.
“No. Virgil, you’re not. It’s ok.” He hisses in a breath of pain as Dee places a hand on his shoulder, vision going speckly at the slight contact. Dee pulls away, eyes wide, face darkening to fury.
“You’re hurt. Vee, you’re bleeding" he just shrugs, another sob clawing its way out of his throat.
“Doesn’t matter.” He whispers. Deceit hisses, and pulls him onto his lap.
“It does. Even if they don’t care, even if they don’t love you, I do. It matters to me. You will always matter to me. You’re my baby, Virg. Even if you’ve left the nest, you’re still my little rain storm. Got it?” He feels Dee’s extra arms removing his hoodie, then all six are cradling him against Dee’s chest, holding him tight and safe and secure, letting him relax and melt into the touch, knowing Dee will never let anything hurt him. He feels Dee press a kiss to his head.
“you’ve wiped yourself out, love. I’ll take care of that nasty shoulder gash. Get some sleep, dearest.” Weakly, he clings to Dee’s shirt. He doesn’t want him to let go, he doesn’t feel safe, if Dee lets go.
“I’m staying, darling. I’ll stay as long as you want.”
“remus-“
“can rain down all the hell he wants. Until you’re better, they deserve it.” He finds he can’t argue with that. He falls asleep to Dee humming softly, stroking his forehead and holding his hand, his other arms working to gently bandage his shoulder.
Deceit sighs as he hears a crash. Looking up, he sees Remus kick in the door, eyes aflame.
“who hurt him? Who’s ass do I gotta beat until it falls off?”
“hush. I just got him settled.” Dee replies. In three strides, Remus is beside him, head cocked unnaturally far to the side, like a snapped neck.
“He’s ok?” Remus asks, neck snapping back to a normal position with an audible click.
“yes. Keep an eye on him, please?”
“What? Where’re you going?” Remus asks. Deceit’s eyes flash.
“I am going to go see what exactly those half-witted buffoons did to send him spiraling. Then I am going to determine whom it is I need to beat the shit out of.” Deceit growled, stepping away from the bed.
“Boo, you never let me have any fun.” Remus pouts. He instantly stops as Virgil lets out a small sound, immediately climbing into the bed with him and spooning around him. Virgil curls against him immediately, stilling as he clings onto Remus.
“Thank you.” Deceit murmurs from the doorway. Remus nods.
“I’ll take care of our little stormy night. You go teach ‘em a lesson, Dee.” Remus replies, relishing the sharp fanged smile Deceit flashes him, before sinking out. As an afterthought, he snaps, replacing the door, before turning his attention to Virgil, trying to mentally send him all of his love. Virgil is more of a brother to him than Roman has ever been, and he hates seeing him hurt.
“hang in there, vee. Dee’ll fix everything.”
“I highly doubt he wants to be called right now.”
“But he was so scared! We have to help!”
“I don’t know Pat, seeing us might make it worse.” He clears his throat. He meets three sets of surprised eyes with steel. Thomas yelps and falls backwards, catching himself on the wall.
“Who is that?!”
“Deceit, you scurrilous snake, what are you doing here?” his eyes narrow at that.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Roman, was I not wanted here at this exact moment?” his voice is a perfect mimicry of Virgil’s, and to his satisfaction it makes Roman flinch.
“Thomas. This is Deceit. He is responsible for the lies you tell not only others, but yourself. I am puzzled as to why you have appeared now. To my knowledge, no lies have been spoken.” Logan explains, and his hands ball into fists.
“Oh, truly, why ever would I be here? It'ssss not like Anxiety returned bloody and injured, in the midsssst of a panic attack, talking about how nobody wantssss him and it doessssn’t matter. I’m sure that hassss nothing to do with it, Logic.” He hisses out, spitting Logan’s title like it burns his tongue.
He can see Patton’s guilty face out of the corner of his eye, knows whatever happened, it wasn’t him. But Roman… yes.
“So Thomas, dear, care to explain what happened?” He asks, sickly sweet, turning his gaze to Thomas, who has a slight frown on his face. As an afterthought, he notes that Thomas isn’t afraid of him, despite his scales and sharp fangs. Interesting.
“I thought it would be cool to see what everyone’s animal forms would be. Logan was an owl, Pat was a persian cat, and Roman was a dragon. But we didn’t see anxiety anywhere so we thought he was small and hiding and maybe too scared to move. Pat was gonna find him, then a mouse shot out from under the couch and Roman…” Thomas trails off, eyes shifting away, but it’s enough to confirm his suspicions.
“Roman. Care to continue?” Roman meets his ice cold gaze imperiously.
“gladly. I captured the fiend in my claws. Hurting him was an accident. I merely meant to catch him while he was small and couldn’t hurt us and contain him. Keep him small, so he’d stop bothering Thomas. It’s not like we need him, anyways.” Roman scoffs.
Rage is filling him. Because Roman truly thinks he is in the right, truly thinks he didn’t do anything wrong, and his voice is proud as he speaks about traumatizing Virgil, who is the youngest, the smallest, the most vulnerable to start with. How dare he?
Before he can think, he has crossed the room, he rears his hand back and slaps Roman hard enough to send him reeling backwards.
“You are a heartless, soulless bastard. I told him not to come, I told him he’d get hurt but he didn’t listen. You know why? It’s certainly not because he wants to be included, he doesn’t yearn for your acceptance, it doesn’t break him a little more each time you all dismiss and send him away unwanted. He definitely doesn’t just want to be liked! He never has a hard enough time just being himself, being afraid, all the fucking time, and you have certainly helped make him feel right at home.” He hisses, ignoring the tears stinging at his eyes as he whips around, facing the rest of them.
“And you’re no better. How do you think it feels, knowing the person who conjured you doesn’t even want you? How terrified would you be, surrounded by people who have never showed you kindness, who have admitted their distaste, small and defenseless, being threatened to be put in a cage? His worst fear is something happening to Thomas and being unable to reach him, to react and help. It’s his job to protect Thomas, and you were threatening to keep him away, to put Thomas’s own safety at risk for your own stupid biases! You were threatening to make his nightmare real, and not a single fucking one of you said otherwise, did you?!” He yells, slowly looking at each of them in turn. No one will meet his eyes now, not even Roman.
“you don’t deserve him. You don’t deserve his name. No wonder he hasn’t told you. You’re a bunch of ignorant bullies. And you’d say I’m the bad guy. You all picked out the most vulnerable and pounced.” He shifts his head, turning to Thomas, a curling, empty smile on his face.
“It was a fucking pleasure, Thomas. I’ll be taking my leave.” The lie is bitter and acrid on his tongue, tasting of ash as he sinks out.
He returns to Virgil’s room, immediately hurrying to his bedside, because he is crying, despite Remus’s attempts to soothe him.
“Vee, what’s wrong?” he asks. Virgil glares at him through his tears.
“you said you were gonna stay!” he lets out a soft breath, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I know. I just had to check on something. But you know Remus would never let anything hurt you, right?” Virgil nods, leaning back into Remus’s arms.
“That’s right, starshine. You’re safe.” Remus whispers, rocking Virgil gently, who responds by pressing his face into Remus’s chest.
“You’re staying now, right?” Virgil mumbles. He smiles, slipping under the covers.
“I am. No lies this time.” He murmurs as Virgil lays down, curling into him. He reaches out with all six arms, pulling Remus closer, hugging both of them and sandwiching Virgil in warmth and safety.
“What was it?” Remus asks lowly, once Virgil is out again. He sighs.
“Shapeshifting, animal forms. He was a mouse. Roman was a dragon. Threatened to keep him locked up. It got physical.”
“You mean Roman was a bitch and attacked Virgil unprovoked.” Remus’s voice is flat, and he shoots him a soft look, one of his hands slipping into Remus’s.
“I’m going to kill him.” He squeezes Remus’s hand.
“Later. We can work on murder plans later. Right now Vee needs us.”
“Anxiety, it’s dinner time!” Patton’s voice trills. He opens his eyes with a groan, freezing instantly.
This… isn’t his room. It isn’t even the commons. He’s laying in soft bedding. He realizes he’s in a little plastic hut. His heart speeds. He looks down at himself, human, good.
He flinches as the house is lifted up, leaving him exposed. His breath catches in his lungs, Patton is looming over him, he is giant. He skitters back, realizing his back is pressing against metal wire. Cage, he is in a cage, he is tiny, in a cage.
He scrambles, trying to claw his way out, trying to bend the wire enough to wriggle out.
“hey, now. None of that kiddo.” His stomach flips as hands squeaze around his waist and he is lifted into the air. He is barely as tall as Patton’s ring finger, he is so high in the air as Patton places him down on his palm.
“patton please, please, just let me go, please!” he begs, feeling tears slipping down his face.
“Aw, I know kiddo. But this is better for everyone. This way you’re still around but don’t bother Thomas.” He stumbles as Patton places him back in the cage, doubling over and choking on sobs as a small food dish is placed inside, the shadows of bars shading his face.
He is still begging, pleading, screaming, for Patton, for anyone, to let him out, let him go, but he knows no one is coming, and the bars are pressing in, and soon there won’t be any more space, any more air.
“hush, stormy, shhh. It’s ok. It’s ok, lovely.” His eyes fly open, and he clings to Dee, feeling all of his arms cradling him tight as he sniffles into his shoulder, sobs shaking his thin frame.
“Just a dream, Vee.” He feels Remus’s hand on his, feels the terror and residual fear draining out of him as the nightmare is removed from his mind. The pros of dark creativity. Remus can steal other people’s bad thoughts, bad dreams, but then he experiences whatever the thoughts were. He hears Remus’s sharp inhale as he sees it, feels his hand tighten it’s grip.
“thanks ree.” He manages, his voice hoarse and sore.
“Virgil, love, we should talk about it. I only got minor details from them.”
“what’s to say? They were going to keep me in a cage, they d-didn’t want me.” Dee draws back a tad, looking down at Virgil’s face, eyes hidden behind his bangs.
“did anyone help? Surely not all of them went along with this.” He shrugs, taking a deep breath.
“R-roman g-g-rabbed me in his talons and st-started flying. But he yelled… I think L-Logan tried to stop him. He was an o-o-owl. I think he rammed Roman and made him drop me. P-p-patton c-caught me. And… and he put me down, right away, when I asked. I… I don’t think they woulda let Roman k-keep me.” He mumbles out, shaking. Dee feels his heart breaking, can feel the murder on Remus’s face.
“That’s good, Virge. They were trying to defend you.” Virgil shakes his head.
“but they didn’t. Only p-patton even cared I was h-hurt. Thomas… Thomas didn’t say a-anything.”
“but he changed you back.” His brow creases as he looks out from Dee’s arms at Remus’s words. “if he agrees with Roman, he wouldn’t have changed you back.”
“He’s right, lovely. Thomas doesn’t hate you. I know that. That is fact.” He sighs.
“Doesn’t feel like it right now.” He mumbles.
“I know. And that’s ok, Virge.” Dee kisses his head softly. He startles at a knock on the door.
“Remus, see who it is?”
“If it’s princey stab him for me.” Virgil mumbles, making Remus chuckle and ruffle his hair.
“Gladly, stormy.”
He throws open the door, leaning in the doorway with a cocky grin, teeth sharp and eyes glinting.
“Well, well, hello there Daddy. Have I been naughty?” he teases, moving to block Patton’s view of the room.
“Remus… what… what are you doing here?” Patton asks nervously.
“Apparently playing the butler. Y'know, Patton, in the movies the butler is always guilty of murder.” He tilts his head slowly, relishing the fear that races across Patton’s face. “Now, what are you doing here, daddio?” Patton fiddles with his sweater sleeves, a frown settling on his face.
“I just… I know he probably doesn’t want to see us right now, heck, maybe ever, and I don’t fault him for it. Today… today was bad. Really, really bad. I just want to make sure he’s ok. And apologize. We… we chewed out Roman. His actions were unacceptable. Just… I would never let that happen. He’s not… he’s a person, and I don’t always agree with him, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to take away his voice or opinion. Can you just… pass that on, for me? Please?”
Remus looks back at the bed, softening as he sees Virgil uncurling from Dee, sitting with his knees pulled to his chest, leaning against Dee, who has an arm around his shoulders. Virgil looks up at Dee, a silent question.
“No lies.” Dee murmurs, and Virgil bites his lip. “You wanna let him in?” He asks softly. Virgil hesitates, but nods.
“If he means it… yeah.” Virgil mumbles.
“He does. Remus, stop playing. V- Anxiety says he can come in.” He calls, catching himself before using Virgil’s actual name. Remus sighs, but steps aside.
“Well? Come in then.”
Hesitantly, Patton steps inside the dark room, taking in the soft, dark carpet, the dark to light purple gradient painted on the walls. There are also posters for bands carefully hung in frames, and a few posters for movies that Anxiety must like. He sees fairy lights strung across the ceiling that sparkle like stars without the main lights turned on.
He lets out a soft noise of hurt as he takes in Anxiety, knees pulled to his chest, his shoulders hunched. His eyeshadow is smeared all over his face, his eyes red and puffy. He glances at Deceit, not as surprised to see him here, tilting his head. Deceit nods minutely, and he sits down next to Anxiety, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, careful not to touch him, to give him space.
“hey kiddo. How’s your shoulder?” He asks.
“better. Dee helped. It still… still hurts.” His voice is quiet and unsure and hoarse.
“Yeah. I think it would be pretty strange if it didn’t. I’m glad you’re going to be ok, though. Even if it hurts now, it’ll feel better eventually.”
“will it?” He is surprised as Patton pulls him into a hug, startled, but after a moment he leans into it, tucking his chin against Patton’s shoulder.
“I have never wanted you to die. I have never wanted you to leave. You’re one of my kiddos, kiddo, and that means I stand up for you when something hurts you, no matter who or what it is.”
“i’m scared. I hate… I hate being small… I hate… it’s so big, everything… I could drown, in a puddle, I could be crushed by a book, I could be stepped on, I could be crushed, I could get hurt and no one would know, no one would realize or find me. I could be caged…” He chokes out, fear flooding through him again. “I could be caged and my influence squashed, and then no one would protect Thomas, look out for dangers, keep him… keep him on task, keep him motivated to d-do better. I c-can’t… trapped, and b-bars and it-it’s too much… too small…” He is shaking again, on the edge of hysteria, but Patton is rocking him, holding him.
“Oh honey… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. We didn’t know you were gonna be that little. I’m sorry we didn’t ask permission first, we weren’t thinking. I promise, promise,” he pulled back so Anxiety could see his eyes, tears spilling down his own cheeks, “that I will physically fight anyone who suggests we do that again, who even dares to mention putting you in a cage. I nearly did fight Roman, Logan had to hold me back.” That gets a weak laugh out of Anxiety, imagining Logan holding back a kicking and spitting furious Patton. “I love you, kiddo. I really, really do, and if anyone has a problem with that, has a problem with you, they’ll have to go through me first.” Patton’s voice is fierce, and he doesn’t have to look at Dee to know that he isn’t lying.
“T-thomas-”
“Is worried about you, kiddo. I came to check on you cause he wanted to make sure you were gonna be ok. What you said… really, really scared us, but we didn’t wanna summon you, because we knew you probably didn’t want to be summoned. He’s sorry, too. We all are.”
“Even Roman?” He asks, bitterness in his voice. Patton hesitates, sighing.
“I don’t know. I think… I think he’s sorry he got yelled at, sorry he got in trouble, sorry we didn’t agree with him. But I don’t think he’s sorry for what he actually did to you, said to you. Which makes me angry, because he should be sorry, but he isn’t, and if he isn’t, I can’t change that. What I can do is make sure you are going to be alright. I can learn what else we shouldn’t do without asking your permission. I can be better at speaking up when Roman threatens or takes jabs at you, and eventually, hopefully, his attitude will change as he learns none of us are going to enable him anymore. I’m sorry it went this far.” He blinks, surprised. He didn’t expect Patton to acknowledge Roman’s inability to see his own wrongdoings. He didn’t expect Patton to admit to his own shortcomings. He didn’t expect Patton to be… honest.
“What would you like us to do for now, Anxiety? Clearly, you have two people who love you very much helping your right now, so I feel ok leaving, if you like. I just didn’t want you to be alone, when you were so upset. Thomas… all of us, want to speak with you about what happened, to try and make ammends, but we’ll do that on your terms, so there’s no rush. Just, whenever you’re ready to talk, we’re ready to listen. If you like, I can bring you meals, if you don’t wanna leave your room for a while. I wanna keep you healthy, and I know if I leave you to your own devices it’ll be chips and soda for every meal.” He lets out a little snort at that, because Patton is right, of course, and he’s already calmed down so much because Patton is being so nice, and he knows Dee would have told him if Patton had lied.
“that all sounds good, yeah.” He mumbles, shifting out of Patton’s hug, pulling his knees to his chest once again.
“ok. Is there anything else you need, or would like me to do?” He bites his lip, thinking.
“Just… just let them know I’m ok? If they’re really that worried about me.” Patton squeezes his non injured shoulder once as he stands, smiling gently.
“Will do, kiddo. If you ever need anything, or just want some company, don’t be afraid to call me up.”
“I… might.” Patton smiles again, soft and warm.
“I love you, Anxiety.” Patton turns away, but before he sinks out, Virgil steels his courage.
“Virgil!” He shouts, and the room seems to freeze. Remus is staring at him in wide eyed surprise. Deceit has stopped rubbing his back, and Patton falters mid step, before turning to face him, something akin to awe on his face. “That’s… my name. My name is Virgil.” A huge smile blooms across Patton’s face, his eyes light up with tender joy, and he sniffles, wiping away tears.
“Virgil. I think that’s a lovely name, Virgil. I know I’m usually a blabber mouth, but it when it counts, I can keep a secret.” Patton winks, sending a smile flashing across his own face as warmth blooms in his chest. With a wave, Patton sinks out, and he collapses back against Deceit with a long, low sigh.
“You sure about that, Virg?” Remus asks, from where he’s leaning against the wall, having simply observed everything.
“yeah. Yeah I… think I am.” He feels Dee press another soft kiss to the top of his head.
“Proud of you, lovely.” He smiles, closing his eyes as he feels Remus settle on the other side of him. He is still scared and afraid and knows the nightmares won’t leave him alone for ages, now. But he also knows that at least Patton is on his side. And Patton is almost more of a mama bear than Deceit. If the two of them are looking out for him, he knows nothing will hurt him like this ever again.
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