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Ch 24. The no sex challenge @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @roxosupreme @mysticboombox @turtle-babe83 @sewerninno @angelcatlowyn @raisin-shell @catweasle word count: 2047

A few months have past after they’ve returned from their Christmas holiday. The guys resumed their daily activities and Ishtar had lessons with Master Splinter. He came up with a challenge for Ishtar. To train her brain. Mind over matter. To keep focus at all time, even when there was something very desirable...

For an unknown period of time Ishtar were to have no sex. Everything that could be seen as a sexual act, was prohibited. No sex with the guys, no masturbation, no watching porn, no use of sexual language… and so on. She accepted, 'because... she would ace this! It wouldn't be the first time she would go for months without sex. Although... she was single during that time. Ah, whatever, I can do this!' But what she hadn't taken into account were the boys. Because they had not received this restriction. And they were free to challenge her, to push her to the edge. Not over though, if she did go over it would be entirely of her own doing...

The first two weeks nothing much happened. Ishtar was reprimanded a few times for her language. Raph made a comment and Ishtar responded with “fuck”. Mickey “oooooh”-ed her and she stuck her tongue out at him.

The third week was annoying, the boys teasing her in all sorts of ways, just to get a response. Singing songs around her like the one from: Sin with Sebastian – Shut up (and sleep with me). By now Ishtar had adjusted her language and used different strong terms or words to express her irritation, like “fiddle sticks”. Master Splinter intervened there “also no use of ambiguous statements. Because using it still makes you think about the subject...

Week four was easy as well with the arrival of her period. Her mind wasn't even thinking about the act. Unfortunately this period came with heavy pain and cramps and it made her very grumpy. She kept mostly to herself in her room or her top-spot, wrapped in a blanket, trying to get comfy with a heating pad and some fresh brewed tea. She had also brought a few items to throw at the boys if they dared to come in close range. Made a good opportunity to practice her throwing as well.

Week five..

By now Ishtar had almost always her noise canceling headphones with her. Although it wasn't always active, she did wear it on many occasions, sometimes even listening to music.

During her own work time she put the volume up, blocking out all the distracting noises. Mostly Donnie, Mickey and Raph were openly provoking her. Showing small pieces of naked skin, taking a long lick on a piece of fruit, making kissing and sucking sounds whenever she walked by. Leo didn't participate yet. For now he just observed her response and was very pleased with the result up until now. Give it another two weeks though, and he would join his brothers in the provoking game.

Ten more days passed and she was still going strong. Ishtar had discarded her headphones because she had learned to filter all sexual comments. The boys noticed and changed their strategy. No more comments and innuendos. Now was the time for the big guns...

Morning practice was done and Ishtar had deliberately waited to shower until the others were done. Not because she didn't like their nudity, on the contrary. It was seven weeks already without feeling that wonderful energy. It was getting... hard....

'Oh no, don't go there Ishtar, don't think about their naked bodies with hard muscles and... hhh... NO NO NO stop yourself Ishtar...!' She took a few deep breaths... and... that wasn't going to work. Back she went into the shower, set to very cold. She shrieked loudly in discomfort, but at least it helped clear her mind.

In the afternoon her mind took a trip with her. Remembering her first time with Donnie. That was so hot! She really enjoyed that first, but short biology lesson in the shower.

'Oh shoot, don't think about that Ishtar, focus!' Really trying her best failed twice in a row. 'Shit shit shit, I'm fucking in my head right now! Oooh fucking... really want some...' she almost drooled.

Leonardo noticed first it was getting difficult for her. And he knew this was a tough phase to get through. Years ago Master Splinter assigned this challenge to him too. Unfortunately, that first time was during his puberty. To keep your mind clear and focused while your body has its own ideas, was... hard. He remembered one day he had walked all day with a hard-on. Although they did wear pants at the time, it was visible to everyone. It was embarrassing but he was determined to keep going. His father ended it when he kept dripping precum in his pants, creating big wet spots. Back then he had lasted three weeks.

After that Leo sometimes repeated the challenge. His latest record was three months. Looking at the current state of Ishtar, she wouldn't last that long. His siblings would not let her last much longer. They needed her too...

Raphael noticed second Ishtar was slipping. It happened when he was lifting weights in the dojo. Lifting the highest possible weight he grunted a lot while pushing the bar up again. At the other end of the dojo Ishtar worked through some stretches and exercises. The moment she heard Raphael groan she stopped dead in her tracks and started breathing faster. A few seconds later Raph and Leo could smell her... excitement.

“Ishtar” Raph said, “could you please not do that here, I need to focus on this dead lift.”

“Than focus harder Raph! It's not like easy for me to ignore the sexual sounds you make.” “The dojo isn't the room for that kind of talk, Ishtar”, Leo said. “contain your body or leave the room please.”

Unknown if she was able to do that, she left, just to be sure.

But she did wanted to finish her routine and looked around the lair for a suitable place. 'Couch? No. Hallway? No. The lab? Nope! Not while sexy Donnie was working there. The garage? Maybe...' She checked if she was alone, yes, perfect.

After her routine she danced and moved around the garage. This body of hers needed some movement around the hips. This life energy that springs from the hips was vital for her. Some people would call this the Kundalini energy. She didn't have to think how to move, just a clear mind and follow her body with her eyes closed. And exercise she would need to perform more often as she worked through this challenge.

That's when Donnie walked in on her. To see her dancing with closed eyes... He admired her form. And her gorgeous body. He would kiss her slowly, long kisses turning into heated ones. Hands roaming her soft skin. Caressing those perfect tits, nibbling a nipple... That sexy body he so desperately wanted to enter...

Before he knew it, Donnie started stroking himself in full view of Ishtar. If she only opened her eyes... 'Shell, this is hot! And it has been weeks since he last had the pleasure of her body... I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I finish here in front of her...' he thought in heat.

To his luck Ishtar then bent over, swaying her upper body back and forth. He had now a full view of her cunt. Her wet cunt, 'cause the fabric of her pants was wet.

'That's a good girl Ishtar. Mind over body... Oh fuck, yeah! Twerk that ass some more! That's... so... hhh... hot!'

Donnie came, while standing in the doorway. Although he kept it quiet, he couldn't prevent his seed from splattering on the ground.

It took two splashes to stop Ishtar in her swaying. Standing still she heard more splashes hitting the floor, no more than ten feet away. And then she heard him… still breathing loud... Standing upright she turned around and looked at the scene. Angry, because she wanted to be fucked. Fucked by him. But she needed to wait, now was not the time. But... she wanted it. So bad, so freeking fucking bad. Trembling, she stood there, nearly impossible to contain herself. Finally after two minutes of angry staring, she only said “Do clean up your own mess, Donatello!” and walked out quickly, straight into the sewers. Just to be alone, to clear her mind, erase that hot scene from her mind. To calm her body down. 'Shit Donnie, did you have to do that? In there? I'm still trembling. My breasts are hurting. And I don't even have to check between my folds to know I'm soaking wet.'

Donnie was still standing in the doorway, coming down from that wonderful high he had craved for so long. He then thought 'this went very well. When she looked at me so angrily, I really thought I was getting the full burn. But no, she just walked past me.'

He cleaned his dick with a lying around cloth, then the floor and went back to the lab. Mickey was there and he sensed the energy change. He looked at Donnie with only a questioning look.

Donnie sighed, quite happy and told what had happened.

“So.. the game is on?” asked Mickey mischievously. “Yup, happy hunting and may the best turtle tip her over the edge. Don't forget to tell Leo and Raph.”

You know those moments when you are drowning in your emotions and the right song is playing on the radio?

Ishtar sat below a manhole cover and heard people walking by above ground. Somebody was playing the song she needed to hear (David Guetta – Flames) One foot in front of the other, babe One breath leads to another, yeah Just keep moving Look within for the strength today Listen out for the voice to say Just keep moving Go go go figure it out, but don't stop moving Figure it out, you can do this

She looked for a safe and deserted stretch of sewer to sing her lungs out. How wonderful it was to draw strength from a song.

When Leonardo heard from Mickey and Donnie the game was on, he discovered she was no longer in the lair and went looking. Although he didn't think she was in danger he did want to find her soon. He used the tracker Donnie had installed in her turtlewatch. Within ten minutes he found her, singing in an abandoned sewer pipe. Now knowing she was safe he kept his distance, to give her some privacy. Although, that would only apply if she hadn't spotted him yet...

(Avicii – Addicted to you)

Wasn't looking where I was going I fell into your eyes You came into my crazy world Like a cool and cleansing wave Before I, I knew what hit me, baby You were flowing through my veins

Ishtar stepped out of the darkness and danced in front of him, singing. Still leaning to the wall, he was pleased to notice she had noticed him. Which meant she had herself under control again.

I'm addicted to you Hooked on your love Like a powerful drug I can't get enough of Lost in your eyes Drowning in blue Out of control What can I do I'm addicted to you

Still singing she challenged him to respond, which he didn't. Over here, outside the lair, his only concern was her safety. Inside the lair, it was a whole other story...

He pushed off the wall and walked slowly towards the lair while she kept dancing but following him. When they entered the lair again she stopped. All those emotions, dancing and singing had drained her energy. “Are you alright, love?” Leo asked her. She nodded. “Good. So... do you want to stop your challenge or do you still have enough willpower to continue?”She looked at him indignantly. “Is that even a question Leo? I want to continue! I'm only 2 months in yet.” Offended, she walked away, into the lair. She grabbed some food from the kitchen, and a basket full of throwable things and went to her safe spot. ‘I will continue this challenge and even beat Leo’s record!’

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"I think MotoMoto likes you"

Oh, I have art block y'all so I did what I could lol

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It's too hot.

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doodles (bayverse sigma)

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sunset in NY 🌆

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People can say that TMNT bayverse movies sucks but the fandom is still alive and kicking and making new fanfics after 11 years, so fuck them and their bad taste

Love you tmnt bayverse fandom 💚

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Tmnt 1990

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Built Like a Tank, Soft Like a Dad

Bayverse Raphael x fem!reader

It started with a baby sock.

Just one. Stupidly tiny. Pink with a cartoon strawberry on the ankle.

You’d found it while cleaning out the back of a drawer that hadn’t been touched in forever. And somehow- somehow - that little sock had detonated a bomb in your chest.

Cue the baby fever.

It had been creeping up on you for months: the way your heart melted every time you saw a toddler on the street, or when Mikey showed you a dumb meme of a baby chewing a dog’s ear. You’d tried to ignore it, brush it off. But then you found that sock, and now it was all you could think about.

And now you were lying on the ratty old couch in the lair, head on Raph’s thigh, legs curled under a blanket, casually watching some action movie with half your brain while the other half screamed, “YOU WANT TO HAVE THIS MAN’S BABIES IMMEDIATELY.”

Raph hadn’t noticed yet. But he would. Eventually.

You reached up and ran your fingers along the seams of his thigh, over the deep red bandana fabric that had been sewn into his pants.

“Hey,” you said casually, eyes still on the screen.

He grunted in response, clearly more invested in the gunfight playing out on the TV.

“If you had a kid,” you started slowly, “what kind of parent do you think you’d be?”

That got his attention. His hand, which had been draped lazily over your hip, twitched.

“…What?” he asked, voice suspicious.

You turned your head to look up at him, all innocent-like. “It’s just a question.”

Raph gave you the look. That squinty-eyed, furrowed-brow mix of “I’m onto you” and “what the hell are you planning?”

“You plannin’ somethin’ I should know about?” he asked.

You shrugged. “No. Maybe. I dunno. I just think you’d be a really good dad.”

He made a sound that could only be described as a mix between a scoff and a surprised cough.

“A good dad?” he repeated. “Me?”

You nodded, dead serious. “Yeah. I mean it.”

He shifted under you, the hand on your hip tightening slightly. “Babe, I don’t even do dishes. How the hell am I supposed to raise a kid?”

You smiled and poked his side. “You’re loyal. Protective. Scary to strangers. Soft with me. You’d be a great dad. Like… a girl dad, even.”

Raph’s eyes widened like you’d just slapped him with a bottle of baby powder.

“A what now?”

You grinned. “A girl dad. You know, the big tough guy who melts when his little daughter puts stickers on his face and makes him wear a tiara.”

“Hell no.”

“Oh come on-”

“Absolutely not,” he said, straightening a little. “If I’m gonna be a dad, I’m raisin’ boys. Tough ones. Lil’ fighters. Sons that can handle their own. I ain’t lettin’ some five-year-old wrap me around her finger.”

You burst out laughing. “Too late. I’ve already got you wrapped around mine.”

Raph glared, but his cheeks were turning a very satisfying shade of red.

You propped yourself up on one elbow, eyes shining. “You’d totally be the kind of dad who holds a tea party with teddy bears, fully in your gear, because your daughter asked you to in her tiny princess voice.”

Raph looked horrified. “That is slander.”

“You’d sit cross-legged on a tiny chair and pretend to sip glittery tea.”

“I got dignity, babe!”

You poked his chest. “No, you’ve got heart. Which is worse.”

Raph let out a long groan and rubbed a hand over his face. “Why are we even talkin’ about this?”

You paused, suddenly a little nervous. But then you looked at him, really looked at him, and said softly, “Because I’ve been thinking about it lately.”

He blinked. “Wait… for real?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I’m not saying right now, and I know we’d have… you know, logistical hurdles to figure out, but… I think I want kids someday.”

Raph went quiet.

You watched the way his jaw shifted, how his hands flexed like he was trying to grip something invisible.

“You mad?” you asked gently.

He snorted. “Mad? Nah. I’m just… surprised. You really think about that stuff?”

You leaned against his chest and murmured, “Lately? A lot. Maybe it’s dumb.”

“Nah, it ain’t dumb,” he said, wrapping both arms around you. “Just… new.”

You sat in silence for a few minutes. The movie continued in the background, forgotten.

Then Raph, voice low, asked, “You really think I’d be a good girl dad?”

You smiled against his skin. “Raph. You already are.”

He pulled back to look at you. “Excuse me?”

“Who bakes cookies with Mikey just because he says pretty please?”

“I supervise. That ain’t baking.”

“Who carries me around the lair like a princess when I’m tired?”

“I carry you ‘cause you fall asleep in weird places.”

“And who literally threatened to ‘break a man in half like a glowstick’ because he flirted with me at the bodega?”

“That dude had it comin’!”

You grinned triumphantly. “Exactly. Girl dad behavior.”

Raph groaned. “You’re never gonna let this go, huh?”

“Nope.”

“You’re killin’ me.”

“You love it.”

He grumbled something incoherent but pulled you closer, burying his face in your shoulder. His breath was warm, steady.

“…You know,” he said, voice muffled, “if we ever did figure it out… I wouldn’t hate the idea. You. Me. A tiny version of us.”

You froze. Your heart did a backflip.

“You mean that?”

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. “Yeah. I do. ‘Cause I think about it too sometimes. What it’d be like to have somethin’ good like that. Somethin’ real.”

Your voice was soft. “It already is real.”

“Yeah,” he said. “But maybe someday, it could be even more.”

You rested your forehead against his. “I’d love to see you with a daughter. You’d brush her hair with those big clumsy hands and carry her on your shoulders everywhere.”

He sighed dramatically. “You’re really sold on this girl dad thing, huh?”

“You wouldn’t last a day raising a mini-you. You’d lose your mind.”

He grinned. “You sayin’ I’m a handful?”

“I’m saying you’d be begging me to trade for the tea party and tiara.”

He let out a raspy laugh and kissed your cheek. “Alright, alright. Maybe I’d be both.”

“A hybrid dad?”

“Boy dad rage, girl dad heart.”

You melted.

Later that night, as you lay tangled in blankets and limbs, Raph rested a heavy hand on your belly, absentmindedly tracing little circles on your skin.

“Hey,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Hmm?”

“I ever do end up brushin’ some tiny girl’s hair with my clumsy hands…” he yawned, “she’s gettin’ the coolest freakin’ tiara I can find.”

You smiled, tears pricking at your eyes from the warmth of it all.

“She’s gonna be the most loved kid in the world, Raph.”

He pulled you closer. “Damn right she is.”

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Heyyy!

I recently wrote something like this with Donnie, and I’ve been thinking… maybe I should turn it into a little mini-series with the other boys too?

What do you guys think?

Donnie version here!! 💜

@thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos @thelaundrybitch @adebauchedsloth @thejudiciousneurotic @the-cauldron-witch @milykins (and yeah i want to be in yours tag list Please 🩷)

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AI just gets me 🤷🏼‍♀️😍

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As much as I love “Lone Rat and Cubs,” I can’t get over the fact that someone had to tell four grown-ass men they needed to coo like babies to fill nearly an entire 22 minutes long episode.

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Omg who remembers TV Guide? 😂 whew I’m showing my age here. This was when the turtles were being featured on the Barbara Walters show in the early 90’s.

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What a Romantic Relationship with Donnie is like in a Facebook post 😜🥰

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I got bored, so I drew Kirby. Not full bodied yet though. I would love to see him as an Anti-Hero character! Not a fifth brother to the turtles. Have him be a lone wolf type of character until someone breaks his shell down by showing kindness and having him understand that Love and kindness is what he needs. Peter Laird and Kevin Eastman needs to have this character added in the comics or hell. A movie! What do you all think? I think it be awesome to see. ☺️

@cowabunga-doll @raisin-shell @exovapor @nittleboo @nikitaboeve @tmnt-fangirl101 @memes-in-a-half-shell @donnies-icing @mikeyshulagirl @raphsweapondealer @raphslovemuffin80 @angelcatlowyn @meeplovestmnt @kawaiibunga @fyreball66 @katana-weilding-terrapin

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AMV 2025 TMNT - How Its Done - HUNTRIX - KPOP Demon Hunters

NEW MUSIQUE VIDEO IS OUT!

Featuring OST from Kpop Demon Hunters 💖

If you like this. Share and Like it on YouTube! 💞🫡💞 Thank you!

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Little doodle for @artisticgargoyle ‘s DTIYS!! :> I’m too late to join in but I still wanted to draw them anyway’s! ZMNTS SO COOL RAHHHH

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Doodles doodles doodlesssss

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Reasons you should read my fic #3 ✨

My psychoanalysis of the Bayverse turtles: cognitive archetypes.

Splinter: my kids are completely fine!

... The kids in question:

Raphael:

Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)

Why it fits?

Signs: intense fear of abandonment, explosive emotional outbursts, black-and-white thinking (“you’re with me or against me”), self-destructive tendencies (in my fic, he throws himself into gang fights as an outlet), difficulty regulating anger, fluctuating self-image (doesn't think he's worthy of fighting next to his brothers)

Raph’s entire persona is fueled by emotional volatility. He lashes out to push others away before they can leave him. His aggression masks a deep fear of not being wanted or respected (as per his confession in the first movie when the tower was falling).

He’s either the family’s shield (blocking Shredder from stabbing Leo in the first movie, pushing Donnie out of the tank canon's way in the second...) or its scapegoat (trying to walk away from them); there’s no in-between in his mind. His solo mission to the police station in Out of the Shadows reads like a BPD spiral: impulsive, reckless, desperate to reclaim autonomy. Similarly, in my fic, he goes solo vigilante and instigates fights in gang territories, right after Master Splinter confiscates his sai.

Leonardo:

Complex PTSD (C-PTSD) and Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD)

Why it fits?

C-PTSD:

Signs: hypervigilance (always watching and planning), guilt or shame if he fails to “keep the family together”, stoicism as a coping mechanism, difficulty relaxing or trusting others to take the lead

Leo often acts like the “parentified child.” He may not lash out like Raph, but he internalizes responsibility, tends to isolate under stress, and operates on rigid moral frameworks.

His perfectionism could be a trauma response: “If I do everything right, nothing bad will happen.”

OCPD:

Signs: fixation on rules or discipline, “my way or the highway” mentality (in my fic he immediately alienates Rosie when she questions his methods), reluctance to delegate, struggles to forgive or forget mistakes (especially his own)

OCPD is about control, order, and perfectionism. BUT!! It’s personality-level and not about intrusive thoughts like OCD. Leo wants things done right. He’s rigid about rules, resistant to change, and can become angry or distant when others “mess up.”

Michelangelo:

Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder (AD/HD)

Why it fits?

Signs: high energy, difficulty focusing, emotional sensitivity, hyperfixations (pop culture, pizza, music), impulsivity, trouble with structure, 0 speech filter

Mikey is exuberant and fun-loving, but he often struggles with timing and appropriateness. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he gets overwhelmed by stimulus.

He fidgets, blurts things out, and often gets underestimated because his hyperactivity masks his emotional intelligence. He picks up on others’ moods fast, even if he can’t articulate his own (in my fic, this makes him the mediator between Rosie and his brothers). His “class clown” role often hides deeper insecurities, like fear of not being taken seriously.

Donatello:

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) + possibility of Autism Spectrum Disorder (Level 3?)

Why it fits?

OCD:

Signs: obsessive need for precision, thrives on logic and structured tasks, backpack full of categorized ready-use tools (classic sign of compulsive preparation),

Donnie’s OCD shows in the need to get everything exactly right. He overanalyzes, double-checks, and is constantly monitoring his brothers' vitals, most likely because his brain keeps looping worst-case scenarios: “If I don’t fix/predict this, everything will break.”

Donnie is constantly tweaking gear, even mid missions. He has his own lab space (not shared) that he trusts no one else to handle. It’s less about order for its own sake, and more about staving off imagined disaster.

Autism:

Signs: hyperfixation on tech and science, bluntness in speech, possible sensory sensitivities (headgear and headphones), routines and logic as safety nets

Donnie thrives on systems. He prefers predictable interactions, and his passion for machines isn’t just interest, it’s regulation: he goes straight into solution-mode under emotional stress. Technology makes sense; people don’t.

HOWEVER!! while he does show social awkwardness and intensity, it is not to a level that impairs his daily relationships + his intelligence is fluid as opposed to the more rigid thinking of those on the spectrum. He prefers machines to people, but still gets people. He teases Mikey, understands Raph's aggression, and even mirrors Leo's leadership cues. His focus on data could have resembled autism more if it was shown to impair his social communication, but it rarely does.

“Masks Off” Bonus!!

Rosalind Sacks

model: @ninakrasnolutskaya on Instagram

C-PTSD and Persistent Depressive Disorder (Dysthymia)

Why it fits?

C-PTSD

Signs:

- Hypervigilance: noticed footsteps behind her before confirming them

- Emotional numbing: doesn’t trust her own emotions or perceptions, disassociation under threat (saw Leo's reflection in the window and her first instinct was to dismiss herself as hallucinating)

- Fear of abandonment: Her memory flashes (her dad handing her tape vs. his casket) show unresolved grief and internalized loss.

- Internalized shame/guilt from her father's legacy

- Freeze + fawn responses: when meeting the turtles, when the ceiling collapsed...

Rosalind doesn’t ask for help. She hides, she runs, she minimizes herself. That’s trauma conditioning. Even her social interactions (like giving her place in line to the father with the toddler) scream suppressed empathy and practiced invisibility. She doesn't want to "burden" others.

Depressive Disorder (Dysthymia)

Signs: hopeless worldview (she’s surprised when things go right); lack of self-worth, emotional flatness (even during the subway chase, she’s shown as emotionally muted, no screaming, no asking for help), she's functional (working, grocery shopping...) but not living.

Rosie’s carrying shame and responsibility. She doesn’t fully allow herself to feel joy or safety because it feels temporary or stolen. That’s not just trauma, that’s the slow grind of long-term depression.

You can see this analysis in practice throughout my fic here on wattpad and here on ao3 (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡