#dragons 🐢

[one-man-ticket-stand]

If you don't have dragons playing jump rope hanging from your ceiling are you even mentally ill or disabled because I do.

Sorry the picture is dark

[justpeaxchy]

Hi there! I love your work so much <3

Do you think we could get some headcanons of how Hiccup would react if the reader kept flirting with him?

No rush! Take your time and take care of yourself!

A/n: hi there <3! Thank you so much 🥹🫶🏼. When I saw this request I was like, "oh heck yes."

Warnings(?): flirting (lol), a lil short as well.

'Not Shy Of A Spark.'

Right away, Hiccup would know when you're purposefully trying to flirt with him. He isn't stupid. He's seen you do it before.

If you're not one to flirt constantly, then it'll definitely fluster him more when it comes out of nowhere. If you're the opposite, however, he's more used to it but still tries to hide the fact that his ears get slightly red whenever you decide to do something flirtatious.

He honestly doesn't know how to handle it most of the time; he'll just stand there and take it while avoiding your eyes - if possible.

I mean, he's never been flirted with in the past, so his reactions are always the funniest to you.

"You're a fresh target!" You'd say.

There would be one instance where he was trying to show you some new islands he found on his map, not looking up at you yet because he was so engrossed in explaining every little detail about it. You eventually got bombarded with how much rambling he was doing, not that you didn't like it, and you silently began to stare at him as he continued talking.

With an idea striking your mind, your hands slowly went up to his hair, brushing a small stranded piece away from his face, causing him to pause in the middle of his sentence. Hiccup turned towards you, a questioning gaze settled on your hand. "Uh, something wrong..?"

You shrugged, a faint smile on your lips, "No.. I just find you more interesting to look at than a map.. to be honest."

Hiccup blinked, taking in your words for a moment before he realized what you were saying. He slightly shifted in his seat, feeling a warmth crawl onto his face as he tried to hold eye contact. "U-uhm, sorry, was I boring you out--?"

"No, no, not at all. It gives me more time to look at you, so I'm happy. I also like hearing you talk, no worries." Your hand brushed against his as he silently got the signal and held it together with his, glancing down at them for a moment.

"Haha, very funny." He muttered sarcastically, lifting his eyes up to yours once more as he tried to hold his ground.

Hiccup didn't want to appear like he got flustered so easily, even though he did, because he just felt that way whenever you did those things overtime - like he wanted to prove himself or something.

Or, perhaps get you back for it.

"No, I'm serious!" You gently rubbed your thumb on his hand, slightly tilting your head as you gazed at him with a challenging glint in your eyes. "What? Can I not look at you?"

He shook his head, sighing as he tried to fight against the warmth on his face, "I'm.. not saying.. that." Hiccup, with a sudden idea crossing his mind, sat up straighter, copying your actions as he moderately tilted his head, "Only if I can do the same thing."

Eventually, it just kind of becomes a silent game between you two of who can make the other more flustered. Hiccup loses most of the time.

I said most.

For example, when he said that to you, it did manage to startle you a bit.

Overall, Hiccup does get flustered rather quickly, but he's also swift to recover and do the same to you if he's feeling bold enough for it in that moment.

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[lovely0painter]

Today is the lions gate, meaning it's the best time for all prayers/manifesting. For me I'm just trying to keep positive and relax so painting a special simple gift. I post before I had a niece or nephew named Luz who appeared and disappeared in my life but I also had two siblings I never got to meet. So for my sister I painted them and the star near to the moon is my Tata’s mom who I wish I got to meet because everyone told me she was the most kindest person and she was the star I always see ever since.

I am also spending time with my boys and my sister's baymax

[chaoswarfare]

okay. so.

i have so many random things saved on my phone that are definitely weird. not like really concerned worrying stuff, but just things that make you stop and wonder what the heck i was thinking saving them and just leaving them there.

this is my current favorite.

i’m going to be a wizard someday.

[justpeaxchy]

I'm literally trying to take my English test rn and then I see this. (Don't ask why I'm on Tumblr while doing schoolwork.)

Screaming, kicking my feet, crying.

hiccup hair doodles

[intairnwetrust]

Things I wish to see in Onyx storm

That they sit down and have a honest and open convertation! (Like duh idk how many times I rant about this on my blog)

Xaden brushing Violet's hair

Or regarding Violet's hair, a moment where Violet now indeed thinking about cutting her hair because it's simply more practical and Xaden has half a heart attack because of it (I love how obssesed this man is with her hair)

Xaden in general just simping for Violet

The dynamic between Xaden and Sgaeyl

Overall the dynamics between Tairn, Violet, Sgaeyl and Xaden because you have the combination of rider and dragon and two mates (Xaden and Violet are the human equivalent)

Dain and Sloane (sorry not sorry a girl can dream lol) but not necessarily in a relationship tho (this would be most unlikely anyways) but I want to see something be it just Sloane being passive aggressive to Dain

Finally to know what Garrik's signet is (or rather if the theory is true he being the distant wielder)

Violet and Xaden having tender moments together

but good sex is also fine 😛 hope they will find a good balance

I hope we will get a detailed recap of Tairn's and Andarna's conversation where Andarna told him that she is her own den

I would love to see Xaden's and Violet's friendgroups to interact with each other outside of class and training

no catriona

Jealous Xaden (Halden being indeed Violet's ex 👀)

More Sawyer and Jesinia 💙🐢

Garrik and Imogen??

I hope Violet and Dain start to rekindle their friendship

but also more moments between the Sorrengail siblings

That Violet and Xaden getting engaged. Like hear me out I envison it like a small, intimate engagement, perhaps even in secret with just the two of them (or maybe with only their dragons playing busy body) and that it is done because obviously they love each other but also with the motivation 'stay alive so that you can marry me later'

Violet (with or without Xaden) setting the record straight with the Assembly because of dare they pointing the finger at my girl when she is the one actually doing something to help

[hey-jac]

Tumblr, can you do something for me? Can you please leave a flower for my cousin, who died by suicide in 2023?

You can do this one of three ways:

Leave a flower on his Find a Grave page. (This link will take you to an external website. Note that in order to leave a flower this way, you must have an account with Find a Grave.)

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If you are reblogging or replying, please feel free to also use one or more of the additional emojis beneath the Keep reading cut. (They represent some of the good memories from our childhood together.)

Any kind messages are also appreciated. It has been a year ago today (September 9, 2024), and I am struggling.

Activities

Video Games

🎮 Playing Video Games

🚲 Riding Bikes

🐸 Catching Toads; Raising Frogs

🌌 Visiting the Planetarium

🎡 Visiting the Amusement Park

🎢 Riding Roller-coasters

🛟 Visiting the Water Park

🏊 Taking Swimming Lessons; Going to the Pool

🛼 Visiting the Skating Rink

🚂 Visiting the Train Museum; Living Near the Railroad Tracks

🛝 Visiting the Park

🏸 Playing Badminton (But Making it Up)

🎯 Playing Darts (The Very Pointy Kind)

🚚 Using Everything as a Playground (Including the Moving Trucks)

TV & Movies

👾 Arcade Games; Atari; Space Invaders

🧩 Banjo-Kazooie (N64)

🍔 Burgertime (NES)

🦍 Diddy Kong Racing (N64); Donkey Kong Country (SNES)

🐲 Dragon Warrior (NES)

🍖 The Legend of Zelda (NES)

🍞 Quest 64 (N64)

🍄 Super Mario Bros 1 & 2 (NES); Mario 64 (N64)

💭 Animaniacs (1993-1998)

🦆 Darkwing Duck (1991-1992); DuckTales (1987-1990)

💔 Dragonheart (1996)

🐳 Free Willy (1993)

🧚 Hook (1991)

💋 Indiana Jones (original movies, 1981-1989)

🏺 Jason and the Argonauts (1963)

🦖 Jurassic Park (1993)

🦁 The Lion King (1994); Timon & Pumbaa (1995-1999)

👽 Men in Black (1997)

💥 Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (1993-1996)

🐁 Pinky and the Brain (1995-1998)

🔮 Sinbad (movies by Columbia Pictures, 1958-1977)

🌟 Star Wars (original trilogy, 1977-1983)

🐻 TaleSpin (1990-1991)

🐢 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1987-1996)

🧨 Tiny Toon Adventures (1990-1995)

🤠 They Call Me Trinity (1970); Trinity Is Still My Name (1971)

🍫 Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (1971)

🐬 Zeus and Roxanne (1997)

[thewhimsyturtle]

Happy National Dress Up Your Pet Day! I am Dragon Kirby, and I could use a snack! 😋🐲🐢

📖🐉 We just finished reading Iron Flame tonight! (Can you guess our favorite character?) Who else is excited for Onyx Storm next week??

[ozzgin]

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[justpeaxchy]

The Hunt.

Hiccup x reader

Prologue: Being a kidnapped dragon hunter isn't fun. You are a living testament to that. Things seem to turn around for your good, though, much to your luck.

Warnings: descriptions of a few wounds, mentions of blood, being cuffed with a rope, and feeling overwhelmed.

A/n: oh yeah, it's all coming together. (If you know where that's from, ilysm.) New fic..I think. Extra notes: Reader is female in this one and will have a fake name throughout the story... you'll still be able to pick whatever name you wish for the real one, though.

Winter wasn't here yet, it was only clearing its throat - for the most part. Yet, the cold that pierced against your skin would've said otherwise. It felt as though millions of icicles were endlessly stabbing on your body, leaving you to helplessly attempt to wrap your bruised arms around your quivering figure, desperately clinging to the non-existent warmth you earnestly craved for.

The distant sound of waves from the outside crashed against your ears, making a repetitive movement to the begrimed box you were in. That's what you called it, a box. In actuality, that's all it really was. A gigantic box with metal bars, meant for animals. Or, more specifically, dragons; the one species that actually deserved to be in that cage you were forced in. It also smelled rancid in there.

Probably because of the enormous reptiles that were stuck in the same room as you were.

One of them groaned out in discomfort, the the chains that held them down being the only thing that restrained them from blowing the ship up into smithereens. Your eyes warily flickered over its struggling form, the iron muzzle on its mouth being brought together by a measly buckle on the back of its head. Dragons could be so intimidating, and yet, all it took was a few shackles to restrict their confidence.

Your wrists silently cried out in pain as you took your gaze off the beast that was a cage in front of you, wincing at the rope that pricked your besmirched skin. You were used to being the one that tied things up, not the other way around. It brought massive pangs of aching, that's for certain. If only you put some extra effort into getting those ropes on the dragons you were meant to hunt, you figured you wouldn't be in this predicament.

You wondered if they noticed you were gone. They've had to. It's been three days so far, from what little information you gathered by the nuisances that forced you into this box. Your tribe wasn't the biggest, but it was enough to earn the title of a 'tribe.' Your father would have to come sooner or later anyways. It would only be a matter of time before he came crashing into this ship with one of his own, saving you from this monstrous place. That's what you've been telling yourself since you were unwillingly put in a cage, meant for the very thing that brought you here.

It was painfully ironic.

The nuisances that tied your hands hadn't even glanced at the wounds they caused you. They'd taken your only two weapons: your bow and arrow, as well as your dagger, leaving you defenseless - something you despised. Thankfully, they didn't put a muzzle over your own mouth, allowing you to pester them whenever you had the opportunity. That, however, did not make the stinging soreness leave your body; cuts littered across your fingers and your arms, one charming scratch located on your cheek, and weakened legs that refused to cooperate much. You were living the perfect dream.

If that dream ended up being a nightmare you visualized as a child.

Men's voices were heard from above you, coming out as muffled utterances to one another. You brushed it off as normal, not wanting to increase the aggravating headache that clung onto you, attempting to push away the hunger that yelled its complaints from within your stomach. Shifting uncomfortably in your spot, you glimpsed at your tattered clothes, noticing a few blemishes of dried blood in a few places. You grimaced at the sight, miserably wanting to clean off your cuts and bruises and find a new pair of clothing. You hated being unclean, despite the job you were set out to do.

The dreadful thoughts of worrying whether or not the cuts you bore would get infected abruptly came to an end when you heard the same men's voices - although this time, it seemed to be more frantic, much more louder than it had been previously. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, feeling a spark of hope that your father had come back as you tried to get a glimpse of what might be happening above, the cracks of the hatch door not providing you any evidence as to why they were suddenly shouting warnings to one another.

Before you could try and vainly investigate any further, the echoing sound of swords colliding against one another made you flinch, the familiar yells of war cry being one of the loudest things you heard. The other commotion was despicably familiar. Threatening roars were heard, impossible to ignore, but it wasn't from the dragons that were trapped in the cages with you. "That's definitely not good.." You muttered, your voice raspy from not drinking enough water over the course of three long days.

The ship seemed to rattle at a larger rate, causing you to stumble as you tried to stand up with your feeble legs; your body was doused in inadequate strength, weakly being able to lean against the gelid bars of the cage. The tumult above never came to a pause as you felt your heart pound from within your chest, desperate to know who came to invade the ship. You thought your questions would be answered as the hatch door quickly opened, allowing you to see a man frantically running down the creaky wooden steps with panicked features.

You smacked your lips at the realization that it was just another one of the hunters, blowing a stranded piece of your hair out of your face as you watched him briefly scan each of the cages, double-checking them all to make sure all of the dragons were still in their original spots. He didn't even glimpse over at your direction, his focus strictly remaining on guarding the dragons as they began to roar, trying to escape from the chains that blocked their way to freedom. You were peeved by the man's actions, furrowing your brows at him as you mentally scolded him for coming by himself.

Leaving the atrocious ship was your only priority, but it was hard to ignore the very obvious mistake he made. It proved itself not to be the most intelligent plan as another figure appeared at the entrance of the hatch, swiftly running down the steps with a weapon that glowed with a threatening amount of flames, wasting no time in making the foolish man fall to the ground. The other stranger kicked his weapon in a distance where he wouldn't be able to grab it right away, hastily going over to the cages with a pair of keys he must have stolen, freeing each dragon as expeditiously as he could while the hunter groaned in pain on the floor.

The stranger with the flaming sword was agile in unbuckling the muzzles and chains, nimbly going to another cage as soon as he was done with a previous one. He didn't notice you yet, too engrossed with freeing the dragons out of all things. It wasn't hard to figure out that he was apart of the group you've heard about, the one that was on a mission to 'save' all trapped dragons. It brought a bitter taste to your mouth. That, however, would have to be pushed aside. For now.

You tried calling out for their attention, but combined with the screeches and roars of oversized reptiles and your hoarse voice, it was no surprise that it went unheard. Anxious that you wouldn't be seen, and therefore have no way of escaping, you continued to yell out as loud as you could: "Hey! Over here, flaming sword person!" Oh, how you wished your hands weren't tied together; you could've at least made some extra noise against the bars if they hadn't been.

You doubted the stranger would ever look over at you, all until another person sharply sprinted down the steps, a familiar set of armor adorning their figure, one that appeared to have the same material as the other stranger. In the dim lighting from above, you managed to see a distinct difference in the color, though. "Alright, they're all down and the dragons are freed!" Stranger number two shouted, dodging a dragon as it bolted up next to her, breaking through the wood to finally escape. The rest of the dragons followed, roaring in triumph.

"Good. We need to get going then." Their voices came out slightly muffled, the helmets they wore covering their entire faces as they got ready to leave. Much to your relief, Stranger number two scanned the area one more time, doing a double-take when they noticed you. They frantically tapped on the other's arm, gesturing over to your form as they both looked over at you in surprise.

"How could you have missed that? And, look! There's a whole other dragon over there in front of her!" Stranger number two, who sounded like a young woman, pointed to the dragon that still remained in its cage in front of yours, whining to be free. Shaking her head, the stranger ran over to your cage, inspecting you from where she stood while the other one worked on getting the dragon free, rambling out their apologies in the process. "Are you alright? Can you walk?" The unknown woman asked, not making any immediate move to get you out of the cage.

You cleared your throat before responding, "I'm alive, and it'd be a pretty big struggle for me to walk right now.." Your eyes watched as she turned to the other stranger, who now had freed the dragon. It was quick to leave, darting up in the same way the others had done, not glancing back at the people who helped it even once. She beckoned for them to come closer and, as you listened more carefully and looked them over, the other stranger appeared to be a young man. For a moment, you didn't entirely know that because of his muffled voice.

It sounded a bit odd.

He was about to unlock the cage for you, but the woman extended out her hand, stopping him from continuing any further. He seemed just as confused as you were by the slight tilt of his head, the helmet hiding any other evidence of what he was thinking. "Hold on. Are you..one of them?" She cautiously asked, silently questioning if you were also a dragon hunter.

You were startled that she asked you such a thing, being that you were in a cage. You felt your mouth become even more dry at the sudden confrontation, the small bickering between the two strangers that now occurred going deaf to your ears. Of course you couldn't tell them the truth, they'd probably abandon you here like the rest on this ship. And you knew the only way they must have gotten here was on a dragon, the very creature you were set out to kill. You wondered what your father would think of you if you rode on the back of one of those things.

Being faced with the decision of lying directly to them about who you really were, you internally apologized to your tribe, finding that being alive was much better than having to stick with the identity you placed on yourself because of your job and be left for dead because of it. Your heart ached at the thought of your father, wondering what his reaction would be like when he found out what you were about to do. Not wanting to get stuck down that spiraling hole of worrying, you lifted your head and spoke, raspy voice and all:

"No. I'm not."

When they looked at you as though they didn't understand what you had said, you gave a more detailed answer, "I was..kidnapped, and they, uh, put me down here with the dragons. It's been three days." Your answer was true, for the most part, but you hoped they wouldn't interrogate you any further. An excruciating long second of silence passed as you waited for one of them to open the cage door, beginning to think your response wasn't good enough, until the young woman took a step back. The first stranger took that as his confirmation and he rapidly unlocked the cage, allowing you to take your first wobbling step of freedom.

"Wait, let me get that off you." He gestured towards the ropes that entrapped your hands, speaking with a softer tone as though he were helping an injured animal. You weakly nodded as he pressed a button on the handle of his sword, the flames dying out in a matter of seconds before he carefully began to cut off the man-made prison for your hands. The moment you felt the ropes fall off, you sighed out in content, grateful your wrists could finally breathe. "Alright, she can ride with you, Astrid."

You glanced at the young woman, who you knew now as Astrid, who quietly agreed as she took careful steps closer to you, lifting one of your arms to wrap it around her shoulder, giving you the much needed assistance to walk up the not-so-stable stairs, which were halfway destroyed by the dragons who flew out of there. The other stranger, who's name you still didn't know, walked beside you as well, making sure you wouldn't trip in any form.

The fresh air was your own sip of pure cold water; it brought a faint sense of relief, reminding you that you were still actually alive and would make it out of that ship as such. That peace was short-lived, however, once your gaze settled on the dragons that were still there, although these ones had..saddles. You never imagined the day where you'd meet a dragon rider, nonetheless get rescued by them. You swallowed down the nerves that started to arise in you at the sight of the difference sizes of dragons that stood before you, all of them having someone sitting on top of them as though they weren't completely dangerous.

Your eyes flickered over the ship once more, noticing a Deadly Nadder without someone on it, concluding that probably belonged to one of the people who helped you. Glimpsing at Astrid, though, you figured that was most likely her dragon due to the similar color of armor she wore. "Okay, guys, let's head out!" Stranger number one yelled, signaling for the other riders to leave, which they all did with skeptical glances thrown your way, the freed dragons following close behind. One of them, however, who sat on top of a Monstrous Nightmare, didn't hesitate to voice out his thoughts as he stayed on the ship with them; "Uhm, who's that? You guys just magically come back up here with..a girl? Instead of a dragon? What--"

"She was locked up in a cage, Snotlout. She said she was kidnapped, so we're gonna take her to Berk to get her wounds treated." The young man sounded irritated at first, briefly shaking his head in disappointment at the words the other dragon rider, 'Snotlout', said. He turned his focus onto Astrid, giving a short nod, "Make sure she's fully secure on Stormfly." With that, he took a few steps forward as Snotlout left, calling out for what you assumed to be his dragon: "Toothless! Time to go, bud!"

It was silent for a moment, only for a hauntingly familiar roar to sound in your ears, freezing in your spot as you witnessed a Night Fury appear from behind a cage on the far end of the ship. It was early in the morning, so there wasn't any natural lighting to see the dragon completely, the lamps that hung over a few of the cages being the only reason why you were able to make out its form. Its sleek scales blended in with the darkened sky, dorsal plates faintly glowing in a light blue as it bounded over to the three of you. Large emerald eyes cautiously looked over your figure, as though seeing if you were worthy of his trust, and all you could do was try and become as perfectly still as the pieces of wood that littered across the ship.

The Night Fury huffed, examining you from where he stood next to the first Stranger, looking just as skeptical as the other riders. "It's alright, bud, she...she didn't hurt us. She's not an enemy." You could easily pick up on the hesitation in his voice, knowing that he probably didn't trust you completely - rightfully so. "C'mon, let's go." At his command, Astrid also led you to the Deadly Nadder, lightly patting the dragon before she turned to help you mount it. You intended not to appear as uneasy as you felt, but you didn't do such a great performance. It also didn't go unnoticed by Astrid.

"It's okay, she won't harm you.. her name's Stormfly." She said, hoping to make you more comfortable with the dragon, which did not work at all. Hearing your silence, she continued to guide you up on the back of Stormfly, nodding towards the first Stranger once you were fully settled. She was much more skilled in mounting the dragon, making you even more discomfited. Glancing over at the other dragon rider who had now flown up in the air on the Night Fury, you questioned to yourself why he was so willing to help you. Berk, from what you've been told, was an island full of dragon lovers. That's what you called it, at least.

It made your skin crawl with disquietness.

"You might want to hang on. As tight as you can, okay? I know you're a bit..injured, but once we're at Berk you'll be able to rest there." Astrid brought you out of your hateful thoughts towards the dragons they rode, causing you to begrudgingly wrap your frail arms around her torso, not knowing what to expect. Not a minute later, the Deadly Nadder sprang up from the ship, vigorously flapping down her wings as she propelled herself up to the sky, deftly making long and husky strides towards the rest of the group. You yelped at the sudden impact, not fully comprehending if you were squeezing Astrid at that point. She didn't seem to mind, though, focused on getting closer to the other dragon riders.

The wind rushed past your unruly hair, leaving behind a piercing cold pang across your face as you desperately used what little strength you had left to hang onto the stranger that seemed more at ease than you were, barely only knowing her name. You narrowly heard her speak to you, as she slightly turned her head to glimpse back at your panicking form, "What's your name?"

Despite being on the back of a Deadly Nadder, your mind told you not to even mutter out your real name. Your last name, Arne, would be a dead giveaway as well, so you struggled to come up with a quicker response. Thankfully, you grabbed a hold of the lingering idea in your thoughts, shouting out your answer over the gale that surrounded your senses:

"Thyra! My name is Thyra."

She acknowledged your answer with one of her own, making sure you were able to hear, "I'm Astrid, you've probably heard that by now." Returning her focus forward again, she allowed you to be consumed by your worries once more. Your father certainly did not come back yet, and when he found out you weren't on the same ship as the one you were held hostage in, you pondered on the possibility of him setting out search parties for you.

Instead of hunting down dragons, he would have to go on a prolonged hunt for you.

Suddenly, you thought coming with this group of dragon riders wasn't as good of a plan as you predicted it to be.

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[chaoschaoschaosart]

DRAGON BALL 40th Anniversary:

🐢School of The Turtle Hermit🐢

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

He’s Back (Angst/Fluff)

BTTS!Turtles x reader

A/N: I’ve been toying with this small idea for some time, and decided that today was the day to write it down, finally adding Back To The Sewers to my list! Takes place around the time the turtles return from the future to their own time💚🐢

Warnings: Spelling💚

He had been gone for a year now. Your turtle boyfriend had been gone for a year. And every single day of that year, had been painful for you, as you had no idea where he had gone. Or any of his family members for that matter. It was as if all five of them had just vanished into thin air that day a year ago. And every single day throughout that year, you and your boyfriend’s friends looked for him and his family everyday. You, April and Casey had overturned every single stone in New York City in your search. But no matter where you looked, none of you could find them. It went too far that you and April stayed in New York, and looked the city through three more times, while Casey traveled to Japan to look for them there. He even got into contact with the Ancient one, and asked Usagi to look through the Battle Nexus. But nothing. The turtles were gone. And you had no idea where your boyfriend was.

You, April and Casey never gave up your search for the turtles and Master Splinter. But after having looked through every possible place the three of you could think of, all three of you opted to stay closely around the lair, making sure that it was ready for the day they might come back. You and April looked out for their stuff, and made sure it was clean, while Casey would do runs every now again, beating up and questioning any Purple Dragons he met on his way. But they knew nothing. No one knew anything. It was truly as if the turtles had just upped and left. And you were left confused and scared, fearing what had happened to the man you loved.

But it wasn’t long before you and your friends would get closure and answers to your many questions.

You had just gotten home from a late night shift, almost collapsing on your couch, still in your work uniform. You were so tired that you didn’t even turn on the light to your apartment. Instead you curled up on your couch, pulling out your phone, and opening your photo album. With a heavy heart, you scrolled through the pictures of you and your boyfriend. Your happy times together, kisses, hugs and all sorts of goofy pictures. Your heart ached, remembering each story behind every picture. His laugh and all the fun you had. Oh, how you missed him. What you wouldn’t do to get him back. To know that he was safe and to have him in your arms again. You missed him so much.

As you sat there, looking through all those happy pictures you had saved in your camera roll, you got a call from April. You looked at her name on your screen in confusion. It wasn’t typical for April to call you at this time of the night. So with a puzzled expression, you answered the call, asking April what was going on.

“Someone has entered the lair”, April said. “The alert Donnie installed on my phone just started blaring. Me and Casey are on our way down there”.

“I’m coming too”, you said, hurrying up from the couch, suddenly feeling very awake. “Don’t wait for me”, you said, as you started to put your shoes back on with one hand. “See what’s going on down there, and I’ll be right behind you”.

As you hurried out of the door, still putting on your jacket, your heart beating as fast as your running feet, carrying you down the street and directly towards the nearest subway station. During your train ride, you could not help but wonder what had entered the lair and triggered the alert. You hoped, with all of your soul, that it was something that could help you find your boyfriend, or at least let you know when you could see him again.

At your station, you ran from the train, out the station, headed directly towards Central Park. There, you made your way to the sewer that led directly down to the entrance of the lair. You lifted the manhole cover out of the way, before making your way down the metal ladder, closing off the hole behind you. Once at the bottom, your feet carried you through the tunnel, the sound of your feet echoing against the rounded walls, until you finally made it to the entrance of your boyfriend and his family's home. But then you heard something that made your heart halt momentarily, keeping you frozen in place. You heard Casey and April talking to someone. Calmly. Happily. And then you heard familiar voices. His voice…

You bolted into the lair, almost slipping on the floor when you entered the room. There you found April and Casey, talking with the turtles and Master Splinter, learning about where they had been for the past year. And there your eyes quickly landed on your boyfriend, resting on the couch between his brothers.

Your boyfriend stood the moment he saw you, everybody staying silent from the moment you bursted into the lair. For a moment the two of you just stood there, unable to believe your own eyes. But then, suddenly, both of you sprung into action, running to each other, throwing your arms around each other in a tight hug. A loud sup escaped you, the moment you felt him in your arms, burying your face against his strong shoulder, as he held you close, burying his beak against your hair, fighting to hold his own tears from falling.

He’s back. Your boyfriend is finally back in your arms, holding you as tightly as he did the night before he disappeared. He’s back, with many stories to tell after having missed you for a year, just like you had missed him.

[neocelticavalon]

🐲 Sketch Log 3 - TMNT Fantasy AU 🐢🐉

A little something apritello, starts off with Tribunal Dragon Donatello (yeah, I randomly drew these out from nowhere, I sucks at drawing dragon and turtle anatomy cuz I often draw humans very much)

Aaanndd....I dig April swinging her battle axe!!🪓🛡👑👀💅🏽👇👇

I don't really celebrate halloween here but Happy Halloween to you all, guys!! Stay cool and crispy, COWABUNGAAA~!!!

P.S. Sorry, due to a massive artblock and writers block, I don't write very much these day cuz today's hot weather been reaching 39 degrees (it RARELY rains 🥲🥲😭😭) and it almost impossible to concentrate and staying productive everyday 😭😭 the hot weather really does affect both my brain and my body. Stay hydrated, y'all!!🥲🥲

👀 BONUS!! 🐲🐢🐉

Sooo...yesterday, I stumbled upon this video clip of On Drakon movie....

And then I found this in the comments....👇👇

Soo..I couldn't help but created a meme reaction...

💜Any support like reblogs, comments and likes are GREATLY APPRECIATED!!! Toodles, loves!💜⚔👑

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

hey so how can I get a scenario of Leo 2003 starting to cry but he trying to keep it together cuz he has had stressful day and his s/o comes up and hugs him, doesn’t even say anything just a comforting, welcoming, homely hug?

When Words Fail.

🐢💙Leonardo (03) x Reader💙🐢

Word Count: 904

CW: Gender-neutral reader, referred to as ‘you’, angsty, reverse comfort for Leo, mentions of Raph getting injured, mentions of blood, Leo having a hard time coping.

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A mission gone awfully wrong, that’s what started it all. A mission that made everything fall apart and what stirred these negative emotions inside Leo that he tried so hard to hide within the deep crevices of his mind. Meditation would’ve usually helped in this moment, sitting down and trying to clear his mind and sort out his thoughts, but how can he do that when he’s failed as a leader today? Not even talking to Splinter about this could help, how could he talk to his father about this? Splinter made him the leader and set him role for a reason, and knowing that he’s failed his father, he couldn’t bear to face him.

The mission went badly, and he nearly lost Raph today because of it. They were stopping a couple of Purple Dragon punks from robbing a local antique store, until a sudden ambush of The Foot was thrown into the mix catching them all off guard. And Raph, being so headstrong, dived head first into fighting the Foot basically all by himself. And with his brothers already being preoccupied with their own fights, overwhelmed by the suddenness and growing numbers, they almost weren’t able to make it to Raph in time when a Foot ninja was able to stab him with their katana, stabbing right through his side. His plastron broken and blood pouring out of him, he still fought until the turtles were finally able to diminish the number of enemies they were fighting off.

After the fight was done, Leo was the first at Raph’s side, panic flooding his veins as he sat on his knees next to his fallen brother. Raph was gripping his side pressing his hand against the gaping wound, sweat coating his green skin as he struggled to not falter. Leo, being a quick thinker, pulled out the bandages from one of his belt pouches, quickly stuffing it to clog up the bleeding, and wrapping it in order to keep the clog inside. “DONNIE! MIKEY!” Leo yells for his younger brothers, who were already rushing to his side, “We need to get back to the lair, NOW!” He would put Raph’s arm around his shoulders, helping him stand as a pained groan left the turtle’s beak. Mikey rushed over and was quick to take Raph’s other side, and basically carried him all the way back to the lair.

Once the turtles made it back, Donnie had led them to his lab, instructing them to get Raph laid out on his table so he could work on his wound. Mikey was the one to stay by Raph’s side, talking him through the whole process while Leo couldn’t bear to stay and watch. He felt guilt and shame for letting this happen, to let something he could’ve been able to prevent from happening if he just stepped in sooner. That’s what he thought at least… In reality, he couldn’t step in at all, not when he was already surrounded, but those logical thoughts never came to mind. All he could think about was how he could’ve been able to save Raph from this pain.

After hearing the commotion, and checking in with Donnie to see what was happening, he was able to give you a brief summary of what happened as he worked on Raph’s wound. “The Foot ambushed us.” He states, his expression darkening as he looked down at Raph, who had passed out, “We weren’t able to get to Raph on time before he got stabbed.” He mutters, finishing up the stitching that needed to be done, “I know Leo’s taking it hard.” He sighed, “You should go see him.” And with that, you left the lab, and found Leo standing in the living room, deep in thought. You finally approach him, your hand reaching out and rubbing his arm, his arm twitching under your touch before he slowly turns his head towards you.

“Hey.” You greeted softly, looking up into his face, seeing the devastated look that he tried so hard to hide for your sake and his own. “Hey…” his voice cracked, making your heart ache. You could hear the devastation and pain in his voice, as he struggled to hold himself together, before you’d finally envelop him in a warm hug, saying softly, “Welcome home.” He froze up, before his body trembled, biting his lower lip as he tried to hold back his tears. His strong arms wrapped around you tightly as he buried his face into the crook over your neck, hot tears pouring down his cheeks as you could hear a small sob escape him.

You knew that all you could do for him in this moment was hold him, no amount of reassuring and comforting words could help him now, not when he felt like this, not when his mind was already full of these thoughts of failure. So when your arms wrap around his trembling figure, to provide him comfort, he couldn’t help but fall apart in your arms. He needed this and he needed you. And he was lucky that he had you… You were his rock, and you were his hope. And he always knew he could count on you to be there for him, to be his shoulder to lean on, to cry on, and to rest on, and for that he’ll always be grateful for you and will express that each and everyday.