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kayable ([personal profile] kayable) wrote in [community profile] valentineslockers2017-02-01 06:44 pm

2017 Locker for Jo

Name (as you'd like it to appear in the subject line for your stocking): Jo, or JT

Friending Meme Post: http://valentineslockers.dreamwidth.org/9523.html?thread=239923#cmt239923

Fandoms: Transformers, TMNT, Yowapeda, Free, Haikyuu, Donten ni Warau, DMMD

Characters/Pairings/Moresomes: Optimus Prime/Ratchet, Knock Out/Soundwave, Mikey+Leatherhead, Mikey+Leo, Kinjou/Makishima, Fukutomi/Toudou, Sousuke/Rin, Ukai/Takeda, Moniwa, Aone, Suga, Kagami+Chuutarou, Tenka/Shirasu, Mink/Aoba

Likes: sci-fi/cyberpunk AUs, urban fantasy AUs, injury/illness care (gore is ok :3c), found families, platonic cuddling, established relationships

Dislikes: terminal illness, major character death, pining, non-canonical family death/estrangement, non-canonical abuse, self harm, soulmate/Harry Potter/college or high school/coffee shop/human AUs, plots based in homophobia/racism/etc, Midousuji, Aoba Josei team, the pairings Toudou/Makishima, Tadokoro/Makishima, any ship with Arakita, Fukutomi/Kinjou, Rin/Haru, Sousuke/Makoto, most Haikyuu ships except Ukai/Takeda sorry,,,

Anything else: i love rich colors and subtle textures, also different hairstyles from canon and freckles


Reminder that NOTES are welcome too - just a nice little comment (either plain, or you can even type it up on a nice little graphic/image etc.) for the recipient.


(Comments are going to screened until the reveal on Feb 14. Lockers will be open until the end of Feb.)
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-02-13 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
HI JO. Uh. I hope you're the Jo I'm thinking of, else it'll be kinda weird. Anyway, here's some quick Leo/Mikey for you (gen or shippy, either interpretation is up to you). Have a good -Day!


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The brush swept over Leo's shell in sure lines, Mikey humming to himself as he painted. Wide stripes of color swirled into curlices that spiraled in each section of Leo's shell, the vivid blue contrasting with the green of the shell. Light yellow outlined the blue, giving it more impact, then red blossomed in the center of each section with purple rimming the whole shell in intense indigo-violet.

"How's it looking?" Leo asked, basking in the heat of the warm floor and the wet, smooth sensation of the brush working over his shell. Shell painting was one of the best ways to fool the CCTV cameras that infested the station; the cameras didn't recognize the patterns as belonging to anything human or alien, considering them to be more like wallpaper and ignoring them.

With Mikey's art on his shell, Leo could get around the city a lot easier. The neon paints were the cyberpunk version of camouflage, the glaring colors the equivalent of the spots and stripes that Earth creatures had once had.

"Lookin' good," Mikey said proudly, dabbing a little more color onto the shell. "You're gonna be the best-looking crime fighter on the colony!"

"Nobody's supposed to be looking at me," Leo pointed out. "Anyone that sees me gets their butt kicked for being a bad guy."

"Well, uh, the next person you save from a bad guy will be all impressed! They'll want to know where you got that cool art from and you'd better tell them that it was me." Mikey dabbed a little paint onto Leo's nose playfully and Leo laughed, his amused snort making his shell rise and fall so that the paint came dangerously close to smearing.

"Right, Mikey. I'll tell them that right before they run away screaming from the giant turtle with glow-in-the-dark markings on his shell who just beat down an evil android."

"That's the spirit," Mikey said with a laugh of his own. He dabbed more paint onto his brother's nose, adding a swipe of yellow to go with the earlier blue.

"Teenage Mutant Neon Turtles!"

"Heroes with a hot shell," Leo quipped.

The two of them high-fived, Mikey's paint going flying everywhere in globs. It splashed over him, Leo and the rest of the room but the two of them grinned at each other all the same.

"Turtle power!"

A second later, Donatello entered and shrieked, "What is this mess?!"
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[personal profile] mother_herbivore 2017-02-25 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
THIS IS CUTE!!! i like the idea of the turtles using paint to fool the cameras (also, makes me think of the super outlandish sci-fi hairstyles that are designed to confuse facial recognition software, which is neat), and i'm a big fan of bodypainting in any context *u*

thank you a bunch!!!!

(also, it seems that i'm the jo you're thinking of, but i... don't know who you are asksjdfhk?!)
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-02-25 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Actually, um, this is super awkward but apparently you aren't Raes whom I assumed was Jo SO. HI STRANGER. I'M REALLY GLAD THAT THIS THING I WROTE FOR MY FRIEND'S TASTES COINCIDED WITH YOUR TASTES AS WELL.

Actually, I should've known when you didn't list Leo/Ralph as a desired pairing. HUH. XDDDD

And yesss, I love those super outlandish hairstyles and makeup! Those were actually what inspired the idea of turtle shell painting so I'm glad that you got the reference too! Thhank you for the sweet comment and so sorry about the mix up!
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[personal profile] mother_herbivore 2017-02-25 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
I know rae!!!! OH YOU MUST BE DAMIEN, I UNDERSTAND NOW

it must be a small world, I was honestly really surprised that anyone bit the tmnt prompts but i'm so glad ;w;
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-02-25 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, that's me! I FEEL INFAMOUS. XD How did you know who I am?

I am highly amused that someone who isn't Rae prompted TMNT! But yeah, I was all OMG THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING SOMETHING DIFFERENT. Pretty much any time I saw a rare fandom being requested that I knew, I went for it. Hard. *om nom noms your prompt*
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[personal profile] mother_herbivore 2017-02-25 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
i know of you on twitter through lira and mels mostly, although some other mutuals have mentioned you sometimes ;0 i know of a lot of people through lira and mels tbh, just enough to recognize their names and have a little "!!!!" moment
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[personal profile] raernix 2017-02-25 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
This is great thanks for linking me! Leo and Mikey NEVER get enough screen time together and I love this so far deep down in my SOUL. Like WHY CANT THE 'OLDEST' AND THE 'YOUNGEST' HAVE GOOD MOMENTS
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[fic] Fukutomi/Toudou, Home-Made

[personal profile] catlarks 2017-02-21 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
A/N: I love soft domesticity and I am not sorry at all.


“Honestly,” Toudou says, sinking down beside Fukutomi at the small kitchen table. “You shouldn’t be eating that.”

Fukutomi looks down at the plate of apple pie spread out before him, fork poised in one hand, the tines pointed down in preparation to separate another bite from the halfway-decimated dessert. The moment draws out, a concession to the possibility that Toudou might be correct. Then Fukutomi scoops up another forkful of pie and levers it decisively into his mouth.

At Toudou’s offended squawk, Fukutomi swallows, offering in his defense: “But Toudou, the pie is home-made.”

Toudou sighs, rolling his eyes at a reply that means nothing. He’d been careful at first, at the start of the weekend. It’s the first time he’s visited Fukutomi at home since they started school together; Toudou’s parents instilled in both their children the importance of being a good houseguest, leaving Toudou with no choice save to be courteous as he knows how.

But neither of Fukutomi’s parents are much in evidence, stopping in for only moments at a time before running out to some other business meeting, social call, or other personal emergency. It’s difficult for Toudou to remain in the mindset of the dutiful, polite guest when it’s most often the case that it’s only him and Fukutomi, alone in the large house and left to their own devices.

“Home-made isn’t everything,” Toudou insists. “If that’s all you care about, just… Let me cook for you.”

Fukutomi pauses, mouth still moving slowly but hand lowering to rest against the table. He lets his snack fall by the wayside as his eyes lift to appraise Toudou’s face, as if he doubts the absolute certainty that if Toudou says he’s able and willing to cook, he’s more than capable of the job.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Toudou sniffs. “I’m a very good cook.”

Fukutomi swallows, throat slowly working as it clears itself. “I never said that you weren’t.”

“You didn’t have to. I know the look of someone who is doubting me.”

Fukutomi doesn’t argue with him, something Toudou suspects is one result of their long acquaintanceship. He’s right, anyway, and Fukutomi would do best to mind his tongue when it suits him. Toudou smiles, reaching out to pat Fukutomi’s hand. “I’ll make us a really good dinner, Fuku. You have such a well-outfitted kitchen. It only seems right to make use of it, and to enjoy what we’re able to cook in someplace like this.”

“I never thought about it that way,” Fukutomi admits. Then, after further consideration: “What do you want to cook?”

“That depends,” Toudou says, pushing himself back up from the table. He’s tried very hard to be the polite, noninvasive houseguest, but the time for that performance is past. He moves over to the pantry, raking his eyes over the shelves before he moves on to the fridge. “Both on what you’re in the mood for, and what materials we have to work with.”

“I’ll eat whatever it is you’re cooking,” Fukutomi says.

Fuku,” Toudou shoots back, despairing once again. But their relationship has always been much like this — Fukutomi is a man who focuses on the big picture, who will lead from on high because he has no need for venturing down into the muck of specifics. Toudou is the one who tends to those details, and he’s happy to do it. They work well together that way, like compliments.

“That’s hardly helpful,” Toudou says, though this time the roll of his eyes is fond. “At least give me something to work with.”

“I like things that are home-made,” Fukutomi adds. “If that’s helpful.”

Toudou’s lips part, another complaint poised on the tip of his tongue. But he bites it back, expression softening all the more. “That much,” he says, “I can most certainly promise you.”
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Re: [fic] Fukutomi/Toudou, Home-Made

[personal profile] mother_herbivore 2017-02-25 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
i love your writing sm lira, you bring a fresh angle to every trope and relationship, and your character voices are always so wonderfully distinct :') i'm so fond of your fukutous especially, the way they fit together and bring out the best in each other

THANK YOU ❤❤❤!!!!