#Leonardo Vitale

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Imputado por la Mega Estafa en Berisso pide periciar a judiciales por el “síndrome de burnout”

Imputado por la #MegaEstafa con #pagaréstruchos en #Berisso pide periciar a #judiciales por el “#síndromedeburnout” #Judiciales | #estafas | #saludmental | #abusodedrogas | #defraudación Más info:

En una iniciativa sorprendente, uno de los imputados en la Mega Estafa con pagarés truchos de Berisso busca evaluar la salud mental de los judiciales bonaerenses. Berisso, Buenos Aires, con información de RealPolitik – En el marco de la investigación por la Mega Estafa en Berisso, Leonardo Vitale, uno de los acusados y detenido en prisión, presentó una solicitud insólita: pericias para evaluar…

[chiharukihara]

LEONARDO DA VINCI 2023

oil on canvas 910×606㎜/M30

Chiharu KIHARA

[autailome]

has anyone ever talked about ahab feanor parallels or is it gonna have to be me

[seagull-astrology]

Fibonacci, Julia Robinson and Hilbert's 10th Problem

Fibonacci Day is November 23rd, and celebrates the work of medieval mathematician Leonardo of Pisa. We have no solid dates on Leonardo, but 11-23 was chosen as those are the first numbers in the sequence. In honour of the day, Science Magazine published an article on an American mathematician who utilized the Fibonacci series to solve German mathematician David Hilbert’s 10th problem of his…

[jellyvibes710]

I dunno what to really say here :p

Here be the character sheets I made for this series, enjoy!

PARASITE COMIC HERE (a fan comic for @abbeyofcyn kraang infection au read it if you haven't yet! :D)

This is all their outfits throughout the series, it's a short series so there isn't a whole lot haha

Unfortunately for Raphs and Donnies gif I had to do a worse quality because the original gifs were too big and I can only add one video, may their high resolution rest in peace

Splinter, April, Casey JR [UNAVAILABLE] soon

Kraang infected characters [UNAVAILABLE]

[CLASSIFIED INFORMATION]

Himato Leonardo, Age 18

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Self modified shell and workings of the parasite may be too gruesome for certain groups, withholding highly sensitive documentary will result in the reader being rendered MISSING due to [REDACTED]

Upon contact of receiving the parasite the host [Leonardo] began experiencing pain beyond reasoning, the speed of the parasite reaching the hosts mind was remarkable. Taking only approximately 3.6 seconds for the parasite to reach the Frontal Lobes as well as parts of the Occipital Lobe, Parietal Lobe and Limbic System resulting in host going Farel, attacking any other potential hosts within range. Although, upon sudden high temperatures from the family ninpo due to [REDACTED] the parasite noticeably retreated to the hosts shell by accessing the cerebellum then traveling down through the brainstem and spinal cord.

Compared to previous host [Donatello], access to the current host[yours truly] sparked an interesting difference. While the previous host acted [REDACTED], the parasite acts more violently to its current host, spreading across the inside of the shell and swelling, applying roughly 650-660 pounds of force to the shell. Surpassing the pressure it'd take to crush a regular turtle shell, hypothesis states due to mutation our shells are more flexible than average, allowing us to twist and bend in ways that'd be unnatural/harmful to our unmutated counterparts, but causing extreme pain and discomfort for the host, applying pressure not only to the shell but to the internal organs as well. Putting the subject life at high risk, if not acted upon [REDACTED] resulting in life threatening damage and spread of the parasite to any nearby victims.

Immediate surgical action required.

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My additional research collected continues to impress my original beliefs.

With new additions added, the host has not only managed to contain the parasite but even weaponize it.

Self made cracks aided in the surgical process as well as preventing the parasite from destroying the shell worse than it has, leaving a peace of the shell in its original position assistance in leveraging the parasite, it also assist in the closing mechanisms added to the inners of the shell. Additional spinal support was added to prevent risks from having far more flexibly than the current host previously was capable of, as well as aiding in preventing the parasite from spreading and causing more problems with the use of ninpo running through the mechanical parts.

It hurts.

Due to the tech needing a constant flow of ninpo to prevent system failure and allowing the parasite to spread, ninpo will be very limited if in events of a battle. Unfortunately, constant access to regular temperatures leads to flu like symptoms, allowing the parasite to thrive and spread despite the ninpo mechanisms preventing it from swelling, acting more as damage control. The hosts shell is too damaged to be submerged, milkshakes and ice will have to assist in the prevention of spread.

Along in aiding with parasite control, the tech attached to the spine (somehow separated from the shell and is confined within the flesh of the parasite, as if it was carefully peeled off. Remarkably no damage found to anything vital.) Have flexible material that wrap around the bone and were very careful surgically attached to the spinal nerve, spinal cord and vertebrae to act as support and to prevent accidental damage, Acting as a theoretical shell in the meantime.

Flexible but strong material was bolted in along the inside of the host shell, acting as some kind of prosthetic allowing the host to open and close the shell at will. Still causes discomfort unfortunately.

More in depth description shall be provided [REDACTED]

Overall this surgery took approximately 12 hours. Rest is required.

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The log has ended, but pieces can still be found from here out.

Perhaps then you may have the full story

As much as I wanna go more into depth with these details unfortunately it'll risk spoiling parts of the story I'm really looking forward to working on

Till next time! ^-^=

(Sorry if something doesn't make sense or I spelled something wrong, I decided to write this while I'm pretty much half asleep ☠️)

[faith-forgxtten-land]

please make a Bay!Leo piece

Staring | Leonardo

okay this is short and sweet and i'm using this to try and get back into writing again so no judging!

warnings: none? hints of suggestiveness but its fluffy and short. leo might be a bit ooc? but oh well. everyone is 18+ !!!

summary: leo likes watching you

word count: 514

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Leo is watching you. He’s not sure if you realise, if you can feel the weight of his gaze. He doesn’t even realise he’s staring himself sometimes. His eyes can pick you out in a bustling crowd, instinctively drawn to the shape of you, and he honestly doesn’t mean to stare most of the time, it’s just difficult to want to look at anything else so he doesn’t. No matter how many times he watches you, it’s not enough. He’s committed your shape to memory – not with his hands, not intimately, not yet, but he quietly hopes – and he wants to retrace the lines of your body every day over and over with his eyes and then his hands and then his tongue–

He feels your eyes on him immediately and he fights the flush crawling up his neck as you quirk your brow and smile widely. His smile in return is small but it must be enough because your own becomes impossibly wider. Your eyes are sparkling with life and vivacity and it makes his breath catch in his throat. You’re not doing anything particularly interesting, simply listening to Mikey ramble about something unimportant with a graceful patience Leo is almost jealous of, but you’re so full of energy it makes his chest hurt in the most fulfilling way. You’re practically vibrating with vitality and it makes your frame a little blurry around the edges. Although, he concedes, that might just be the effect you have on him because his heart is pounding and he can hear the blood rushing in his veins and he feels giddy in a way that’s dizzying and embarrassing and the most thrilling thing in the world and, god, he wants to feel that forever.

Your eyes are still on him and his tongue feels too big for his mouth as he presses it against his teeth. Is this what you feel when he stares, he wonders. If so, he might have to apologise at some point when he feels less mortified because he’s starting to feel faint and his knees are weak and he’s gripping the kitchen counter a bit too hard. If just looking at him causes this reaction, he can’t imagine what it would be like if you were to touch him the way he’s dreamed about. He feels a little delirious at the thought, lightheaded and feeling the urge to churr and giggle which are sounds he doesn’t want anyone to hear ever. Well, anyone but you.

He’s the first to look away, his eyes resisting the movement as though they were magnets fighting to stay stuck on your figure. If he doesn’t look away, he’d probably pass out and he would never live that down. He freezes when his eyes instead find Donnie reclining against a wall and watching him behind his stupid glasses with a subtle smirk half-hidden by an outrageously oversized cup of coffee. 

“Not a word.” He hisses quietly, thankful that it was Donnie at least and not, god forbid, Raphael who caught his staring.

Donnie just snickers.

[risestarkiss]

Rise Ramblings #546

In the beginning of the mini-episode “Race,” April texts all the guys with an offer: free pizza to the one that can come by and watch Mayhem.

I can only describe what happens next as, the “Text Battle of all Text Battles.”

Based on the choice of pictures we can safely assume that we are indeed looking at Leo’s phone.

Well, let’s analyze the play-by-play, shall we?

ROUND ONE

Leo comes in clutch with perfect form and all caps. No extra frills, but with all the chills. Next, we have Raphael. Ooo, looks like he lost a bit of time there tripping up on capitalization. Nice try, Champ. Third is Mikey. It appears his spelling mistake cost him vital microseconds. No “dibss” for you, Mikey baby. Lastly, we have Donatello. Two explanation points? Too much time lost there, buddy.

Winner: Leonardo

ROUND TWO

Again, perfectly done by the boy in blue as he slides into first with all caps (plus an exclamation for effect.) Second, we have ol’ reliable, Big Red. By ditching the “I” he gained some speed but lost it all with the extra exclamation points. Maybe next time, Red, maybe next time. Third we have Orange. Typos? What’s a typo? Sadly, the time skipped in forgoing accuracy means nothing as he still took third place. Last is Purple, yet again. Maybe spend less time on correct capitalization and more time sending your message, Dondon.

Winner: Leonardo

ROUND THREE

And here we’ve emerged with the emojis. Swift, simple, and to the point, Leonardo is first place once more. His message is clear. Pizza? Absolutely. Get a clue, it’s all for Blue! Second is the big man himself, two slices for him please! Sadly, the extra slice equals no dice as he comes up thrice in the number two spot. Starry eyes, pizza surprise, but he’s not on a roll as Mikey is next to go. And dead last is Othello von Ryan. Yes Donnie, pizza is 100 percent fire, but with the knife and fork you’ve come up short!

Winner: Leonardo

FINAL RESULTS

WINNER: LEONARDO

I guess someone is a sore loser.

[rotary-supercollider]

My favorite part of playing guilty gear with my brother is doing character voices and making up factually incorrect lore

My favorite bits:

- Happy Chaos only brings 6 bullets to every fight because none of his clothes have any pockets so that’s all he can fit in his gun

- he also listens to Nickelback and if no one stops him he’s gonna replace the soundtrack to the next guilty gear game with their phlegmy alt-rock

- Asuka B# (pronounced B sharp) invented pop-up books and discovered the Higgs Boson, which was a vital part of creating the Guilty Gear

- The Guilty Gear was a literal gear made out of Higgs Bosons. It’s intended purpose was to absorb all the sins of humanity and get everyone into heaven, but it was eaten by a goat so everyone blames that goat for the downfall of society (this is what the “mankind knew” thing before every match is about)

- Testament’s scythe is a JoJo’s stand called “100 Gecs” that strips you of your pronouns

- Faust is Leonardo DiCaprio who got blackout drunk at the Titanic cast party and has been running around as a bag doctor for like 50 years

— The Leo in every movie since 1997 is a clone. The film studios keep clones of all the big name actors in coffins hidden in Area 51. Goldlewis’s coffin has Benedict Cumberbatch’s clone in it

- “Dog Kick! Dog Kick! Dog Kick!” “Giovanna you really need to find something else to call that move it doesn’t sound good”

- Potemkin is a Macy’s thanksgiving day parade float that turned against its masters and is now seeking revenge

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

2012 tmnt boys with a reader that’s having a rough period week? Like normally it’s bearable but this week it’s just, struggling to walk, feeling dizzy and sick, not really eating and just laying in bed?

Hope you’re having a lovely timezone! Take care of yourself :]

Rough Period (Fluff)

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: I just started my own really bad period, so this just seemed very fitting to get done😂 Hope you’ll enjoy💚

Warning: Periods so bad that you will puke, cry and maybe even pass out.

Leonardo:

Since this isn’t the first time you’re having your period around Leo, he isn’t too alarmed about it. At this point he even seemed to know your cycle (probably also because he was able to smell it on you, but he would never tell you that), and had pads and tampons in his room, just in case you needed any.

But this time Leo could tell that it was bad before you even got out of bed. You were in an incredibly bad mood, struggling to even sit up or move, and even tried to push him away when he tried to cuddle you, only for you to break down crying due to the pain.

Leo would not take any words or action of yours personally. He knew it was just your hormones and the stabbing pain that was speaking. So he kept his distance without ever going too far, patiently taking every single que, look and noise you gave him. He got you painkillers without you even asking for it, and would lay next to you, just in case you would need to be hugged at any point.

At some point you would finally crawl into Leo’s arms, before finally falling asleep with your head against his chest.

Raphael:

Have you ever seen the couples that mockingly will yell at each other, acting like they are fighting, but just smile and laugh while saying things that an outside person might totally misunderstand? Yeah, that’s you and Raph when you’re on your period, laying angrily in bed, feeling tired of the whole world. But somehow, you and Raph’s small back and forths always seemed to get a smile on your lips.

And somehow, when you’re having a particularly bad period, leaving you unmoving in bed, unable to eat anything, feeling like throwing up, Raph still had a way to put a small smile on your lips. He would bring you something to drink along with some snacks, hoping to get something inside of you, before taking a seat next to you, coming with a sarcastic yet somehow funny; “have I ever told you how beautiful you look when you’re on the verge of dying?” That made you snort.

But when your cramps would get particularly bad, Raph would drop any funny acts, in order to solely focus on how to help you. Water? Bucket? Heating pad? Blanket? Sweatshirt off? More snacks? Raph got it all, and he somehow always seemed to be able to know what to do, without asking you what you needed.

Donatello:

Knowing as much about human anatomy as Donnie did, he never got particularly worried when you were on your period. That did not mean that he didn’t feel bad for you. With every cramp and every small pained whimper, Donnie felt his heart crack a little for you, as he tried to find a way to make the pain less for you. But so far nothing had been working, but Donnie never wanted to turn you into a guinea pig, to test something that may not work. No, instead he would stay by your side, holding you close and keeping you company as you got through it.

But one particular day, your period was way worse than usual. You were sick, throwing up, with cramps so bad that you were left crying on the bed. That really broke Donnie’s heart.

That day Donnie did not step a foot in the lab, but stayed with you, not leaving your side unless absolutely necessary. He even went so far as to check your vitals, just to make sure. He tried not to fuss, even though it was hard. He just wanted to make sure that you were alright, though it could take several days.

To be honest, this was probably the hardest thing Donnie had to go through in your relationship. And when it was over, Donnie was just happy to know that you were okay.

Michelangelo:

Whenever you had your period, Mikey always had a little moment of panic. He HATED seeing you in pain, and whenever you would curl up in bed with cramps, Mikey was about to cry and scream in fear, thinking that he was about to lose you. Bit of a drama queen really. Sometimes you had to give him a hard knock, and remind him what was going on.

But then one day, you had a really bad period. So bad that you almost couldn’t speak. And that made Mikey very worried, fussing around you with words of fear. But when you tried to stand up, only to fall back on the bed, the world spinning around you, Mikey went into total panic, running laps around the room before running for Donnie.

While Donnie did a check on you, Mikey stood over his shoulder, staring like you were in your dead bed with just moments left. He almost broke down crying, until Donnie turned and told him to tone it down. “She’s just on her period, your nob. I’ll get her some pain killers. Get her something to drink and some comfort food. There isn’t much else than to make her comfortable”.

In the end, it was more like you were the one making Mikey comfortable, reminding him that even though you were hurting for the moment, it would be over a few days later.

[biographydivider]

Urgent Brother Business

A little gift for @somerandomdudelmao in return for their delightful Future AU, and for blessing us with Tiny Tello. I couldn’t get the image of him bossing gigantic, adult Leo around out of my head!

“So the Krang dogs were last spotted here,” April was saying, tapping at a map she’d laid out across the War Room table. “If we come around the perimeter this way, we should be able to use these ruins as cover to...”

She looked up from the carefully plotted attack plans at the ten recruits she’d assembled to go over strategy; none of which were even looking at the map. “Seriously, guys?” April huffed. “I don’t even have to turn around to see what y’all are gawking at...”

Behind her in the hallway, the Leader of the Resistance, The Greatest Ninja of All Time and the turtle who was meant to be leading this damn meeting was crawling across the  floor, barely holding in a laugh as a tiny, furious green pancake led him about by the tails of his mask.

“Well,” April deadpanned, arms folded, “I’ve turned around, and I see. Master Leonardo, you wanna get involved, here?”

“Can’t, April,” Leo said, pointing down at the turtle tot, who was scowling through his custom, handmade glasses at the world around him. “I’m double-booked. Take it up with Donnie.”

Donnie - the recent victim of a severe bout of anti-aging that seemed to be going around the base of late - growled reedily and tugged on Leo’s mask tails.

“Oop, we’re off again. See you next time, Commander. Recruits.”

“The sooner Mikey works out how to change him back,” April sighed, turning back to her map, “the better. Okay, can we at least try to focus, please?”

Leo had been basically useless to the resistance since Donnie got babified; following him around and basically doing whatever his little brother (emphasis on little) wanted him to do. That or picking Donnie up and gently squeezing him around the middle, just to hear him squeak. It was so darn cute!

“Where are we going, bud?” Leo asked, as Donnie led him through the base, his face a mask of adorable determination. “You wanna go bath? S’at it? You wanna swim? Oh, we’re going to the kitchen? I can getcha a cookie, just don’t tell Raph...oh.”

They’d stopped just in front of the counter that held the battered, dinged but somehow miraculously still functional coffee machine. It was Donnie’s pride and joy - he’d rescued it from a decimated Starbucks a month or two back, painted a Genius Brand logo on it and had made it work on salvaged coffee beans, evaporated milk and a dream.

Tiny Donnie looked up at it expectantly.

“Uh, bud?” Leo said, getting to his feet and rubbing the back of his neck guiltily. “I don’t think I can get you a coffee right now. You’re just a little guy, and I don’t know what all that caffeine will do to your sensitive lil’ tum-tum.”

Donnie looked from the machine to Leo and, assuming he simply hadn’t made himself understood, jabbed a tiny finger in the direction of the machine.

“D. Coffee’s not a good idea right now.”

Donnie grumbled and pointed all the harder.

“Nuh-uh. No way.”

The turtle tot’s eyes widened in scandalised betrayal - then narrowed as he hissed out something that was obviously a very bad word in Baby-ese.

“Woah, woah, you watch your mouth, mister.” Leo bent down to scoop up his brother. “You need a time out, buddy. Away from all this --”

An entire arsenal of purple nimpo weaponry materialised around Donnie.

“...temptation,” Leo finished weakly. “Eeuough boy.”

“Okay,” April was saying back in the War Room, having finally - finally! - wrangled back the recruits’ attention. “So this next part’s important. Escape plan; this back alley is vital, everyone memorise the co-ordinates --”

BOOM BOOM BANG POW SCREECH POP BOOM BANG BANG BANG BANG

As one, the recruits snapped their attention to the doorway, just as Leo sprinted past, shrieking in terrified laughter as Donnie - somewhere in the haze of purple light and firepower that surrounded him - followed in hot pursuit.

“Donnie no, Donnie stop it I’m sorry, Donatello stand down I’m still your commanding officer--AAAAAGH!!!”

A soft, resonant boom, followed by a cloud of purple smoke. April deflated, finally admitting defeat and rolling up her map.

“Doesn’t matter. Just...don’t worry about it, guys.”

[littlelambscandyland]

Four Versus One (Part One)

Platonic Yandere Rise Brothers x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Tv Self Awareness, Panic Attacks, Reader has siblings and a niece, Stalking (if you count watching someone thru a screen without their knowledge as stalking)

You lounged gingerly on the couch. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles droning on as your niece starred in wonderment at the screen. You'd introduced her to the show as means to get her to stop making you watch (insert stupid show here). You told your sibling you'd watch over them the next few days as the birth of their second child happened. Today felt like it went on a bit longer. Tonight was the last night that your niece would be here.

 You couldn't say you didn't have fun. The show you stopped watching years ago was now, apparently, coming out with new episodes and you and your niece hyper fixated on it hard. With all that said, however, you were glad to get your space back. Glad to have your own little bubble of childishness without the responsibility of another human.

Deciding it was a calm enough scene not to be missed, you got up to get a well needed snack. 

Calling into your niece. "You want anything from the kitchen, chicken pop?"

She giggles at the odd, but well deserved nickname, and asks you for orange juice.

After pouring drinks and grabbing popcorn you made your way back to the living room. The scene had switched to Donatello's lab. They were making some sort of gun. Words like "portal" and "interdimensional travel" were being thrown around.

You wondered slightly as you laid the snacks out what this weapon had to do with anything. The episode didn't seem to call for it, but maybe you missed a more vital scene than you thought?

You thought a bit more as you watched the show how different it was from what you remembered. There were more fourth wall breaks and sometimes one of the turtles would randomly throw out compliments to the watcher.

Not that you minded the change. It was just different. Nice, but different.

~~~Time skip brought to you buy me writing this in my therapy waiting room~~~

You had successfully made the trade off of your niece, delivering her back into the hands of one of her parents. You'd cleaned up the house, and finally felt yourself relax.

You had turned the tv off for a little while. A part of your agreement with your niece to wait to watch the show again together. Obviously, that was a lie. You had turned the tv back on after cleaning. Ordering a pizza and deciding to have a "me night". 

There was something you noticed when you turned it back on though. The fourth wall breaks and the compliments happen more often. The plot seemed thrown out the window and everything seemed almost more mature than before. 

Because of all of this you made the executive decision to Google it. It'd been a while since you'd been a part of the fandom so you figured it'd be quicker just to get straight to the point.

You felt your heart drop from what you read. Confusion and honest panic grew in its place. There were only two seasons. That was impossible. There were obviously more. What had you been watching? 

"Uh ohhhhhh," You heard Leonardo's voice drone. "Hey guys, I thinks she's figured it out!" He calls his brothers.

Your eyes wide as the character seems to stare into your soul. The others gather into the screen. A mixture of smiles and anxiety are what stared back with animated eyes.

"I see. So she did... Ahem. Greetings, Darling!" Donatello says, clearly staving off his own anxiety.

"Hi..." You answer. You hoped this was a dream. Fear wrapped up into a ball in your gut. A feeling telling you to cut off the tv, to run far away and not look back ever again.

"Awww! She's so cute! Look at her eyes, they're so pretty!" Michaelangelo exclaims happily.

"We know dude. You're so cute doll. Really you are." Raphael addresses you with a nervous smile.

You look down in panic. The only logical thought is you had lost your mind. This is a dream, or you've snapped and this was a hallucination.

"What is happening?" You pant out. "This isn't happening. This cannot be happening..." Your breath ragged, and your voice hoarse. Tears gathering in your eyes.

They're faces shift in remorse and panic. Four animated eyes looking guiltily at you with frowns. Grimaces held by all as your body flies into a panic attack.

"Oh no, no. Don't cry, it's ok cariño. You're ok..." Leonardo coos at you in an attempt to calm you. 

The others gather in on the "comfort". They're words prove worthless as you spiral further. 

Finally gathering the courage you throw your phone at the tv in a frenzy. Perhaps not the best choice as the momentum and pressure crack your tv. Fizzles heard from inside the machine can be heard as the broken screen cuts off.

Sad for you, your nightmare doesn't end there.

[its-wabby-stuff]

So everyone’s been punching back for @somerandomdudelmao post. If you know, you know, and if you don’t where have you been? And I saw one of the reblog’s today of Casey and Donnie and it got the cogs in my brain running. So here is a potentially possible outcome for the future:

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Here’s the thing. Casey knew the fight was over. They had won and the Krang weren’t here anymore. Of course, the entire event hadn’t come without its own consequences. Most of downtown New York had been destroyed. People had been injured and people had died. The government had stepped in to take care of most of the tragedy. And the event itself made international news.

But Casey didn’t care about most of that. He wasn’t even sure what most of it meant, just the ramblings he heard from the family as they recovered. They hadn’t left the lair since that day. They couldn’t afford too. The city was in a state of panic, and all of them had sustained injuries, the worst of which being Leonardo.

He had been asleep for days. It was vital for recovery, Casey knew, but the whole thing made him incredibly nervous. Casey felt like a little kid again, sitting on a chair with his knees up to his chest, just watching him. Donatello rarely left Leo’s side either. His own injuries meant he needed attention, and with Leo out, he had the best medical expertise on the machines they’d hooked him up too. Casey often asked questions, which Donnie was eager to answer. That much was the same.

Casey had long since changed out of his resistance garb, being offered a variety of clothes from each of the boys. He never let go of his mask though. That was much too important to him. Gifts and reminders from all the people he loved most.

He was alone today. With Leo. Donatello had entrusted him with enough information for any sort of emergency. But it meant he was allowed to think. He fiddled with the mask in his hands, tracing the markings he had painted on and the scratches it had received out on the field. He let his legs fall into a cross-cross as he slipped the mask onto his face and turned it on. Uncle Tello had left many tidbits of information, recordings and plans for an eventual future where we had won. Not even in his wild imaginations could he have imagined that future in the past. And now there were a million things Casey wanted answered that weren’t saved on his Uncles little device. He had a favorite file, however. One he’d rewatched a million times before.

“Is it working?” He watched Uncle Tello tilt up the camera. Behind him were all the people he loved: Sensei Leonardo, Master Michelangelo, robotic Uncle Raph, Commander O’Niel, and himself.

“It may be older than us, but it still works,” Uncle Tello replied.

“The little red light is blinking right?” Master Michelangelo flew over, looking at the camera upside down with amazement. Uncle Tello pushed him outta the way.

“Despite its primitive nature, it seems to be completely intact. Nothing askew. It’s quite impressive. Great find, Casey Jones.”

Sensei scooped up the kid and ruffled his hair.

“There’s not much storage space left on the card, so we better make it short and sweet. How about a picture? For my archives.” Everybody gathered close together as the timer started counting down. “Everybody say: Genius Built Apparel rules!!”

The video stopped there. Paused on a picture of all of them together. Casey couldn’t help but let out a couple tears, hidden by the mask. It might have been the apocalypse, but it was familiar and comforting, and here, they had all been happy.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Unc- Donatello!” Casey looked over, his view still obstructed by the photo paused on his screen. “No, no everything is fine, I was just-“ he pulled his mask off and wiped away whatever remnants of tears he had before he looked up at the turtle who had just entered the room. He didn’t have any of his tech on, using his wooden Bo staff to assist his walking, and his bandages had been covered by the presence of an oversized purple hoodie. Casey stared at him, “reliving old memories. Un- Donnie, are you feeling alright?” Casey stood up, panic ever present on the boys face.

Donnie just gave a perplexing look in response. “Are you?”

“I-“ The Krang are gone, Casey. This isn’t like when Uncle Tello got sick. This isn’t the same. There’s no way the Krang would’ve- could’ve. They couldn’t have. How would they? Tears fell down Casey’s face as he sat back down.

Donnie regretted asking the second he had. He wasn’t any good with this sort of stuff and he had clearly been crying before and now he was crying again. There was something on his mind. “I’ll go get Mikey-“

Casey grabbed Donnie’s hand, and his immediate response was to pull away, but he suppressed the urge when he felt how clammy Casey’s hands were, and how they shook just a little. “Uncle Tello, you- you aren’t going to die, are you?”

Donnie had never heard Casey call him that before. And he said it softly, and nervously, not even looking him in the eyes.

“You think a quarrel with an alien species is enough to get rid of me?”

Casey didn’t say anything. In fact what Donnie said didn’t seem to help the situation any at all. And Donnie was starting to put all the little pieces together. Something had happened to him in the future. Something not good.

“Casey, did something happen to me in the future? Did-“ he wasn’t sure if he should ask it but his curiosity took ahold of him, “did I die?”

Casey lurched forward and wrapped his arms around Donnie. Which was a surprising response, but all he needed to know the answer was yes. Despite how quickly it had happened, Casey was incredibly gentle about it. His hands still shook a little as he rested his head into Donnie’s chest.

Honestly, Donnie was a little upset by all this new information. He hadn’t survived the apocalypse, and he had been close to Casey Jones, who had to witness his death. He couldn’t imagine how crazy this entire week had been for Casey. Donnie still wasn’t sure what exactly caused this reaction from him, but slowly, he leaned down, grabbing around Casey’s back and hugging tightly.

Casey let out a breath and hugged tighter, absolutely collapsing, shaking incredibly and crying into Donnie’s favorite purple hoodie. Keep it together, the hoodie can always be washed. For once, Donnie didn’t need to wonder what to do, because this felt like enough. And no words needed to be said.

Only in Casey’s wildest dreams was he able to hug Uncle Tello again. He knew Donnie was never a big fan of physical affection but he’d always seemed to make an exception for him. Old or young, and for a minute it didn’t matter that this wasn’t the Donnie he knew. It didn’t matter that they were now the same age, or that Casey was actually taller. Or how he could feel Donnie loosening and trying to end it. No matter how long this moment was, it would never be long enough.

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Ahahaha. I don’t even know. Thanks for reading. Likes and Reblogs appreciated!!

[talonabraxas]

"The Flower of Life symbolizes all creation and the cycle of creation, as well as unity and oneness." Flower of Life Talon Abraxas This mystical symbol can be found in almost all major religions in the entire world. The Flower of Life is said to be over 6,000 years old and is composed of several concentric, equal, overlapping circles. It is said to contain vital information on the secrets of the universe and all living things. The earliest record of this symbol was said to be found on the alabaster steps that were once parts of the palace of King Ashurbanipal and has been dated to 645 BC.

Many spiritual and mystical geometric figures have been drawn from the pattern of the Flower of Life. The sacred Tree of Life in Kabbalah teachings, for instance, may be taken from the concentric patterns within the Flower of Life. Leonardo da Vinci, himself, was able to derive platonic solids and the golden ratio of phi from the Flower of Life.

It is believed that there is a secret symbol embedded within the Flower of Life. This symbol is said to hold the most important and most sacred patterns of the universe and is the harbinger of all life and existence—from molecules and atoms to planets and galaxies. Several other sacred geometry symbols that can be taken from the Flower of Life are the Tube Torus, the Egg of Life, the Tripod of Life and the Vesica Pisces, among others.

[blueberri-blu]

Ch.4 Mea Vita ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°♡

[rise]Future!Donnie x Future!Reader & Donnie x Reader (Post Krang Invasion)

Warnings: Angst, Character Death, gore, injuries, may add more

Please heed the warnings

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Previously...

You two were interrupted, however, by a loud crash, and Older Leo yelling for Older Donnie. "Stay Here, please" he whispered.

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Back home, your Donnie was, obviously, panicking.

You were in an alternate universe, supposedly helping other, future him, save their family, because he had lost you.

Sure, he had thought of the possibility of you dying before him, of course he had. That's why he tracked your vitals, your location, and checked for any injuries through your steel grade titanium watch, similar to his.

But it becoming an actual alternate reality?

It was just... Too much for Donnie.

Of course he wouldn't have had any motivation, why would he? When the love of his life, no, his life, was gone?

And How did you die? Did you die in front of him? Did you bleed out? Were you captured by the Krang? Were you just lost?

All Donnie could think about was What Happened?

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While you obeyed Older Donnie's plea, you thought of just that. Well, not exactly, more so how your Donnie was holding up. You had already been here for 4 days. You and Donnie hadn't gone so long without contact.

You were rudely pulled out of your thoughts by Older Leo grabbing you and running.

"Hey Leonardo!! What The Fuck!!"

"please, y/n, calm down, we need to leave, now"

"and go where?? We are literally 100 meters from the base??"

"you really think we only had 1 base?"

"and what about Donnie?"

"he's just getting some of his things and he'll meet us there!"

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The new base seemed even bigger, almost as if the one you were at was the backup.

That's when you say Older Mikey again, he greeted you just as excitedly as last time. And he wasn't busy enough to keep him from showing you around this time.

You two walked up to the Med Bay area, and you saw Older Donnie, he wasn't extremely injured, but it was still debilitating.

"Donnie! Hey, are you ok? How're you feeling?" Your soft voice caught Older Donnie's attention, distracting him from his conversation with Older Leo.

"Hello dove, thank you for actually listening to me, *amused chuckle* you always were very stubborn, but I suppose you also knew when things were serious."

His gaze upon you felt... Different.

Even though he was from a different universe, from a simple look, you knew.

You knew he was reading you like a book, as if he had known you for ages, like you were old friends.

Though you suppose that's technically true.

Thankfully his injury only needed stitches, but he was still advised to lay low and to take a break.

Compared to when you had first met, he was a lot more relaxed. However, you couldn't tell if it was him getting used to your presence, or the drugs Older Leo had given him for the pain.

Either way, you made great company for him while he rested. As Older Donnie had previously pointed out, you were stubborn, and took Older Leos instruction to heart. You would barely let Older Donnie get up to use the bathroom, definitely not letting him go to his newly set up lab to work.

It was strange. Older Donnie asked you about problems your Donnie didn't know about yet, and hed accidently talk about memories your Donnie and you hadn't made yet.

Tonight was no different, soft talks, light laughter, and nostalgia. You were helping him get into his bed, and that's when you caught a glimpse of it again. The necklace with the 2 beautiful bands on it.

Your hands betrayed you, and reached out to gently take them between your fingers. Older Donnie froze, then snatched them out of your grasp.

You and Older Donnie just sat there, frozen, not knowing what to do.

"my apologies, I didn't mean to be so rude. However, I fear that it is merely out of habit."

"it's.. it's ok, don, I shouldn't have touched them to begin with."

"sigh, they... They were ours. You were so excited, I had made them out of high grade titanium, just like my tech bo, so that they'd last. Sad chuckle, you said that they represented how strong our marriage was..."

you could tell he wanted to cry, to scream, anything, everything, just to get his you back. And you couldn't help the lump in your throat.

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That night you two grew impossibly closer. By now, you were back to helping him in his lab, he was making you trinkets that helped those problems he had talked to you about.

However, as Deadpool once said, life is full of commercials of happiness, and now, you were back to your regularly scheduled program.

It was a simple gathering mission, get in, grab the stuff, get out.

But of course, it was never that easy.

In fact, it was what you could only describe as, the absolute worst day of your life.

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Omg- another cliffhanger?

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Galileo Galilei Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Spoilers ahead. Not proofread.

Afterward, we carried Galileo, who was on the brink of death, into the mansion.

Arthur and Charles, who know their way around medicine, and Faust, who's an expert in anatomy and pharmacology, took over the treatment.

Arthur: "He barely made it. Luckily, he missed the vital spot."

Mitsuki: "Really? That's good to hear."

Charles: "But it doesn't change the fact that he's still in a dangerous condition. It's a wonder he's alive even now."

Faust: "Being half-vampire, his natural healing ability should be better than a human's, but he's unusually weakened."

After hearing their gloomy remarks, Comte thought it over.

Comte: "It might be the influence of the progenitor's miasma."

(Miasma…)

I recall the suffering Galileo and Vlad endured.

Comte: "The progenitor's miasma was painful even for us who were just there."

Comte: "Galileo's body was taken over, albeit for a short while."

Comte: "It's possible that his body was directly weakened by that time."

Mitsuki: "Is there no way to cure it?"

Comte: "I don't know. I hope it's something that will heal over time."

Comte shook his head apologetically.

With so little information about the progenitor itself, no one likely knew the solution.

Vlad: "That's probably why the progenitor sought a vessel."

Vlad: "I saw the body of an old man rotting away in that throne room. It's likely that the body couldn't withstand the miasma or the tremendous power."

Vlad: "The progenitor survived by transferring to a new host."

Leonardo: "Plus, the weapon Galileo used to stab himself is actually designed to kill vampires, which makes things even worse."

When the weapon was brought up, several people glanced over at Drake, who was also at the mansion.

Vlad: "There should only be one weapon in the world capable of killing a vampire, and it's a spear."

Vlad: "So, what exactly is your knife?"

Drake: "There's a lot of history behind it."

He shrugged his shoulders and gave a wry smile.

Drake: "Well, given the current situation, I have no intention of harming any of you."

Drake: "But we were driven by a desire to destroy the world. It's true that we were investigating you all."

Drake: "If you consider me dangerous, do whatever you want with me. I'm not going to run."

Drake: "Galileo probably has the same resolve."

(No way.)

Listening to their conversation, Leonardo sighed.

Leonardo: "I can't overlook what you were trying to do, but it's not our call to label you as dangerous."

Comte: "That's right. No one here has that right."

Mitsuki: "Also..."

After listening to their exchange, I spoke up.

Mitsuki: "I'm sure that simply judging someone isn't the answer."

Scenes of persecution and discrimination that I've witnessed flash through my mind.

I remember the kids whose lives were cut short just for being dhampirs—Miguel and Mireia, stuck in the slums, and Galileo, who got labeled a heretic.

I've seen the horror of judging based on race, ideology, biased information, and limited perspectives.

(I've pursued the truth with my own eyes since meeting Galileo.)

(I won't repeat the same mistakes from the past to stop the cycle of negativity.)

Mitsuki: "We mustn't turn away from the truths that Galileo and the dhampirs have experienced."

Mitsuki: "I want to embrace both anger and hatred and think together about the future of this world—regardless of the country, era, or race we come from."

Drake: "Mitsuki..."

(It'd be great if we could all be a bridge to everyone, just like Galileo wanted.)

(So, please live, Galileo.)

(This world may have made you despair many times, but there is surely a future where you will smile again. I will definitely find it for you.)

I want you to live. I want you to be happy.

I want to make you happy.

As I held on to these thoughts, the long night began to break.

Comte: "Regardless of the country, era, or race we come from, huh?"

Vlad: "Those were Mitsuki's words just now."

As the sun began to rise, Vlad and Comte exchanged words in front of the door that led to all beginnings, the one that guided the historical figures and Mitsuki.

Comte: "Hey, Vlad. We've crossed time through this door and resurrected historical men as vampires."

Comte: "I've started questioning our actions since the door began to warp. However, after hearing Mitsuki's words, it felt like continuing to walk even through this distorted fate would connect us to the future."

Vlad: "Yeah. And, beyond the differences in races, we will walk together."

Vlad: "Even if the idea of living forever goes against the principles of the world, everyone is still living in this world."

Galileo's condition repeatedly fluctuated, and he gradually began to stabilize.

However, no matter how much we tried, he didn't wake up, and many mornings and nights had passed.

Mitsuki: "Galileo, I'll place these blanc flowers here."

I placed the flowers in a vase on the table.

Right now, Galileo is sleeping in his room at the hideout.

------------Flashback-----------

Comte: "You want to take Galileo back to his home?"

Mitsuki: "Yes. He has a precious garden there."

Mitsuki: "It might be just a comfort, but I want to at least let him be close to it."

Comte: "I see. I understand. Maybe it'll have a good effect."

Comte: "I'll make preparations right away."

---------Flashback Ends--------

With Comte's arrangement, I continued to take care of Galileo at the hideout.

(Maybe the dhampirs can help him wake up through his dreams.)

I know it was a baseless and faint hope, but I was ready to believe in anything if there was even a small chance.

Mitsuki: "Do you remember? When I had a fever, you took care of me. Hehe, now it's the other way around."

Mitsuki: "Back then, your presence made me feel less anxious."

Even though I spoke to him and smiled, there was no response.

(If he were awake, I wonder how he would react.)

(He'd probably say 'I see' or something equally indifferent.)

Remembering his calm demeanor made me miss him, and a sense of sadness welled up.

After tidying up Galileo's stuff, I left the room.

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

In the living room, I noticed some unfamiliar luggage.

As I pondered what was happening, Draco suddenly flew in and placed his toy on top of the luggage.

Mitsuki: "Is this your luggage?"

Draco: "Captain! Sail! Captain! Sail!"

Mitsuki: "Huh? Sail?"

Drake: "You're a bit too early, Draco."

Turning around, I saw Drake smiling broadly.

Mitsuki: "Drake, you're leaving?"

Drake: "I was thinking of going on a journey after Galileo wakes up."

Mitsuki: "Where are you planning to go on this journey?"

Drake: "Hmm, where to? I haven't decided yet, so I don't know."

Drake: "But a journey without a destination can also be fun, yeah?"

His ambiguous response gave me a bad feeling.

(Could it be?)

Mitsuki: "Drake, are you planning on not coming back?"

He showed a thoughtful expression, then looked around the room as if to take it all in.

Drake: "Who knows? But I no longer have a reason to be here."

Drake: "I still think this world should be destroyed, but I don't have any reliable means to make that happen now."

Drake: "Whether I find a new way or not, I'm better off wandering in the sea."

Mitsuki: "But what about Galileo?"

Drake: "He has you."

He looked me straight in the eyes.

Drake: "You really are the woman of destiny, Mitsuki."

Drake: "In the end, you saved Galileo's life. No, you saved our lives."

Drake: "You changed the disastrous fate we were destined to follow."

Mitsuki: "But I hindered the paths you both were taking."

Galileo and Drake had joined hands because of their despair. You could say I hindered their wish.

Mitsuki: "Do you hate me?"

Drake: "No way."

He shrugged his shoulders as he said these words.

Drake: "I knew he was carrying too many burdens, but I chose not to interfere."

Drake: "No matter how heavy they were, he would never put them down. It was his reason for living."

(His reason for living? That might be true.)

The many regrets that were too heavy to bear but impossible to let go were keeping Galileo alive.

Drake: "But if there's someone like you who understands everything and is willing to accept even his desire for destruction, then he might be able to gradually let it go."

Drake: "You've constantly clashed with Galileo's stubborn heart without giving up."

Drake: "You brought him back when he was about to get lost. Thank you, little fawn."

Mitsuki: "Drake..."

I wasn't sure if it was the joy of hearing those words or the sadness of the sudden farewell, but my eyes started to well up.

Drake: "Oh, by the way, I've got a stash of gold and silver hidden somewhere here. Feel free to use it if you find them. My parting gift for you."

Mitsuki: "Hey, Drake..."

Drake: "And Galileo will wake up soon! It's just a hunch, but even a bit of hope is better, right?"

Mitsuki: "Come on, listen. Galileo needs you."

Mitsuki: "You were the only comrade he saved, a companion who shared the same hopes and dreams."

Drake: "......."

My persistent words are met with a determined silence.

Mitsuki: "But still, if you're really going to leave, then be sure to come back someday. Galileo and I will be waiting for you."

When I conveyed my heartfelt wish, he gently patted my head.

Drake: "Well, if I feel like it."

Drake laughed like he didn't have a worry in the world.

It was a bright, sunny day with a clear blue sky.

Mitsuki: "It's a nice day today, Galileo. Look, the midday moon is out."

Sidereus: "Woof!"

I visited his room and opened the window.

Sidereus, who had followed me, sniffed the gentle breeze, while Galileo's silvery hair swayed and shimmered faintly in the wind.

However, his eyelashes didn't flutter at all.

(How long has it been since I've seen Galileo's eyes?)

A dark shadow started to fall over my heart, but I shook it off.

Mitsuki: "Maybe I'll do some cleaning. Though it's already tidy and clean."

I gave Sidereus a treat and sent him to another room, then started to clean.

While dusting off the desk, I accidentally knocked over the flower vase.

Mitsuki: "Crap!"

The spilled water trickled down to the drawer, so I opened it to check if any had gotten inside.

Mitsuki: "Yeah, it's wet. Huh?"

I noticed an old, folded paper crane stored inside.

Mitsuki: "This origami crane..."

It was a plain origami crane folded from white paper with no distinguishing features.

But the moment I held it, distant memories came rushing back like twinkling stars.

------------Flashback-----------

Galileo: "Are you okay?"

Mitsuki: "I-I'm okay."

Galileo: "Ah, at last I—"

Hearing the gentle voice from above, I lifted my head.

Galileo: "Have I managed to save someone?"

---------Flashback Ends--------

Mitsuki: "No way."

The warmth of his embrace, the paper crane I offered to express my gratitude, and the beautiful eyes from my memories, now overlapped with his amethyst eyes.

(Was he the one who saved me when I was a kid?)

Mitsuki: "Could it be..."

Recalling the last words we exchanged, I looked back at him sleeping.

(Did he know?)

Did he know that we had met long ago?

Did he know that he saved me back then?

This miraculous fate brought us together once more across time.

Mitsuki: "It's unfair that you kept it a secret all this time."

How should I express this feeling?

How should I tell him that these precious feelings born within me were all directed towards him?

Mitsuki: "Galileo."

I knelt beside the bed and held his hand.

Mitsuki: "Please wake up, Galileo."

Mitsuki: "I have so many things I want to ask you and talk about."

Through my blurring tears, his profile looked pale, and the hand I brushed against my cheek felt cold.

At that moment, as I fervently wished for his awakening, his fingertips moved slightly.

Mitsuki: "Galileo!!"

Previous Part ╎ Romantic ╎ Dramatic

[theunholyrogue]

the guys find out you have a mask k!nk (21+ minors dni!) bayverse turts! x reader

i have not fallen off the face of the earth! i have just FINALLY found the time to write after my classes ended for summer and even though it’s not something i’d normally write, i think it’s… fitting. :) ~ + it’s not because i’m also obsessed with ghost and konig from cod haha what

⚠️: mature themes; minors dni, mentions of an obvious mask kink, sexual innuendos, the devils tango doesn’t happen here sorry guys :( #notactuallysorry, characters are all of adult age (18+)

💙Leonardo💙

You and Leonardo had always been straightforward and open, from the moment the two of you became acquaintances, to best friends, to now partners. You both felt that communication was key— a key that was necessary to keeping your relationship alive and full of excitement as well as respect (along with the other vital roles!) So, when the time came that both of you were comfortable and ready to go all the way with one another, you both had a conversation about what you were both into, not cool with, possibilities, etcs, and that was that.

Except one thing.

You had been embarrassed to admit to a certain turn-on due to the fact that you didn’t think that Leo would understand.

Masks.

He wore one everyday, how he possibly understand?

The thought drove you insane until one night, when the two of you were getting freaky and Leonardo started to undo his mask, you boldly piped up.

“Leave the mask on.”

He stared at you, almost in bewilderment before his lips twitched into a smirk. He was onto you.

He didn’t question you on it right then— oh how dare he kill the mood! No, he waited until the two of you had gone four rounds and laid next to each other, panting.

You curled up into his side and he now draped his arm over you before opening his mouth.

“Again?”

“No.”

“Alright….”

Silence.

“A mask kink, huh?”

“Shut up!”

“All I’m saying is, I could’ve gotten so much more by leaving it on than by taking it off this entire time and you didn’t tell me!”

❤️Raphael❤️

It was summertime and you had managed to be able to snag a couple of nights off to be able to spend some time with your lovely partner, Raphael.

You two had been dating roughly after the technodrome and Kraang paid a visit to NYC, and not much longer after that is when you two started going at it ya freaks. You were both secure in the relationship, both had a healthy intimate life with one another and with yourselves if times were tough.

You being you, you had an unhealthy habit of not clearing your search history after naughty content, and will tend to forget about it until you need to search something on your phone— which isn’t that common with Donnie around.

So, whilst in the midst of spending one of your summertime eves with Raphael in the confinement of your apartment, you get up to go to the bathroom while he is watching a TV show on the television in front of you two. Confused by what the show had just ended on, he thought he had grabbed his phone to search the show for answers and whenever he pulled the browser up, his gaze was met of that which contained mask kink galore.

Raphael set your phone down, the website still pulled up as you hummed your way back into the room and once your eyes met the screen and then his, all he did was smirk and pat his lap.

“You got some ‘splainin’ to do.”

💜Donatello💜

You had always found it weird that you thought masks were such a sweet spot for you. You didn’t think that it could be considered a kink to like masks in the bedroom, or that the whole idea of kinks had just never been properly explained to you, so the conversations about them always made you feel awkward.

It took you a while to truly feel okay with just learning what you think you would like as far as kinks go, and once you found out that masks were a kink that others had, you felt a little less weird about the whole situation.

Not to mention that whenever you and Donnie started dating, you couldn’t help but imagine all the things he could do to you, simply because of the purple friggin mask on his face~. He never noticed how zoned out you would get around him until he had to draw you out of it.

Whenever he did find out was the time that the two of you finally decided to do the deed. He had felt like you wanted him to take his mask off, ironically, until you stopped him and asked him to keep it on. He didn’t think anything of it, but you overthought your request and had to explain it to him a few times that night that you felt like you were attracted to masks and needed a little bit a reassurance, which the turtle was very happy to give.

After finding that tidbit out, he was more than happy to surprise you every now and again with different masks to spice things up in the bedroom when he felt like his purple eye mask was getting too boring. (which it never was but-)

🧡Michelangelo🧡

You were not subtle in letting Mikey know that you had a mask kink.

You didn’t even know you had a mask kink.

The mask kink let you know that it had you.

Anywho, let me tell you the story.

Mikey was bragging about getting his hands on the newest copy of COD: MWII and had been playing it ever since he had gotten it.

You had been laying behind him watching tiktok during the time that everybody and their mother’s were falling head over heels for Ghost, König, or both, and making edits of them.

You had fallen into this trap and of course with your partner playing the exact game… you made him restart so that you could see Ghost in ALL of his glory.

Mask and ALL.

You had never once paid so much attention to a mask before until this very moment and made it known to Mikey that you really liked Ghost’s mask, and then you turned to Mikey.

Low and behold, he’s wearing a mask.

And goddamn you are turned on.

“Mikey, turn the game off.”

“But! I just restarted!”

“I said turn it off!”

“Okay!!!”

Mikay could not have been any less prepared for that evening than he was.

Mikey’s sucks I’m sorry—