noirleo

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cooking food is basically DJing. the ingredients are your playlist, low, medium, high heat are your equalizers, mixing tracks are the seasonings. there's now a rave in your kitchen

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Ever since I was a little girl ive always wanted to open the emergency exit door

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my favorite thing about the painting Saturn Devouring His Son is that Goya didn’t name any of his Black Paintings and died before their discovery so we just assumed that’s what the painting was depicting. like we’re just hoping that this painting we found in Goya’s dining room of a terrible giant eating a beheaded corpse is a depiction of Saturn eating his kid. praying, even.

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leo, who is sensitive about how scary he can be. leo who hit his growth spurt and got big. broad. his size matching his strength and his skill in battle such that his name is whispered in fear by those that would stand against him.

leo, who is so, so careful to be gentle, to hide this piece of him away from those he cares about, to show softness where others would see war. his care for you clear in every gentle touch at your back, each flower that he brings on his way home, the way he stares at you sometimes like you hung the stars in the sky and he's trying to find the best way to thank you.

leo, who sees you in danger and snaps. violence, blood, gore, fury. an animalistic rage. don't they know that you belong to him? don't they know who he is, what he would do? he doesn't stop at saving you. no. he punishes. makes an example of. you belong to leonardo hamato, the viscera around him says. one shall live, allowed to crawl away, to pass on the message. never again, his inhuman snarl warns. or else.

leo, who remembers himself, who comes back to conscious thought with shame. fear. turning around to where you'd slumped to the ground, expecting to see terrified eyes as you behold a monster and not a man.

leo, who instead sees your flustered face, your wide, infatuated eyes, your trembling knees pressing together, and thinks oh.

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Its the flat fuck

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I cannot stop thinking about how much Leo would adore domesticity help

Fuckin.... dishes. Cleaning the table after a family meal, his family in the next room all happy and full, and seeing you wash a plate off in the kitchen, and he just implodes a little. Any time you offer to clean up he's right there with you, wiping up crumbs and collecting dirty lasagna dishes from the stove and packing up the leftovers. It's like meditation and a little like cocaine, he thinks, the way he doesn't think he'll ever get enough of the way you look doing something so normal. He's microdosing on a normal life, and then you crack some dumb joke neither of you will remember in five minutes but he'll remember the warm, bubbly feeling that goes with his laugh until the day he dies.

Laundry, too. Folding your towels so you don't have to, thinking about how nice the warm, soft fabric feels on his hands, thinking about how much it feels like your smile. Looking up at you from across the pile of freshly-dried clothes and trying to match the way you fold your shirts and letting out a sheepish laugh when you try not to laugh yourself at his attempts.

Straightening up, scrubbing surfaces, organizing clutter, fucking cooking (which is a whole other post)- he just eats up every second of it, because it's safe. It's calm and comfortable. You're letting him into your life or helping him with his, you're taking care of a problem together, you're a team, you're his partner.

And when you let him help you? You're tired from work or dealing with a flare up or depressed or overwhelmed and you let him break down the boxes littering your floor and pick up the dishes that seem to multiply every time you blink? You trust him with your things enough to let him take over part of your to do list? His ass is in heaven. He hates that you're not yourself but he fucking loves feeling useful and he wants nothing more on this planet than to be useful to you.

Then he's hit a wall some time, right, he's exhausted and stressed and can't take one more instance of bullshit or he'll just crumple like a tower of blocks, and you offer to take care of some task for him. Maybe it's just making his tea or maybe it's putting equipment away in the dojo or maybe it's being an extra set of hands for Donnie in the lab so Leo can meditate instead. And this man feels it physically. It's like a hot bath or that perfect stretch after he wakes up. You put a hand on his shoulder and he looks at you and you smile, and say I got it, and he gets hit with such a strong wave of I love you that he has to take a second to get himself together.

In summary Leo's an acts of service bitch and in this essay I will-

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[noirleo]

@ everyone in the TMNT fandom

GUYS GUYS GUYS THERE'S A FUCKING PIZZA & CHEESE NECKLACE

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i’ve been nervous to come back to this bc i feel this self imposed pressure to Write Things and Be Good At It. and then i reread my posts and my tags on things and its like oh the point of this whole thing is to just be silly actually

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omg they’re all so good its hard to choose…

2 + 15 for leo on the blurb list??

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Hello! Glad you're back! Ahhh, nice prompt choices! Let's see if I can't get some jealous Leo being a sassy s/o out of em. Thank You for Requesting on Blurb Day! (edit: ....hm..... how do I always come right back to spicy leo. *looks at map in confusion*) @noirleo

It seems someone had pressed Leo's buttons a little too much at the casual soiree the Police Chief had put together to celebrate the holidays. You weren't sure if it was the newly graduated cadet that tried to retrieve you a drink, or Vern sloshing over you in a half drunken side hug, but when you caught Leo eyeing you out of the corner of your eye, you knew something had him rankled.

You gave him a questioning look of your own, eyes dodging to the side in a clear prompt to follow you, and you watched as he gave you a small nod before seemingly returning to the conversation he was pretending to have.

Ten minutes later, washing your hands in the half bath on the second floor, you were not surprised to hear the click of the door relocking behind you.

"Took you long enough, Blue." You said over your shoulder, reaching for a towel to dry your hands, only to stop and catch yourself against the counter at the sudden way Leo stepped up behind you.

His beak dipped to blow cool air against your ear, plastron a hairs-breath away from your back, his hands mirroring your own pressed against the marble countertop. "Sorry," he breathed, nuzzling into your pulse, "had to speak to Vern about something before I could get away."

Vern? Shit. You closed your eyes, breathing in deep at the feel of Leo's lips pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder. "Should I be worried?"

Leo hummed, the sound usually low and soothing, but in the inclosed space it brought upon a shiver strong enough to knock your arms against his.

You could feel the smirk he pressed against your skin, his beak nuzzling in search of skin. "What if I promised I was on my best behavior." He raised his head, leaned down to set his jaw on your shoulder to meet your eyes in the mirror, "just for you?"

You huffed out a single chuckle, looking away from his eyes, searching for the movement he was trying to cover, and spying his hands slowly moving towards your hips. "Why do I not believe you?"

"Vern's fine," Leo blinked, long and slow, and by the tilt of his head you knew he was aiming to misbehave. For a moment you wondered if he'd somehow gotten tipsy-

"Is this you being jealous, Blue?" You asked, gaze flitting between his lazy eyes and the slow movements of his hands he wasn't even bothering to hide now.

"If I told you I was, would you let it go?" He asked before turning his head to the side and nudging your head with his beak, grip surprisingly soft as he finally reached his goal, palms sliding against the material of your clothes covering your hips. You went to cover his hands, curling your fingers over his own to hold him in place.

"I might be tempted to do so," You countered, leaning to the side to avoid his teeth when he nipped cheekily at your ear. He swayed to follow, abandoning his original plan to simply snuggle against your neck once more.

"You smell good." He whispered, pressing another kiss before slowly releasing you. "Can we head back home, though? I can't exactly tempt you very well in Chief Vincent's powder room, after all." He gave you a little smirk, one side of his mouth tipping further up, blue eyes trailing down your body.

You swallowed, tongue peeking out to touch your upper lip before to managed to answer, "go... give the Chief our goodbyes, I'll meet you by the door."

Leo pressed one last kiss to your shoulder, blue eyes holding your own in the mirror, and between blinks he was gone, the door locking once more behind him.

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What do y’all consider flirting btw

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POV: Leo Accidentally Wakes You Up Getting Ready For Patrol

NSFW not Explicitly Sexual

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hi guys im SO SORRY for being so inactive, for the past month ive been in flight attendant training school and i only have two drills and one more exam until i graduate!! then i’ll have free time again (hopefully) & be able to write and interact on here more

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GUYS IM IN NEW YORK CITY RN

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MUTANT MAYHEM SPOILERS!!!

I want to talk about his polo shirt with someone

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The dangerously infamous Hamato Family Head is looking to expand into alternate avenues of business. When Leo Hamato learns of the lucrative fine art world, he develops a plan. However, he needs a clean art curator without a criminal record to appear legitimate. Finding one in this city turns out to be harder than he thought...✨

So I couldn't decide on to either make a comic or write a fic for this MafiaAU idea I have... so I'm gonna do both! I'll be writing chapters and highlighting the visually interesting parts with comics~

It'll be a reader insert and filled to the brim with lots of angst and violence~! Characters are in their late 20's with Raph being 30 at the start of the story. Update schedule is loose, so keep an eye out!

Hope you enjoy~! 💙🐢💙