#i'm really proud of donnie's nose

[leavesandbounds]

Okay I'm never ever going to finish this it's been half-done in my art app for literally a year and a half

And I really like what I did do! But it's not gonna be finished so here, have a WIP

[zivazivc]

Reading the tags of your recent Kunoichi Turtles post that Female Casey has a bit of a flirtatious personality has led me to headcanon that when Lavinia starts crushing on David (I think that’s Mona’s genderbent name in your AU?) she goes to Casey for advice and tips on how to flirt with a boy but when actually trying to use the flirting tips on David she fails miserably (like that flirting lesson scene from the movie Jumanji), but unknowingly to Vinnie the bad flirting worked and David is smitten XD

AHAHAHA! XD I would literally cry from second hand embarrassment if an episode like that existed. Maybe, maybe, I can see that happening a few "episodes" after David's first introduced into the story, after Vin finally comes to terms with her emotions. Because in this version the relationship progresses slowly over the course of like a season and a half (a lot of that due to David only visiting when his job demands it), and Vin has cold feet like for most of that time lol

David is the one who gets smitten with Vin first in my story and starts making subtle advances while Vin is completely on edge and skeptical of them and needs a while to realize that he actually likes her in a romantic sense, for real, and doesn't have some ulterior motive. After that she's just very awkward and tongue-tied about it.

You know how Raph kept telling Donnie to give up on his crush because they're all giant mutants that won't ever get a chance at love? I wanted to put attention on that part from canon since the show didn't give me that with the canon Ramona. Raph being a teenage girl can only make that mind-set worse, giving him/her more insecurity and self-hatred. Especially since Vin is the biggest of her sisters and the least "cute" and feminine of them. So I don't see her making the first move in any situation, and I think she'd only flirt after it would be made clear the other person feels the same way.

Ahh, sorry, that got a bit serious maybe. The two actually have a really sweet and healthy relationship (y'know, in my head, where it's been living rent free for years now lol), Lavinia just has to work out some things first before she's angst free.

In this AU we first meet David in the episode Newtralized, where David and Sal are trying to arrest the Newtralizer. Slash is there (he's an all-time baddie in this version), Vin gets captured thanks to David getting in the way of the fight, David feels responsible and goes to save her -> bla bla bla -> Vin has a rescued princess moment that she doesn't know how to feel about...

I've been trying to make this episode into an actual fic for the longest time. On the topic of Casey, I'm showing you a short section from the wip. It takes place toward the end when they've all reunited. I think it's also a good example on why Vin would not go to Casey for romantic advice XD

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Casey leans in close to her face, her hooded eyes joining her friend’s thoughtful gaze on the young Salamandrian on the other side of the rooftop who is currently listening to his veteran commander going over what had happened while they were split up.

“Look at him standing there,” she says to her smoothly, almost whispering into her ear, “dark skin over toned muscle. Those abs, man.”

“Casey!” Vin cries out in shock and horror and swings around to face her friend’s smug smile.

“Like a chiseled renaissance statue,” Sofie helps with uncharacteristic coyness to her smile.

“Sofie, no!”

All four of the girls are grinning like Cheshire Cats at Lavinia’s discomfort, enjoying themselves way too much. Vin’s cheeks and nose are thoroughly covered in a deep blush and she hates that it’s there in the first place. She doesn’t even like the guy.

“David the Statuesque! That’s what I’m naming him.” Marie exclaims, sounding proud of herself for that one. “I was going to go with something more fun but since he’s your knight in shining armor—Literally!—I gotta be respectful.”

Vin can’t even hide her tortured grimace. Her shoulders sag and she sighs miserably. “I hate you guys.”

[sheep-turtles-and-pizza]

Now that we're entering into 2024, I'm asking some artists and writers that I follow:

1) What is the one piece you're most proud of from this past year?

2) What are some pieces that you would have liked more people to see? If you can include links, I'd love to go check them out!

3) What were your top three favorite pieces (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

(As always, no pressure to respond! Feel free to just ignore, or let me know if you'd rather I not send you these kinds of asks in the future.)

1) I'm very proud of the apritello day 4 one, I truly enjoy taking the time doing this (probably the longest I've ever took since I start tmnt fanart on tumblr lmao) I really loved how it turned out.

2) Probably my meemaw april au stuff lol. Go see it with the #Meemaw Apple tag! She cool! Badass and beautiful! I need to make some real comic about her fr 😆

3) Eeeeee yes I love that part:

▪︎ Omg omg! Mark swap, from my darling @venelona-turtle-den . This is just the smartest and funniest thing ever!! Hahaha. This is one comic I don't mind re-reading multiple times at all, yes ùwú. It's so goofy and it never fails to make me smile. Her art is what I watch to comfort my sad ass hihi 💖💗

▪︎Pillow fort, from @beebopurr . So sweet and comfy, with all the gang awwww úwù!! I could feel the coziness from my cold kitchen ok!! The way they draw the turtles (especially Leo) is just so unique and yet so close, so true, to the show. I don't know how they do that but it's epic. Their art is EPIC!!💖💫

▪︎Splinter having the time of his life with Donnie, from @mightyanxiety . My sweet bananas Hhhhhhhhh!!! It's so cutiedorable, I'm MELTING!!He draws baby teetles so AAAA MY HEART I don't even have the words!! Curses words! Their faces is so squishyyy I wanna book their nose! The artstyle so soft, it makes meh cry 😭💗

[safyresky]

Nobody:

Nobody:

Me: sorry, did someone ask for some older Fino, Fiera, and Jacqueline? Oh! Well here you go!

Okok so these are kinda lil. BAD sketches lmao except for the top ones!! Practise makes perfect and I'll get them right eventually!! :3 Mind the cam scan watermark, I always forget to crop it out 🙄🙄🙄

anyway some hot facts about Fiera, Fino, and Jacquie when they are a weee bit older than they are now below the cut!

First up: Fiera!

BUNS. She has FIERY BUNS! On her head. And freckles, apparently

Absolutely VIBING ribbons

She causes a ruckus, a stir up, but in the most elegant of ways which nobody expected, least of all Fiera

She's become v good at summer sprite-ing. Her fire is RAINBOW sometimes, she's very proud of that!

She and Fino both have the same face shape, same noses, and same freckles funnily enough! V. similar twins

The second doodle is a bit of a better Fiera-Hair. She's not as spinelly as I drew her at the top!

What is she up to? No idea! Adventure is out there and she's an on fire ribbony mess. She's carpe dieming that SHIT

Both she and Fino got a lot of Winter's more angular (pointy) features, and are very lanky. they have no fluff or curves. They are also both very tall!

Fino!

He's a very very VERY skilled warlock

And just as good as Fiera at fire manipulation--he's seen his Dad and Uncle and Fino went yeah, no, I'm gonna get real good at BOTH the summer sprite shit AND the warlock shit!

And then he did.

Smaller simmer of hair at the top; but it's pretty long! By Fino standards, at least. not quite a mullet but if you squint....

Spends most of his time in the human world cultivating the reputation of weird forest wizard, helping local kids and ordibeings down on their luck

he likes nature a LOT

Went to castor school in Crystal Springs, fucking ROCKED IT

And of course, last but certainly not least: Jacqueline!

Happily married to Dite (who has, at this point, forged her own identity and goes by her name: Hedone! Jacqueline calls her Donnie for short ;)

They have 3 kids!

They are just as unhinged as Jacqueline with all of the Frost crazy and bits and pieces of god power thanks to Donnie (Dite), and sass out the ass since their granpater (Cupid) is. well. like that lol

Jacqueline loves them very, very, VERY much

Jacqueline: My kids are so terrible and I love them soooo much for it 🥺🥺🥺🥺

She tries really hard to keep her hair up in a messy fat bun, but by the end of the day it's fallen down completely

Has smile lines like her parents do!!!!

She is out here Jack Frosting officially

SMILE LINES!

Still cannot seem to leave behind poofy sleeves 🤔

Lives in ordibeing world with Donnie and the kids. Kids go to human school; they cause all sorts of shenanigans

The middlest, Bianca, has a tiktok devoted to her moms called magic moms. In it, Donnie and Jacquie just exist as their magical selves and Bianca gets a kick out of all the human commentors being like WOW THEY ARE SUPER GOOD AT MAGIC HOW DOES SHE GET HER HAIR LIKE THAT? HOW DOES YOUR MATER MAKE HER WINGS MOVE LIKE HANDS? And their insistence that Bianca's answer of "they're for real actually magical beings" is not true

Also has a smattering of magibeans following who like to cause problems with ordibeings in the comments and Bianca LIVES for this

Jacqueline also lives for this magic moms thing, she thinks it's funny. Her fave video is one where Bianca charges in and goes MOM SHOW THEM HOW YOU DO YOUR HAIR and Jacqueline goes WELL, I FREEZE DRY, AND IT'S VERY EASY. YOU SUMMON YOUR FROSTY POWERS AND JUST RUN YOUR HANDS THROUGH YOUR HAIR AND MOLD IT INTO THE SHAPE YOU WANT! BOOM! DONE! You can use snow or ice or mix it UP. sometimes a light dusting of frost is gr8 for when you wanna just. have your hair down but not in your face :)

Everyone trying to debunk the sfx after that one gave Bianca and Jacquie many fun nights in the evening chillin on the couch. watching the replies. just a Legend and her Legate bonding

Jack follows magic moms and is the BIGGEST shit stirrer in the comments

EVERYONE LOVES UNCLE JACK LMAO

[canceramorem]

I'm going to skip ahead a little bit, because this next part is just too good to not tell the good people about. "The People", -my good friend Donny will laugh when he reads this. "The People" , means " The People" of the State of New York vs. Jey Pizzle , or in Donny's case, "the People vs Donald D***** III. Yes , as in an official indictment , arrest, attorneys,criminal justice, my least favorite thing Ever -JUDGES! the system, jail, trials , intent and four lawyers,Getting in trouble, got in trouble,and stayed out of trouble. (Donny gets out 2023 )

Now I am not trying to say that it's cool to get in trouble, FUCK NO!, I pray my daughter never gets in trouble. kids and adults- stay out of trouble, or as my favorite Aunt Nora ( she had the same name as my mom) would say - "Keep your nose clean". In other words, avoid police at all costs. Stay below the radar, don't go around and break laws, but if you accidentally do, then be good enough to NOT GET CAUGHT. And I don't know how many times I have to reiterate this-DO NOT SNITCH, DON'T SOCIALIZE WITH , HELP, OR EVEN SPEAK TO anyone that is a snitch! Breaking the law is one thing, but breaking the Law AND Snitching! No fucking way jack! if you get caught, just tell the truth , almost, or whatever you have to do. (DON'T do what, " Do-what-you-do, Duane-The KooK did, lying and snitching- the worst kind) . the main thing is, just be cool, even if you are traveling with kits or drugs and acting afool in different states. Like I said , don't go out being a criminal. But if you do get in trouble, keep your head up, and who knows, maybe you will be lucky enough to get locked up in a good jail. I've made some bad decisions in my life and I'm not proud of it, but I have 43 or 44 ar arrests on my record, criminal history, wrap sheet, or whatever you want to call it, Thats just arrests , NOT convictions. You see, that's how they get people, they twist the truth so it suits their needs. 44 arrests, but maybe only a dozen convictions, and they were all misdemeanors . I was never- EVER charged , arrested , or convicted of any sex offender type shit. Never! I was however, FALSELY ACCUSED, of a few things, including RAPE. I am not and never could be into rape. if a chick doesn't want to be with me, I'm not gonna go out and rape her. instead, I would just go out and pay or trade some shit for a sexual favor from a trick. A lot of being lonely isn't about sex alone, it's more like just being intimately close with a female.

It's kinda like how i met this " love of my life Marie". She knows exactly what I am talking about. I was raised decent, and it's just wrong morally and it's sick. I want somebody that wants me. get the fuck out of here if you thought for a split second, that Jey Pizzle is a fucking RAPE-O!!! ( That's what they call a rapist in New York).

So where were we now, oh yes , I got to the mobile home that Marie had worked so hard, and had come so far to get. With help from DSS of course. You know , the same people that help with food stamps and social stuff. like childcare, and medicaid. Back when I was a kid, they called it welfare. and at school , if you wanted to hurt someone'sfeelings, you would say " Your Mama's on welfare' , yeah, seriously, that would really hurt the kids back then, especially if your mom was on 'welfare' . Shit , in New York State, you have to be on welfare just to survive. It's so fucking expensive there, But anyhow, yeah , I was there. Freezing outside., it was just me and my love. oh , and a decent amount of shit for the two of us. So I did what any new resident to New York does, I applied for food stamps. Since her trailer was so far out in the country, I mailed the application in, and I still had my food stamp card from when I had been to Syracuse the two times before. New york gives you a really cool EBT card, it's got your picture on it and everything, so , I applied for food stamps and the next few days is where this love story turns into something more like a nightmare. But, my good folks, God Is real,and he does miracles everyday in our lives. God is great! Always remember keep your head up " -Excelsior"- Latin for"Ever upward", the New York State Motto.

[mytheoristavenue]

wsg im back again , was wondering if i could request again ! i love yr work very very much — anyway , donnie x reader ( fem or gn ) dancing in the rain together ? :D thought it would be cutee thank thank u if ya do this <3

Sure thing, thanks for the ask! Also, sorry for the long wait!

TMNT 2012 Donatello x Reader - Will you marry me?

Summary: You, now bedridden with an awful cold, recall the events that lead to your illness- a ironically warm memory.

Warnings: Aged up Donnie and reader (early twenties), pure fluff.

You sniffled, eyes watery and nose stinging, before sneezing into the tissue you'd been clinging to for dear life. You're now fiancé gave you a sympathetic smile, bringing your a steaming mug, identifying it as a special brew of herbal tea that ought to shorten the length of your cold. You thank him and he turns and leaves you to rest, and you can't help but grin, recalling the night before last.

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"Donnie, where are we going?" you giggled, trailing behind your boyfriend, keeping in the shadows right behind him.

"You'll see," he answers, peaking around the corner of a brick building. "Up here." he directs, nodding to a fire escape ladder that lead to the roof top of some apartment building. You playfully rolled your eyes as his secretiveness but did as he desired, ascending the ladder.

The sight before you made you want to faint before even stepping up onto the rooftop. The plain was thoughtfully decorated with a old wooden crates, linens, lit lanterns, and even a telescope, radio, and picnic. "God, Donnie this is..." you instantly threw yourself into his arms as soon as you were sure he was far enough from the edge, trailing off as you couldn't find the words to express your awe.

He laughed nervously, guiding you over to a comfy pallet he'd fashioned from cushions and blankets beside the telescope, and motioned for you to sit. "There's supposed to be a really rare meteor shower tonight." he said softly, peering through the instrument. "I thought it'd make for a nice date."

"You were right." you confirmed, beaming. "Could we eat first? I'm famished." you giggled peering into the picnic basket. Inside was some take out from a local Italian hole in the wall, pasta and bread sticks from the look of it. Honestly, you were just proud he didn't order pizza.

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As you both shared a tin of penne, you blinked, looking up at the sky. "What?" he asked, following your gaze.

You thought for a moment before shrugging. "Thought I felt a drop of rain." you wondered aloud. You were about to return to your food before you felt it again, two fat drops hitting your scalp. Before either of you knew it, you were both trapped under a steady down pour of night rain.

"Oh, no!" Donnie groaned, frustrated by the crashing of his plans. "there wasn't any chance of rain tonight!" his shoulders slumped with disappointment. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I doubt we'll even be able to see the meteor shower now, it's too cloudy." He finally sighed, feeling defeated. "Let's just go home."

"Wait," you called with a small smile. "This is still some kind of shower, we can still enjoy it." you suggested, grabbing his hands and pulling him over to you, swaying to the gentle jazz music that the radio played. You hoped it was water resistant.

The pair of you began slow dancing under the rain, while staring deeply into one another's eyes. You beamed under his loving gaze before laying your head on just plastron, letting him guide your movements.

"Hey, honeybun?" he asked, voice cracking a bit more than he would've liked. You glanced up at him, innocence in every batted lash, looking directly into his soul, unknowingly of course. "Uhm, I had planned this to play out differently..." he began, seemingly forgetting his words as fast as they came to him. "I had intended to do this during the meteor shower but..." He broke away form you, leaving you puzzled as you watched him dig through the basket to retrieve something you couldn't see. When he came back to you, he cupped your cheek in his hand, taking a second to adore the way your hair clung to your face, soaked by now. With a deep breath, he lowered himself on one knee.

"Oh my gosh," you gasped, finally understand what's happening.

"(Y/N) (L/N), when you first fell into my life, I was in the midst of my first heartbreak, and it was you that convinced me that I was more than my worth to one person." he paused to take a shaky breath before looking back up at you, more determined that before. You, on the other had you reduced to tears. "Ever since then, you've always been by my side, my number one support, and I want to be there for you, the same way you have me....(Y/N), will you marry me?"

You instantly tackled him, causing him to panic a bit to make sure the ring was secure in his fist. "Yes, yes, a million times, yes!" you peppered his face with joyful kisses, tears streaming down your face as he laughed, holding your left hand and sliding the band onto your finger. You laid against him, fingers curved to the clouds, admiring your new ring. It was a simple one, made of a white metal with a piece of lilac glass in oval cut. It wasn't anything expensive, most likely hand made, but you loved it all the same.

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You carefully sipped your tea before setting it down, the shine of light refracting off your gemstone, catching your attention. You brought your hand closer to your gaze, smiling down at it lovingly. You may be sick now, but to you, a little runny nose is well worth spending the rest of your life with the one you love.

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@thelaundrybitchh

[mccall-muffin]

Love vs. Hate - Part 4 // Joe Liebgott x OC

Previous

Summary: Technical Sergeant Olivia Stark knows the military. Raised in a military family, a graduate of military school and OCS herself, she is transferring from the 82nd Airborne Division to the 101st. Between new friends and what appear to be foes, she becomes a part of Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR.

Warnings: Language

A/N: And we keep going... Number 4 for you, lads.

Here is my Masterlist

Tag List: @brassknucklespeirs

4th December 1942 - Atlanta, GA

When we finally arrive in Atlanta and board the train, Sink is, of course, incredibly proud of us for beating the Japanese. However, that doesn't do much for the blisters on our feet. I exhale deeply as I drop into the seat, and Don sits beside me. "God damn, I'm fucked," I grumble, and Don nods in agreement, "Yep, I couldn't agree more." He pulls off his boots and socks, then rubs his feet. "Jesus, I'm never going to be able to walk again," he says dramatically, and I laugh. Sitting down across from us now are George and Skip, who also look slightly pained. They take off their boots too quickly, and it doesn't take long for a real stench to spread through the train. "Jesus Christ," I grumble, holding my sleeve in front of my nose as I slide down in my seat.

"Get used to it, sweetheart," George grins across from me, and I roll my eyes. "Like you could get used to it. God, my eyes are burning," I say, and the boys laugh. "Here, maybe this will help," Don says, holding out a smoke to me.

Suddenly Vest comes rushing up to me. "Here you go, Sarge," he says and puts a letter in my hand. "And this is from Lieutenant Roush," he continues, handing me a piece of paper. "Thanks, Vest." I briefly skim the lines from Roush, who has sent me the program for the next few days, but then turn to the letter. It is from Tommy, my brother. I sit down on my bed and open the letter.

4th December 1942 - Fort Benning, GA

Finally arriving at Fort Benning, we are assigned to barracks and moved into our beds. Our belongings are already here and lying on our cots. It looks like they assigned them the same way as in Toccoa.

My dearest sister

I hope you are well. Father told me they transferred you because of disagreement in your old company. I hope you don't let them get you down and show them the ropes.

"What's that?" I suddenly hear a voice next to my ear, and Don sits beside me on the bed. "Oh, just a letter from my brother." "Which one? The Marine or the Ranger?" I laugh and look at Don before folding the letter and pocketing it. "The Ranger," I laugh. "I'm guessing Damon is already on a ship somewhere." I stand up and take the paper from Roush again. "Hey, Lip?" I say then and walk towards him. "Yeah?" "Let's round up the guys; I've got news," I say, and he nods before leaving the barracks.

"Okay, 2nd Platoon, school circle in front of the barracks," I call out, and the guys follow me. When we have everyone together, I look at the list. "Lieutenant Roush gave me the program for the next few days. Tomorrow, 0600, breakfast. 0630, the first lessons of jump training begin. In the afternoon, we'll get to know the tools... Until then. Free pass until tomorrow morning." The men cheer and then disperse again. Don immediately puts an arm around my shoulder again. "Well, how does it look, Stark? Are we going out?" I look up at him with a laugh. "What kind of question is that, Donnie?" "Come on! Don't call me that!" "Sorry, Don-nie." He playfully pushes me off him. "You really are the plague sometimes, Liv, you know that?" "I'm well aware of that, Don." "Now go take a shower, you stink," he grins, and I look at him theatrically indignant. Dramatically, I raise a hand and place it on my chest, " Oh my, Donald. How could you say something like that to a lady." "If you see one, let me know, will you?" He grins and heads off to join Skip and the others.

I go back to the barracks and get my shower supplies. As I step outside, First Sergeant Evans approaches me. "Olivia, you're just the person I was looking for," he says, and I look at him, confused. When Evans looks for you, it usually doesn't mean good things. He is Sobel's puppy, after all. "What can I do for you, First Sergeant?" I ask slightly sarcastically, but he doesn't seem to notice, or he's just chosen to ignore it. "Captain Sobel wanted me to inform you that we can no longer provide you with separate showers here. He also said that it's time you got used to it." I look at Evans with raised eyebrows. " Uh-huh," is all I say. Evans eyes me for a moment before nodding and walking away again. "Doggy," I grumble, briefly considering how I will make this work so I can shower in peace.

Then I see Skinny just coming out of his barracks. "Hey, Skinny. Have you seen Don, Skip, or George?" I ask, but he shakes his head. "No, I'm afraid I haven't. They all disappeared earlier. Probably scouting the area. Why?" " Dammit," I curse under my breath. "Well, it looks like I don't have separate showers anymore, and I need someone to stand guard." Skinny eyes me for a moment. "Well... If you want, I could do that," he offers, and I look at him in surprise. "You sure? Surely you have better things to do." "I don't know what. Come on." I consider for a moment. "Fine, but no peeking, okay?" "Promise," he smiles at me, and we walk to the showers together.

I take a deep breath and then grab the pack. "Thanks, Joe!" says Skinny, and then he's already skipping away. "Fuck," I grumble to myself and then light a smoke. My eyes briefly wander to the entrance of the shower barrack, and I can't help myself. I take a step forward and look inside. There I see her. She stands with her back to me and rinses her hair down. I can't see much, just the upper part of her back, but even that is just perfect. What I would give to run my hands over it... 'Jesus Joe, what are you thinking again?!'

Joe POV:

With no real destination, I walk around the shower bar, where I spot Skinny. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I ask, confused. "Oh, I'm just keeping an eye on Liv. She doesn't have separate showers anymore, it seems." I snort and raise my eyebrows. "Well, have fun with that," I say, and I am about to move on when Lipton walks up to us. "Hey, Skinny, Roush is looking for you," he says. "Shit, now?", Skinny asks back, and Lipton nods before continuing on his way. "Fuck," Skinny grumbles. "Hey Joe, can you do me a favor?" I look at him, and what he wants from me quickly dawns on me. "No, oh no. I won't. Do I look like a fucking guard dog?" "Come on, please. I promised Liv I'd keep watch." "Yes, you did, but I didn't." Skinny thinks for a second, then pulls a pack of smokes out of his pocket and holds them out to me. "Please."

Suddenly Liv turns around, and I recoil. I hear the water being turned off, and about five minutes later, Liv comes out of the barracks and stops, faltering, when she sees me. Her long blond hair is still wet, and she has tied it into a side braid, but they wet her fresh OD's again. "Where's Skinny?" she asks me directly, and I try to look at her bored. "He had to go see Roush," I say, and Liv looks around uncomfortably. "And what are you doing here?" she asks me then. "What does it look like I'm doing? Wasting my time." Liv looks at me perplexed, which makes me groan in annoyance. "Skinny asked me to take over to preserve your dignity, Your Majesty." Liv snorts out, then walks past me, annoyed. "You really are an idiot," she grumbles, stomping off to our barracks. "You're welcome, milady. A simple thank you would have been quite enough" I call after her, and she gives me the middle finger.

I shake my head in amusement and watch my best friend excitedly discuss something with Penkala for a moment before taking out my brother's letter. Next to me, Liebgott has also thrown himself onto his bed and is reading his comics. I unfold the letter and start rereading it.

Liv's POV:

Back in the barracks, I throw my things into the box in front of my bed. "What's the matter with you?" I hear Don, who is just coming in. Liebgott enters the room behind him, and our eyes meet briefly. "Nothing," I grumble and sit down on my bed. "Hey, we found a little dance club not far from here," Don says excitedly, and I look at him. "I could have told you that." Don looks at me, confused. "I did graduate from OCS here, silly." "Right... I totally forgot about that. But anyway. Unpack your dancing shoes; we're going dancing."

My dearest sister

I hope you are well. Father told me they transferred you because of a disagreement in your old company. I hope you don't let them get you down and show them the ropes. You are strong, Liv; never forget that!

We were stationed at Camp Pendelton the last time, and I was home briefly when I was furloughed. Mom told me that Cindy is going to the Pacific now. It's not definite with you guys yet, is it? Mom is not happy at all. She fears for all of us. Damon is already somewhere in the Pacific, Cindy will be soon, I'm going to Europe, and you... Who knows where you'll be sent? Definitely behind enemy lines.

Mom was crying. She cried a lot. She also kept asking why we were so stupid and couldn't just stay home like Lily. Lily's pregnant, by the way. Crazy, isn't it? I think Logan was with her briefly a few months ago, and yeah... He's stationed at Pearl Harbor and probably won't be sent away now.

I miss you, Liv. I sincerely hope you are okay. I know you don't like to hear it, but if they make your life hell, you should reach out to Dad. I heard about the paratroopers. The training is supposed to be hard, and the dropout rate is very high.

Stop making a face because I know that's what you're doing now. I'm not saying you're not up to it, Minnie because you are, but I'm suggesting that no one judges you if you decide to put all this behind you.

I'm sorry, I don't like the idea of you going to war with a bunch of men. If anyone touches you, I swear to you, Liv, I'll kick their ass!

Well, enough about me. Write to me as soon as you can, will you?

Tears come to my eyes as I fold the letter back up. It's amazing how well my brother knows me. I wipe my tears away for a moment, stow the letter in my clothes, and then change.

Love you. I'll see you soon.

Tommy

George twirls me around the dance floor for one more song when someone taps him on the shoulder. "May I?" asks Skip, smiling at me. "Sure thing," George says, putting my hand in Skips. "That looked turbulent. You and Luz," Skip laughs, and I nod. "Yeah, I guess George got a little carried away." Skip's dancing style is different from George's. He's calmer and less hyper.

The dance hall is quite crowded, but that does not surprise us. Most of the soldiers still have a free pass until tomorrow morning and, of course, take advantage of this. I'm sitting at a table with Don, Skip, and Penk, drinking my beer when George comes up to us.

"Well, pretty lady? How about a dance?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows as he holds his hand to me. "Well, I put on my dancing shoes for something," I grin and take his hand. George leads me to the dance floor and begins to lead me. It's a short piece which is why George is at first fumbling with how I dance, and when he realizes I'm fully letting him lead me, he starts twirling me around. I laugh out loud. "Wow, George. I had no idea what a wild dancer you were," I laugh. "That's not the only thing I'm wild at, Sweetheart," he grins back, and I shake my head in amusement. "But you're a natural."

After dancing with George, Skip, Penk, Bill, and Joe Toye, I need a break. Out of breath, I sit down next to Don, who grins at me. "Had enough yet?" he asks, and I exhale. "Yep, I need a break. Just George alone almost broke me." "Lucky you saved the best for last," Don grins, and I punch him in the arm. "But of course." I look around. Many soldiers are talking or dancing with young nurses stationed here or local women. "You do know you can dance with someone else, right? Find yourself a pretty girl," I ask Don then, and he nods. "I know, but I can't leave you alone with the vultures, can I?" "I'm a big girl Don. I can take care of myself." "Yeah yeah, I know, sweetheart. Come on, let me make you a deal. We'll dance now, and after that, I'll find a pretty girl and dance with her. Deal?" "Deal."

Don leads me to the dance floor. "Wow, lucky I saved you for last. I don't think my feet will survive another dance after this," I grin and Don gives me a slightly hurt look. "It's not that bad, is it?" "No, I'm just kidding, Donnie. You're quite the dancer." Don unexpectedly whirls me off him and then pulls me to his chest. "Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" he whispers in my ear, and somehow the situation is bizarre right now. Then he whirls me off him again and leads me back to normal. I can't help it and have to laugh. "What was that?" I ask, and he winks at me.

Suddenly the man on the small stage shouts, "Partner swap!" Slightly overwhelmed, I look at Don, who shrugs his shoulders, looks up, and then whirls me on. I land in new arms and falter when I look up. "Great," I mutter. Of course, I've landed in Liebgott's arms with my luck. I didn't even notice that he was also on the dance floor. "Breathe a little, Stark. Jesus, I think your feet are better off with me than with Malarkey." I look at him in surprise. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." And unfortunately, I have to agree with him. Liebgott can dance. "I'll just take your silence as confirmation." Briefly, my gaze wanders to Don, who winks at me and points his head at Liebgott.

I roll my eyes. "Where did you learn to dance like that?" I ask then, not expecting a reasonable answer from him. "My mother... She sent my sisters and me to dance lessons from a very young age. She always said there was nothing more attractive than a man who knew how to dance," he explains, and I'm surprised he's telling me this. "Well, she's not wrong about that," I return, and our eyes meet briefly. Liebgott clears his throat and then looks away from me again. My gaze wanders to my hand in his. Why does this feel so right? I think I see his thumb stroking my hand, but I'm probably just imagining it. God damn it, what is this man doing to me?

Lost in thought, I don't notice that the song has ended, and now a slow song is playing. Liebgott, however, does not seem to intend to let me go and pulls me a little closer. Now I can breathe in his scent, which almost drives me crazy. Inconspicuously, I look around and quickly notice that Don is no longer on the dance floor, and many others have also sat down again. Then I catch a rather unfriendly look from a redhead standing next to the dance floor with her arms folded. When I look back up at Liebgott, I realize that she was probably his dance partner and that he has now just left her standing.

I bite my lips briefly and then smile. Just as he is about to return it, someone approaches us.

"Hey, lovebirds. We're heading out. Are you coming?" George asks, grinning at both of us. We quickly let go of each other, and both look away, embarrassed. "Coming," I say and walk towards the table to grab my things and put on my jacket.

As I step outside, an already grinning Don puts his arm around my shoulders. "Looks like you saved the best for last." "What are you talking about, Malarkey?" I ask, frowning. "Well, you and Liebgott. You don't know how lovely that looked, you in his arms." "Oh, shut up! That was nothing." "It didn't look like nothing to me, sweetheart. I did a great job, didn't I, Skip?" he then asks in the direction of Skip, who is high-fiving him. "You sure did, Malark." "You did that on purpose?" Don grins and shrugs. "Maybe, maybe not." I look at him angrily. "I'll make you pay for that, Malarkey!"

"You'll thank me someday, Stark."

[ikemengoessbrrrrr]

TMNT HIGANBANA

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The sound of people talking accompanied by the background music from the guitars of the buskers, a bustling bar filled with all kinds of people and mutants. Especially a young man sitting at one of the seat with his fingers wrapping arround the glass, smiling with victory.

"Ha! I'm winning again!" Cheers rang out from all sides of the bar followed by grumbling voice from the mouth of the person in front of him, "Uugh, this is already the 134th times!"

"What did you say? Oh yeah I'm the best thank you thank you!" Standing up and walking toward the bartender, "One more glass please, put it to that dude's bill."

While waiting for the bartender to prepare his drink, hazel eyes glanced towards the side where the people were singing and dancing. Step and step following the cheerful song with smiling in their faces, a smile curved on his mouth seeing the good atmosphere. The sound of the glass being placed on the table interrupting his thought,

"Here your drinks sir."

"Ah, Thank yo...u?" His brows furrowed when he saw the two glasses served in front of him. "Umm sir? I only ordered one. What is this?".

The bartender looked at him and simply replied, "Oh, someone left that for you, they said is a reward for your victory." Once again his hearts filled with proud, "Soooo... a fan huh?" eyeing the one big glass, filled with pleasing red colour of wine. He raised the glass and drank it in one gulp, the taste has good balance of sweet and bitterness. His body feels fresh again, maybe this time for him to go home.

"Hey, mustache guy! This is for you!" The young man got up and started to leave, "Don, leave already? don't want to play another round?" The 'mustache guy' calling him, "Nah I'm done, gotta have a lot works to do."

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Footprints imprinted on the ground as Donnie walks through the town to his home, the atmosphere he felt in the bar began to change, pearly blue sky turns dark and gloomy gray, rain threatening to fall. When he arrived at his house, for some reason his head and stomach suddenly hurt really bad. "Uugh... am I getting sick?", hes assuming he just drunk, ignoring his headache because it doesn't seem like a big deal, he sits in front of his desk and continues his work.

Time after time passed, the only noise can be heard is from the machines in that small wooden house. The atmosphere around is getting more chilly and heavy, Donnie glances every now and then feels someone is staring at him. His headache is geeting worst and his body is heavy, he thought to stop for a while but the stubbornness inside him is telling him to just finish it. His eyes returned to his work,but he suddenly stop when a drop of blood falls from his nose.

'Wha-'

A shudder pain from his head making him to droped his tools, his body is getting hotter, head feels like it's about to explode, the last thing he knew before he black out was the sight of red eyes staring at him.

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Donatello ------

Date: 13th/July/1***

Dead cause: Poisoned

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What a poor young man, your life just taken away by people you don't even know

So...

Dear Donatello

Are you ready to go?

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Eeeyyy first tmnt fic I made... This is messy af

This au based on Rise and you can see their profile in <this post>

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

Making paper ornaments with the Turtles:

2k12/Bayverse

"Fold the tab over like this," you instructed the boys, demonstrating on your paper star. You were happy to be there making ornaments with them, giving them a holiday they'd never really done in full before. This was their first experience with a real Christmas, and you wanted it to be memorable. So, you started with the tree.

"Fold it over this way?" asked Mikey as he went ahead and creased it, regardless.

Leo was concentrating in complete silence while he worked on his own paper star. Raph was getting frustrated that he couldn't seem to line the creases up right and that his star was the jankiest, and likewise, Mikey was feeling a bit competitive about it as his were not the best either.

You checked Mikey's work so far and gave him a thumbs up, "Just like that."

"This is impossible," Raph huffed, low-key comparing his star to everyone else's. His fingers perhaps weren't the most dextrous, but he tried anyway, which was all you could ask for. He leaned over and grumbled in annoyance when he saw Leo's star, which was neat and pretty as it was supposed to be. "Of course he's getting it."

Chuckling to yourself, you slid over to Raph and took a seat next to him on the floor. He was still going at the project, fueled by his need to compare to Leo's work, though threatened to drop it all together every time he messed it up. So impatient was he.

"Maybe paper crafts aren't your forte," you said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He was turned partially away, his arms folded, and his eye darted to you upon feeling the touch. You thought for a second. If this was really something he didn't enjoy, you didn't want to force him. So you said, "You're free to go if you don't like it. You tried, that's enough."

He was seriously considering getting up and going back to his room, but then he looked around at his brothers, all having fun and for once, it seemed like Leo wasn't thinking about anything but the moment. And he was right—Leo wasn't thinking about anything but the moment. His mind wasn't on battling or when the next move was going to be made by Shredder and his clan. He was trying to fold his star, he was seeing his brothers having a good time, and was having a good time himself. He softened watching them.

Raph hadn't noticed when your hand left his hard shoulder; he was lost in his own little world for a minute there, just taking all of this in. He settled down and picked the paper back up. "I'm gonna do it," he told you, trying once more at it. You smiled as he continued, but after folding something the wrong way, he looked back at you, sheepish. "I...think I forgot how."

"It's all in the technique, bro," Mikey chimed in from across the circle, already starting his third star. His work wasn't much to look at, but he was having fun—that's what mattered. They would still complete the tree. "Want me to show you how?" Mikey gave him a cheeky grin.

"No," replied Raph. He flashed his younger brother a narrow-eyed look, and Mikey waved it off, muttering for Raph to suit himself.

You showed Raph how to do it again, and finally, he had it. He went from acting too stoic go be doing such things to actually kind of having fun, participating in conversation and laughing along with everyone. Though cold outside and down below, the lair tonight was alight with smiles and playful banter and positive prospects. You couldn't have hoped for a better day.

"How're yours going, Leo?" you asked curiously.

Gaguing by his eyes remaining on his work rather than you, he was quite focused, and he answered, "I think I've got it." He finished the little blue star and handed it to you, admittedly a bit proud that his were better than even Donnie's. "Good, right?"

You stared at his neat, cleanly creased paper and then back at yours, noticing the crinkled points and occasional mistake. Leo really did pick up skills in good time.

"Yeah, actually," you answered, having expected to be the best at the activity.

"And what about yours, Raph?" questioned Leo. He cocked his brow.

Raph bristled, "Mind your own business!"

Splinter walked in and you jabbed at Leo's shoulder with your elbow. He quickly cut it out and rubbed the sore spot, taking up another piece of paper.

"I see you are all having fun," Splinter commented, hands behind back as be stood over the lot of you. After their rough week with almost every night occupied by some kind of trouble, this was a well-deserved break. He thanked you for being there to get their mind off things.

Mikey bounced up from his spot and shoved one of his paper stars in Splinter's face. "See, sensei?!

Splinter's ear twitched and he nudged his son's hand aside, a soft smile present on his face. "And Leonardo is making a...paper shuriken."

In a second, he threw the paper star at his Master, to which he caught between his hands, and Leo laughed. "Nice catch, sensei."

"Wait! A paper throwing star? That's way cooler than this stuff!" Mikey beamed as he tossed away one of his finished pieces. Splinter chuckled and ambled back to the dojo, not before sneaking a couple of pieces of paper under everybody's noses.

Donnie shot Mikey a dirty look and turned back to you with an apologetic smile, "You know him."

The calculative turtle went back to his own project, where he was carefully trying to line up each crease to the tee. His tongue poked out at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated.

"A perfect thirty-five degree angle," he said as he did his last fold, accomplished. He cocked a brow at Leo, "Think you can get this close to perfection?"

"You're on," Leo answered with a smirk.

You checked on Mikey next, who was struggling on his yet again. You hated to see him behind everyone else, so you sat down at his side and said, "Need any help?"

"Nope," he responded. He was going at his paper with vivacity, and curious, you took a closer look. He'd strayed from the original star blueprint abd to some kind of wacky creation of abstract lines and weird angles. He'd even scribbled on it at some point with blue marker that you couldn't find even find now. He smiled in triumph and held it out for everyone to see. "I call this one a mutant star. See the mutagen oozing all over it?"

Donnie saw Mikey's odd creation and thought about how his brother was quite imaginative. Donnie could admire his more abstract approach to things; a quality Donnie oftentimes lacked. He was smart, but he had his pitfalls. "Let me try that," he said finally. He motioned for Mikey to hand him his piece.

"I know how to do it," Raph snickered as he crumbled up his half-finished star, throwing it at Donnie's head. It hit him square in the face. Donnie squeezed the paper in his hand hard, irked, and was about to fireball it back at his brother when something flew from the dojo and hit Raph right in the temple.

There Splinter was at the entrance of the dojo, holding a paper shuriken in his hand. He chuckled under his breath and slunk back into the room.

"As I was saying," Donnie cleared his throat, "I'm gonna try to make this...mutant star."

Mikey leaned in real close to Donnie's side, "You can try, but it'll never be the same..."

Brandishing both a bored look and his staff, he pushed Mikey away with it and went back to trying his hand at the new technique.

The entire project derailed from where it had started. But delightfully so—the night went on and eventually, it was time to wrap it up.

The boys were still expected to do their nightly patrol, so it was time for you to go, yourself. You didn't live too far, but you were family, now, and they weren't going to let you wander home in the dark alone. As you gathered up your stuff, Leo approached you with that gentle smile.

"Thanks for the night, y/n," he said, glancing back at the rest of his brothers as they dispersed within the lair to go do their own things until it was time for patrol. "We...haven't really done anything like this before."

You pulled your bag over your shoulder. "I had a lot of fun," you replied warmly, noting the appreciation in Leo's voice. "See you later?" You slipped your shoes on.

"I'm going to escort you home this time. Just to make sure you get there alright." There was a pause, and he added with an awkward laugh, "Can't be too sure with all of these mutants roaming around these days, right?"

"Right. Thank you, Leo."

Before you left, the boys helped you assemble the small fake tree they'd found discarded outside, and when all of you were done putting in your contribution, you took a step back. It was wonderfully unique, paper stars and shuriken and amalgamate creations decorated the tree rather than tradition. The boys were going to make their first true Christmas their Christmas, and as all of you stood back and admired the work, everyone was content. Life with them was beautifully strange.