#it’s been itching the brainworms and now I want to write my own

[lucicada]

Been re-reading the few (Aphmau) MCD/DSMP crossover fics that exist only to log onto tumblr to find out apprently the MCD fandom is popping off?

I picked the right time to get in my MCD feels. Now I just need to find the time and will power to rewatch the whole series

[saspas-library-of-craziness]

So I had to write this and get the brainworm out of my head. As I wrote it, I imagined Raph and reader being in a QPR. You'll see and then agree.

Word count: 771

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Raph is a pretty big guy- actually scratch that, he's never seen anyone bigger than him. So when you decided you wanted to be crushed, he was very startled. The day went a little like this-

You walk into the lair, dragging your feet.

"Oh hey Y/N!" Mikey called from the kitchen.

"Mmm," you mumble as you unshoulder your backpack and flop onto the couch.

"You alright?" Mikey walks over in front of you. You groan loudly into the cushion, and you practically hear Mikey frown.

"Raph! Y/N's here!"

There's a loud bang from the bathroom down the hall before Raph emerges, looking mildly disheveled.

You can't help but chuckle from where you'd turned your head to peek at him. The turtle looks like he just got out of the shower. Your face flushes as he stares at you, turning back into the cushion.

"Is everything alright, Y/N?"

You groan into the cushion again, louder. A few seconds pass, before Raph's telltale footsteps draw close and you're scooped into muscled arms.

"Bleghh," you loll your head dramatically, grinning lightly at your captor. He chuckles, a deep rumble that always manages to warm you.

He begins trudging to his room, leaving Mikey behind. Nudging the door open with his foot, he settles you comfortably on his bed.

"You're off today," he murmurs. You shrug. "It's been an off day."

It's true. Nothing particularly bad or uncomfortable happened today, yet you'd felt itchy in your own skin. It had eased with the physical contact Raph was so generously giving you, but now that he's hovering near you on the bed, the feeling is creeping back.

Raph turns and grabs something off one of his floating shelves, and holds it out to you.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

He has a singular penne-shaped pasta between his fingers, and you choke on a laugh.

April had come down with food supplies to teach Mikey how to cook something other than pizza, and the first night was chicken Alfredo, with penne pasta. Mikey ended up spilling the box of pasta across the kitchen, and they had to salvage what they could. A week later, Raph found a singular pasta under the couch, and kept it for some reason? And every time he presents it to you, you can't help but laugh at the origin story.

When you're done hacking up a lung, you settle on the bed, looking at the cracks in the ceiling. "I'nno, there's just this weird itch that's been bothering me."

Now Raph looks confused. "Can you not reach it? Is it your back? Or," he asks seriously, "is it one of those ones that moves when you try to scratch it?"

"No, it's, like, my whole body. Dunno why."

Raph pouts, flopping across your legs and stomach (carefully, of course. He's aware of his mass).

A second goes by.

And then your breath stutters.

The pressure is like warm lightning spreading down your stomach and legs, soothing the aches and the itch.

"Um, Raph?" You begin hesitantly. He lifts his head from your stomach, ever so innocently looking at your face.

"Can you come up here?" You pat your chest, unable to look at his eyes longer.

"Awoh, Y/N, I can't. I'd hurt ya."

You sigh, closing your eyes as he settles back on your stomach.

A few minutes pass.

"Hey Raph?"

"Yea doll?"

"Come 'ere." You wave him forward, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he pulls himself over you, face hovering above yours. You open your eyes to meet his. He looks almost... nervous.

You reach up to gently cup his head with both hands.

Then he yelps as you clunk your forehead against his.

"Raphael, I need to be crushed this instant."

His eyes widen as you stare him down, centimeters apart. He swallows, and opens his mouth, to protest most likely, but you add, "Please."

He holds your gaze for another moment, sighs, and slowly moves his head to your collarbone.

"If anything is uncomfortable-"

"I'll make sure you know, I know the drill, mate."

He finally settles, fully draped across you, and you feel like you can breathe a little easier, despite the massive turtle currently crushing you. In fact, you've all but melted into the bed, mind blissfully blank.

Minutes pass, and you're on the edge of dozing off when you hear yourself murmur, "Deep pressure therapy."

"Hm?" Raph perks up a little.

"'s deep pressure therapy. Tha's wha's goin' on."

You hope you get your point across because you're really fucking tired and warm and comfortable and the world is already dark and ope. You're asleep.

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I'm considering writing a part two for Raph's perspective as well. Hope you enjoyed, and if you see any errors, no you don't

Also: @serendipitouslyjayus247

[hornime]

Inkie Winky~

so... i’ve been wanting to make jjk content, like fanart right? but ghhhhh i’m so bad at organizing!! i want to have a youtube channel where i make my own ~inspired merch~ but um. idk idk

what advice do u have for someone who doesn’t know where to start? like do you write goals down?

kiss kiss ty queen ily

HI HI!!!!!!

first of all, i’d just say go for it. a half-baked idea is still an idea and hey! you don’t lose anything if you don’t meet whatever expectations you have for yourself. i can really only give tips based on, like, this blog so my advice (if you can call it that, or just incessant rambling) might not translate. but let’s give it a shot :D

1) if you have expectations, that’s great! but don’t let them dictate your “journey”. for instance, i wasn’t really expecting anything when i started this blog. i posted my first fic at like two in the morning and went to bed and got like 40 notes when i woke up, and now i have almost 3.7k followers. it was totally random and super exciting, and although i wasn’t an overnight sensation on tumblr, i started something new. in my opinion, it’s better to let yourself enjoy something new (like creating a youtube channel!) and playing around with it before making goals for yourself.

2) do what you want first, try not to be swayed to please others. my first fic probably wasn’t the most appealing thing to the masses. the reason it was so gratifying to post it was that it was something i wanted to write. and that’s very very important—even among writers on this site, a lot of us can lose motivation when pieces that we really like don’t get all the notes we want them to. it’s very very easy to either start shifting what you write to please an audience or give up altogether. that’s why i think it’s super important to start off doing something for yourself before you take fame or recognition into account.

3) have some ideas before you get started! i feel like creating a new account with nothing to get started with is the equivalent of staring at a blank document with writer’s block: it sucks. when i started this blog, i had a bunch of different concepts that i was itching to get written. in your case, i’d say have some sketches or general brainworms of the kind of content you’d want to create! that makes the beginning (which is usually pretty rough) a lot easier for you to handle and also helps you remember why you started doing what you do in the first place :)

ANYWAY THAT WAS LITERALLY JUST ME RAMBLING BUT I REALLY REALLY HOPE IT HELPS <33 when you make your account, send me the url PLEASE!!!!