#Leo’s is Mamá

[crowsandturtlesandbatsohmy]

Project: Give the Rise Boys a Mom

basically I was minding my own business a while back when I got the idea to make an AU where the boys had a mom growing up as well as Splinter.

So I made an OC. Her name is Araminta, but she goes by Mint. She’s a curly-haired mouse and she’s the boys’ mom.

She has zero impact on the plot because we all know nothing can stop these boys from causing/getting into chaos. She’s just there to be a stable adult presence in their lives.

anyways here’s a couple snippets of her and the boys interacting.

————————————————- “Oh Mother Dearest! It is I, your favorite child.”

Mint looked up from her book. “Donnie, you know I don’t have favorites.”

Donnie pouted. “Funniest child?”

“Donnie.” Mint gave him a pointed look.

“Dejected sigh. Fine. It is I, Donatello, your not favorite child.” A pause, and Donnie’s eyes narrowed. “Who took my spot? Because if it was Leo he stole the last of the pudding cups and didn’t tell anyone.”

Mint rolled her eyes affectionately. “Did you need something Donniecule, or are you just digging for nonexistent clues about my nonexistent favorite child?”

“One day I shall prove you have a favorite and that said favorite is me, but alas, this is not a research visit.”

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“Oh Mamá!”

“Mom-Mom!”

Mint looked up from the pot of soup she was stirring as Leo and Mikey raced into the room.

“Mom-Mom, Leo and I had this idea—“

Leo clamped a hand over Mikey’s mouth. “I’m explaining it, I’m the face man and it was my idea!” He looked up at Mint. “So Mamá, I had this great idea— Yeuck!” Leo cut himself off and shook his hand, then wiped it off on Mikey’s shoulder. “Really? We’re that immature now?”

Mikey gave Leo a smug grin, then turned back to Mint. “As I was saying, we had this idea! There’s an abandoned skatepark on the outskirts of the city and there’s never anyone there!”

“Yeah, we’ve been staking the place out for like a month now and no one’s ever been there! So we were thinking, why not have a family picnic at the abandoned skate park? Then we can show off our moves and have dinner and be outside!”

Donnie, who had quietly been cutting vegetables the entire time, spoke up. “So that’s where you’ve been sneaking off to. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you both disappear at the same time for roughly two hours every day.”

“Why didn’t you just use your trackers and figure it out?” Leo folded his arms across his chest. “Since we know you put them on us.”

“What? No! I most certainly did…n’t. Put trackers on you. That does not sound like something I would do.” He turned back to the carrots. “You must be mistaken.”

Mint shook her head in exasperation at the twins, then met Mikey’s gaze. “You’re sure there’s no one around?”

“Positive!”

“Did you check for cameras?”

Mikey and Leo grew silent and turned to look at each other.

“No,” Mikey said at last, turning back to Mint.

“I did.” 

All three of them turned to look at Donnie, who slid his precisely chopped carrots off the board and into a bowl of other carrot slices.

“Raph and I followed you there once. I made sure there weren’t any cameras. It’s safe.”

“Hey!” Leo pointed an accusing finger at Donnie. “Then what was that remark about finding out where we were going for?”

“Ensuring that you both know I was aware of your being gone the entire time. You’re not sneaky.”

“I don’t need to be sneaky to wipe that smug grin off your face!” Leo lunged towards Donnie.

Mint caught him with her tail. “Let’s not do that while Donnie’s holding a knife, hm?”

“Evil chuckle,” Donnie said quietly.

“Donnie, that does not mean you have permission to stab your brother.”

Donnie paused and cocked his head, metaphorical gears turning. “Which one?”

“Any of them.”

Donnie’s sharpie eyebrows drew together and he stuck his tongue out in disappointment as he turned back to the carrots.

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So that’s Mint :) I might drop some more snippets featuring her every once in a while.

[queenjunothegreat]

If I did ever write kid PJO verse, Drew would absolutely be Piper’s sister who is about 4 years older than her and partakes in cartoon bully behavior most of the time, but the police were called to their neighborhood one time because someone was messing with Piper and Drew bit them so fucking hard.

[seddenostalgia]

una hija de messi podría acabar con el machismo de los ~hombres~ en el país

[eriksonrikka]

          ' no estás en, dios — ... ¡solo la deje sola un segundo! ' usualmente federikka solía mantenerse tranquila, impasible, incluso cuando la molestia le mordía, tenía tendencia a morderse la lengua. por lo que entonces, leo, fue una excepción. lo poco que había descubierto de él en las últimas semanas fue era alguien envidiablemente simpático y ¡todo un exagerado! y ahora mismo eso fue lo que logró terminar de desbordarla. su destreza para hacer enorme algo que ella necesitaba que fuese pequeño para poder sobrellevarlo. no se dio ni cuenta cuando se acercó más a él, o cuando comenzó a seguirlo pese a ello, quería escucharlo. o intentar obviar la situación de teresa por un momento.

' pero, no — ' habló sobre él furtivamente apenas escuchó la propuesta de beber algo, apretó sus labios. ah, si leo supiese lo enemistada que la danesa estaba con el alcohol ni se le hubiese cruzado por la mente invitarla. ' leo, las joyas son reales, salen una fortuna, no sé porqué las ofrece tan baratas o se inventa tantas historias para venderlas... ' federikka teorizó que teresa no tenía idea de lo que valían ahora, de lo contrario las ofrecería a un precio todavía más alto. ' pero tienes que decirle a tu madre que no invierta en eso o en su propuesta de negocios o lo que sea — sé que no te llevas bien con ella, ¿pero podrías enviarle un mensaje? ' propuso en su lugar, porque no conocía a la madre de leo y por lo tanto no podía correr hacía ella para evitar que teresa regale su herencia.

por otra parte, la advertencia que llegó finalmente la hizo envalentonarse a tomarlo del ante brazo (¿el mismo que le había arañado la hace unos días? quizá), con toda la intención de que la mirada opuesta se posé sobre ella. ' prometo que haré lo que sea para que me perdones y devolverte el favor ' por muchos estragos que le estaba cusando (y lo mucho que estaba odiando estar en su posición), no supo como obviar su deber.

el negocio que se le está proponiendo es un timo, leo lo sabe, o lo ha empezado a saber. admite que lo tuvo en la primera parte, hasta le hizo pensar en qué le regalaría a su hipotética futura esposa cuando llegara a conocerla. ¿se iba a casar siquiera? ¡si ni planes tiene de hacerlo! que federikka no piense que él no se ha percatado de la forma en la que abandonó la escena, porque lo hizo, ¡y la maldijo en la mente! mira que él no tiene problema alguno de ser maleducado para desprenderse de la señora, pero su último plan cortés funciona y esta desaparece. 

‘ que te perdone dios ’ recibe a federikka con unas cejas en alza. ‘ ¿cómo puedes dejarme solo ante el peligro y venir con las manos vacías? ’ vira iris, ahora le hace un gesto con la cabeza para que lo siga. ‘ vamos a tomar una copa antes de que vuelva, le dije que seguro que a mi madre le interesa invertir en sus joyas ’ al menos, está la posibilidad de encasquetar el problema a ella, que seguro la terminará mirando de arriba a abajo. él, al menos, no quiere presenciar esa disputa de la tercera edad. ‘ no pienses que te perdonaré fácilmente ’ pero mira, que ya se le ha pasado.

[prettygirlgerard]

holaa, te vi reblogueando lo de jorge quiere ser hardcore, deberias ver el video, da mucha risa, el programa se llamaba "el diario de eva" y el formato era parecido al de The Jenny Jones Show, solo que con subculturas chilenas de los 2000s.

La mayoria de los capitulos ahora son lost media pero algunos se salvaron y estan en youtube, ademas puedes ver como era la subcultura latina de la epoca!!

https://youtu.be/jk5XFELRNm8

oooh esto es muy interesante grx 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[amirasainz]

Can you write about her and the grid couple and her family dynamics like in details with each couple and family member?

Hi love! Sorry it took me so long. I hope this is what you were searching for! @zahwoka My request are always open. Feedback is welcome. -XoXo

Baby!Sainz Relationships

Carlos Sainz Sr. and Reyes Vázquez de Castro -I think there's not much to say here -the two of them were more than joyed to have another baby -she definitely has her Papá wrapped around her finger -so that means that her Mamá has to be the bad cop -they are quite protective of her -i mean, no parent wants to let their youngest daughter fly to Colombia alone and stay there for nearly one year (for Narcos) -they were always very supportive of her career -all in all they are the best parents she could ask for

Ana and Blanca Sainz -YAY -another sister -when i tell you, those two acted like she was a doll -Amira always goes to them when she has boy problems -they are definitely the type of sisters to color each others nails,do their Make-Up together,… -when they were kids, they always forced Carlos to play Barbie with them -ALWAYS -they always criticize each other -but if someone else dares to: you're never seen again -when they are older, they will live pretty close -they also never know who has whose clothes -they also encourage Amira to embrace her beauty and attention she receives -which only gives Carlos more gray hair (Senior and Junior) -they are Amiras safe space -all in all they are like the Spanish Power-Puff-Girls

Carlos Sainz -Carlitos -poor little Carlitos -during his younger years he is so busy chasing away the boys -now it's the same thing, just that the boys became men -is a really protective brother -he was NOT happy when Amira went to Colombia -will buy her anything -"do you like the new Dior dress, hermanita? Let me get it for" -visits her quite often unexpected -he aged at least 20 years when his sister decided to wear crop tops -hates to leave her alone -it feels like he is dying -was very happy when she decided to attend his races -but he forgot about the drivers (and their girlfriends) -look it's not his fault that non of them are good enough for his darling sister -Carlos is her protector and always will be -a big spider in the room? Bring me a tissue hermanita -a scary thunderstorm? He will hug her the whole time -he will always be there for her

Baby!Sainz isn't in a relationship with any of them, even though it may seem like that (But we all now she isn't the brightest out there)

Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet -for some reason they give me older couple x younger babygirl vibes -I mean there are not THAT old, but they kind of act like it -Max and Kelly are more mature than others (I mean, they do have Penelope) -so they would kind of treat her like an innocent babygirl -and they love it -"Don't worry Schatje, me and Kelly will do everything. You just sit here and look pretty" -Max is protective of her, but me thinks Kelly is a bit more -she doesn't like when guys are near her -she would sometimes pick clothes for her to wear -protective waist holding -they surely took her and P to a lot of ski trips -and Penelope? she adores Amira -I think if they would ever manage to get together with her, she would get babied a lot (but not in a weird way)

Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux -Cottage Core Vibes -they are the definition of privat but not secret -i think they tease the internet the whole time with quite strange pictures -for example: Charles post a picture of Leo with clearly two women there -or Alex posting a mirror picture with Baby!Sainz in the background, in their bedroom -they are unsurprisingly very affectionately -words of assurance are a daily thing -always calling her jolie fille, petite fleur or dove -Alex and her would be all matchy-matchy when it comes to nails, shoes, clothes… -if Alex is wearing a white dress and Baby!Sainz a black one, be sure to expect Charles to wear a black jeans with a white shirt -they would spend the summer-break with her on the yacht -would treat her like a princess -Charles would write a song for her, of course -the prince of Monaco and his two princesses

Pierre Gasly and Francisca Gomes -Ok it might only be me that thinks like that but hear me out -I feel like Pierre and Kika a very possessive of her -no doubt they already manipulated her to spend more time with them -of course she wouldn't find out -if they are sitting somewhere, Pierre will have a hand on her thigh and Kika would play with her hair -and Amira would only be like: Oh physical touch is their love language -would tease her with their touches -when Kika buys her a necklace and puts it on her in front of a mirror while babygirl holds her hair up, she will definitely kiss her from the shoulder to her neck -or when Pierre helps her take of her heels, be sure to expect his hand to lightly touch her thigh -we all know how much PDA those two like -they will not hesitate to do the same with her -in the club, when they are dancing, she will be in the middle -the hands will roam each other and….. -well babygirl surly isn't the smartest one out there -they will be possessive till the end of the world

Daniel Ricciardo and Heidi Berger -the fun couple -they call her Roo, because she is their very own Kangaroo -if Baby!Sainz ever seeks an adventure, she knows where she has to go -they would take her on late night drives -she wants McDonalds at 3am? No problem, let us grab our shoes -during the Australia GP she is certainly staying with them -they teach her how to surf and take her to the Australian Zoo -Of course, Babygirl has to sleep in their rooms -what if a big bad spider is in her bed? -or a snake that wants to bite her? -only Heidi and Daniel can protect her -when they have a bond fire, Heidi will brush her hair and Daniel will take a hundred of pictures -and if she falls asleep on Heidis lap while Daniel plays the guitar, that's no-ones business but their own

George Russell and Carmen Mundt -Old money vibes -they are without a doubt the couple that always celebrates each others accomplishments -George likes to show the two of them of -I mean, who wouldn't like to have those two by their side -they will take her anywhere -a family feast? Ohh honey, you have to meet my grandma -a Tommy Hilfiger shoot? Honey the always need more models -a vacation in Spain? Honey, you know George will get a sunburn without us -what really makes her heart race is when she is talking and they give her 100% of their attention -she is actually always happy when George is shirtless -for example: the Watermelon picture (fr that was freaking hot) -their will always leave space in the middle for her -I think, they are quite protective

Oscar Piastri and Lily Zneimer -they give me the quite kind of love -shared glances -fleeting touches -i feel like they were quite shy with each other the first time they met -over time, they opened up more to each-other -now they will have a monthly movie night -her head on Lily's lap -her feet on Oscar's lap -they have insider jokes with each other -if Baby!Sainz ever needs quite time, they are the perfect couple for that -I imagine long walks on the beach during the sunset -sharing the same blanket and watching the sky

Alex Albon and Lily Muni He -like Pierre and Kika I think the are quite possessiv as well -They would certainly be the funny couple as well -but I think that they sometimes get quite jealous as well -they will post her often on Instagram -include her in all the fun activity's -however, if they think she spends to much time with someone unimportant, they always have a reason to get her away -"Oh my god, love! I have to show you this new bag i got you. It's blue and small and-oh hi George- and has a bit glitter on it and…." -as I said -possessive -they would be the couple to cuddle her when she's sick -play with her fingers during a conversation -make her look at them with a hand under her chin

Extra: Rebecca Donaldson -she is like a third sister to Amira -always goes shopping with her -which doesn't make Carlos happy -they are the types to read the Vogue together and watch the Met Gala with each-other -Mira and Becca are a dream team -me thinks they have the quite kind of friendship -the giving advice to each-other and are complete honest -Carlos is happy that they get along amazingly, but what do you mean his sister is here to visit Rebecca and not him??????

Lewis Hamilton -let's be honest -we all have an older man crush -and hers is 100% Sir Hamilton -I mean, look at those hands -look at his tattoos -is the type to buy dresses for her -when she wants to go out, "here baby, use my credit card" -he can make her blush and giggle like a school girl -he would definitely be the soft but dominate partner -with him, she truly is babygirl -would buy the world for her -(Am I listening to Older by Isabel LaRosa? Yes!)

Lando Norris -oh boy -on one hand Lando would feel very guilty -it is his best friends littles sister after all -but the heart wants what it wants -and his wants Amira Sainz -at first Lando would be kind of like a dork -trying to make her laugh all the time -taking her to go karting together -meeting his friends -but over time Lando would become more bolder -the hugs would linger -he would stare more -and the nicknames would include a my -"What did you do today, MY pretty girl?" -"MY darling, aren't you a sight fore sore eyes" -if she ever starts doubting herself, he will be the first one to stop her -would have one of her necklaces around his neck all the time -he would use stupid excuses to spend time with her -"my girl, can you help me with my curls again?" -he might have been Lando Norizz a long time ago -but now he's full of Rizz (?)

[nayerimz]

guarda silencio unos segundos, observándolo sin ningún tipo de emoción sobre el rostro antes de chasquear la lengua ' ah, que ganas de pegarte tengo ' pero no lo hace, sólo vira los ojos con suavidad ante falta de confianza ajena pero no tiene idea de cómo convencerlo de que es guapo cuando simplemente... lo es. no hay mucho misterio detrás de aquello. dejará que la fotografía hable por sí sola. frunce con suavidad la nariz pero sonrisita le alza las comisuras cuando estira la mano para estrecharla con la de él, ojos brillando con apreciación que no expresa porque ha dejado pasar el tema sin hacerle preguntas ' mejor ' asiente, soltando agarre. ante lo siguiente sí que lo golpea, con suavidad, pero palma conecta con el hombro que sabe que no fue afectado durante ataque ' sí, tú ' le saca la lengua ' ¿por qué tienes la autoestima tan baja? ¿no tienes espejos donde vives? ' ☆ @leohiranc

' usualmente no salgo bien en las fotos, quizá es porque tienes talento ' se alza de hombros, incapaz de darse algún tipo de cumplido a sí mismo. nota cambio de tono en su voz, por lo que decide no decir nada más y simplemente llevar a cabo sus peticiones. se acerca hasta ella, estirando mano derecha buscando cerrar el trato. ' está bien, es un trato ' asiente, sin decir nada más, simplemente entiende que no le gustaba mucho. ' ¿yeri? ¿así es mejor? ' ladea su cabeza, buscando entender un poco mejor la forma en que quisiera ser llamada. termina por colocar mirada hasta la pantalla, donde su mirada va directamente hasta su rostro. ' es... cualquier cosa. ' observa pantalla con cuidado, no veía nada especial en su rostro. ' ¿has tomado más fotos? ¿alguien que te haya parecido bonito? ' * @nayerimz

[elioisrighthere]

AU it’s Percy’s birthday, everyone is there, Jason is alive, and Leo can’t stop staring at him. Sally Jackson notices and pulls Leo aside to have a comforting talk.

“Leo, will you help me in the kitchen?” Mrs. Jackson asked. Leo, who was watching as Jason laughed at something Hazel said, forced himself to pull his eyes away.

“Of course!” he exclaimed and quickly went over to her. The two of them walked into the kitchen and Leo, who loved being in any kitchen, grew excited. “What do you need, Mrs. Jackson?”

“I’ve told you, Leo, calling me Sally is perfectly fine.”

Leo grinned sheepishly.

“I wanted to you about something that’s been on my mind,” she continued. “And I don’t want to make you uncomfortable either.”

“I doubt you could,” Leo assured. He hadn’t admitted to anyone, but Mrs. Jackson was someone Leo grew attached to. Being in multiple foster homes where the mother figures weren’t reliable or supportive, meeting Mrs. Jackson who welcomed Leo with open arms (literally) had been unbelievable.

She had the ability to get Leo to open up when no else could. It sometimes scared him when he found himself being honest about his feelings to her. But he knew he wasn’t being judged. Not in the slightest.

“You and Jason are close, aren’t you?”

Leo could feel his face heat up. “Yeah?” He gazed away, suddenly more interested in the ceiling than Mrs. Jackson.

The topic of Jason was a major no. Leo was well aware of his feelings towards his best friend. It pained him every time he thought of it. It wasn’t fair his heart yearned for someone who he knew he could never have.

He wished Jason was a girl. It’d be easier to accept his feelings toward him. Being in love with the person you care for the most is one thing. Them being a the same gender as you makes it worse.

“Leo, you’re not the best at hiding your feelings,” she said softly.

He tried to laugh it off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Leo,” she said sternly, but with a comforting smile on her face. “There’s no point in lying to me.”

“Mrs. Jackson, I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about—“

“Not everyone in your life has been kind to you, Leo.” Her smile turned into one filled with sympathy. “But you have people who will accept you now.”

“I…” Leo felt lost for words. It took him a moment to asked in a whisper, “how could you be okay with what I am?”

“It’s not what you are. It’s who you are.” She pulled him into an unexpected hug. Leo immediately melted in it. “I’m not a monster.”

Leo burried his face in her chest and took a deep breath. “I love him.”

“I know you do, honey.” Her hand rested in his hair and it made Leo remember his mamá doing the same thing. “It’ll be okay.”

[midwesternvibes]

Time for more Seperated Leo Human AU! (I really need a name good lord-)

As promised, we now get to look into Leon's lore! He's a funky little guy, and shockingly well adjusted!

Lore drop under the cut!

His full name is Leonardo Tomás Esposito, and he is quite proud of it! He picked it out himself when he was about 10 years old, and he's happy to say that he still loves it to this day! (Fun fact: all of the names have double meanings to them hehe)

But anyways, his Mamà is in fact, NOT Big Mama (but it was a solid guess!), her name is actually Mia Esposito! (+10 Fandom points to anyone who can guess her full first name) She is a full time nurse and used to travel around the several NYC hospitals as an on-call nurse, but once Leon was born she stuck her roots down to one and has been there ever since!

She's actually an incredibly interesting character (with her very own arc!) with a lot of depth and meaning. She grew up with her Puerto Rican mother and Italian father, but after a series of misfortunes and despair, she ended up immigrating to NYC to start a new life for herself. About 10 years later she began raising a baby all on her own as a single immigrant mother in New York City (Sound familiar?). Whenever Leon asks about his father she tells him that she doesn't remember his Papá, only that he had the same almond-shaped brown eyes as her baby boy....

But ultimately she doesn't remember him hahaha maybe Leon should stop asking questions and get back to studying!

(Leon knows that she's hiding something, but ultimately he doesn't care about his father that much, he just assumes that he did something to hurt his Mamá and wants nothing to do with the man at all)

Leon and his Mamá are very close, they're very similar to Percy and Sally Jackson from the PJO series, and they would definitely fight God for each other.

Leon was raised very much with the mentality of "It takes a village" and has many aunts and uncles and relatives in the hospital staff that he considers family. Mia couldn't really afford childcare as Leon grew up, as it often came down to food or rent for the month. The hospital staff saw this and absolutely adored little baby Esposito, so they were more than happy to raise him alongside their own children. Mia owes her life to this staff and considers them her family through and through.

As he grew up, Leon saw all his favorite people as nurses and doctors and considered each and every one of them heros. He decided very early on that he wanted to be a doctor when he grew up, and after a terrible injury when he was 14 it cemented the fact that he wanted to be a pediatric surgeon, to help kids just like him.

But the issue is, Leon and Mia definitely do not have enough to cover medical school for Leon on a single nurse's income, even with all the jobs that Mia and Leon have taken over the years. That's why Leon NEEDS the athletic and valedictorian scholarship, without it he won't be able to achieve his dream. The only thing standing in his way is.....

THE HAMATOS

(Except Michael, he's a gift)

Leon is willing to do ANYTHING to get those scholarships, but his Mamá always reminds him that the Hamatos might need it just as badly as he does, and that's about all that's keeping him from REALLY doing anything to hurt/sabotage them. His Mamá has instilled a really strict moral code into his psyche and he won't actually do anything to them, he just....really wants to give his Mamá a better life, one she deserves.

Although, he is kinda curious as to why the Hamato brothers have the same eyes as him......

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Whew! That was pretty much just a really intense ramble, sorry there was no actual structure to that, I just really wanted to talk about my Leon lore! Props to anyone who figures out the significance of all the names, and to clear up any confusion, Mia is Half Puerto Rican, half Italian, and Leon is 1/4 Puerto Rican, 1/4 Italian, and 1/2 Japanese (but shhh he doesn't know that yet) and obviously he's got that amazing vitiligo (shout out to anyone and everyone with vitiligo, y'all are amazing and beautiful)

Thanks for reading my lore dump, see ya next time for..... huh idk yet, vote ig

See ya next time!

[wol-fica]

-𝐖𝐨𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐞?- 𝐏𝐓𝟐

pairings - wenclair x neglected!daughter!reader

summary - you were born into a family of freaks, and that was the norm for you. but slowly, your interest in your family diminished due to lack of attention towards you. how will you cope?

warnings - none

an - part two for those who were waiting!!

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“So wait, you saw Goody? Our grandmother?”

You sighed in annoyance at your brother's tone, your head hanging low as he rambled on about the events that occurred in the café minutes ago. Luka and his friends had watched you bump into a jockey werewolf and then when you apparently fainted; their first reaction was to grab you and bring you to the infirmary, now here you were.

“I already told you.” You said, sipping a cup of water while you flipped through the spell book lazily, “I blacked out, an old house appeared, I saw Goody, and then I woke up here.”

“That sounds familiar…” Luka inquired slowly, gauging your reaction.

Your head turned to him, a murderous glow in your eyes as you glared harshly. You sat up carefully, staring him into a cowered sitting position.

“I am not having visions, I refuse to accept that.” You growled before standing up sharply and walking out of the blaring-white room.

You stormed down the hallway, ignoring Luka’s protests as he jogged behind you. Your mind was racing a mile a minute at the possibilities of you now figuring out that you have visionary powers which were probably inherited from your dear mother; that disgusted you.

“Mamá es va a averiguarla!” Luka said, getting in front of you to stop you from walking away, “Ella no es tonto.”

“Si, ella no es tonto.” You replied, yanking your belongings out of his hands, “Pero tú no decir nada.”

Luka stared at you, almost as a silent game to see if he would actually say something or not. Black eyes challenged bright blue, the quiet contest becoming tedious for both of you as people passed with confused looks on their faces.

Eventually you caved in, looking away with a slump of your shoulders. You couldn’t argue with Luka, he would always wiggle his way to winning any fight, and he would always gloat about it to his friends when you were both younger.

“Luka.” You sighed, slinging your bag over your shoulder and turning your head back up to his gaze, “Please, don’t tell them.”

“Why though?” He pressed, leaning down so he could speak quietly, “You need help.”

“I don’t need anything.” You snarled as you pushed past him, “You need to let me go back to my room.”

“Y/N I know those visions hurt.” Luka tried again, following you up the stairs and towards your dorm room.

You muttered an insult under your breath, swearing to whatever higher power above that you would curse Luka into his early grave for being so persistent with you. His rambling became background noise in your ears as you moved around your room, setting your stuff down and safely tucking the book back under your pillow before stopping to angrily turn back to your brother.

“Listen,” You said, crossing your arms in front of your chest to appear bigger, “These visions, the voices; they are my problem.”

Luka opened his mouth to speak but you shushed him with a hand to say that you weren’t finished.

“You will keep quiet, you won’t tell anybody about the things that are happening to me. Our mothers are busy enough with Louis and Leo AND with planning for parents' weekend in a few days; they don’t need more stress.”

Luka’s eyebrows furrowed, his face scrunching in confusion.

“Y/N, you aren’t a stresser for them.” He said softly, reaching out to put his hands on your shoulders, “They love you.”

“They don’t act like it.” You snapped, shrugging him off and looking away in embarrassment.

To be truthful, you felt very neglected within your family. Between you and your three other siblings, you were seen as the least favorite. Luka, Louis, AND Leo all successfully wolfed out when Luka was 10 and the twins were 7, which prompted a celebration with your large family circle. Everyone came from both sides to congratulate the three of them with gifts and music and dancing. 

Unfortunately for you, barely anyone paid you any attention. The most that anyone said to you was “are you next to wolf out?” or “i’m sorry you didn’t catch up with your brothers” and even “maybe you are defected!”

Emotional demonstration wasn’t your strong point, but when those phrases were said to you, well it hurt. You wanted so badly to fit into the little werewolf circle that was in your home, but you never got the pleasure of getting that trait from your mom. 

Instead you were left with voices in your head and absolutely no special abilities at all. You younger brothers, bless them, would always rub it in that you were quote on quote “defective” and would constantly pick on you for not having the wolfish attributes that they possessed. 

“You don’t know what it’s like.” You started, stepping away from Luka to pace around your room, “I have to wake up everyday to feel like I’m nothing.”

“But you are something!” Luka said, reaching out to grab your hand, “You’re my twin sister-.”

Your eyes went wide and rolled, your head flying backwards at his touch. A loud bell chime again, ringing in your ear as it drowned out all comprehension of the real world. 

Flashes occurred, pictures caught in time as people laughed and talked, then screamed. There was fire, pooling and lapping up at peoples legs as they ran in fear, and at the center of the chaos was…

You. 

What was happening to you?

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Leo Valdez being Leo Valdez and saying stuff in Spanish. That's it. That's what I need in my life, y'know..... :)

mmmm. delicious way to start off my 22nd year of life. thank you for this one babes.

Leo just... has that flavor yk. he will not hesitate to make you flustered or go uohouoh little comment. quippy one liners and banter are his specialty. so when this boy starts talking all sexy in spanish?????? OOF. it doesn't matter if what he's saying is inherantly sexy or not, bc every time he speaks spanish at all your brain implodes. as it fucking should. I am still searching high and low for a voice claim for Leo so lmk if yall have any good ones but I imagine it sounds kinda like this. it's usually when he's on the phone with his mom or some friends or extended family yk. just quick catch up calls or coordinating dinners and weekend plans, but GOD does it send you into a feral tizzy. especially first thing in the morning?? you wake up and Leo's not lying on top of you or spooning you like usual, so you find him all sleepy and messy in the kitchen only wearing a pair of gray sweats as he makes coffee for you both and tries to wake up. He's talking to his mom about the three of you having brunch this weekend, catching up with her, talking about you.

"Sí, podemos encontrarnos como a las 11:30. Sí, eso suena bien. Lo sé, ellos también están muy emocionados de verte." his voice is all sleepy and morning-y and you're fucking transfixed by him. he chuckles and blushes. "Mamá… sí. Sí. Bueno lo haré. Oh, ahora están despiertos. Me tengo que ir, hablo contigo pronto. Te amo adiós."

god as if you couldn't love him any fucking more. sometimes when you can't sleep he'll rub your back or play with your hair and just talk to you in spanish. it's so relaxing and it is hands down the best way to fall asleep. when you have kids down the line, it's the only thing that gets them to sleep too. that and hotel room service by pitbull.

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A Catalog of Non-Definitive Acts — Chapter 3, 4580 words

Part 3 of DFL's Whumptober 2024

Work Summary:

Love was cauterized out of him young, because that is how you survive. But coming back home with the Splintersons, Leo craved. He craved and he ached and he hungered. Because the Jitsu family loves. They love ardently, fervently, they love in a way Leo has never, ever seen before, they love in a way Leo could never even conceptualize much less dream of. (She’s always taught him, by word but much more by example, to take what he wants and settle for nothing less.) 

Here's chapter 1

Here's chapter 2

Leo woke up at around 7 a.m. again, because if they were gonna take ages to give him a schedule, he was going to make a placeholder one on his own. His life has had clear, written out steps for years. 

Today, he would be doing nothing, Mikey said. Okay, that's fine. Leo could fill the time of his punishment on his own.

He started doing his morning exercises. He didn't rush through them—he had an entire day worth of time to endure.

He tidied up his cell—made his bed, checked for dust, that sort of thing. He dressed himself in his new outfit, even though his previous one was washed now. 

Aaand that's about when he ran out of ideas. 

Leo sighed, flopping back in bed, to stare at the ceiling. He didn't have any upcoming dinners or Nexus performances or public appearances to think on. He didn't have any classes to revise. 

So, Leo started on his first tactic to pass the time: analysis. 

He could use this time to better himself. He closed his eyes, and began going through old and recent interactions with the Jitsus. Started rotating them in his head, picking at the tiniest of details. There's always something that can be useful. 

Gosh, it was such a moment, to learn he had three lost brothers. Like, he knew he wasn't actually Big Mama’s child—in multiple ways, including the fact that he didn't remember his earliest childhood. But brothers?? Insane. They'd been even more baffled than him.

And that sentiment was tripled when, apparently, Baron Draxum of all people dropped the craziest lore—that they were all made with Lou Jitsu's DNA. The former Battle Nexus Champion! The Mad Dogz' beloved movie star! Like what?!

Gah! And finding little pockets of time, tiny opportunities to slip away from his duties to see them? To get to know them, bit by bit? Hear about the mutants they've fought, the fun they have? As dangerous and nerve-wracking as it was, it was also so much fun, every time. He'd always looked forward to it. 

It turned into a mess, of course, haha, but hey! Here Leo was, better off for it. 

He chuckled, thinking about the random times he’d run into them. Like at Laberinto de Muerte, their first meeting. Or at mamá’s hotel, trying to wrangle those oozesquitos, when they learned from the baron that they were related. Good times, haha.

It was nice, reminiscing on his moments with the Jitsus. He was looking forward to having more. And it made him feel at least a little productive, to revise what he’s learned about them, think up ways to ever so slightly alter and correct his behavior. 

It also got him thinking about his life before meeting them. About people he would call friends. 

...He wished he’d gotten to keep those friends, but, well. He was stupider, back then. Sure, he'd known that if he got too obviously attached to something, it would be used against him or taken away from him, but... he hadn't considered that rule would apply to people, too. Idiot. That was one of his worse mistakes. Leo made sure to learn from it. 

Love was cauterized out of him.

...But man did it really, really want to regrow. Leo seriously had to keep it in check, or it might end him in big trouble. 

Big hearts are also big targets. 

He was jarred out of his thoughts by a knock on the wall beside his curtain. He checked the time—9:34 a.m. Slightly earlier than yesterday. Ah, probably breakfast then, sweet. Leo couldn't help but grin as he hopped up to his feet, excited to see someone. Especially considering he probably wouldn't get much of that today. 

“Leo?” Raph’s voice, a little hushed.

“Still here, boss man,” Leo said, cheeky. 

Raph pulled the curtain aside, and smiled upon seeing him. “Damn! You always wake up early?” 

“Mhhmm,” 

“Oh, awesome! Mikey and especially Donnie kinda like sleeping in a little more, but uh, if you want, I do some exercises in the morning,” Raph said, fidgeting a little. Interesting. “You could join me! If you want,” 

Yes! Aw yeah, baby! Even during his punishment, Leo would still get to hang out with someone and to do stuff. He was nailing this. 

“That sounds like a great idea,” he agreed, smiling in return. 

“Oh! Heck yeah!” Raph whooped. “Let's go!” he pulled the curtain open a little wider, and Leo followed him out. Probably to a training room of some sort. 

Leo wouldn't mind some physical work, honestly. He’ll start getting agitated if his only work-out was his own morning stretches and patrol. He hoped his schedule had a little more than just that. 

“Oh, wait, I think I forgot my water bottle in my room,” Raph mentioned, turning towards a different tunnel, one on the floor of Leo’s cell. 

Leo didn't say anything, there wasn't anything calling for his commentary, just followed along. 

To...

...A-another– another cell.

He stopped in front of it. Watched Raph open its curtain—red—and look around for his water bottle. 

The cell was... just the right balance between small and large, not restricting (enough for Big Red, haha), but cozy. Red sheets. All kinds of clothes, but most prevalent—red. A whole heaping pile of all types of plush toys. Rafts with trinkets and action figures. A skateboard. Posters on the walls. A rug. 

Leo stared at it all, entirely uncomprehending.

“Oh here it is!” Raph exclaimed, picking up his water bottle. It was made of metal, red and black. 

“Wh– huh...?” Leo breathed, to himself, still staring at the sight in front of him. 

He, he didn't... he didn't understand.

He didn't understand. 

Why was Raph in a cell? What did he do??? Who was above him in authority to put him there??? Why was it so... full? It was downright cluttered, in a way that spoke of so much use, so much... attachment. 

Leo– Leo didn't understand. 

If Raph—the older brother, their leader, a certified OG part of the family—was in a cell... what were the hopes of Leo getting a room? 

“Leo?” Raph asked, and Leo blinked, and fuck, his smile had fallen, his smile never fell, his smile wasn't supposed to fall. 

“Yeah?”

“You good?” Raph was looking at him. 

“Totes,” Leo reassured, even though inwardly, he felt his heartbeat had picked up and his thoughts were a hurricane. 

“Uh... o... kay then,” Raph accepted. “Let's roll!” he moved in the direction of the training room. 

Leo’s stare lingered on the red-themed cell for a few moments longer. 

He forced his legs to follow after Raph. 

He had to keep his cool. He had to be normal. 

He would simply find a way to ask without directly asking. 

—

Training was going pretty well! At some point, Donnie and Mikey even joined them, just to hang out! 

And it really was more like hanging out than anything. Leo initially expected it to be more like his martial arts lessons, but while Raph did take it pretty seriously, it was nowhere near that. 

Most of it came from the fact that... well. It felt like Raph was treating him as an equal, rather than a student. He was asking for Leo’s technique just as much as he showed Leo his own cool moves. He corrected Leo kindly, rather than with disapproval or disappointment or irritation. He didn't want to hurt Leo, which was a little crazy, considering they were training to fight. 

But that's the thing. With Raph, it didn't feel like they were fighting against one another. It felt like they were doing this together. Like they were both students, and they were each other’s tutors, all at the same time. 

And they also chatted and made jokes. Raph was really fun to tease, Leo was finding. He had to be careful not to get too comfortable and cross any lines, but that hadn't happened so far, even if Leo felt like he was really pushing his audacity with some comments, haha.

It was awesome. 

...Hoooweveeer. 

He didn't find a convenient spot to ask his question. Aaand now Donnie and Mikey were here too, even though they weren't taking part in training. Literally just hanging around for company. 

Impeccable vibes, so-so atmosphere for risky questions. Now this might actually cross a line. 

That's fine. Leo just had to be casual. Project that it wasn't a big deal, just a little question, same weight as asking “Oh did you step backwards before doing that spin-kick?” and no more. No big deal, you know? Just plain ol’ curiosity. Neutral information exchange, and then move on. 

“Yeah, I learned that from Ghostbear too!” Raph exclaimed, showing him a cool trick to pinning an opponent. Leo dusted himself off as he was released, settling back into a stance, to try and replicate it as was their rhythm. 

“Oooh, nice,” he hummed. Raph liked wrestling, specifically that Ghostbear guy. 

“Yeah!! Although he’s kind of a cheater, he still has some real technical ability that you can learn from!!” Raph was smiling, also in a readied stance. 

There. 

Leo snorted, “Is that what got you Cell Time?” he said in a joking tone. 

Raph blinked. “Huh?” 

Roll with it. “No? Something else?” Leo metaphorically poked like he was just teasing. 

“What do you mean?” Raph asked, and his stance un-readied itself though he still held it. Okay then, Leo paused too, wouldn't wanna take him off-guard. Which was also weird—usually he’d take any openings. That's what he’s always been taught. 

“You know,” he shrugged, still keeping it lightly, “Your cell? I mean, you're the leader, right? Boss man?” Leo teased, “What landed you in there?” 

“...Raph is so confused right now,” the big guy confessed. 

“Cell? What cell?” Donnie spoke up. Great, him and Mikey were looking at them weirdly too. Damn it. Gah. No no no. This wasn't going great, abort mission, play it off. 

“Nevermind,” Leo shrugged, rolling his eyes, still smiling as always. “A man’s Cell-Time-deserving crimes are his and his only,” he joked, once again taking up a stance to continue with training. 

“Cell time?” Mikey echoed. 

Tthhheeeyyy weren't moving on from it. Hm. That, that’s, okay. Interesting. Did Leo stumble upon yet another Jitsu quirk? 

“Yeeeahhh? Cell time,” he said easily. “When you spend time in your cell? Anyway,” he once again tried to redirect the moment away from it. He didn't like talking about Cell Time. It was, frankly, a little embarrassing. It's not something you bring up in conversation. Bad image. That must be Leo’s mistake here, and the reason why they were making it into A Thing. 

Donnie cleared his throat, while the other two had... uh... not great expressions on their faces. For some reason. They didn't look judgemental or disgusted or anything though... Leo wasn't... quite sure what their expressions were. 

“Is that... something that... happened a lot to you?” Donnie asked, in a careful sort of tone. 

And like... what? 

They literally put him in a cell first thing upon arrival. Raph was in a cell, and by the look of it, it wasn't the first time at all. 

“I mean, not a lot,” Leo chuckled. That would imply he behaved terribly. And– okay, he wasn't the best at behaving, you can't internalize “take from the world exactly what you want and nothing less” and not have a large degree of Do-What-I-Want attitude, but he wasn't badly behaved. He’d say he was quite good, actually. He learned to be good at it. “Definitely not that much more than everyone else, huh?” he joked. 

“Aha. Right.” Donnie coughed. 

“Leo...” Mikey said and– why did he sound sad??? Leo was really confused right now. The Splintersons were confusing him. Maybe more than ever. 

“And you think Raph was put in one at some point?” Donnie asked for clarification. 

“Either that or he has a weird place to store his water bottles,” Leo joked.

Raph gaped and his expression shattered.

“You think my room is a cell?” he said in a high-pitched, strained voice. He sounded crushed. 

Leo– Leo was lost. What?

“Your room?” he carefully kept his own expression away from a frown. 

Raph nodded, and everyone was looking at him with shattered expressions now. 

“Did you think that... that your room...” even Donnie looked upset. 

“Did you think we put you in a cell?!” Mikey exclaimed, incredulous and devastated. 

Leo didn't know how to respond to that. 

Was it... not... a cell...? 

That... but that couldn't be right. Looking past the lack of windows (they were technically in the sewers), there was no proper door, the walls were rough, it had minimal interior design, etcetera? How could that be a room???

His mental scripts were entirely failing him right now. He had to improvise and he had to do it well. But it was really hard to improvise when he was clueless as to where he’d messed up. 

All over again, he was a little child trapped in a cell, wailing and banging on the door that he’s sorry! and that he wouldn't do it again, ignorant that it was his wailing that he was being punished for. It was always hard to better his behavior when he didn't even know what he was supposed to better. 

“Leo, we’d never put you in a cell,” Raph stated, strangled with shock. 

“Why did you think it was a cell? What made it seem like a cell? Are you still missing furniture? Is it too cold? What– why–” Donnie was frantically tapping away at his phone, for some reason. 

“Leo,” Mikey stepped forward, him and his sad eyes. “You know we love you, right? You're our brother! You're a Mad Dog now, boy!” he exclaimed, “You know we wouldn't do that to you, right?” 

Leo just didn't know how to respond. He just smiled and kept smiling. 

There was a little child inside him, a little child crying and banging on the door of a constantly locked room, like a little fly struggling inside a web, screaming no no no it's a trap it's always a trap.

“Of course,” he said, smiling, nodding. “You guys have been nothing less than fantastic.” 

Mikey somehow got even sadder at that. 

Outwardly, Leo kept his composure.

Inwardly, Leo was frantically slamming all the bright red buttons. Everything about this situation was wrong, he’d messed up bad bad bad. If he wasn't punished before he would surely be punished now, he didn't want to, he didn't want to. 

He’d been trying so so so hard, to be good, to be perfect, to figure it all out, but like a freaking DUNCE he just HAD to go and shove hisfoot in his mouth! Idiot! He could NOT have been a bigger clown, his image was in tatters– 

He’d been trying so. Hard.

...It's not over yet. He could salvage this, he had to salvage this, damage control scripts engaged. Clean this mess UP. 

“I’m sorry,” Leo cut off whatever was about to be said next because it would surely make this all worse. Even though interrupting others is rude, bad manners, bad image, bad bad bad– “I did not mean to insult you, you have been stellar hosts. I am more than satisfied with what you have generously provided me,” smile, calm, placating, well-mannered, well-behaved– “My words weren't intended to imply anything negative. Any line I have crossed was not out of malice or lack of appreciation, merely ignorance oof–” a box turtle crashed into him, cutting him off. 

Mikey wrapped his arms around him, squeezing tightly. And Leo’s heart was beating too hard, and he worried Mikey could hear it like that and Leo couldn't hide it–

Raph picked them both up, just like that, easy-peasy, and started walking somewhere. Donnie quickly following next to him, muttering under his breath.

And for a moment, Leo’s heart beat even harder, and he panicked. Despite the Mikey latched onto him, Leo thought, this is it, I've crossed too many lines, their patience has ran thin. 

For a moment, he thought now I will be punished. 

And for a moment, he thought something much, much worse—now they're going to kick me out. 

“I’m sorry,” crawled out of his throat, trying to look between all the brothers with wide eyes, to gauge their state, to, to figure something out. He didn't want to leave, he didn't want to lose them, he didn't want to have to return to Big Mama, please, he didn't want to. “I’m sorry, my apologies, I-I just misunderstood, I insist–” stuttering, stammering, pitiful mess. Inelegant and disorganized and who would want this?! 

Mikey tightened his embrace, letting out a high sound. 

“Leo, it’s okay,” he insisted, and Leo didn't understand, he didn't understand. 

“I don't understand,” Leo’s voice wavered, lost and cracking and desperate. A mess, uncontrolled, unable to cover up his weakness, stupid reactive bad– 

“This is my room.” Raph held Leo up in front of the– the– his room, apparently.

It was only due to years of conditioning that Leo didn't cry. I know, I get it, I messed up, you don't have to rub it in, something petulant inside him begged. 

But Raph kept carrying him, his walk brisque. 

“This is Mikey’s room.” was the next destination, an orange curtain pulled to the side to reveal...

...What Leo would've assumed to be another cell, but he was wrong, he was wrong. So what did he know? Nothing. Clueless little child, doesn't know how the world works, will be eaten alive. 

The– the room was well-sized, like the other one. There was a hammock. A big mirror. Paint tubes and spray cans rolling around the floor or organized in boxes. Scattered brushes and pencils, worn clothes, blankets and pillows in many colors. Cutesy lines of fairy lights. Trinkets and toys. 

A space that was lived in. A space that was clearly occupied constantly. A space that was shaped through years of use to be cozy and familiar and fun. Leo was so stupid. How could he ever think this was a–

Raph was walking again, and Leo dreaded the next destination. He knew what followed. 

“This is Donnie’s room.” and finally Leo was put on his feet. 

He was a beloved Battle Nexus star. He’s brute-forced himself through terrible injuries, blinding he crowds with his smile even as blood dribbled down his chin. He was a master at sauntering with a broken leg.

And yet, Leo nearly swayed. And not because of Mikey’s weight. Come to think of it, the roaring in his head didn't feel too unlike a Nexus audience on his worse days. Loud and incoherent and distracting, making everything a little blurry and very overwhelming. 

His smile was a trained muscle. 

Donnie’s room was the largest. Likely because it didn't stop at his room, but continued into another space, which was his lab.

Leo had literally already been here before. They'd just entered through the laboratory’s second entrance. The one that connected it to the second floor of their Lair. 

He hadn't even thought about– he hadn't thought– 

“I’m sorry,” Leo whispered. The stupid child in him wanted to collapse to the ground and start screeching, bang his head against the floor until it stopped being broken and useless. 

He wasn't doing anything right! He was just– mechanically apologizing! He was supposed to pay attention, to think, to fix this! Not, not just... stare and have an internal tantrum! Gah! 

Say something worthwhile. Do something worthwhile. 

Be worth something. 

Donnie stormed off, and Leo’s traitorous heart was aching in its rampant beating. He was frozen in order to perserve the shreds of his composure. He was breathing far too steadily, which was telling enough. 

He wanted to cry. Crying was one of the worst options right now. 

...Unless.

Unless... Leo could guilt trip them. They were Splintersons, they weren't Big Mama, right? They said they operated differently, right?

They were so emotional. So kind and empathetic. So genuine. They were good. 

Leo could absolutely guilt trip them. 

He just– he just needed to let out the cry building up in his throat. Needed to let the tears burst through. 

...Why... why couldn't Leo cry?

He couldn't cry. 

...That's fine, that's fine, he's a performer, he can fake it.

“Leo, I’m not–” Raph put a hand on Leo’s shoulder, turning him so they were face to face and Raph’s expression was visible. Wide-eyed, a chasm in his forehead, wet. 

“I’m sorry,” Leo declared, ugly and wet, face twisted, and Raph physically recoiled in sheer surprise. 

“No, you don't have t–!” 

“I’m sorry, please don't kick me out, you guys are just so good and I messed up and I didn't mean to and I’m just so stupid and–!” it was a very ugly act, words unclear and snively. The kind of tantrum you'd get beaten for, or be locked in your room with no dinner.

By the distraught look on Raph’s face, it might be working. Even Mikey unlatched himself from the hug (and Leo ached) to observe Leo’s performance, shocked. 

Right. They... they've never seen him emotional. Well, certainly not like this. Leo just– he didn't usually engage with people on whom guilt tripping would be effective! 

But he knows how to do it. Quite well. 

Even if the desperate need to break down into tears just refused to surface, for some reason. All these years being beaten over the head to stop all this crying, and NOW he can't cry?! Psh. Of course. 

“Kick you– Leo we're not kicking you out, what–?” Mikey gaped. 

“It’s okay, Leo, hey, it’s okay, just calm down,” Raph placated. “You didn't do anything wrong, it’s okay!” 

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Leo sniffed loudly, miming rubbing his face like he’d teared up. 

“You don't need to apologize! It’s okay!” Mikey joined the insistence, both of them hovering over him. Oh yeah baby, just like Big Mama’s minions hovering over her dramatic demands. Woe is little Leonardo. 

Okay, note to self, guilt tripping absolutely works on the Jitsus. 

“Raph is really sorry for overwhelming you!” Raph exclaimed, wringing his hands. “I, I just– I wanted to show you– to show you! You know? That I wasn't like, lying or, or tricking you or something!” the poor guy explained. 

“Man, why didn't you mention something? You just– accepted being in what you thought was a cell?” Mikey was very saddened by this.

“I didn't see anything wrong with it?” Leo said, now calmer after he regained the reins of the conversation. “I mean, I’m new. Makes sense there will be a trial period,” he chuckled. 

Both brothers looked like they wanted to burst into tears. 

“No,” Mikey’s voice cracked. “No, it doesn't make sense! This isn't, this isn’t–!” 

“This ain't just a team, Leo!” Raph sniffed. “We're a family! And you're one of us, you're family!” 

Leo would cry all the tears he must to make that happen. 

And then Donnie returned. 

And Donnie shoved something in Leo’s hands. 

And Leo felt calmer now. He felt like he could get things under his grasp now. 

All of that crashed when he looked at the small ball of blue cloth in his hands. 

“Correct me if I’m wrong, and I could be wrong,” Donnie fidgeted, a little awkward, “but from my observations, you... I thought blue would fit.”

Leo stared, completely thrown back.

Leo slowly unfurled the strip of cloth. 

“And we’d have to make additional alterations to ensure it will not shrivel up or fray,” Donnie added. “But I– I think it's pretty good, for the short notice,”

…A mask. 

A bandana, a headband, a, a– like theirs. 

It was cut like Mikey’s. It was long like Raph’s. Donnie seemed to have cut it himself.

And it wasn't red. It wasn't black or white, or something neutral like gray or brown.

It was blue. 

Blue, blue, blue. A really, really nice shade of blue. Right now, maybe Leo’s favorite blue. 

“You're one of us now,” Donnie said quietly, a hand on Leo’s shoulder. 

“You're part of the team!” Raph insisted, his hand on Leo’s other shoulder. 

“You’re our brother,” Mikey crushed him in a hug again. Raph followed his example and dragged them all into his expansive embrace. 

Leo– Leo has never been part of a family group hug before. And not just because he never had the family for it. 

Big Mama wasn't really into hugs. And when she dished one out, it wasn't... warm, personal, affectionate. Not really. Not truly. Never. 

Not... not like this. 

The blue mask was still held (clutched, really) in Leo’s hand. And Leo was held in–

In... in his brothers’ arms. 

Oh. Oh. 

His brothers. 

His brothers. 

They– they–

“And you're our equal,” Donnie vehemently insisted into the hold that was crushing him just a little. “This isn't a trick or, or manipulation, I have no ulterior motive or secret gain, I'm not doing this for kicks, you're not below us and we are not above you, you're our equal, okay? Am I missing something?” Donnie rambled, like he was trying to tick off all boxes. Like he was making a contract and was trying to dodge any and all possible loopholes. 

“And it's not a hypothetical and there's no hidden strings attached! And you don't have to put up with unpleasant stuff or prove yourself!” Mikey joined him. “And you don't have to act or lie or... change yourself so we like you ‘cause we already do!!!” 

“You’re family, we love you–!!!” Raph exclaimed.

“Okay, okay!” Leo laughed, though it was a little too quivery, raising a hand to–

–to wipe off his face.

...What? 

…When did he start crying? 

What??? Leo stared at his hand, with the teensy spot of wet from the tear. 

Oh no, oh no was he ruining the moment? He totally ruined it, he–

–Mikey grabbed his hand and gently pulled it away. 

“I’m crying too,” he giggled, “It's a Mad Dog thing,” 

The sentence rang and looped in Leo’s brain. 

I’m crying too. It's a Mad Dog thing. 

Oh, oh he was crying more now. Yikes. 

It still made him feel panicky and wrong. It was the destabilization of his breathing, blinking his eyes to clear up his vision, a warmth, the way the tears tickled his cheeks. 

But he was laughing. Shaky and wet, he was laughing. 

It built off of Mikey’s giggle, and then Raph also snorted and then he was laughing too. And it was so ridiculous, it just made Leo cackle more. 

Heck, even Donnie huffed, cracked up by the absurdity, and then they were all just snorting and chuckling in a group hug. Like a bunch of weirdos. 

And with it all, Leo felt so ridiculously light. So warm. There was a warm buzzing within him, like pins and needles.

Love love, or whatever, haha. 

“I haven't even put the mask on yet,” Leo pointed out, and with a couple “Oh right–” and “Whoops!” and such the group hug disbanded. 

Leo unfurled the blue cloth. There were even two holes for the eyes. How stupid would it be if they didn't fit, hah? 

The others looked at him with anticipation. Excitement. Giddiness, even. 

Leo lifted the mask, and tied it at the back with a double knot. 

It fit perfectly. 

[solarisol]

Ok I just need everyone to know, as a third gen Mexican-American, Leo Valdez does not speak Spanish.

He is fourth (probably more) gen and lost his mother at a young age. You think this kid speaks Spanish??? When it comes to languages, if you don’t use it you lose it (side eyes Nico’s ability to speak Italian) and Leo was tossed from foster home to foster home, most of which, if not all, likely didn’t speak Spanish. Even before that, could his mom speak Spanish? She was a third gen (if not more) like me and seemed to speak pretty good English. She probably spoke Spanish too (I hope) and used both with Leo.

So: Leo knows terms of endearment for a child. He might know how to count up to 5 or maybe 10. He definitely knows at least one swear word. He knows titles (uncle/aunt obviously, Mr/Mrs too, probably). He knows some household items and the names of other everyday things. He seems to have been able to hold onto most of his memories of his childhood before the foster homes which is why I think he knows counting and everyday things, because that’s probably what his mamá taught him. Now, this is aaalll assuming Leo’s mom knew Spanish. It’s possible she only knew the bare minimum. I like to think she knew enough to hold a conversation, if not more because of how her grandfather (Sammy) talked. But it’s also possible she knew very little Spanish.

Now, a little disclaimer: I was not taught Spanish as a child. I had to learn it in school. Do I resent that? Yes, absolutely. That’s why I say I hope Esperanza knew how to speak Spanish (Jesus Christ it took me an entire rant to remember her name) and why I like to think Leo could maybe hold an extremely simple conversation in Spanish. His grammar would probably be shit and there’s definitely a lot of Spanglish thrown in there but he could get by. Maybe. If he doesn’t have anxiety about messing up like I do. Anyways, I’m also only a quarter Mexican so maintaining the cultural stuff was a little hard - meaning, I’m culturally American. And that’s the vibe I get from Leo. He gives very strong Americanized vibes and with Americanization comes no sabo.

However! I like to think that once Leo has a stable place to call home, he starts trying to learn more Spanish. At first as a way to connect with his mom and her culture, and then just cause it’s useful.

[hitokshellart]

Harás un animatic o una animación de BMC Big Mama cantando la canción "Sabia es mamá"? Que apodos le pone Big Mama a Leo?

Estoy planeándolo! Pero tengo demasiados wips que terminar primero así que tardará un poco ajkfshajksfh

Ah, y los apodos que usa Big Mama con Leo son "Pet" (Mascota/Mascotita) y "Dear" (Cariño)

[holygrailimagines]

Christmas

Summary: Christmas with Leo, reader, and their children

To say you both love Christmas is an understatement. You love spending such a special holiday with your three, beautiful children. Your oldest daughter is seven, and you love that she is basically your mini me. Messi would always joke and say how you were in printer mode when you were pregnant with her. Your middle child was five and he was Messi’s clone, from his features to his love of football. And of course, your youngest two-year-old son was a perfect mixture of the both of you. 

As soon as Halloween is over, Messi puts up all the outdoor decorations with the boys while you and your girl adorn the inside. The one thing you make sure you all do together is put up the Christmas tree. Your favorite part was watching your beloved husband pick up your youngest. Your baby boy had the important job of placing the star on the Christmas tree. Everytime he did it, you would always have to hold back tears. 

“Feliz Navidad!” Your small family cheered as the clock struck twelve. Christmas Eve had finally transitioned into Christmas day. You and your husband exchanged a quick but passionate kiss as you embraced one another. 

“Te amo,” He whispers in your ear before turning to hug your children. You all took turns hugging one another, the Christmas ambiance filling the air. 

“We can open our presents now!” Your daughter exclaimed, holding her hands to her chest as she jumped up and down. Your boys cheered with her, excited to finally open up the mysterious gifts under the tree. You and your husband smiled at each other, also excited to see their cute little faces light up. 

“Ok mis amores, siéntense.” (Sit down) Your husband gently instructs the children as the whole family gathers around the Christmas tree. Each child sits, waiting patiently to receive the gifts they so desperately want to rip open. Your husband gives each child their assigned gifts. You watch as they go feral, wrapping paper littering the floor in seconds. Instantaneously, your children’s faces are covered with the biggest smiles. They run up to you both, almost knocking you over on the floor. They kiss your faces and all you can hear is their little voices synchronizing, 

“¡Gracias mamá, gracias papá!” 

“Now, it's our turn,” your five year old reminds you. Very recently, your two oldest children wanted some extra cash to give you guys some gifts. Both you and Messi were flattered, but it was a wonderful reminder that you were doing an amazing job raising your children. “We really hope you like it.” Your daughter chimes in. 

“Of course bebe, we will love whatever it is.” You encourage them, wondering what they could have possibly gotten you. Messi agrees, kissing you on the cheek. They pass the gifts to you and your husband. You look at the messily wrapped gift, heart already melting as you see Para: Mama (For:mom) written in their shaky handwriting. You open it carefully and smile widely, you pull out a heart locket necklace. You open it up and your tears well up in your eyes when you see a picture of yourself and your husband on the left side, and a picture of your children on the right. You hold it up to your heart, you turn to your husband and watch as he also becomes emotional. He has the exact same necklace. You and him hug your children, and thank them for this amazing gift. 

Finally, after putting the children to bed, you and Leo get ready for bed. You both sat on the edge of the bed, your present for him on your lap and his present for you behind his back. You guys loved to exchange your gifts in private, only because Messi sometimes likes to get cheeky with his gifts. Last year, he gifted you your favorite lingerie set.

You gave yours to his, heart racing as he slowly removed each tape piece and painfully unraveled the wrapping paper. 

“Amor, por favor.” You plead as he was taking his sweet time torturing you and your anticipation. He chuckled, finally ripping the gift open. He gasped, “Mi reina, this is perfect. I love it!” He says, holding up his new pair of cleats. You smiled, mentally patting yourself on the back. He leaned in, holding your jaw as he kissed you deeply. 

“My turn,” he says, pulling a small envelope from behind his back. You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of what it could possibly be. You were so glad you didn’t have to question for long. Like your children, you ripped the gift open and were confused to see two slips of paper. But after reading the printed information on them, you realized that Leo had booked your dream vacation. You engulfed him in a hug, returning the deep and passionate kiss. You felt the kiss escalate quickly, he pulled away and asked, “You still have that lingerie set?”

Merry Christmas, I know it's like a day later. Also, Happy Holidays to those who don't celebrate Christmas!!

[pamela-lntt]

Rediseño de los huevitos !! | Redesign of the eggs !!

Me uní al grupito de dibujarlos más humanoides xd | Joined the drawing them as humans gang xd

Like my art? Consider buying me a coffee! Te gusta mi arte? Considera comprarme un cafe!

My thought process / Mi explicación de los diseños:

Overall / En General:

I still wanted to keep the whole idea of them actually being dragons so I kept their dragon features, but I made the end of their dragon features a dark purple because i have this little theory that their dragon mom is the Ender Dragon

I also tried to base their colors on their parents, especially on their clothing, hair, and eyes

finally, I drew Chayanne and Tallulah with similar features because I see them as Cuates (siblings who were born in different times but look alike) and I made Leo, Ramón, and Dapper look similar face features and skintone wise because of them being Triplets

A few of my design choices are actually based on other designs of the eggs I saw around the internet that I really liked, like Pomme's heterochromia, Richarlyson's hairstyle (although I changed his hair texture), and Ramón's skin color (which also influenced Leo and Dapper's)

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Aún quería quedarme con la idea de que son dragones-dragones entonces les dejé las características de dragón que tenían antes, aparte de hacer que esas características tuvieran de color un morado oscuro porque yo tengo la teoría de que su mamá dragona es el Enderdragón

También intenté basar sus colores en los de sus padres, especialmente en su ropa, pelo y ojos

Finalmente, dibujé a Chayanne y Tallulah con ciertos rasgos similares porque los veo como Cuates e hice a Leo, Ramón y Dapper tener muchísimos más rasgos similares porque son Trillizos

Unos cuantos de mis decisiones de diseño están basadas en otros diseños de los huevitos que vi por allí en el internet que me gustaron mucho, como la heterocromía de Pomme, el peinado de Richarlyson (aunque le cambié la textura de su pelo), y el color de piel de Ramón (que también influyó el de Leo y Dapper)

Gegg:

In my mind, Gegg is almost completely slime... and Slime himself has the ability to even deform his human-looking half. The many bandages is to keep his form because he is a little too gooey to keep it intact without any help. He's also very dirty because of the slime hhahah

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En mi mente, Gegg es casi completamente slime (sabes no sé si hay una palabra en español específicamente para esto... y la wiki de Minecraft no ayuda xd)... y el mismo Slime tiene la habilidad de deformar su mitad humana. Todos los vendajes son para mantener su forma, ya que, es demasiado limoso para mantener su forma intacta sin ninguna ayuda externa. También está muy sucio por el mismo slime jajaja