• sassy ninja •

         Donnie was nearly barrelled over by the figured suddenly latching onto him. He only just managed to stay upright. “ What the- ” He started to say before he heard yelling coming from in front of him and his eyes widened to see the group of men seemingly chasing after them now. 

“ Oh, sweet Robert Kein, okay! Hold on! ” Donnie said. He removed his arm from her hold and rewrapped it around her waist, pulling her to his side before he launched them off of the ground. The jetpack neatly stored in his battle shell came to life and the two shot into the air. 

He couldn’t be sure if the person he was helping was in the right, but he found that usually, in a many vs. one kind of battle, it was usually easier to help the one. Still, it would be nice to figure out why she needed the help. 

finally taking notice of who exactly this was, her vision left the focus of the fact that the ground was drastically far away from the soles of her feet, and was now paying rather close attention to the non-human being that now literally held her life in his hands. not being able to look at him properly without fear of falling she decided to answer his question without asking one of her own. whether he was human or not, he still saved her life.

“maybe try the volume buttons next time??”

it’s not like leo planned on becoming his school’s ultra popular, super handsome, witty and whimsical bully hunter™ - it just sort of happened. afterall, there were three things leo hated most: his cat allergies, studying, and bullies. when he almost instantly rose to the top in popularity, it only made sense for him to stick up for the little guy, afterall, his own brother was down there with all the other bully victims. he ran his hands through his dark hair, which was now damp with his blood. a pitiful attempt to stand up reminded him of when the fight had gotten so messy in the first place as a sharp pain shot up his leg through his now twisted ankle.

he decided it was better to sit on the dirty sidewalk in the dark ally just behind their school for a little longer, his family would probably think he was just at one of his club meetings or sports practices anyway - besides he had to make sure his dad wouldn’t be home, and yoshi usually spent his evenings picking up girls at the local bar, which it was way too early for. leo decided to just wait until then, accompanied by graffiti and cockroaches. he took a deep breath, the cool november air was crisp on his wounds, but the warm sun was almost therapeutic. with a gentle thud he laid down on the hard pavement, thankful it was such a quiet area so he wouldn’t have to worry about passers-by thinking he was some drunk bastard passed out in the middle of the day; though he could go for a vape right about now.

he sighed as he thought back to the fight with dean that got him here. it’s not that he lost necessarily, afterall the other guy is the one who retreated, lead out by leo’s misquoted lines of guidance, it just didn’t go exactly as he had planned. turns out not all bullies are as stupid as they seem, and this one in particular was smart enough to surprise leo with some of his ‘friends’. losing was not in the teenager’s vocabulary, and so his self esteem took more of a beating than he did.

‘okay leo time to think,, i can blame my twisted ankle and concussion on basketball, my black eye and nose injury on my self-taught jujutsu, and my lateness on student council meetings,, if anyone even asks.’ he nodded proudly at his problem solving, before sitting up abruptly at the sound of someone’s footsteps getting closer.

her green collared polo dan made her wear as a uniform, was messily tucked in to the pair of old blue jeans she was wearing. her sloppy ponytail swished left and right as she trudged along, the thought of food suddenly entering her mind, and causing her mouth to water in reaction. she couldn’t wait to get home and eat way too much to overcompensate for her rough time on the job. just as she was coming towards the corner to continue to her victory meal, she caught sight of some particularly slimy guys leaving an alleyway, the smug looks on their faces immediately alarming her. 

she leaned her head down as she walked past, and shockingly felt a hand attempt to grab her arm.  hell no.  she grabbed the pepper-spray her mom made her carry in her purse and got a solid shot in her attacker’s vision. they immediately retreated and she felt her heart rate still increasing by the sudden realization of just how bad that could have been. looking back to make sure the jerks had all left, she felt herself being pulled towards whatever was in that alley, preparing herself to find a rather unpleasant sight based on the blood on those guy’s hands. 

her empathy triggered as she found a boy, about her age, drooped lazily on the pavement. he had obviously been pummeled by the idiots she met on the street. 

🐍 A soft puff of air left her nose, as she laid back on the ground next to him, feeling slight prickles on her neck from the blades of grass. Karai hadn’t seen stars like this since Japan, and she had almost forgotten just how stunning they are. 

“     I figured you’d wanna be a cop or somethin’-

    HEARING KARAI TELL HIM THAT, THAT SHE WOULDN’T HAVE BLAMED HIM, helps to lift a weight he hadn’t even realize was sitting on his shoulders.

Just one person telling him that he wasn’t awful for the thoughts he had had while they buried their father made him feel lighter. A part of him wondering if his brothers would have thought the same. Had they all stood around their father’s grave wishing they could escape this life now that their guiding light was gone? Losing their father had opened a brand-new chapter in their lives, but it was a chapter they hadn’t expected to see for many years.

He leans closer to Karai, his voice just barely above a whisper.

                            “ I wouldn’t even know where to go. ”

🐍    -    a puff of air gently escaped her nose, as a sudden chill went through her when his voice become lighter, the rasp in his tone accentuated by the change in volume. her head turned slightly, as her eyes continued to travel further, connecting with his eyes. she couldn’t help but feel awful for him .. for all the guilt he obviously lived with. for all the responsibility now laying heavy on his shoulders, the desire for escape just burning within him.

                              and there was seemingly nothing she could do to help. 

Material studies ✨

(The snake’s name is Ramen)

                                                            have you forgotten about our fox?                                                       the one who now had an eye for beauty                                               and an inclination to set it apart from other things …

                                                 T U N D R A B C R N

“ y’know what shouldn’t disgust you ?? a nice cold glass of creamy deliciousness ”

“ i’m a giant baby who drinks plain whole milk and i’m proud of this fact. ”

1. You are responsible for your own media experience. 

2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.

3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.

4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.