#and Mikey could go in a lot of directions honestly

[thankchaosforspellcheck]

I love a lot of things about rottmnt, but one of my favorites is the (based on various fics & aus I've seen) generally agreed on fact that if these guys were raised even slightly differently (or were just in the right circumstances for it) they would 100% become full comic book supervillains, no brainwashing or blackmailing required.

[missyandthemisfits]

Thinking about the toman guys (and anyone else) with a reader who is naturally pretty/beautiful. Looks like a literal angel but they’re mischievous af. Like they never get caught because they look so innocent. Like how could their little angel ever beat up some girl who tried flirting with them? Like literally brat. Petty af and instigators. Lmao

A/N as a demon in disguise myself 🫣 non-chan I am VERY happy you sent this! 

Sweet Angel

Mikey's eyes widened a bit at meeting Angel girl, but then he smiles and approached her with relative ease, telling her outright how beautiful she is - some girls are intimidated by the invincible Mikey but strangely enough, Angel is not, giving him an angelic smile. It's a little blinding. Everything from her movements, to the way she interacted was just ethereal to him and he could literally just sit and watch her operate for hours. He's pretty quick to ask her out honestly. Thinks the dynamic is a little wild until he hears about Y/N one day from some girls passing by on the street, one a lot worse off than the other, both teary eyed and clearly frustrated. He stops and questions them and they hesitate, looking over their shoulders before their faces scrunch up. They don't explain much only that they "Really shouldn't be talking to him" and ran off, prompting more questions. On his way to fetch Angel he thinks he's got it pieced together.

"Y/N. Those girls from the other day, did you-,"Mikey almost misses the smirk but it's gone as he does a double take. She finally turns to him but there's something alot less sweet in her cherry smile. 

"Hmm? Not sure what you might be referring to, Mikey-kun!" 

And things get alot more interesting for him, truly all about it his wicked Angel.  •

Draken was a pretty straightforward kind of guy, someone who would tell you if something was right or wrong, someone who would chastise you for taking things further than they probably should have gone - it was for this reason that Angel decided to keep him out of the loop on this particular occasion. He was almost taken aback by how pretty this Angel was but had a sneaking suspicion there was more to her than what she presented. He was right of course and this suspicions were confirmed when instead of "getting upset" about the girls flirting with the taller boy as if she wasn't there, she kept a smile on, going as far as grabbing the girls hands and pulling them along with her. The girls never came back but Y/N looked much more relieved somehow.

"Friends of yours?" 

"Not at all." She smiles but her tone was as direct as ever, "Ou, there's an ice cream stand over there! Can we get some please??" 

She pouted and he relented, silently sweating when he caught the sight of her bloodied knuckles, dainty hands placed almost stealthily into her sweat pockets. 

He worries a lot more that he lets on about the Demon-like Angel, but she knows that already.

•

Mitsuya is loaded with patience and understanding, kindness and warmth really not that common within his circle of friends and acquaintances. He takes notice of her beauty instantly, but is coy about it, not wanting to scare the (seemingly) innocent girl off - he was technically a delinquent after all. He enjoys getting to know her; her kindness, her sweet nature, her ability to nurture those around her - but even after they started dating, there was this gut feeling, something he can't quite put his finger on about her, something important he feels is a missing piece of the puzzle that is Y/N. He's working on some sketches for a new design he's been playing with the idea of when a couple very eager girls approach him. It wasn't uncommon for some of his classmates or even some of the younger girls to try and worm their way into his life on a very... personal level, but he was always quick to shut it down, politely of course. These two underclassmen hadn't quite got that message though- Y/N wrapped her arms around his middle, eye contact never once breaking with the girls, stern as she said "He's spoken for." They're so intimidated they drop a few papers on their way to the door, of which Angel is happy to return, arms around the girls followed by a hushed tone.

"The next time you lot decide to try and take something that doesn't belong to you, I won't be so nice. Understood?" Had he heard that correctly? 

Y/N is starry eyed and playful as she heads back over and he raises a brow. 

"Should I be worried...?" She shakes her head, placing butterfly kisses on his fingertips.

"Just girl talk~"

Part of him is really flattered someone so pretty would be so possessive over him, the other part is a little worried about the other girls. 

Angel is full of surprises. 

•

Hakkai was a hard sell, awkward and uncomfortably shy, especially around the effervescent Angel - who was he to even speak to someone so gorgeous? To look at her? But after many attempts on Angels part at breaking the ice, and many more swift kicks from his beloved older sister, there was a breakthrough and a relationship was born not long after the friendship was finally established. He was so very sweet, so gentle - when he actually got the nerve to touch her, that is. He was always so hesitant about it, never wanting to cause her any sort of harm. There were times other girls approached him, random ones - and though it was rude, he didn't really interact with them at all, their poking and prodding in vain. Y/N had of course taken it upon herself to handle the situation, unknowingly. He'd heard various rumors about his Angel; A true Demon in disguise but it was nothing he could vouch for, not having seen it personally. He chalked it up to bullshit and hearsay, nothing more - a pack of petty jealous strangers. And why would she ever trouble her sweet boyfriend with the goings on of a few wayward girls? He had enough to worry about. 

Ignorance is bliss as they say, and his Angel made him incredibly happy - that's all that mattered. 

•

Baji had only really had 2 crushes in the entirety of his life; one in primary school and one in middle school - neither of which he confessed to. Those crushes were nothing compared to the intense feeling in his chest at just the sight of Y/N, an Angel among men. It was downright embarrassing and he kicked himself out of his daze, forced his breathing to settle, and ignored the fluttering in his stomach when she approached him all smiles. 

"Keisuke Baji, right? I've heard a lot about you - you're cuter than they say. Wanna go out sometime?" 

And just like that, they were an item, a power couple if you will. Truthfully, any response even hinting at him focusing on school died on his tongue, just so taken by her beauty and her boldness. He was doomed from the start. His arm is around her waist so much there are people who actually think it might be glued there - nope he's just very into showing her off. That said, there exist girls/women who would try to take those who are already taken, not very smart on their part... one of his subordinates rounds the corner, sprinting to Baji and saying something along the lines of "Someone is fighting Y/N" his mind goes almost blank as he pushes past him only to come to his girl's side and realize there's nothing to see. Her hands are behind her back, all smiles, as the girls in question scurry off, prominent bruises. He's got questions but he doesn't know if she's gonna give any answers. 

Still, he'd be lying if he said it didn't make Angel that much hotter. 

•

Chifuyu for all intents and purposes is very much a dork - and most are aware of that even when he tries his best to be this hard, cool delinquent. He thinks he's gotta be that guy to have even half a chance with the ladies so when an Angel approaches him in a manga shop, he's thrown completely off guard. She's probably the most beautiful girl he's ever seen and he's sweating instantly. Luckily for him, she seems to have a dorky side herself, smiling as she rants about the latest issue of [manga name]. The fact that she's into similar things makes it much easier for him to warm up and before he knows it, he's confessing unexpectedly. He doesn't even have time to stress about the outburst because there's an immediate 'yes' to his ask and he actually goes 'really?'. Thinks he's the luckiest dude to ever live with Y/N on his arm and still can't quite fathom why him, but he tries his absolute best to make her happy, and he really does. He's so entranced by her, grinning like a fool while taking in her beauty, doesn't even notice the lingering touch of another girl, desperate for his attention while she thanks him for his purchase. If looks could kill, Angel might be behind bars, but Chifuyu is somehow none the wiser, even after the rumors start springing up. He might get around to asking about them...one day.

But for now, he really couldn't care less if Angel had beat that girl up or not, somehow writing it off completely. 

•

Nahoya was confident, even when he wasn't - and most people steered clear of the excitable twin, knowing better than to get involved with someone so clearly dangerous. Y/N was not those people. She approached out of the blue one day, completely in awe of the motorcycles parked outside of her parent's bakery/home. He gave her his signature grin, cool despite the heat in his cheeks at her proximity. She was definitely flirting with the older twin - and to no one's surprise, he flirted back. He was almost intimidated by her beauty, her Angel face, but he was never one to back down from a challenge. To his surprise, getting the girl was far less challenging than he thought initially - she was just as into him as he was into her. A total bragger, he purposely shows her off constantly, a lazy arm draped around her middle, fingertips dangerously low on her hips - always testing the boundaries. His Angel does mind it one bit. What she does mind is the fact that every now and then, he entertains the flirting of another, not accepting any advances but not really shooing them away either. It's rather annoying, honestly... He's a little surprised to hear of the hearsay that starts to circulate, the news that Y/N would beat the breaks off anyone who thought they might stand a chance with her Smiley. Curious, he tests this and gets his answers - very amusing answers that he asks her about playfully. 

"Huh? Me? Well I would certainly never hit anyone who didn't absolutely deserve it, but beating people up for no reason is just mean!" She's got this cutesy look on her face but he recognizes that mischievous glint all too well, but he only laughs with a nonchalant 'Sure,sure.' 

He loves that his Angel fights for him, even if it's in secret - because God knows he does the same for her.

•

Souya looks as though he truly belongs in a gang, angry facial expressions giving 'fuck off' without actually having to say anything at all. Any conversation with him though, even one in passing, let's people know otherwise - he was very polite and very kind, though also very reserved. He wasn't exactly shy but the case of Angel was very different for him. He found himself wholly intimidated by her beauty alone, so to find she was also very sweet and loving? It made him something of a wreck internally. He was thrown off balance completely by how nice and friendly she was with him, even at the start. She would always ask for his opinion on things, gift him small things like cellphone straps and keychains, and even go out of her way to greet him and rope him into conversations. He hadn't experienced anything like it before so of course he developed feelings. But alas, pretty girls didn't go for boys like him - or so he had convinced himself. Takes him a full minute to process this Godsent being had just asked HIM out. Nearly shuts down. But sweet Y/N quite literally holds his hand through it - though that doesn't really help steady his heart rate...like at all. He fawns over his Angel like no other, really truly spoiling her with food and gifts galore. He's so very attentive and cuddly (once he gets passed the initial embarrassment) it's honestly the cutest thing. Y/N honestly hadn't expected anyone to flirt with Angry, his expression more than enough to ward people off...but they did. Poor boy doesn't even realize it's happening. He thanks the random girl for the napkins and innocently asks why there's a number on them - Angel isn’t having it. Souya asks about the rumors only after seeing the cuts and bruises on her knuckles, tentatively placing bandaids on her delicate fingers. 

"I only wanted to make sure she knew you were already seeing someone, that's all..." She pouts teary eyed and he's putty in her scrapped hands, assuring her that it was fine and just to be more careful, very flattered by the entire ordeal.

He's so sweet on this Angelic Creature that he absolutely won't do anything about it, but he will encourage a healthier way of expressing her discomfort.

•

Kazutora is a bit of a flirt when he wants to be, but can flip it off just as quickly as he turned it on if he’s no longer interested or just plain bored. It scratches the itch of wanting to be wanted while keeping people at a comfortable distance. Yea, all of that is thrown out the window when he meets a real life Angel in Y/N. He’s great a reading people and can tell when they’re being nice as some fake gesture or show - this beauty is free from all that, which is fairly rare itself. But she takes it a step further, going out of her way to be extra kind to him, through words and actions, somehow giving him a reason to believe in humanity again. It’s actually pretty jarring for him. So much so he takes a step back for a moment or two, only to realize he’s already kind of hooked on her affection and attention (Being starved for affection will do that). Can’t keep his eyes off her, the thoughts of her at bay, and after weeks of deliberation, he confesses and she knows then he’s sort of fighting himself on that. But as always, she’s peachy when she grabs his hand carefully, continuing to the train station. Their first date is somewhere completely unserious like an amusement park or fair. He’s well aware that the girl at the ticket booth is flirting but he just completely ignores it, almost snatching the tickets for extra convincing. She takes the hint but just the audacity - Angel waits for her after work with more than a few words while Kazutora makes his way to a nearby restroom. He’s out just in time to see Y/N waving off a clearly terrified young woman. He puts it together fairly quickly and finds it hysterical.

He’s truly thankful for his Angel, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna tease her about it every now and then. 

•

Taiju is a man who knows exactly what he wants and what he wanted was Y/N. A Godly man, he’s got a thing for good girls - obedient girls you could say. Is actively working on himself as a person/businessman when Angel falls out of the sky – or in this case, stumbles back into his strong arms. He’s pretty surprised but he blinks as Angel apologizes. He assures the beauty that he’s fine and then asks if she’s alright. He’s almost in awe at how unreal she seems, how delicate her features, how sweet her smile. He’s staring with those intimidating eyes and all she does is smile, saying something along the lines of “You sure you’re okay? I can make it up to you if you let me take you out.” He’s got some pretty old-school ways about him so he firmly believes that the MAN should ask the WOMAN out (whatever), but how could he not forgive such beautiful bravery? He was delighted to find this Angel, Y/N, was just as sweet inwardly as she was outwardly. She would give without asking, care without expectation, and it pushed him want to give everything to her, his soul included. Believe it or not, Taiju had received many confessions over the years and although before Y/N he couldn’t care less about any of them, he still turned them down as gently as possible. That said, Angel wasn’t having any of that. Y/N was actually rather impatient at times, waiting right good until Taiju had turned his back before kicking the random stranger in her shin, smile still intact. There was a small yelp but the oldest Shiba only spared a parting glance as his Angel latched her beautiful self onto his arm once more.

Whatever damage his Angel caused was of no consequence to him, for everything she did was for his sake.

[drabbles-mc]

It'll Get Done (Pt. 2)

Richie Jerimovich & F!Reader

Carmy Berzatto & F!Reader

Find Part 1 Here

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, canon-typical vibes

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: My writer's block has been brutal lately because of lift things, which is deeply unfortunate because I wanted to NaNo this month. But! I did write this for these guys. I just want to put them in rooms and let them talk to each other forever.

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Richie didn’t make it back before the end of the day. You only noticed because the kitchen was a little quieter. Not quiet, of course, but quieter. There was one less person that Carmy was yelling at and arguing with. It was amazing how much it cut down on the noise level.

Every now and then as Carmy raced back and forth between the front and the back of the house, you could feel him lingering behind you. The kid exuded stress in a way that you didn’t know was possible. You understood why, because most people if they were thrown into his position would’ve jumped off the sinking ship rather than trying to scoop the water out with a soup ladle, but sometimes you still felt like you should strap him to the chair in the office and force-feed him some of Richie’s Xanax.

You empathized with him. Or you empathized with him at least more than Richie did, which was a low bar these days. But despite the compassion you were dredging up to give him, there were still plenty of times when you felt him standing behind him and all you wanted to do was spin back around to him and ask him what his fucking deal was. It was easier to refrain from doing that on days when Richie was there because he would say it for you.

Carmy came all but skidding back through the kitchen towards the register, going back and forth between muttering and shouting, “Behind,” as he made his way through.

“Calm down, Jeff,” Tina said with a laugh as she went to take her pot off the stove.

You felt your jaw clench on Carmy’s behalf. Tina was knowledgeable about a lot of things and one of those things was, most definitely, how to get under Carmy’s skin. It wasn’t a difficult code to crack but there were so few people in the world who could do it with such expert precision. Her and Richie were two peas in a pod that way.

“It’d be easier for me to calm down, Tina,” Carmy snapped as he kept walking, “if we were able to pay our goddamn vendors!”

She was shaking her head at him—you caught it out of the corner of your eye. But you also noticed that she didn’t say anything more about it. Content to go back and lie in wait for something else to pop up that she could nettle him about. The end of the day might’ve been approaching quickly but you had the feeling in the pit of your stomach that she would be able to find something else before she clocked out without having to work too hard.

When Carmy came back into the kitchen a little while later, he was walking at a much slower pace than he had been before. You were sure that some of that had to do with the fact that the last of the customers had left, and presumably whatever vendor that had showed up looking for money had also left.

He looked on as everyone slowly but surely worked through their cleanup processes. He wasn’t looking at you, but you still asked him, “All good?”

His head snapped in your direction. “What?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out of you. It wasn’t funny per se, but if you didn’t laugh about it you’d end up crying. “What can I help you with, Carmen?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. N-nothing. No one can help me with,” he let out a huff, raking his hands through his hair, “fuckin’ anything.”

“Little dramatic,” you replied honestly, sarcastic but kind, “but alright.”

It got a weak chuckle out of him. “You know what the fuck was going on in Mikey’s head with all that shit?” he asked as he gestured to the office.

You didn’t have to turn and look where he was pointing to know how bad the mess was. You’d seen it while Mikey was making the mess. You’d been seeing it as Carmy made almost no headway in cleaning any of it up. You didn’t blame him for that. If you’d been in his position, you wouldn’t have any idea where to start either.

“Thank fuckin’ god no,” you finally answered him.

He pressed his lips into a thin line for a second as he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah that seems to be…yeah.”

“You should—”

“You can head out, Chef,” Carmy cut you off, and you didn’t know if he even realized that he’d done it. “I’ll finish cleaning up.”

You shook your head. “I can clean up my shit.”

He motioned for you to leave. “It’s fine. I got it.”

“Carm…”

“Seriously,” he reiterated. “Go.”

You looked at him for a moment, and that’s when you could see it in his eyes, the silent plea to just let him have some time to himself. You knew that feeling—it was the whole reason you’d shown up as early as you had that morning in the first place anyway. You knew better than to tell him that he should leave. He wasn’t going to and all it was going to do was turn into an argument. You didn’t need another one of those.

“Fine,” you said with a nod. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You ditched your apron and switched back into your casual shoes, stuffing everything else into your locker while you grabbed your bag and your jacket. Neither you nor Carmy spared each other another goodbye, or any other words in general as you headed out.

There was no point in getting your car keys out of your bag, not when the bar you went to with Richie all the time was within walking distance. The couple blocks felt way longer when it was cold out, but it wasn’t that bad yet.

The bartender recognized you when you walked in, giving you a smile and a nod as he moved to start pulling your drink together before you even sat down. He waited for you to get situated before asking, “Flying solo tonight?”

You laughed as you pulled your phone out of your bag. “That’s an excellent question. Let me call—” The rest of the sentence died on your tongue when the door to the bar flung open and Richie strode through. You instantly let it drop right back into your bag, eyes fixed on Richie even though you were talking to the bartender. “I’m not flying solo tonight, no.”

“Can’t believe you came over here without me!” Richie said as he walked over to you.

“Yeah, well,” you looked up at him from the stool you were sitting on as he clapped his hands down on your shoulders, “least I ordered you a drink.”

He laughed, leaning more onto you. His tone shifted completely as he spoke. “Have I ever told you that I love you?”

You rolled your eyes. “You can always tell me again.”

He kissed the side of your head. “I love you.”

“Damn right,” you said with a nod as Richie plopped down on the seat next to you. You waited until he was comfortable in his seat, leaning forward with his arms braced against the edge of the bar with his breathing evened out, before you tried to have anything resembling a real conversation. “Where the hell did you go all day?”

“What do you mean?”

“You expect me to believe that it was guys and places all day?” You were only bringing it up because, much to Carmy’s dismay, Richie usually was at the restaurant all day every day the place was open. He’d pop in and out briefly for whatever errands he assigned himself, but other than that he was present and accounted for. Being gone all day was noticeable, at least to you if no one else.

It was written all over his face that he was thinking about not elaborating. You saw the shifts in his expression as he tried to come up with a joke, or a lie, or anything besides getting into the reality of it all. But then when he looked you in the eyes again, all he could do was be honest with you. “Tiff called. Had to go pick Eva up from school.”

You nodded. “Got it.” You paused. “Wanna talk about it or—”

“No, no,” he laughed, shifting back into his usual demeanor. “We’re not doing that. You don’t get to do that.”

You let out a confused laugh. “I don’t get to do what?”

“You don’t get to try and use Eva to get out of telling me what the fuck your dumbass boyfriend did!” He paused as the bartender set both your drinks down, taking a moment to thank him before shifting his attention right back to you. “You first.”

You huffed, wishing that you could get out of it again. Even with things that were much lower-stakes, there was only so long that you could dodge Richie and his endless line of questions. You took a long sip of your drink as you tried to figure out what you wanted to say, how you wanted to try and say it. There was no way that you could tell the story that would end with him being anything but pissed off about the entire situation. You couldn’t blame him for that, either. After all, you were still pretty pissed off about it yourself.

“It’s nothing new,” you said, a cop-out you knew that he wasn’t going to accept.

He shook his head, looking down at the glass in his hands before looking at you again. “Tell me the old news, then.”

“I’m done being angry about it, Richie.”

“I’m not,” he replied with no hesitation.

It got you to laugh, at least. “That’s because you’re never done being angry about anything.”

He waited for you to look at him. “You’re really not gonna tell me what he did?” He paused, and when you didn’t say anything, he added on, “That bad?”

You shook your head, drumming your fingers on the outside of your glass. “That pointless.”

“Ah,” he waved you off with that same smirk you’d seen from him so often over the years, “another drink or two and I won’t be able to get you to stop talking shit about him.” He missed the look on your face as he looked back down at his drink and shook his head. “Fuckin’ jagoff.”

You chuckled, nodding. “Yeah—that we can agree on at least.”

“Speaking of which,” he gestured towards the door of the bar, “how was the fuckin’ executive toddler chef the rest of the day?”

You smiled, rolling your eyes. “An absolute gem once you walked out the door.”

For a split second you could see it on his face that he almost believed you. Then he smartened up and gave you a playful bump against your shoulder with his own. “Fuck you.”

[jadetheblueartist]

I LOVE YOUR MONA VERY MUCH I MUST KNOW MORE.

Questionssssss

How did she become a nexus champion? Did she just sign up for fun or anything else? (Also love the fact it’s like pro sports for her)

What’s her relationship with everyone once she gets to know them?

What species is she? (I think I might know the species but I don’t know the name)

If you’ve come up with any lore for her, do tell :>

+ any fun facts?

(No need to answer any/all of these!)

I am very intrigued and have more random questions I can ask if you so desire :D

OH ALSO HER CHARACTER DESIGN IS JUST SO COOL. HER NEXUS OUTFIT AND CASUAL ARE AWESOMEEEEEE

IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE HER EEEEEE I HOPE I CAN GIVE YOU GOOD ANSWERS (also while I designed her specifically for the shark au I might just say shed be the same in my regular universe headcanon so like it all applies across aus I guess hahaha who knows she and frida might even be friends honestly)

-So something I learned when browsing through the twitter q and a’s is that there are hidden cities at every big city around the world, but they aren’t all underground. They didn’t go into it but they’re all hidden in different ways. Idk where specifically but Mona is from a different city and one of their sports is gladiatorial fighting and she was very good. So she decided to move to New York and go pro. Right now she’s getting free housing and food from the Hotel plus other benefits as she does fights at the Nexus. She thinks of Big Mama as just a sorta weird boss, but overall okay. She doesn’t know that Mama is just playing her and would not let her leave easily if she ever tried but she’ll find that out eventually.

-Well for starters, she and Raph start dating pretty soon due to the boys (minus Leo) setting them up. As a couple, they’re very sporty/ lovey-dovey power couple. They equally like doing active competitive stuff as well as watching movies together. They’re pretty similar while Mona is a little more strategic and thoughtful where Raph isn’t, and Raph is more understanding and caring where Mona isn’t. Teehee I love em

She and Donnie are chill. He takes it upon himself at first to be the stern “you better not break my son’s brother’s heart” (even though he did the majority of the work to set them up, he’s just dramatic) then he’s sort of a wingman for them both to each other? Like he thinks of himself as a bit of an expert at the science of love and they let him have his fun. Mona’s sense of humor is light bullying, so once Donnie gets over his wingman phase they just go back and forth with the most unserious insults whenever they see each other. Like casual name calling as greeting (“Hey, Forehead.” “Greetings, Bearded Lady.” Idk something like that I’m not creative)

She and Mikey are good buds. He third wheels a lot so they get to know each other pretty well. Mona is an eldest child so she’s used to having that little sibling presence and they bounce off of each other well. It’s sort of a “Mona jokingly challenges that he can do something and after a bunch of shenanigans they prove he can do the thing.”

She and Leo were kind of iffy at first. Leo finds love disgusting so when Donnie and Mike were trying to set up Raph, Leo was standing to the side making remarks and giving reasons why Mona wouldn’t be a good fit for Raph (she was trying to steal his color). Once he accepted that she was gonna be around and was more relaxed about her, they started having fun. She’s used to be a Jupiter Jim fan but hadn’t watched it in a while so Leo was more than happy to infodump at her and drag her into an intense movie marathon. They would also do the light bullying thing but also they team up and direct it at Donnie.

Splinter’s happy his sons are integrating in some way with other yokai. But the fact that one of his boys has a girlfriend? Now that’s all he could hope for. He’s very nice and chill towards her and is more of an accidentally embarrassing dad to Raph. They try not to bring up her current employment around him tho…

April is grateful to have another girl around. They both are pretty passionate people so they do fun stuff together. Mona’s pretty down for all the adventures and weird stuff involved so they go adventure together, probably to witch town specifically (with a disguise for April and leaving Don at home).

She a bearded dragon yokai and also lava so whatever the mix of those two is

As for lore and fun facts all that I have probably got covered up there hahaha

Feel free to ask the more random questions ^^ helps flesh out her character when I have to come up with answers to questions

THANK YOUUUUUU IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE OT I WAS KINDA SCARED TO DO THE ARMOR BUT I THINK IT TURNED OUT CHILL

Oh actually fun fact her little brother is Mondo

[melancholysway]

Hi babe! If you’re doing requests at the moment, I have a cool idea that I think you’d write perfectly! If not just ignore this lolz But I was wondering if you could do like a short-shot headcanon of each of the Bayverse turtles with an S/O that gives them like a hand-made gift she made for them? Maybe a piece of jewelry or a blanket or something and how they’d react to it :) Thank you <3

Hii!! <3 & YES, I LOVE- I also did this with Christmas in mind :)

I hope you enjoy this!

TMNT Bayverse Headcanons: Gift-Giving (Fem!Reader)

Leonardo

You use Raph to your advantage with your gift to Leo

Because you want to make him something that he’ll enjoy and something that’s very unique 

You really wanna make him something, but you aren’t sure where to start

You sulk around the Lair for a bit, until Raph comments on how your face looks like you're constipated, when in reality, you’re thinking hard of a gift for your boyfriend

“I wanna make him something,”

Raph just sits there minding his business as usual, until you get an idea

A rug for his room! It’s so painfully obvious 

You have approximately 25 days until christmas arrives, and if you work really hard, it’ll be done by then! 

After watching Raph (who later says you’re making him uncomfortable for staring too long,) you decide its best to knit it. It shouldn’t be that hard, right?

 Wrong, kind of 

It’s not difficult, it’s just very time consuming. 

You want it to have this cool kanji symbol in the middle that you think he’ll like, and you run it by Splinter to make sure it means what you think it means

And once it’s cleared, you spend so much time to make it.

I mean, A LOT of time. Something like this would be very sentimental for Leo!

And when it’s time to give it to him, you sit there with the baby blue box with a royal blue ribbon, excited to see his reaction

Leo isn’t as expressive as Mikey, so you don’t expect him to be jumping off the walls 

But as he starts unraveling it, talking about how “you didn’t have to get me anything,” he’s absolutely shocked when he opens it

It’s the neatly folded rug, with the large kanji symbol face front for him to see as soon as he takes the white tissue paper off of it

“Love”

It was a VERY hard symbol to knit, with all the different directions the stroke marks go in, but it came out amazing.

“I ddin’t get you it, I made you it,” you reply. His blue eyes look back at the symbol, and then at you, back at the symbol, then at you

It’s pretty funny

“What’s wrong? Did I mess up the kanji or-” “no.”

“It’s perfect. I love it.” 

HE LOVES IT!

He flashes you a genuine smile, bringing you into a hug and then breaking it off to kiss you, with a slew of ‘thank you’s’ that followed. Leo really appreciates this gift, but honestly, he appreciates little things. After all, he wasn’t grown up like a normal kid, things were scarce, and Master Splinter did what they could. Things were often handmade for him and his brothers, so this means a lot to him.

The fact that you made it yourself? And oh, it probably took so much time, too

He seriously cannot be more grateful. It’s a great christmas gift, especially coming from his S/O.

Raphael

Bayverse Raph is most definitely not materialistic. He genuinely enjoys time with you

He seriously doesn’t ask for much

Like at all

You had seen something that reminded you of him in a store that you seriously had to get for him

It happens to be something useful to him yet also very sweet

It’s a knitting loom!

They’re very easy to use and can make a seemingly difficult project become easy!

While Raph does like a challenge, sometimes he just wants to unwind and knit as his leisure, not wanting something hard to do- just vibes

But then, you think about it for a moment. You put it back on the shelf and just think. 

What if you made him his gift instead? 

As you leave the arts and crafts store and get back home, you create a “List of Things I can make my Boyfriend who’s a Mutant Turtle” list and get to it. You brainstorm ideas and some are decent. You want them to be good for his hobbies, but you can’t MAKE a bench press or make yarn come out your as-

You get the point

But then it hits you

He loves music, it’s something he’s always listening to while he’s working out or lounging around or 

Seriously anything this man does

So why not make him a playlist!

You already know what kind of music he likes, and spotify is his go to

You make him a playlist and when it’s done you just

Sit and wait for the 25th

December obviously

And when that day hits, you’re excited, you managed to get the Spotify code printed on a small pillow for him, so that when he scans it with his T-phone on spotify it’ll bring up the playlist!

It’s a unique gift, and when it’s time to exchange them with the guys in the Lair, you save Raph’s for last

You give him this little pillow to put off to the side as bedroom decor and he just

He’s so happy

He scrolls through after scanning it and he’s happy

You know him so well, you’ve gotten to know him so well. It’s perfect. 

“I’m usin’ it afta this,” Its HOURS long, a load of songs that he likes. A lot of workout songs, and a bunch for leisure activities. It’s something unique to him that you made, and the title of it followed by red as the photo cover of it made him equally as ecstatic 

Made with Love, Y/n.

Once everything gets cleaned up from all the gift unwrapping, he just kisses you hard ending it with a soft “Thank you, baby,”

Because, well, nobody has made him a fucking playlist before! It’s the coolest thing to him. That you know his music tastes to a T.

Not only that, but you had to have paid extra attention during conversations. He doesn’t outwardly reveal what he loves and hates like his other brothers, but you can pick up on it in conversation and his actions

How he always makes this face of disgust when he passes by Donnie’s lab and hears classical coming from the other side

Yeah, he has his likes and dislikes for certain genres

So it makes this present so much more meaningful to him- you’ve been listening, and picking up on the  little things ever since you two have started dating.

He loves it so much

And he loves you, too

Donatello

 Donnie is probably the hardest to get a gift for

He has…everything

And if he doesn’t, he can make it

Broken phone? Okay, give him a few and he’ll invent one thats 100x better than the standard Iphone

You wind up just observing your boyfriend for awhile, wondering what he’s wanting to have

You try and ask around- asking Raph mainly, since they were always the closer pair

“Ya got me, ion know what I’d even get ‘em.” Raph replies after you ask what you should get Donnie

But, you think about making something instead

After pondering about it (for a long time, might I add)

You watch Donnie one day, and you notice that he folds his pages in anything he’s reading instead of putting a bookmark

Now, some people prefer to fold it, but a lot of the time, having a bookmark is a cool thing!

So, you have your idea.

Throughout the month of December, you take photos of you and Donnie together, turning down his questions as to why-

“I can’t take pictures with my hot boyfriend?”

He doesn’t ask after you say that, he’s now too shy 

Once you pick out photos that you like, you decide to make A LOT of them, a big bundle of bookmarks!

You laminate them yourself, just in case a coffee spill occurs while he’s reading, and it looks much better!

It also lasts longer btw

Anyhoozle, once christmas comes around, you give him this envelope with purple hearts on it, and he notices it’s more bulky than the standard christmas card

And once he opens it, he looks in and picks out a random bookmark to examine it

It’s a photo of you and him cuddling together on a lavender bookmark.

After looking at that one, he begins to take them all out, laying them on his lab table, looking at the different pictures you guys took together. Not only that, but the bookmarks are all different shades of purple.

“There has to be…50 here-” He says, “I…these are pictures of us! Hold on,” Donnie then examines each and every one, talking about how he remembered when each one was taken

“You made these all for me?” 

Yes, yes you did

He’s already bringing down books and notes that are in dire need of an unfolding page and to be replaced with one of your homemade photo bookmarks instead, and once he puts the first one in one of his favorite books, he admires it for a few

“They look incredible” He smiles down at you, leaning to reach your lips. 

“Thank you, dove,” He gives you another kiss while also giving a warm hug,  “I always felt guilty folding my pages.” 

Save the trees, ya know?

Michelangelo

Making something for Mikey may appear to be difficult,

Because, well, he loves a little bit of everything

He doesn’t really hate much, and honestly, he’s open to any and everything as a gift

He would prefer something like a new comic or new cookware he can use in the lair, so along with getting those items for him, you bake him brownies-

But special brownies

No not weed brownies

Homemade brownies! Not from a box, no, you’re starting from scratch

You buy some semi sweet and dark chocolate morsels, molasses instead of regular sugar, to really make them delectable and rich!

But, also sweet as well. Not too sweet, we don’t wanna give poor Mikey a stomachache now

But just the right balance between rich and sweet. 

He’s completely unaware of this by the way

When Christmas comes around and you give him the newest comic he’s been wanting and a new kitchen utensil set he can use while making food, you present the brownies in an orange box with a tinfoil top, and when he opens it, you could visibly see fireworks shooting out and his eyes becoming starry

“Guys! My Angelcakes made me…angelcakes!” He’s so happy and the hug given right after was as tight as can be

“Kind of. Brownies, from scratch.” You smile as he’s already picking one out- the corner piece- to eat

a/n: THE CORNER PIECE OF A BATCH  OF BROWNIES IS THE BEST PART AND NOBODY CAN CHANGE MY MIND

Anyway, he takes a bite and he just

Freezes

He looks at you and gives you a chocolatey kiss on the cheek

“Angelcakes, this is like, the best gift!”

He’s already taking another bite soon after, munching in the gooey goodness

Once he’s done with the first piece, he’s already onto the second

“Thefe ar sho….gwud, thanf you!” He says in between bites

Also, he wants to bake with you now. Because this tasted amazing, what other recipes do you have up your sleeve? 

He loves it because he’s usually the one cooking for his family and only knows his cooking and April’s 

He’s not really into April’s…she’s a healthy gal, the kind that would sneak spinach or avocado into baked goods  *shudder*

Plus, he doesn’t really bake anyway, he’s a cooking guy, breakfast food is his specialty

But, now is a great time to take a couple weeks to learn everything you know about baking! Testing out new combinations and food items to use!

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hi. tried to reblog and leave a bunch of tags but made a mistake and tumblr wouldn't let me edit the post SO i took a screenshot because I WILL NOT REWRITE ALL OF THAT BECAUSE IT WAS ALREADY TERRIBLE TO TRY AND GO BACK TO MY NOTES TO INCLUDE THEM INTO THE TAGS BECAUSE THE APP WOULD ERASE EVERYTHING so here you have a long ass pic with a ton of tags. love u u fucking mastermind 💋

I DID IN FACT GET THIS ASK FIRST OF ALL, IF YOU SENT ANOTHER ONE OTHER THAN THE DID YOU GET THAT ONE, then I am missing one, but I got this one!

I'm so glad you think it could standalone and make sense because I went into posting this like "so many people are not gonna be able to keep up with the tense changing and the time skipping, i'm being incoherent" thank you all for proving me wrong. My writing profs taught me to believe everyone does not have reading comprehension. Perhaps we should be giving more credit to readers, me thinks.

Man, I wish Carmen in The Bear canon aligned with CK not particularly because I wish he was better but because watching S3 I was like oh,,,, did I get all that wrong? Because to me, yeah does Carmen run away from things? 1 fucking million percent. At the same time, however, Carmen is an artist and I think like,,,, he's taught, yknow? He takes direction and critique, is always how I took him-- And so like, he just compartmentalizes criticism of his character the same way he would his craft; and he fucking likes making shit better, so he transfers it to life.

I considered massively pivoting from this choice for him to accept that he needs to be better, and instead like, Bojacks it, basically, but like, I'd already done this in CK canon:

Did I emulate my own previous scene to call back to the beginning of their relationship in chapter 13? Yeah 100% I did but back on topic--

I'd already decided that this was how Carmen went about things, and to be fair, I think honestly if everyone had just let each other finish sentences in S3EP01, that entire season I think would've gone an entirely different route, but c'est la vie, that's the tragic comedy of it all.

NOW ONTO MIKEY! I think some have said they prefer this Jimmy negotiation to canon-- And to be fair, though the sobriety aspect may not have been a part of it, Mikey did say he wanted to franchise with Carmen, and that's what the money was for. Or at least that's what Carmen affirms:

god fucking jesus christ he was so much more charming in S2 what the FUCK moving ON

But anyways, I think the 10k/week thing honestly is something Uncle would do, and I guess this is me staking my bet on it. I'd like to believe Mikey was climbing his way out-- Or maybe that's more tragic? I dunno. Regardless, I adore him, so, yknow. he's the guy!

50 PLUS YEARS FOR CARMEN? YOU THINK THIS GUY COULD LIVE TO 80? BABY LOOK UP POPCORN LUNG THIS MAN WAS GETTING ULCERS AT 21 WE'RE LUCKY IF WE GET TO 60

regardless, thank you for enjoying i'm so glad that my interpretation of Mikey was enjoyed. I tried to be as like,,, accurate as possible to what I feel he'd act like out of the small scenes we've seen of him, but I also absolutely had to pull from my own oldest brother. so. i don't have issues idk what all of you are talking about.

also, I will put this in a master post of like, bits I was doing, later, because there's a fucking lot, but this is the last post I'm making before bed and I wanna get yelled at about this in my inbox in the morning nothing makes me happier:

Chapter 1! Tony Terry Tommy!

Chapter 13! Two Steps Back.

I know I'm a bitch, aren't I? I'm sure rereaders noticed this but I wanted the whole class to know.

While I'm at it, Chapter 12! Hit em with it!

YEAH BABY SHE'D BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT THE WHOOOOLLLEEE TIMMEEEEE YEEEEAAAHHHHHHHH I'm fucked up for this one. I had the Cold thing planned since chapter 1 I'm so SICK with it. Yell at me in my inbox I do love to make everyone mad ngl call me Carmen cause I'm a fucking shit starter baby

thank you for your thoughts and thank you for giving me a place to yap for WAY too fucking long GOOD NIGHT OR GOOD MORNING PENDING WHERE YOU ARE!!

[sapphiretanto]

I saw your post on writing prompts for TMNT. Can I ask for rottmnt TMNT 2012 character bonding? Like r!Leo with 12!raph, r!Mikey with 12!Donnie, r!Donnie with 12!Leo, and r!raph with 12! Mikey?

Hello, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to keep building on this in segments. I will reblog and let you know. But here is Rise Donnie being protective of 12! Leo

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12: Leonardo/Lee; Raphael; Donatello/Donnie; Michelangelo/Mikey

Rise: Leo/Leon/Nardo; Raph/Raphie; Dee/Donald; Mike/Angelo

Protective

It was subtle, Lee noted, but it was there. And honestly, it was a bit sweet. It had first confused the eldest in blue, but it grew on him. Upon meeting their younger counterparts, Leonardo wasn’t blind to noting he had a little duckling following him around. Once he had praised one of Dee’s inventions and the purple banded soft shell was his shadow, constantly soaking up more praise. It made Lee ache a little bit to think that Dee wasn’t praised a lot for his brilliance. Although, it prompted him to offer words of encouragement more often than he did to his own genius brother. But Leonardo was moved, if not embarrassed by the younger turtle’s protectiveness.

Dee had a great deal of respect and admiration for Leonardo. But he also felt a twinge of concern. While Leonardo was the oldest of them all, ‘Nardo was his younger twin— no matter how much they argued over it— and he looked out for his brother in his own way. Granted, giving him a shock collar to put an end to his stupid jokes wasn’t the best idea at the time… but c'est la vie. He’d find something to aid his brother’s skills. It was just a matter of designing the right thing, easier said than done. Still, he carefully observed Lee and while he felt that he himself couldn’t direct him, Lee’s brother’s could. It was mostly things that dealt with his injuries. Lee wasn’t one to complain or talk about his knee hurting, even with a knee brace, so Dee would find Donnie or Raphael and tell one of them. They’d curse under their breath before stomping off towards Lee to help him. Dee felt a bit better to see his twin’s counterpart be taken care of and fussed over by his brothers. Dee commended himself on a job well done.

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I just thought about Mikey's Nunchucks being on the wire as well and that's so weird like the shoes have meanings to them but the nunchucks don't so idk what if foreshadows there's no info on nunchucks online also why use a wire to showcase the shoes and Nunchcuks no ones going to really understand the implications on them unless they know about the shoes before hand or they do research on it also the color of the shoes being blue and orange are very interesting choice what are your thoughts on this?

(Tysm for the ask!)

My first thought was that maybe Mikey himself is going to die and that’s why the nunchucks are also hanging from a wire like a sort of direct memorial to him. Buttttt I also don’t think they’ll have the guts to kill off any of the turtles (and if Mikey dies I’ll cry for like a week straight).

I didn’t notice that the shoes had some orange on them before! Honestly that just makes me nervous that they might be Mikey’s shoes and that maybe he actually WILL die cause now there’s the shoes AND the nunchucks oh man anyways moving on-

I think the choice of the hanging shoes and nunchucks were definitely very intentional. They most likely wanted to foreshadow something dark without anyone noticing at first but I could be wrong I haven’t thought about that a lot.

I just looked at the image again and I noticed the wire that the nunchucks are hanging on look kinda different than the ones the shoes are hanging on. I’m not sure if it means anything but I just thought I should point it out.

maybe they just hung the nunchucks on the wires cause they thought it looked cool who knows we’ll find out eventually lmao.

[will-continue-livinglikeimtrying]

ROTTMNT short fic:

I'm Sorry

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Leo huffed and grumbled under his breath as he kept bandaging and undoing and re-bandaging the same stupid dummy , replaying the "Basic Bandage" video on his twin's purple tablet (a beat up and cracked old thing it was, but still worked great!) at the same time because well he just couldn't focus !

"Stupid big brother privileges, stupid Raph, stupid Dad. "

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Earlier that day, in the late afternoon-ish, their father had once again announced that he would be going on an emergency supply run. They were running out of food fast, and ironically, it wasn't even due to his biggest brother..... Well, mostly.

Apparently baby brothers came with big appetites too.

Who knew?

Dad had been in one of his moods as well all day, but it wasn't his usual 'hide away' moods, or his 'dis-a-so-si-a-ted' moods (as Donnie calls it), he was in one of his 'snappy angy' moods (as Mikey called it) and wasn't to pleased to find out that most of the food was gone, though he didn't say it, his not so quiet grunts and the look on his face said everything.

He had asked Raph to go with him, again, needing the extra help because his back had been bothering him more and more recently.

They had all noticed, especially Leo, resident medic (self-proclaimed after Dad got him a first-aid kit for his and Don's birthday), and he thought, now at age 8, he could totally go with and help them more! That way they'd be able to get way more food and other goods back home and their dad wouldn't have to go out so often or carry a lot with his poor old back! Perfect plan!

But when he asked...

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"No." Dad has answered. "Absolutely not. I do not need more to worry about while we are on top."

Donnie and Mikey were already in the 'play room', ready with entertainment, enough to keep them distracted till their father and brother's departure and return, while Raph, already packed to the T with bags, was standing to the side of his Father and little brother, awkwardly shifting from side to side as he waited for the argument that was bound to break out, as that seems to be happening more often these days.

"But why?" Leo asked genuinely, not in his 'whiny' and 'demanding' voice as he knew that would make his father upset quicker, and this was serious. "I know we need more things than usual, and I know you need more help, I'm quick and small so I can get into places faster, and I have a better chance of no one seeing me, and- and ! Donnie's super smart and is good down here with Mike so there's nothing to worry about on that front! He's great at watching him! Please Dad! Please !"

His Dad rubbed between his eyes and turned to him swiftly, gaze narrowed. "I. Said. No."

Leo looked away with a pout, unable to shake off the inevitable disappointment he was honestly expecting, as it seems to be happening more often these days, but Blue Leonardo Splinterson wasn't anything if not stubborn!

"But why ?"

His Dad went to open his mouth, the typical response on his tongue until Leo said loudly "And 'because I said so' won't work this time! The man on TV said that wasn't a real answer!"

Splinter closed his mouth and grumbled again for a bit about how he shouldn't have let them watch that show when he wasn't awake.

"Listen, Blue, I do not have time for this. Raphael, explain to your brother why he cannot go, I will make sure we have all we need before our departure." He asked Raph and walked away to make last minute checks of everything, leaving his eldest son standing there annoyed at him while his third youngest watched him walk away before whipping around to his big brother.

"Please can I go?"

Raph sighed heavily, staring tiredly in the direction their dad had disappeared to before turning to Leo. "Sorry bud, no is no, it's just... no."

The pout was back and Leo looked away from Raph, rubbing hard at his eyes before looking back up at his oldest brother with big shiny eyes. "... Can you at least tell me why?"

This seemed to catch Raph of guard, and yet he expected it. "It's cuz you're..." But how to answer him, "Well... Uh..."

"Cuz what Raph?" Leo looked up at him again, tilting his head, genuinely curious.

"Cuz, uhm..."

"If it's a spefif- spesis- if it's cuz of one thing, maybe I can fix it!"

Raph looked around the room at that, setting his eyes on anything that isn't his little brother looking at him with new found determination and bouncing with a little bit of hope and excitement.

"Is it cuz I'm too loud? I can be quiet! As silent as a ninja, I promise!"

"uh..."

"Is it cuz I move around a lot? I can't help it! I just have a lot of extra buzz going through me! But I can stay still! Well, I can try! I'll stay as still as a pole and won't leave yours or Dad's side the whole time! So still no one can see me so please please can I go?"

"It's not that Leo it's..."

Leo stared at him with big hopeful eyes.

"You're- it's the, uhm..." Raph sweats, feeling like a thousand pairs of eyes were on him instead of just two.

'Gosh why couldn't Dad do this.'

"Uh... Oh! "

'Duh, Dad said it before.'

"It's cuz you're the 'problem child', y'know?"

Leo's exited shaking stopped, and he stared up at Raph confused.

Problem child? What's that mean? He wasn't a problem... was he?

"... I... don't get it."

"Well, Just means ya, uh, make things a little more, uhm... difficult, to do when you're around, is all."

"... Difficult?" Leo didn't know what to do with that, the little hope he had was suddenly replaced with hurt, and it was the usual hurt he would get with Dad so it shouldn't be bothering him this much.

But it wasn't Dad this time.

"Yeah..." Raph kept going, "and, well, look, it's just... It's safer if ya stay here is all, with Mikey and Donnie, and you guys can even have fun here, Gosh I'm so jealous, you guys get to watch those movies Dad found last time and eat snacks, sounds cool right?" Raph tried to cheer little brother up, but quickly deflated when he saw that Leo wasn't looking at him, just at the floor with a huge frown and eyes scrunched while he was rubbing his hands together, breathing quick.

Raph resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the obvious signs of a meltdown. 'Oh please don't throw another tantrum.'

What was surprising was that a tantrum didn't follow, not this time at least. Leo simply, scrubbed his face on his shoulder and shrugged. "Oh... Okay."

Neither of them moved after that.

Leo tried so hard to keep his tears at bay. He wouldn't be that surprised if it was his Dad saying something like that, they haven't been on the best of terms as of late so it didn't hurt him as much as it used to, but for his oldest, biggest brother, his best friend, to say those words so casually, to call him a problem, like they didn't sting...

Like he believed it...

... Nah, that didn't hurt at all either.

Raph noticed his brother's slight shaking, and rubbed his arm in guilt. "Sorry bud, but this one's really important, maybe next time, okay?" He smiled reassuringly, and took a step forward with open arms to pull his brother into one of his famous 'make everything better' hugs (as Mikey called them), but instead, Leo took a step back, turning away from him.

Raph recoiled his arms back like they had been slapped away, confusion and hurt on his face.

Leo paused for a bit, then took a deep, shaky breath and shot his big brother a smile, it didn't feel real, more forced- a lot of them felt that way these days- but that's ok, Raph didn't need to know that. He threw his hands behind his head and decided it would be best to just walk away this time.

'Run away like I always do.'

"Nah, it's cool, I don't really care, it would've been super boring anyway, see ya."

He casually walked to his room, ignoring Raph's calls for him, passing by Mikey and Donnie setting up the TV for their movie night, and then his Dad, who was walking back with two big bags. "Ah, I see your brother managed to help you see reason?" Leo stopped and shot his dad a sharp smile. "Yup, he helped me to see a lot of things actually."

"Good." His father gave a firm nod, and then hesitated for a bit. "... You are too young to understand the dangers of the outside world just yet Leonardo-"

'-And Raph isn't?' Leo wanted to cut him off with a sneer.

"-But one day, you will know that these decisions I make, I made out of care for you and your brothers." His father said, a bit of light that wasn't always there coming into his eyes.

But Leo didn't respond, so once again awkward silence followed instead.

His father shifted nervously. "... Why don't you tell me what you would like from the surface, and I will do my best to get you it while me and your brother are out, hm? How does that sound?"

Leo resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his Dad. "Yeah, sure." He shrugged.

Silence once again.

His father coughed and pretended to look in the bags he was holding. "... What is it would you like?"

'For you to trust me.'

"Nothing really, comic maybe? I don't know, why don't you ask Don-Tron and Mike?" He turned around and continued his way to his room. "See ya later, Splinter."

Splinter stopped then to look up at his son's retreating form.

... That was the first time any of his sons had called him anything other than father.

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Leo had made his way back to his room after that, and after some silent crying in his pillow decided to make use of himself and keep working on his doctoring skill.

Donnie said it was "Medic Skills" and that "Doctoring" was something completely different, but Leo liked saying Doctoring, so *blows raspberry*.

As he finally finished bandaging up the dummy's arm, he looked back at the video and realized he did it wrong.

"Dangit!" He lost focus. Again. "Ugh!" Why was this so hard?! Why couldn't he just focus?!

... This is why Dad and Raphie didn't wanna take him with them though, isn't it? Cuz he couldn't focus, or pay good attention, or sit still, or do anything right.

Leo pushed the doll aside and curled up around his knees.

He couldn't help it, but he was trying his best, really he was, it's just.... he doesn't know.

But that's the problem, isn't it.

He never knows.

Leo sniffed as he quickly tried to scrub the tears away.

He just wanted to make them proud. Show them that they can trust him, that it doesn't always have to be just Raph, or Dad.

... Whatever, if they want it to be just Raph and Dad, so be it.

He shook the blurriness from his eyes as he looked up at the replay on the video, and then back at the dummy...

He might not be the strongest, or the smartest, or the most creative, but as the "medic"...

Well...

Raph's hands are too big to help with a lot of the boo-boo's they get, and he gets so scared of his own strength that he gets shaky.

Donnie hates the squishy, and the sticky, and the messiness of it all, and usually prefers running tests with diagrams and pencils (as well as some of the computer and tablets they've been "finding").

Mikey, along with how he doesn't really like the icky, also can't focus well, and gets really scared and hysterical when one of them gets hurt, something he might grow out of later maybe, but they don't need a medic later, they need a medic now.

And Leo... He gets scared. He hates it when his brothers get hurt, or upset for real real, but he's the only one brave enough to pull through, or at least he can pretend to be long enough to do it. He can hide the way he really feels better then any of them, so he might not be the greatest, but he's, for now, the best (and only) medic they've got, and that means something.

At least it does to him.

So, with one final sniff and wipe at his tears, he sat back up and tried again.

After all, Blue Leonardo Splinterson wasn't anything if not stubborn!

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After what felt like hours, Leo finally finished learning his fourth bandaging technique: Elbow Bandage- figure of eight.

Not half bad if he does say so himself.

And he does.

He decided to move away from bandaging to study up on some Sickness & Medicine. Can't ever be too careful when you're a Turtle living on the sewers of New York City.

As he was pulling out his supplies, books, gloves, masks (like I said, can't be too careful), he heard footsteps walking towards his room.

'Hm, who could that be?'

Couldn't be Mikey, his footsteps are either super fast or tiptoey, never an in-between.

Couldn't be Bubby, Don's surprisingly super quiet but usually sounds like patpatpatpat, plus these one's were too heavy.

It's not Dad.

So that only leaves...

Leo shot a glare at the figure that appeared at his room opening: "Raph."

Said Turtle just stood there, staring at the floor and shuffling his feet, hands behind his back.

Leo 'hmpf-ed' at him. "Well," he snapped out, "I hope you came to say sorry cuz I- !" he paused suddenly, now noticing the quiet sniffles coming from the Snapper, as well as tear marks going down his face. Leo felt whatever petty anger he had held towards his older brother for the past hours disappear, in turn worry replaced it. "Hey buddy," he started, much more quiet and softer this time as he crawled to the edge of his bed, "what's wrong?" Raph let out some more sniffles as he finally looked up and pulled out something he was apparently holding behind his back.

A lovingly used, maroon colored teddy bear, who wore a top hat and a bow.

Who was also, upon closer inspection, torn at the top of her right arm.

"Oooooh, Ms. Fluffington."

Leo moved to one side and patted his bed, a clear invitation that his immediate older brother took hesitantly. "What happened to 'er?" Leo asked, carefully reaching over for the stuffy. He knew how much the bear meant to Raph, it was one of the nicest things that had ever been given to him by their Dad after all.

Raph whined high, but otherwise didn't do anything as Ms. Fluffington was gently taken away from him to be examined. "I- *sniff*- I- I got m-m- angry again and I- *hic*- I couldn't- I shouldn't- I don't know she was there when I- and- *sniff* and- *hic*- I'm sorry !" A damn seemed to have broken cuz Raph was full-blown sobbing now. "C-can you h-elp her?" He managed to gurgle out between tears.

Leo looked closely at her arm with his loupe that he definitely didn't steal from Donnie. After a tense examination he gave a firm nod and jumped off his bed (not before placing Patient Fluffington down on his blanket) running to grab his secret surgery kit (it was a simple sowing kit he definitely stole from Dad). "Aha!" He ran back to his bed and clambered on, opening the lid and grabbing a needle and some baby-pink sewing thread.

"Uh," Raph rubbed at his face as his cries grew quieter, "d-does Dad know-"

"You want me to help or not?" Leo raised a challenging- non-existing- brow.

Raph immediately clamped his mouth.

"That's what I thought."

Silently Leo got to work, careful sewing Ms. Fluffington back together, occasionally pulling up a short video to see the best way to do it, or shooing away his hovering worry wort brother. He was deep in focus in thought as he slowly made sure he got each stitching right. 'He wasn't said sorry yet.' Leo snuck a glance at his biggest brother, noting the worry and regret on his tear covered face and softened a bit. 'but... I guess it's ok, this time.'

After a stressful almost hour he was finally- "Finished!"

He held patient Fluffington up proudly as he gave her one last check-over, nodding in approval when nothing else seemed to be wrong and happily handing her to his red clad brother. Raph lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw she was ok. "Oh Ms. Fluffington!" He pulled her close to his chest. "I'm so so so sorry! I promise I'll never ever ever hurt you like that again!" Leo smiled at his big brother's happiness and began cleaning up the kit. "Uh... Leo?" Leo gazed up at his older brother, head tilted. "What's up? Did I miss something?" Raph once again wasn't meeting his eyes, just looking around with sad eyes as he hugged patient Fluffington close. "Are... Are you still angry with me?" He asked, bottom lip quivering.

"Hey hey big guy, 'course I'm not still angry buddy!" Leo pushed to sowing kit aside and sat closer to his brother. "It's... it's ok, I know you didn't mean it. Besides, we're A Team, remember!" Leo held his fist up to his older brothers, who looked at it with new tears brimming in his eyes. "We'll always come back together, no matter how annoying you are."

Raph laughed wetly, wiping away his tears with his sleeves. "Me? You're the one driving me crazy!" They both laughed then, Leo shoving Raph gently with foot, before nudging his fist on his brother's side. "Well...?"

Raph looked at it and then smiled at his brother's, colliding their fists together as they both yelled out:

*BOOM*

Ringing filled Raph's ears as he stared up at the illuminated colored sky the purple sheen that surrounded it suddenly turned into a multicoloured mess. It looked unnatural.

It looked like hell.

In the center of it all was the ship. Or what was left of it at least. Falling out the sky, sliced in half.

Kraang Prime had blown his two youngest brothers off both a powerful hit, and Leo, his ever fearless brother, sent Raph right after them, the last thing he heard was his name before he was portable towards Mikey and Donnie.

Leo didn't follow them though.

No.

He stayed behind to fight that monster, because of course he did.

Heh, makes sense.

Leo's never been much of a follower.

As the blast of the explosion reached them it hit Raph not just straight on, but it felt like it shook him inside too. Like his heart was sinking, like his mind was numb.

He didn't even feel it as his knees hit the ground.

'No.' He thought. 'Not like this. Please, anything but this.'

His fist hit the floor as he heaved to the ground, sobbing but no tears came out.

'Please,' He asked anyone, anything that would listen, 'please.' He coughed, unable to breathe. 'There's so much we have to do, so much we have to talk about still. So many jokes and puns and quips and what-have you he hasn't told me yet.' Raph sobbed at the ground, but still nothing came out.

'I didn't get to say I'm sorry.'

[tomboy014]

TruthShriekers AU, The Road Trip, Part 1

A train, a taxi and a few bus rides later, and Dib is the first one to reach Amity Park.  He had to ask for directions a few times, but eventually, he found his way to one Wes Weston’s house, and Dib is thrilled!  Since his hometown is the next stop, he’s traveling light: enough clothes for the week, his laptop, camera and as much ghost hunting gear as he could cram into the thing.  And the readings he’s already collecting are promising.

But the most exciting thing?  The few times he’s explained to people that he’s here for ghost hunting, no one has called him crazy for believing in ghosts.  Sure, they’ve called him crazy for going after them, and none of them are fans of ghost hunters, but everyone in this town acknowledges the supernatural exists!

Wes is slightly more concerned by the unescorted child who showed up on his doorstep alone.  He’d figured his dad or something would have given him a ride.  Amity Park is close to Dib’s home, but it’s not that close; it’s at least a 3-4 hour drive away and in a different state.  And how is this little guy such a know-it-all?  As soon as he walked through the door, he started explaining ghost hunting to Wes, a lot of it wrong, like he doesn’t live in the most haunted city in America.  The trip hasn’t even started yet, and this brat is insufferable.

Thankfully, the kid couldn’t monologue for long before there’s a knock at the door, and finally, April O’Neil is here!  This is the person he was actually excited to meet.  April has been giving Wes a ton of advice to improve his photography and journalism ever since she went to college, and they’re going to work together this summer to help develop his portfolio by making a bit of a “mockumentary” of their summer trip.

But April is a lot more… apologetic than expected.  She’s already exasperated (and she hasn’t even dealt with Dib yet) while she apologizes because her dum-dum brothers went ahead and invited themselves onto their trip but she promises they’re going to pay their own way and don’t freak out because they look kind of different, but we don’t have time for that right now!  Because there’s no way.  There’s no freaking way!  It’s been modified, but there’s nothing else it could possibly be.

Is that the Jupiter Jim Moon buggy parked in his driveway?!!

And, in fact, it is!

But there’s not much time to be surprised by the Moon Buggy, as 4 guys in full hazmat suits with quick Ghost Buster stickers slapped on pop out, and they’re… green?  It’s hard to tell, but Wes is 90% sure these guys are green behind the tinted face shields.  Which, honestly, not unusual for Amity Park, but they’re not usually alive when they look like that.  But it’s not stopping the one in the purple jumpsuit from gushing over the modifications he’s made to what he’s calling the Turtle Tank.

Dib is slack jawed as 4 green, clearly not human, creatures pop out of the Moon Buggy while April apologizes over and over again for her brothers inviting themselves onto their trip.

“April, are you an alien?”

“What?  No.”

“Were you adopted by aliens?”

“No, they’re not aliens.  None of us are aliens.  My brothers are just a little… different.”

Dib’s not convinced, but at the very least, these guys are a lot friendlier than Zim, and Raph, Donnie, Leo and Mikey are introduced.  The original plan had been to tour FentonWorks on the first day and then explore the town, but…

Everyone suddenly has to clear the street as what looks like an armored RV zooms down the road while a guy in an orange jumpsuit screams out the window and a lady in blue fires lasers at something streaking by overhead.

Leo: And you were worried we’d stand out.

Yeah… the Fenton’s are busy today, so no tour.  The gang will have to start their ghost hunting adventure by hitting the pavement, which is fine with Wes.  He’s excited to show off the shoulder mount camera he got for his 16th birthday, but as usual, if it’s not a Fenton Camera, every picture and recording of a ghost comes out horribly.

After some trial, some error, and poking at some ecto-samples he probably shouldn’t have, Donnie figures out a filter for the camera (and his goggles), and the ghosts come through crystal clear.  It throws off the color, but Mikey and Wes work on the color and white balance enough to look almost normal, and they save the system setting for whenever the filter is applied.  With Wes armed with his camera, April with a mic, and the boys as the tech crew, it’s time to hit the streets!

It’s not long before they run into their first ghost.  Wes had thought they’d film from a distance, but April and Dib jump right in and start asking questions, and in spite of Wes’s trepidations, it goes surprisingly well.  The ghosts they talk to are known troublemakers, but not only are they not attacking, but they actually seem to be enjoying the attention. 

Over the next few days, April gets a performance from Ember, an interview with Technus, lunch for the whole group from the Lunch Lady (her “uncle?” is a lunch lady, too?), and chased down the Box Ghost. 

Wes thought things would go south with Kitty and Johnny when he started hitting on April, but 4 green brothers willing to throw hands with a ghost is apparently enough to get Johnny to stop and placate Kitty.

And it turns out ghosts are more than willing to talk about their deaths.  In graphic detail.  It’s more than a little disturbing, but no one was expecting Dib to just come out and ask, “How did you die?”  At least none of them ended up dead.

But the neatest thing has been watching the barriers come down between everyone.  All of them had been so convinced they were the only ones who were really dealing with the supernatural.  They had come up with things to shield the others from the true horrors they dealt with every day.  Except as soon as they see their first ghost, they can tell.  They all know.  And it’s kinda freeing.

None of them need to hide anymore.  Wes can freely rant about all the insane ghost stuff that’s happened in his hometown.  The Turtles can reveal themselves; Wes and Dib are currently fascinated by their turtle-ness and the fact that April was basically adopted by cryptids.  Dib still has the least credibility; he’s a 12-year-old claiming to have gone to space multiple times, but they are at least willing to admit he’s probably dealt with some stuff.

This also means Wes is probably going to have to admit that Dib is right at some point, a fact he’s not happy about with their longstanding online feud…

And while Leo is still firmly in denial that ghosts are real (seriously?), meeting real ghosts broke down the biggest barriers, and they’ve relaxed enough to start showing their real personalities to each other.  Wes and Dib end up just as snarky with each other in person as they are online.  Mikey is enjoying getting to play the role of big brother with Dib, who’s just an unhinged little gremlin that really wants to dissect one of the blob ghosts (no one will let him).  Raph’s big brother instincts are in full force as he tries to keep the peace between everyone, but April is firmly in charge, etc.

The week goes on, but there’s one ghost April still hasn’t managed to interview: Danny Phantom.  She’s gotten plenty of opinions on the local hero/menace, but he’s yet to make an appearance.

Danny, for his part, has been keeping his distance and observing, trying to figure out what kind of ghost hunters these guys are.  And so far, he’s been pleasantly surprised.  Most “professional” ghost hunters that come to Amity Park are either woefully incompetent or dangerously aggressive.  Or both. 

But these guys have taken the time to actually study the ghosts.  They take the time to ask questions.  They treat the sentient ghosts like people, and they take pictures and readings from the non-sentient ones.  It’s been kinda cute watching the big guy in red walk around with armloads of blog ghosts.  Danny thought they’d be a lot more trouble with Wes guiding the group, but so far, so good.

But, of course, Danny’s luck has to run out, and as soon as he says that bit out loud, Skulker decides it’s the perfect time for some hunting, and the fight is a rough one.

For April and the Turtles, sounds of explosions are never a good sign, and the whole group rushes to see what’s going on, and find the elusive ghost boy, Danny Phantom, in action.  Most of the civilians have already cleared out, and Donnie and Raph are keeping the rest of the damage to a minimum, so April decides to go full reporter while Wes shoots, and they get their first ghost fight on camera.

It's… intense, but not the worst any of them have seen.  They’ve had to duck out of the way a few times, but they’re getting some good shots, and it seems like Phantom is mostly winning.  Until Skulker slams him into the wall behind them.  Danny, being Danny, forgets to phase, and hits the wall.  Hard.  He slides down, rings flash out from his middle, and where Phantom was, a human boy now sits.

Wes is feeling so vindicated!  He’s been telling everyone Danny is Phantom for years.  He just transformed in front witnesses!  He caught it on tape!  He can finally- hey!?

April and Donnie take the camera from him and delete Phantom’s transformation.  You don’t expose another hero’s secret identity. 

Raph steps between Danny and Skulker.  He’s so excited to meet a real life superhero!  But first things first, “Mad Dogs, time to help out a fellow hero.  LIKE A BOSS!”

Disguises are doffed, and yes, they’ve still been wearing those stupid exterminator outfits the whole trip because, according to Leo, it “fit the vibe,” and the Mad Dogs start fighting, even April.  It goes about as well as it usually does when they fight Ghost Bear until someone finally hits him with a mystic attack (I seriously don’t know why none of them tried it in the show), and it turns out mystic stuff works on ghost stuff. 

Skulker is chased off, and then the GAV screeches to a stop in front of the group.  Disguises are very, very quickly shoved back on (there may be a helmet on backwards) as the Dr.s Fenton jump out looking for Phantom.  But, uh, nothing to see here!  Yep, yep, he, uh, rushed off… that way?  And indeed, when the group look behind them, Danny is nowhere to be seen.  Wes uses his chance to finally, finally get the tour at Fenton Works rescheduled for the next day, and they all turn in to edit what they got and share their findings with Dipper over FaceTime.

Dib and Wes also need to go nuts, because that was so cool!  Watching the Mad Dogs was like watching a real life Lou Jitsu movie!  This is also where they find out Dib has never seen a Lou Jitsu movie in his life, which is just criminal.

The morning of their tour and first interview comes, and everyone is ready to go except HOLD EVERYTHING!  The Turtles aren’t about to let April go interview the Fenton’s in her regular clothes.  That was fine for field reporter April, but she can’t dress like that if she wants to be a top journalist.  Dress for the job you want and all that jazz, and what do you mean you didn’t pack any nice clothes?!  What were you expecting to wear  when we get to Membrane Labs?!  She needs a makeover, stat!

Luckily, they’re able to find a petite yellow suit top and matching pencil skirt at the local thrift store (one of the many, many things Pam tried to get Sam to wear).  Mikey and Leo do her hair and makeup, and now they’re ready for the tour.

As they pull up, the Fenton’s greet them outside.  They’re always so excited to see young people interested in pursuing paranormal research.  The tour starts upstairs in the Ops Center, and other than the emergency ham being expired, everything seems pretty impressive.  The Fenton’s go into detail on all the features of the Ops Center, answer any engineering questions the group have, let Wes record and photograph, etc.

Then they continue their way downstairs to tour the lab.  They see Danny in passing on the second story, and Raph less than subtly waves.  Fortunately for Danny, his parents are pretty oblivious and miss the wave.  Unfortunately, they do spot Danny, and he gets dragged into helping with the tour, and the group follows Jack and Maddie down into the basement lab.

It.  Is.  Horrendous.  It’s one thing to leave parts and pieces out while you’re building something; even Donnie is occasionally guilty of that.  He can also understand the amount of stuff held together by string and duct tape.  He knows how difficult it can be to get parts and pieces, but he his lab pristine!  This is just a mess.  There’s dirty beakers and tools, cross contamination abounds, and the floor is covered in spilled samples and ectoplasm with nary a wet floor sign in sight.  Even Mikey is offended; he keeps a clean kitchen.

And why is there a torture chamber?!!

To make it even worse, down in the lab is where the Fentons start going into their beliefs about ghosts.  They’re evil.  They’re just manifestations of ectoplasmic energy and post-human consciousness.  They aren’t actually capable of rational thought or feelings.  Things that go against everything the group has observed in the last few days.  Even Dib has to disagree with what they’re saying.

Everyone can see that Danny is visibly uncomfortable.  And then it gets worse; they start talking about how they want to catch and dissect the ghost boy.

Yeah… Wes is starting to get that outing Danny to the town and his parents might not be the best idea.

But April is a good reporter, and she wants to be a great reporter.  The best reporter.  Her original question list goes out the window and she starts pushing back against everything the Fentons are saying, but they just brush it off in their usual good natured way.  After all, they’re just kids.  They don’t know any better.

Well, that interview was… disappointing to say the least.  Danny catches them outside and- Is that the Jupiter Jim Moon Buggy?!!  Wait, no, he came out here for a reason!  He wanted to thank them for standing up for him.  Most ghost hunters shoot first and only ask questions on the autopsy table.

April convinces Danny to give her the much desired interview.  No questions he’s not comfortable with, nothing about his identity.  He agrees, and the next day, he meets them with Sam and Tucker in tow as his “bodyguards” for his interview.  It includes a lot of snark from Wes, who is still vindicated! but April gets all her questions answered.

And the interview just sort of turns into a conversation.  Danny and the Mad Dogs had never met other heroes before, and they talk about the troubles that come with it.  The time they were both seen as menaces, and Danny uses the opportunity to set the record straight, even if no one will ever hear it.  He talks about how much he’s had to learn on his own, about the mistakes he’d made, and after a lot of rambling, ends by infodumping about everything space.

Eventually, the road trip comes up in conversation.  It sounds interesting, and more importantly, Sam and Tucker know just how much Danny needs the break.  It’ll be fine.  Ghost attacks have gown down since they were 14; no, the town won’t fall apart without you; yes, they are absolutely insisting he go.  Val can handle things.

There might have also been mention of aliens and a spaceship.

And so, Sam, Tucker and Danny invite themselves onto their trip.  Now, they just have to convince their parents.  It’s not hard to overshadow Sam and Tucker’s parents.  As for his own parents, as soon as they hear “paranormal,” Jack and Maddie are more than thrilled to encourage the kids and start kitting them out with monitoring equipment, ecto weapons, extra camping gear, dried and canned food, and… why not take the GAV?  They’re going on a cross-country road trip, and it doubles as the Fenton Family RV.  It’ll help defend them, and they can take so many readings!

Vlad and other neighbors may or may not have also encouraged them to get the GAV out of town.  Jack is a known menace on the roads in that thing.

They do insist on Jazz accompanying them this time.  It’s her last summer before she leaves for college; it’ll be good for her to spend some time with family.

Jazz, who had just wanted to go to college early and maybe enroll in a lot of summer courses, finds herself dragged into… she’s not exactly sure what, but Danny owes her big time.  (Seriously, what did I just get roped into?)

They pack up themselves and the GAV (runs on ecto-energy, so it also doesn’t need gas) and Sam straps her kayak to the top.  Look, she saw April’s kayak on the turtle tank, and if they’re going kayaking, then she’s bringing hers, too. 

This is also where it’s revealed to the group that Sam is loaded.  And Sam agreeing to help bankroll the trip means that everyone can also expect to eat real food on the trip, not just ramen and peanut butter sandwiches.  The group is a lot more willing to let them crash the trip if it frees up most of their budget for fun things and souvenirs.  Welcome aboard!

And that evening, they leave Amity Park for Dib’s hometown in Ohio.

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[thedawningofthehour]

Hi!! Yes, hello, I cried again, thank you for that. Even though you said we „shouldn’t expect too much“, my heart is still very much cracked haha

ANYWAY, since the guessing game is still on, I was thinking a lot during this chapter. My guess is, either Raph has a really stupid idea that he‘s thinking through right now and that‘s why he‘s been so quiet OR smth happens to the Hueso place and he like sacrifices himself to get his family to escape like idk maybe EPF or smth knocks at the door and he holds them off

And so I was wondering if you could tell us when this stupid thing is gonna happen, I have a feeling it might be like the book 2 finale or somewhere close to that??

ALSO, I was wondering how you organise your chapters and the plot you write about. Do you have like a pinboard and put the NYC map on it and connect the dots with red yarn? (Detective style) or do you use some program or are just…weird and memorise it all?

Maybe he hasn't actually had the stupid idea yet, but he's definitely ruminating on everything that eventually compels him to make that decision.

The stupid thing will be a direct consequence of the final climax, so it'll be coming up here soon. I'm going to put up a poll probably after the next chapter.

I'm giddy that we're getting there, honestly. There's a foreshadow I put in literally in the single-digit chapters of Book 1 and when I wrote that I couldn't imagine actually getting to that point. I always feel like I'm going to die or something before I finish stuff, like, I was shocked when I finished doth.

Oh my goooood I am so terrible about plotting and outlines and stuff. I always, always feel like I'm in elementary school filling out a worksheet. I am basically this guy

except there is no paper because I haven't written anything down I'm just sleep deprived and rambling and smoking copious amounts of weed. (I have never smoked weed)

I know generally how the plots go, and as chapters draw closer I start thinking more specifically about where parts should go and where they would fit best. The whole war kick-off thing, that originally was going to happen after the third reverse-kidnapping, (the mall with the mercenaries one) but Gale and Mikey were still having their library trips, and that just seemed like an...awkward thing to have hanging over them. And it just didn't have to be. I could have cut that arc short, delayed the third reverse-kidnapping until after after the library meetings were discovered, or I could push off the war. And the war didn't need to happen then-if anything, it complicated the other plot points that needed to happen. And I think it worked out for the better this way.

I'm not totally satisfied with this method though. When I was writing Book 1, I had probably about half the fic written before I started posting-it was all in one document, Donnie's scenes were all together and Leo's scenes were in some incomprehensible order and often unfinished because I wasn't expecting to post anything and would just stop when I felt like it, when I finally committed to putting it to order I think I had like eight documents open at one point and three different highlighter colors to denote what I'd done in the master document, it was an ORDEAL-but it meant that I could group scenes together based on what was most effective, move things around very easily. The fact that Leo and Donnie's chapters were pointedly not happening at the same time helped a lot too. In Book 2, I end up writing with two, maybe three chapters planned ahead in my brain, and I feel like that forces me to sometimes rely on short-term climaxes that add to the word count but don't really do much for the story overall, or put off certain things that I don't particularly feel like writing at the time or don't know would work there. Book 2 would probably be significantly shorter if I'd plotted it out the way I did Book 1.

...What were we talking about? Oh! I do actually have a map of NYC open pretty much constantly in my fic window, it probably shows when they were driving around last chapter that I was literally going along the border with my pointer finger. But I'm terrible and I don't write any of this shit down. I usually remember, but there have been occasions where I've completely forgotten what I was going to do, and I think it was chapter 32 where I had pretty much finished the rest of the chapter and then realized I'd forgotten the final Leo scene-which was a pretty major scene. So I guess...yeah, weird and memorize sounds correct, but I don't actually do it that well.

[grayeyedandroid]

hi. ok, so: as tmnt 2012 abridged is slowly starting to look like a real thing that could happen, rather than just the rapid fire idea bouncing between me and @hellfire371 or the occasional silly ms paint comic, I’m going to be on the lookout for script writers and voice actors.

There’s nothing official right now. This is mostly an interest check to see if there’s anyone out there who would like to join the project.

This got pretty long so I’m putting all the information under a readmore. If you read everything and are interested feel free to interact with the post in some way, dm me, or join the tmnt discord I have to speak with me and some others currently interested in the project (linked in my pinned post) :).

I’m not looking for anything professional, just people who are willing to try their best :). This would unfortunately be on unpaid project of passion (I am a poor college student. If I did come across a solid income I’d love to compensate people for their hard work. Right now, credit + an unending supply of thankfulness is what I can give).

For script writers, I’m looking for someone who’s willing to, well, write scripts! I personally don’t have much script writing experience and having someone, even someone who also doesn’t have a lot of experience, would honestly be very helpful. Some familiarity with how abridged series typically function + familiarity with tmnt 2012 is the only thing that’s required :).

For voice actors, I’m really just looking for people who are willing to have fun with it! It would be nice if mic quality is something higher than a smart refrigerator, but I’ll try to work my editing magic if needed. The only requirements here are a willingness to listen to feedback/take direction and capability to act a range of emotions. I would like some people with a lower vocal range on deck, but please feel free to show interest even if that isn’t you!

Something I don’t desperately need but would be nice to have is someone to help with video/audio editing. At the moment, I’m planning on taking on the brunt of that work. However, it’s always nice to have some help :).

Some more important information:

- this series isn’t a 100% go right now. I’d like to see who is interested, if anybody, and then go from there.

- piggybacking off of that, if I am able to get a crew together the plan of action would likely be to create a single episode (3-7 minutes) that could work as a standalone to test things out. And, if that works, begin production on a single season (6-10 episodes of about 4-10 minutes each).

- The series would be posted on YouTube. Everyone involved would be credited in video as well as in the description.

Even more important information:

- There will be no acceptance of racism, ableism, antisemitism, or lgbtqphobia in the series. Let’s actually be funny, please.

- No character bashing. There might a joke at a characters expense here and there, but nothing that crosses the line into bashing. If you’re a huge April or Raph hater this probably isn’t the project for you.

- If you engage in/create t///ces/t content this also isn’t the place for you. It makes me extremely uncomfortable and I’d rather have no interactions with those who participate.

And now, some very very basic character descriptions!! just so you can get a vague sense of what we’re going for here :)

Introducing:

Leo - Warrior Cat’s Enthusiast

Mikey - Minecraft Youtuber

Donnie - Dimension Hopping Imposter

Raph - Animal Handler & Keeper

April - Kraang Princess (first time on Earth!)

Casey - The Only Normal One There

Splinter - Warrior Cat’s Elder

(feel free to dm me/send an ask for a more in-depth explanation on the current plans for character and story ideas if you need to know more before declaring interest :))

[92darkdragon]

Something that was running through my head after reading some of @somerandomdudelmao latest pages, where might Donnie be after he “died”… and I felt like writing it.

Edit: what start as a small paragraph turned into a full fanfic….im sorry for the mind dump ;p

Warning: involves death, suicides, ghosts, fanfics

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The Realm Inbetween

When Donnie opened his eyes, he found himself standing in an unfamiliar place, alone. His body returned to before the Kraang infection. Although his body seem to cover in what he could only describe as glitter that he could not get off. After sighing in defeat he looks around more. The area was well lit yet there were no signs of a light source. Looking around more, he notices that he seems to be just on a platform surrounded by darkness that seem to go on forever. He thought this was the afterlife, but why was it so empty. He thought he see at least one ancestor, maybe even Mikey. However, he saw nothing. Just darkness from his platform.

Did the kraang do something more to him? Is he unable to see his ancestors? A tear fills up his eye.

“Will I never talk to father and the others again?”

As he was thinking he will be alone here, the platform began to move. After some time, he could only guess, he starting seeing things around him. Small flames, each varying in size, shape, and color heading the same direction he was. “Maybe I look that to them” he thought to himself.

His platform glowed brightly till it was blinding. When it faded and he was to open his eyes once more, he couldn’t believe what he saw. Replacing the dark void was a mechanical island of sorts. Stepping off his platform, he noticed some flames took a transparent form of what he assumed were their form when they were alive. Many flames remained as flames, but he noticed something that very few flames took solid forms like him. “Perhaps this is how they sort souls in the afterlife?” He thought to him. But why why so few solid souls?

As he ponder more about his situation, he continued to observe as he walk since well…there wasn’t really anywhere else to go. He tried asking the other souls, but they either ignored him, went through him (which creeped him out), or spoke in a language he didn’t know. He really wished his tech worked in the afterlife, but that’s wishful thinking. He even tried talking to a large cloak figure, but it was more interested in another soul. As did other cloak ones he saw. “Greeeeeat…Guess i’ll have to be a wandering soul then” he chuckled to himself, thinking of his brothers’ jokes. If only he could speak his family again. He wished that all of this was just a dream, that he’ll wake up surrounded by his brothers huddled together. Back to where to April was, and Casey-

“Casey…..” he mumbled “I guess I couldn’t grant that wish huh?” Looking up at where a sky would have been “sorry buddy”

Just then, he heard the sound of bells jingling which snaps him back. He noticed a ways off, a cloak figured carrying staff which he could guess was a bit heavy for them, running as fast as they could towards him. They keep dodging each soul best they could until they unfortunately tripped on their on feet, face-planted on the floor, staff flying towards Donnie.

“I got it!” He shouted as he leap up to catch it. Honestly, he hasn’t felt like that in awhile. “Oh yeah, score one for the don-man!” Feeling proud of himself. Looking at the staff closely, it looked more like a shepherd’s staff “I swear if this guy is a sheepdog….” He mumbled to himself as run over to the figure

“H hey, you alright?” He asked helping them up. “You really shouldn’t be running around crowded places with heavy objects like this! You could have gotten a lot of people hurt you know! But seriously, unlike those other guys, you act like a-“ he froze, eyes widen as the figure brushed off their hood. The figure was revealed to be human girl roughly 13 years old. Their hair brown, with heterchroma eyes. “Oh…my..god..” his voice let out

“Oooow…that smarts….but thanks for getting my staff” she spoke, taking her staff as she stood up.

“N no problem” ((At certain points I’m just doing color text for Donnie and the girl cause I’m lazy))

He took a moment to calm down. He needed to focus. He needed answers. She’s wearing the cloak of those tall things he saw earlier. They must know know something about this place right? He understands her and vice versa. If I’m right, then maybe she can help talk to my family

So…umm..I’m Donatello, but my friends call me Donnie. What’s yours?

Don’t have one. Haven’t had one since I came here and became a shepherd

A shepherd? Like the ones with sheep?

Laughing Yeah, but instead of sheep, it’s soul we guide

So….i really am in afterlife huh

Well…..sort of

Sort of? How am I a sort of?! I remember dying in my sleep!

Well you did die but….hmm…they made it hard to explain….

Sigh….can you at least try? At least start with: where are we?

That should be doable. She pauses for a moment, then takes a deep breath.

Ok, so for many souls there’s what you call heaven and hell. However, there’s a realm where souls go when they die from “unnatural circumstances” but what counts can be a bit vague sometimes, but that’s not my job to sort out I’m afraid. This realm, the one we are in, goes but many names, but we just call it “The Realm In between” cause duh it’s literally In between heaven and hell. And the after they leave here, they won’t remember they ever here.

A fitting name. So “shepherds” you said they guide souls?

Yep, every shepherd gets assigned a soul, this time I’m assigned to you

Lucky me, I bet you never seen a turtle as awesome as me right?

A a anyway, the souls that come here are guided to a path. Completely avoiding the question. Because death was unnatural, fate chooses where the soul goes, and it’s the shepherd job to make it peaceful.

How do you know where to take them?

Umm….it’s like…a voice in our head I guess?

What are the options?

Well, there’s reincarnation, but that gets ways too complicated if you know what I mean. There’s ceasing to exist, then there’s the-

How does a soul become a shepherd? You mentioned you came here and became one. How you pull that off?

She fell silent, gripping her staff tight. You know, the others see it as a punishment for they did when they were alive….but…she looks at Donnie, he notices a rope mark around her neck. It’s finally gave me a purpose in my life so to speak…now what was I saying?

O oh…you were…talking about options for souls to go…..

Oh..right. There’s a rare circumstance where a soul has to wait here to be revived. Because…what did they say again…”they are fated to live again by another means”

Meaning?

From what I understand, all the shepherd can do is make that soul comfort till they’re revived I think. I believe i thinks souls that are fated to come back to the realm of the living by not normal means

Meaning, they don’t know what to do with them so, they’re just stuck in this place?

Yep, could be days, months, even years, I mean it Raphy a few months before- she covered her mouth

Raphy? As in Rafael? He was here?! She refused to answer. Gotcha…won’t ask…so, I’m guessing I’m one of those “special circumstances” aren’t I? She nods. Super….well then I’ll be in your care then Miss Shepherd

End

Post

I gotta ask, why are you the only one with a staff with bells?

Because if I was going to a shepherd, I wanted have a shepherd staff. And they approved it. They thought it was cute.

How the hell hurt her in her past life

[ace-disaster-weeb]

A few of the many genres of characters I've encountered over the years (some overlap included)

Favorite characters

Exactly what it sounds like. Of everyone in this piece of media, this character or group of characters is my blorbo. A couple of my favorite characters are Gohan from Dragon Ball and Kakashi from Naruto.

Comfort characters

As the name suggests, these are the characters that I go to for comfort. A lot of people seem to view their comfort characters romantically, but with exceptions, I tend to view them in a more familial way. A couple of these characters are Chihiro Fujisaki from Danganronpa and Vivi from Final Fantasy 9.

Crushes

It might be an asexuality thing, but I've only really had 4 characters that I would say I've had a real crush on. Said characters, in order of when I was into them, are Machine Ghost from Skylanders, Geno Sans from the Undertale AU Aftertale, Sakura Ogami from Danganronpa, and Xiao from Genshin Impact. That being said, though, I have definitely noticed a couple types...

You're attractive, but...

Characters that I DO think are attractive, but don't consider full-on crushes. Seems to include about 7 of every 10 twinks with baggage and about 9 of every 10 women with muscles.

Squishes

Basically a platonic crush. For some reason or another, I want this character to be my friend. The first example I can think of right now is Itto from Genshin Impact.

Love-hate relationship

I have a lot of thoughts on this character. I don't exactly dislike them, but I'm not always a big fan of them either. Ultimately, I want good things for characters in this category, but I'm also really tired of their BS. Examples include Nagito Komaeda from Danganronpa, Childe from Genshin Impact, and most iterations of Karai.

GO TO THERAPY OH MY GOD

This character has been through a lot of horrible shit, and therefore, I am deeply concerned about their mental and emotional well-being. Oftentimes, this character will show strong signs of PTSD or some other trauma-induced disorder, but the writers usually won't get that deep into it. Examples include Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy 7, Last Ronin Mikey, and honestly, about half the cast of Danganronpa.

Fight me @ Dennys

Characters I would not hesitate to throw hands with in a Dennys parking lot at 3 AM, typically on sight. I always hate these characters, but I also feel like I could take them in hand-to-hand combat. Examples include Tsumugi Shirogane from Danganronpa and Heather Duke from Heathers.

I want to study you

Exact traits may vary, but for some reason, this is always a male character whose morality ranges from kinda ambiguous to straight-up evil that I might or might not actually like, but definitely want to study under a microscope. Sometimes (the Oni from Dead By Daylight), I just find the character interesting; sometimes (Kokichi Oma), their actions played a large role in the plot, and I want to understand the character better because of that. And sometimes (Hiroto from The Last Ronin), it's a case of, "You are a horrible person and I really don't like you, but GOD DAMN IT, that's literally the best villain monolog scene I've ever read."

Childhood friends

I loved the media these characters are from as a young child, so when I go to that same piece of media now, it feels a little bit like hanging out with an old friend. Examples include Spyro the Dragon and most good-aligned TMNT characters, especially the Turtles themselves.

ADOPT ME PLEASE

Usually directed at groups of characters rather than just 1. Basically, I want to be part of whatever family unit these characters are part of. Yes, found families are included with this. Examples include the Dreemurr family from Undertale, the Chain from Linked Universe (more specifically Time, and by proxy Malon), and Aizawa from MHA.

PROTECC DA CHILD

This is a child character that has probably been through some shit (though not always). Regardless, I feel very protective of this character. Examples include, but are not limited to, Eri from MHA, Marlene and Denzel from Final Fantasy 7, and all of the Warriors of Hope except for Monaca.

Give me the adoption papers STAT

I want to adopt this character as my own. Oddly enough, the only human character in this category is Gonta Gokuhara from Danganronpa. The rest are various animals and fantasy creatures.

The "Adopt, Don't Shop" PSA

An escaped lab experiment that I want to befriend. The name of this category is inspired by a post I made a while ago. Examples include Shadow the Hedgehog, Izuru Kamakura, and Mewtwo, among other, debatably less edgy characters.

Sleep paralysis demon

Something about this character deeply unsettles me. Maybe they just look creepy (Sonic.EXE), maybe it's something they did (Junko Enoshima), maybe it's something I associate them with (2012 Shredder). Either way, this character represents bad things in my mind somehow.

Blorbo by association

I really like this character. This character also reminds me very much of another character I like from a different piece of media. That other character is probably dead. I'm pretty sure these things are all connected. Examples include Razor from Genshin Impact and Eri from Pokémon.

HONORABLE MENTION: stray cats

I can't tell if I want this character as a friend or if I feel bonded to them like a stray cat who can't be adopted separately. The only character in general I feel this for is Future Trunks, but it's a specific enough emotion that I felt like it was worth mentioning.

[nineliabilityrisk]

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” ( evan from rosa )

" oh, honey, you're safe now. i promise. i'm not going to let anything happen to you. "

[[ baby boy. baby. ]]

-- [ asked by @khalaesi ] --

Evan sniffled, clutching tighter to his mother's dress. Even the comforting arm tucking him in against her hip wasn't enough to stay his tears, soaking into her clothes while his face stayed hidden, buried against her side. One arm stayed wrapped around his Friend, as it always did, while the other grasped desperately around her legs, gripping her dress, trying to pull her closer despite the fact that he was already plastered as close to her as he could physically be.

She was his mother. She was safe. She was the only one in the family who was safe - Father made those horrible things, the beasts, the creatures with the people inside them; Michael only wanted to hurt him; Elizabeth was too enamored with Father's creations to be trusted - Mother was the only one who cared. The only one who knew how scared he got. How scared he was, always, all the time.

"Ma," he whined between sobs, hardly able to get a full syllable out, let alone a whole word, "Mike - Mikey, he..." Gasping for breath, he cut himself off, nuzzling his face harder against her hip as if to hide the fact that he was crying, no matter how futile the attempt was. There was no point in talking, he couldn't get anything out, he just hoped that she knew what he meant, could tell what Michael had done from how hard he was sobbing, had maybe even seen it - she needed to know to keep him away from Michael for now.

He couldn't deal with being near his brother. It hurt too much, not knowing what he was going to do next. Not knowing what he, himself, had done, to deserve all this. He had to have done something, right? Nobody would be this mean for no reason. Especially not Michael. Not his big brother. No matter how long Michael keeps this up, he refuses to believe it.

He was so... So tired. So tired of the fear, the crying, the hiding from his family. But he was also tired of standing. Michael's last little 'prank' had taken a lot out of the young boy, and his crying fit had just about sapped the last of his energy. He looked up, just enough to peek up at his mother through his mop of hair, and tugged on her dress once more to get her attention. Nodding slightly to a nearby booth, he expressed his need to sit down. He wanted to be held. He knew he was getting too big for his mom to pick him up anymore, so this was the next best thing.

Honestly, he'd much prefer to get out of this stupid restaurant, it was too bright and too loud and too crowded and the silhouettes of the animals on stage struck fear into him every time he looked in their direction, but he didn't have the energy for that. They'd have to stay for now.

[emjiroki]

I love your theme by the way and the header is so cute KJSDNgjer also I copied and pasted the whole list then erased some lmaooo so you have a bit to answer but I hope you don't mind <3

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

💞 Who's your comfort character?

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

I definitely don't mind!!! (Thank you for the compliment on my theme btw! I just LOVE valentines day and all it's pretty colors 🥰)

I'll put this under a cut so it doesn't get too long 💕

😅- well honestly I deleted my cringest story about a year ago and it is now archived somewhere deep in my Google docs. It was a Hawks x Reader x Endeavor fic that was three parts. The title was cringe and the whole thing just wasn't planned out very well

🦅- I try my best to outline! Trying to have some organization helps me keep things in line but most of the time the characters and scenes have a mind of their own, I'm just along for the ride.

🤗- advice I would give would be don't limit yourself! Write whatever you want and don't put yourself in a box. Writing something you enjoy truly is key to having a successful story because you put your all into it. And it's not all numbers, just because something you wrote and posted didn't get a lot of likes does not mean it wasn't good! Don't be discouraged!

💞- oh wow I have so many lol Shoto, Mikey, Enji, AngelDevil and Aki and lots and lots more. (Um also Simon "Ghost" Riley from COD but I don't talk about him that often)

😍- Favorite Character to write is probably Enji. I got labeled as a top Enji writer pretty quickly (and unexpectedly) and he's just fallen into the muse category. I feel alot of freedom writing his character and hopefully don't make him to ooc lol

🤲- Hmmmmm well I guess I could.... Knight Enji WIP it is

 Enji had a direct view of the door to the chapel from where he stood posted to the King's left beside the window, and he thinks he might have been the first to see you in the doorway. It was suddenly very hot underneath his heavy armor and he was thankful that he didn’t need to wear the helmet because he might have fainted. Was that his heart hammering behind his eyes, through his fingers tips, and toes? He was sure he died and somehow made it to heaven, broke down the pearly gate, and clawed his way through the clouds to get a glimpse of the angels as you walked through the held-open doors and seemed to suck the air from the room. The closer you got to the alter the more dry his mouth grew, the more his big hands shook, the more his stomach knotted. The stained glass of the church windows glimmered against your skin. Red, Blue, Green, He traced your features in every color, etching your beauty into his memory as a keepsake forever. He would crave it into his flesh if he could, down to the bone so after he’s dead and gone even the worms would know his devotion.

🤯- Genre I struggle with is any sort of mystery. I really don't know why I can't think of good plot twists to save my life. I usually have to talk out my plots with my husband

💔- an old Levi fic I wrote that I never released and is still archived in my docs. It's bittersweet and I just love him so much it hurts (also Oni's Heart pt 3 after readers been taken and Enji is depressed for a bit. Sad.)

🤭- em writes ✍️ is my go to tag for my fics so I can organize and em talks 👄 is my most often used I think

🥰- I LOVE reader interaction!!!! It makes me so happy! And YES PLEASE ASK ME THINGS! I'm always open to questions! And love discussing characters and plots and stuff! MY INBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN 💕