#my other thought is that the turtles like… became human for a day or something

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hey! Hope you are having a good day/night. But you think you could write a fic of reader has a crush on donnie.reader gets jelous over donnie because she thinks he's still obsessed with April. Maybe leading to a fluffy or smutty ending. Any donnie is okay I don't mind. If you do this thanks!♡

Are You Still Into Her? (Mild Angst/Fluff)

Fortnite!Donatello x reader

A/N: I gave the lucky wheel a spin and it landed on Fortnite!TMNT! It was surppossed to be a smut, but as I made my way through, a mild angst to fluff started to make more sense. I struggled with this one for a bit though, and then as soon as I had the momentum going, my Inbox decided to swallow up a large amount of my requests. Luckily I managed to make it work, and finally this one is ready. Hope you’ll enjoy💜

Warnings: None💜

“(Y/N), can you hand me the screwdriver?”, Donnie asked, not taking his eyes from the project in front of him. At the sound of Donnie saying your name, you quickly straightened up in your seat, hastily looking around you to find the screwdriver, before handing it to Donnie.

“Thank you”, he said, shooting you a quick smile before returning his attention to the loose screws before him.

“No problem”, you mumbled, feeling your cheeks grow hot with a light shade of pink, causing you to look away, in the hopes that Donnie wouldn’t notice. It was almost embarrassing that him thanking you with a smile, was enough to make you blush. But that’s what you get for crushing on one of your best friends, without having the courage to tell him. But you had your own reasons for not doing so, even though you really wanted to. The best way to describe your predicament was to say that there was something in the way, making it very hard to tell Donnie exactly how you were feeling, without possibly getting rejected. It was enough to make your stomach turn in frustration and jealousy whenever you thought about it. Fiddling with your fingers, turning back and forth in your office chair, you felt yourself getting restless at the thought. And sadly, this kind of nervousness and restlessness only became more and more common whenever you were around Donnie. As if the sight of him only reminded you of what you couldn’t have, and how he was willing to give it all away to someone else.

And as you sat there and watched Donnie work, feeling yourself getting eaten up by your own self pity and longing for the mutant turtle in front of you, his phone lit up with the name of that someone else, buzzing in order to get his attention.

“Just a moment”, Donnie said, laying the screwdriver down and reaching out for his ringing phone. “It’s April”.

You only nodded, finding it easier not to say anything whenever Donnie brought up the name of the other human girl in his life. It was really a shame, because April was really a nice girl. You had hung out with her on several occasions, and had honestly found her enjoyable to be around. Then it was no wonder that Donnie had started liking her much more than a friend. You would never forget the day where Donnie confided in you, and told you about his slowly growing crush on April. Up until that point, you had had so much hope for the possibility of you and Donnie possibly figuring something out someday. But after that day, all you could see was how Donnie would follow April around whenever she was nearby, or the many glances he would throw her way, even as he was talking to you. It was honestly disheartening to be around, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart break a little each time. And even though it had been a year ago, it still fueled some frustration and jealousy inside of you, causing that dreadful feeling each and every time.

Donnie picked up the phone and greeted April with a cheerful voice, asking her why she was calling. You looked away, trying not to listen as Donnie and April spoke, even though all you could hear was Donnie’s end of the line. You tried not to think of what Donnie might be feeling at that moment. Was he happy that April called? Would he much rather be spending time with her instead of you? It was a horrible thing to think about, but you just couldn’t help it. Even when you tried to ignore it, it was always right there, right in your face, almost taunting you.

“Sorry about that”, Donnie said, placing the phone back on the table, before picking up the screwdriver once more. “April just had to give me an update”.

“An update?”, you asked, growing your brows. “About what?”

“Oh, you haven’t heard?”, Donnie asked, giving you a short look over his shoulder. “April and Casey are dating now. She promised to tell me how their first date went, and well, it seems like it’s going to be a thing now”.

You stared confused at Donnie, almost unable to fully register what he was telling you. April had started dating Casey. And here was Donnie, telling you about it while working on his latest project. Heck, he had even sounded happy while talking with April on the phone. But was he happy? Was he okay? Or was he just really good at hiding his pain? Just like you had been doing for almost a year now.

“And are you… okay with that?”, you asked, almost hesitantly.

“Yeah? Why shouldn’t I be?”, Donnie answered you, not looking away from the wires in his hands.

“Well, I just thought… because… are you still into her, Donnie?”, you asked, leaning slightly forward.

“Oh, that”, Donnie said, leaning back in his chair. “No, not really. I haven’t thought about her like that in a long time”.

“Since when?”

“Well, since I told her I liked her, and she said she liked Casey”, Donnie said, finally looking your way with a small smile.

“When was that?”, you asked, absolutely shocked.

“The same week I told you about it”, Donnie said, his fingers playing with the armrest.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“Uhm, no. I guess not”, Donnie said a bit sheepishly. “I guess I’ve been kind of embarrassed by it, so I just decided to not tell you”.

“Well, okay”, you said, still slightly taken aback. “But you two fingered it out?”

“Yeah, April has actually been very cool about it. We talked it through, everything was cool. I actually wingman her and Casey together. She asked me to help her a few weeks ago”, Donnie said. “She promised me that if I helped her, she would in turn help me with…” Donnie suddenly got silent, his eyes widening when he realized what he was about to say. You cocked your brow at him.

“Help you with what?”

Donnie hesitated, becoming restless in his chair. He licked and bit his lip, searching for the right words before he spoke. “She would in turn help me as a wingman”.

At this point you found yourself getting irritated with Donatello. Here you had been feeling horrendous whenever you were around April - both because of your feelings towards Donnie and your jealousy regarding his feelings for April, and the pure shame you felt due to your jealousy towards April - only to find out that Donnie haven’t actually had romantic feelings towards April for several months, and that he in fact had romantic feelings towards someone else and never told you. What kind of friend was Donnie supposed to be?

“You have feelings for someone other than April and you never told me?!”, you exclaimed.

“No, I guess I didn’t”, Donnie said almost sheepishly, fiddling with his fingers.

“Donnie, I’m your friend”, you said, almost sounding hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why does it matter?”, Donnie asked, shooting you a quick look, he himself seemed more and more nervous by every question you directed at him. He suddenly didn’t seem very happy about your questioning, as if he was an animal being cornered.

“Because, you’re my friend, Donnie”, you said, feeling yourself grow hesitant before you said the next words, discomfort at the thought of actually doing it. “And I would like to help you”.

Donnie looked back at you, uneasy surprise written all over his face. “You do?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding your head. What was most important to you? Helping your friend be happy, or stay in ignorant bliss, knowing it was just a matter of time before he would get with someone else. Someone he didn’t see as just a friend.

“I would”.

Donnie gave you a small smile before looking back down at his hands, watching as his fingers fiddled with each other. He was very nervous, yet trying his best to hide it. But you knew your friend. He couldn’t hide these kinds of things from you, no matter how hard he might try to.

“I don’t know if they like me like that though”, Donnie said, sounding a little beaten down. “They’ve never seemed to… see me that way”.

You were taken aback by Donnie’s statement. How could he say such a thing? How could anybody not like him as more than just a friend? One thing was April, but now you found it to be more of a relief than anything else.

“What makes you say that?”, you asked.

“It’s just a feeling”, Donnie said, shrugging his shoulders. “Or maybe it’s a fear. I’m not fully sure”.

“A fear?”, you asked. “Of what?”

Donnie chuckled. “Other than the fear that they won’t like me too? Maybe the fear that I will lose them if I tell them how I feel”.

“Lose them? How come?”

“Well, we’re pretty good friends”, Donnie said, chewing a little on his bottom lip. “And I fear that if I was to tell them how I felt, that it would somehow push us apart”.

“But Donnie, are you really so sure they won’t be interested in you?”, you asked, feeling bad for your friend. It didn’t matter how much you wished it was you he would talk about in such a manner, you just wanted your friend to be happy at this point.

“What do you mean?”, he asked, his brow muscles pushing together in a frown.

“Well, you are you Donnie”, you said, trying to find the words as you spoke. “You are an amazing and absolutely wonderful guy, and they would be a fool not to see that. If they can’t see what amazing and wonderful person that is standing in front of them, then are they even worth it? There’s literally no one like you in this world, and any person would be blessed to find themselves with you. I would go so far as to say that I too would feel blessed. A person would be absolutely blind not to-”. With a small sound of surprise, you found yourself being cut off by Donnie’s lips against your, his hands on your cheeks in order to hold your head steady.

After a few seconds of surprise you relaxed against Donnie, kissing him back with your hands holding onto his arms. You could feel him smile against you as he turned his head a little further to the side, allowing the kiss to deepen a bit further.

You pulled from each other, looking each other in the eyes with baited breath, Donnie waiting for whatever your reaction might be, feeling himself getting more and more nervous.

“So”, you finally said, trying to contain the growing happiness within you, almost unable to sit still on your chair. “I take it that I’m the friend you were talking about”.

“Yeah”, Donnie said, breathing out a small laugh in relief. “That’s why I didn’t tell you much”.

“But what made you comfortable enough to kiss me?”

“It was the way you started talking about me, like you actually cared about me in that way”, Donnie said. “Am I right to assume you like me like that?”

You almost laughed out loud, feeling months worth of suppressed feelings blossoming, finally allowed some room to move around, and make their way out from deep within.

“Oh, you have no idea”, you ended up chuckling, before pulling him in for another kiss.

[kyotosummer]

I have one question for the Rise!Fandom that’s been burning me alive for a while:

Why does Casey Jr. look so much like Lou Jitsu?!

[acesgarden]

Tmnt mutant mayhem with a human sister reader (only but a year younger) with some fluff and a bit of hurt/comfort. Taking place after the movie where the groups starts high school, but the reader is having a hard trying to fit in with other humans.

Mutan Mayhem request! I’m so sorry anon but my brain gave up like halfway though but i finish to finish 💪 pushed through and after like almost a month it’s done haha. I kinda hated this one i’m so sorry again 😭

Last of this format btw </3

Type ->

Headcanons

Pairing ->

Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo + GN!Reader (separate)

Warning(s) ->

Insecurities, and grammar mistakes. Ooc(???)

Summary ->

You and your brothers go to school, but being raised by mutants you are struggling to fit in.

Masterlist

You are a human raised by mutants. And the only one your dad ever seemed to trust.

Growing up to think humans were bad- well except for you. There was always an exception for you.

And after we meeting April, taking down Superfly and finally starting highschool—maybe—other humans weren’t so bad.

Or so you thought because fitting it just didn’t click as easy as it did for the others.. and people weren’t as welcoming to you as you and your brothers would’ve believed.

Leonardo

He isn’t the first to pick up something’s amiss with you. But second.

He’s your eldest brother, grew up watching you develop your personality and quirks, knowing how you act, what you like, the commonality of your body language.

He’d pick up something off shortly.

He first notices something’s up with you when you become more reserved even to them, even in the littler ways.

You seemed more nervous if not completely anxious at school.

At first he thought you were having a rough few days, but the longer it went on the more concerned became.

So he confronted you.

Leo had always been protective of his siblings, you especially with both being the youngest and the only human of them. He searched for you high and low, finding you in one of the more quiter places of school. The library.

“Hey you, whatcha doing in here?”

“Oh- Leo, i’m just uh.. looking at books?” You grab at a random book and open it.. upside down.

“Sure..” Leo corrected the book, sitting beside you, obviously worried. “If something’s up you can talk to me.”

You didn’t look at him, but he offered you a shoulder and accepting, you leaned on it. Sitting in silence for awhile like that.

“How did you guys do it..?”

“What do you mean?”

“…Fit in.”

“Fit- is someone doing something to you? Are they hurting you? bullying you-?”

“No no! I just.. I dont think I fit in—or that people like me—I mean you’re heroes! You saved the city and i’m just here? The turtles human sibling, You’re little sibling.”

Leo turned holding your hands in his. “You are absolutely a hero! You got all those people out of those buildings, ones superfly would’ve sent crumbling and crushing all those civilians. You might not have taken him down but you saved lives. Don’t you ever forget that.” He pulled you into a hug. One you reciprocated.

“Love you, Leo.”

“Love you to.”

Leo made sure you were never left out after that.

Boasting about all you did to save people, saying his cool his little sibling is, etc.

Raphael

He loves you all, just in his own Raph way.

Like Leo as your older brother he grew up watching you become you.

But he’d notice around the time you weren’t coming to sparing, and even when you did there isn’t a lot of effort. You don’t show up to his wrestling matches like his brothers and dad.

You were always so supportive of him and of all of your brothers for that matter.

They would search for you but couldn’t find you anywhere. It scared his brothers on occasion, including him but he’d always put on a brave face.

He becomes even more worried when you start becoming distant to all of them.

Raphael finally went to go confront you about it after a week of it.

He scoured the hallways trying to find you, you’d been leaving earlier and earlier to get to school. He left earlier to find you, alone where there weren’t a lot a of people around. Then he found you in the hallway.

And you were by yourself, holding your phone as you just.. stared.

“Hey?” Your turtle brother sat beside you, scaring you and you hide your phone.

“Hey- uh hey raph, raphael, raphala, rapha-“ he gave you a look. You both sat there for a second. Just in each other’s company before Raph spoke up.

“Listen, i’m cutting to the chase. What’s going on?”

“What- what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, you’ve been avoiding us. Distant, Somethings going on and you can’t avoid talking about it anymore.” He looked at you with seriousness, that fighting spirit of his wasn’t going to let you get away easily.

You look away from him, phone falling from your hand, landing face up. You hadn’t been hiding it, so what did you expect. Them to not pick up on it?

“You don’t gotta tell me everything, just something so I know how to help. Kay?” Raph and emotional vulnerability were two things you didn’t see together often.

You pick up your phone and show it to him, you talk as he looks over the articles you had pulled up. All articles about them.

“I think it’s great, the articles. I’m proud. of all of you. For saving the city, and our home. Everyone celebrated you and you deserve it.”

Raphael looked at you, not knowing where this was going.

“I.. do others- They all love you and I try to talk to students and make friends, but they always ask me about you guys.”

Raph had watched you help countless humans that day, yet you let them have all the praise and credit. He hadn’t noticed why.

“They dont know what they’re missing out on. You’ll find the right people who like you for you, and just not because you’re our little sibling.” Raph pulled you into a side hug. And you both sat there until school started.

Donatello

Donnie would see the signs, even if he’s a bit arrogant and sarcastic he definitely cares for all of you, no question asked. Your all his siblings the people he grew up with.

So when he starts noticing the distancing early.

Idk maybe he saw you in one of his animes or shows or smth and was like ‘oh.. OH.’

He’d confront you during lunch.

He had searched the library, cafeteria, and courtyard for you. Yet you just weren’t there, so he knew of only one more place to look.

There you were, he had a feeling he’d find you in your favorite teachers classroom. So he walked on in and sat at the desk closet to you. He looked at you.

“Oh! Donnie- hi. You okay..?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Are you ok?”

You sat there knowing but not at the same time what he meant.

“What do you mean? I’m fine.”

“Then why are you avoiding us? You don’t usually miss our anime binges! You’ve missed like three new episodes of anime.”

You nod, you had and didn’t realize.

“What’s going on.”

You look up at him and it all falls out, the insecurity of being around other humans, the way they make you feel, the way you try. But you just don’t fit in, not like how they do it.

Donnie looks at you and pulls you into a hug.

“Youre like Deku, you just gotta do it and don’t give up.”

Michelangelo

He as the youngest is most likely the brother you are closest too and not just in age.

He would notice the changes and made plans to confront you.

But this is a different case, you seek out Mikey rather than him confronting you.

You and Mikey had stayed before one day at the house while everyone went out to do their own stuff. You found him in your brothers room.

He’s scribbling in a notebook, likely comping up with something for his improv club. You walk up at sat beside him.

Mikey notices immediately and put his attention on you.

“What’s up?”

“How do you know if others like you?” You pulled your legs in and rested your head on your knees. Looking at him.

“Are people being mean to you?”

“No- not really I just. I don’t think I fit in with them. Not like you guys..” You say recalling all your attempts to make friends and reach out. You felt embarrassed about that.

“If it helps we could try improving something to help you?”

“Yeah.. I’d like that.” You smiled as you both got to work.

[aesfocus]

TW: ANIMAL DEATH

A tiny little celebration and recounting of this lil old lady, who passed away yesterday april 22 2024, 6 years to the day her adopted sister left the world.

Read on to learn about her adoption story and some of her fav things!

I made sure she had a comfortable lovely weekend, but she let me know it was time.

So who was Turtle?

In Aug 2010 I went to a local shelter and adopted 2 kitties. One a kitten we named Genki, and another a 1+ year old mystery owner surrender they named Hello Kitty.

She saw us and started yelling and slamming herself on the glass to show us how to pet her. She snugged onto my lap immediately in the little private room to meet her and I was in love instantly.

But back at home she was very scared. She hid under the couch for three days only peaking her head out to eat some food and then she went back in. This would be the last time in her life she would be shy, but I didn't know it so I named her...

Alligator Snapping Turtle; Turtle!

She quickly became my shadow. Clinging to me night and day. She would jump onto the back of my chair, lay on my back and slowly slide down towards my butt. She did this so frequently she managed to break the chair, eventually. After that all my chairs have been bought with more room for her to snug me. For a whole decade.

If someone visited, she would insist they hold her, or she'd sleep on them in their sleep. She once was held through a 3 hour long DnD session by someone she had just met; she loved people. Loved being pet, but above all, she adored me.

She had a specific meow for me, she spent every single night for nearly 14 years in between my legs, and unfortunately, as she got older she got separation anxiety real bad. She would cry and cry for about an hour each time I left. (I rarely do as I no longer work but even a trip to the grocery store did not leave her happy!) I know this because my husband had plenty of videos of her standing at the door hoping I would return.

No matter what I did in the house there she was.

But lets back up a moment, remember that bit about owner surrender? That intake form was interesting. with questions like "What is your pets favorite toy?" came answers like 'small glove'. She spent at least a year in someone with 7 children's garage. They fed her 'cheep food' and knew very little about her past other than they found her about a year prior. No judgements to them, but this girl was a lap cat to end lap cats. You would pick her up and move her to stand and she'd jump right back into your lap. She's dig her claws in if she thought you were trying to leave. She wanted the warmth god damn it!

Here is her on top my husband. Human's were good options.

Heat vent? Also a great option.

She would, when I worked, stay in bed in the covers right where I left her until I came home from work, all nice and cozy.

She loved it when my husband worked from home, gave her ample time to try and fry his laptop during his breaks or lunches.

But her fav place was on top of me. I set up my desk just for her actually! This big living room chair was purchased so she could always be near me.

Because the previous snug situation was not cutting it!

Here she is on the chair I bought for us.

She was never very photogenic, because she saw my hand and wanted pets. If I wasn't petting her she'd cry and show me how to pet her with her paws, or she'd flop around or rub herself on something and look up at me like 'come ooooonnn you know the good spots.'

Or she would do a 'turkey twerky'(where cats twitch their tails and step from foot to foot rapidly in excitement).

Her fav toy it turned out was not a 'small glove' but in fact the simple spring. Yellow was her fav color of the springs, but past that any small bit of plastic she could chase around and yell at was great. She was a very loud little lady!

I sang her a song daily for about ten years;

"Her name is turtle! and she's a turtle! And she's got a lot to say!"

after which she'd generally make a BIG meow and I'd give her tons of attention. Because she was my lil baby girl.

But her all time fav thing, beside me of course, was going outside. She didn't get to much as I believe in, and have, indoor only cats, but on special nice days we'd go outside and she'd gets some nice supervised time with the grass. (She made the other cats jealous because only she was let outside without a harness, but that's because if she wasn't in about a 2 foot radius of me she'd come back and yell at me to follow/I was able to out run her.)

Last year I had her shaved, because she was a fat cat who was struggling with cleaning herself so we were going to get on a rotation of shaving and baths and brushing to make sure she stayed nice and clean...

But unfortunately she began to drop in weight very quickly, the primary sign something was very wrong.

She was adopted on the same day as Genki, and six years to the day she passed on the same day as her sister. Genki lost a very long fight with a fungal pneumonia in 2018 and our hearts shattered and then yesterday they did it again.

If Turtle was my heart, my little shadow, then Genki was my husband's.

Turtle was such an amazing good friend, I have so many memories of her and it doesn't seem real that she's gone. But I wanted to keep this light, and positive, and so I will end it with, adopt.

Don't shop, adopt. You never know who is waiting for you in a shelter, what kind of very full wonderful life you can provide each other! Hello Kitty became Turtle and she knew that name, she'd come running any time I called, she was my very best friend and I miss her so fucking much.

[rxborne]

One foot in front of the other.

I tend to pace. It’s become something of a habit. Whenever my brain feels cluttered or upon reaching critical levels of stress I pace. I pace around the small supplement shop that I work in, taking thousands of steps around and around, walking in a circle like a bear or some other kind of proud animal who has been imprisoned in a zoo, an animal that was always king of its respective ecosystem, never meant to be subjugated to anything other than death in the hunt or of lack thereof. It’s unnatural. I am bound in restraints. I am a creature displaced from his habitat, by my own doing mostly. When I am home, I pace throughout my neighborhood, walking on paths that weave in and out of the forest, teasing my brain with the illusion of a return to nature, an escape. I listen to Scriabin with wired headphones, one ear off so that I may hear the rustling of leaves, the song of the birds, the water moving through the pathetic little stream that was once great but has been made small and dry most of the year due to its source being subverted to make way for new construction. I don’t look down upon it for these things, I understand what that is like. I used to look forward to going to this bridge that passed over the stream at its widest so that I could look down upon all the different wildlife, snakes and turtles mostly. I haven’t seen anything alive in there in months. Still every time that I pass over this bridge I stop and search it for a sign of these little animals I had made friends with, and upon the nearly certain disappointment of finding nothing, I continue pacing around. Maybe they became jaded with the state of things and returned to a place that felt like home. I have long struggled with understanding the concept of home. 

I have lived many different places but everywhere I have stayed for more than a brief visit I have ended up feeling like that bear in captivity. I am aware of how cliché this type of thought is. I don’t feel sorry for myself, I simply recognize the pattern of my own emotions. I often wonder if maybe the type of place, the type of people I could surround myself with, has simply ceased to exist, maybe even long before my birth. I try to discard this kind of thinking, all that it does is begin the great downwards spiral. The world is quite large and has 8 trillion or billion people I don’t know which one it is. It’s quite possible that my home rests upon the peak of some great mountain, or down on the sands of a glittering beach. At times I believe that I will never know unless I scour the earth, pacing up and down every single place that I think might make my heart sing and my spirit soar.

You hear all the time that you will never be happy or content until you have your “mission”. Up to this point in my life it feels that my life has been made up of bearing various yokes, once again mostly self-imposed. So much clutter and slop, it feels as if my mission has been lost under this black pile of spiritual refuse. But I think that you cannot seek this mission out. Just like how they say that you cannot seek true love out, it must come to you, and you must claim it when it does appear, lest you find yourself out of luck for the next decade until it reappears, maybe forever. It is one of the cruel ironies of life. If you search for something so hard that it consumes you, you are fated to roam the earth for the rest of your days searching, left with want and unfulfilled desire up until you close your eyes for the last time. Maybe home will come to me if I simply forget about the cage that I pace in. Maybe true love will appear like an apparition in the night, whisking me off to paradise. But I don’t think that’s how things work. I must become true love; I must become the human embodiment of paradise. I must pray and become so mindful of every single molecule that makes up my body and mind and how they can affect that which surrounds me that I ascend and become pure light, illuminating the path forward, forever ending this ceaseless pacing.

One day I will disappear and maybe somebody will wonder what has become of me, not having a single clue until they step outside in the morning to grab their coffee or head to a job and feel the warmth of my light washing over them, filling their heart to the brim with the hope of a new day begun. They will immediately recognize this warmth as the same warmth that they enjoyed when held in my embrace and shared a laugh. I will have become pure love & joy. A reminder that in every new day is a new life. I will have found my home.

I will have become the sun.

[yume-chin]

I wish you all the best

Since I wrote Leo I think now it's Donnie's turn, my favorite turtle (along with Raph in the bayverse and rise versions)

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Request: No

Warning: Just a little angst and bad English

Genre: She/her

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Pov: Donatello saw you from the cameras in the company of another boy and all his fears and insecurities came to the surface.

Version: Bayverse / 2014/2016

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You haven't heard from your boyfriend for a week. That's right. You've been in a stable relationship for a year, or at least that was what you thought, with a mutant turtle named Donatello.

All this time your relationship had been booming until that fateful evening.

As often happens, you spent the whole afternoon with your boyfriend and his brothers and you were spending a day together like any other.

Michelangelo was completely immersed in his video games in the living room, Leonardo was immersed in his beloved meditation inside the Dojo, Raphael was busy with his usual workouts in the weight room and you and Donatello were in his room to keep him company while he was engaged in a of his new inventions.

Suddenly, however, your attention was captured by the ringtone of the phone. Your phone.

As soon as you read the name on the screen your eyes widened and you answered in the blink of an eye.

"Yes? Ready?"

"What?! Truly?!"

"I am coming!"

You closed your cell phone and turned to Donnie.

"Honey I have to go home"

"Did something serious happen?"

“No, no, nothing serious. Family reunion"

Donatello stood there looking at you without saying anything. He just greeted you with a kiss on the temple.

"Then I'm going, we'll talk later love" and you were out of his room.

You also greeted Mikey because he was in the hall, where you have to pass to go to the exit and then you walked along the leaf until you reach the manhole and exit.

In a hurry you ran home where you found your cousin N/c waiting for you.

You hadn't seen him for months as he had left to study abroad for a year in Italy.

You have mutually decided to go for a walk through the streets of New York at night.

In all of this, however, there was a problem, a problem you hadn't even noticed.

A specific mutant tortoise, much loved by you, was keeping an eye on you thanks to the countless surveillance cameras he hacked.

And if this could already be seen as a problem, the fact that the turtle had misunderstood the whole situation was added.

And while you were finishing that walk in peace, your boyfriend had begun to raise many doubts and insecurities.

After that evening you wrote to Donnie but got no reply. Tried and tried but still no response.

And so a week passed. A week in which anxiety and fear had taken over your body.

So you decided, that afternoon after school, to go to the turtles. You wanted to know the reason for this departure from the purple turtle.

You walked in and immediately locked eyes with Mikey, who was there looking at you as if he had just seen a ghost.

"What are you doing here?"

You stood looking at him confused

"What do you mean? Can't I be here?"

"Didn't find a new boyfriend?"

"Huh?"

“That human you went out with the last night we saw each other”

You stood there looking at him again until everything became clearer to you.

"Hate! That's why Donnie doesn't talk to me anymore! What a mess… it was all a big misunderstanding!”

"In what sense?"

“The guy I went out with that night was my cousin. He had returned after a year spent in Italy and so we went out for a walk to be together and to tell each other about the latest news, nothing more!”

"What? Serious dude?”

"Yes, I'm serious!"

“Then run to Donnie who has been locked in his room for a week for this story! Please get him out of there!"

You nodded and headed to Donnie's room.

You knocked but got no answer.

He didn't knock a second time. You took it and opened the door wide.

“WHY WHEN YOU HAVE DOUBTS DON'T YOU CONSULT WITH ME?!”

The boy immediately turned towards you, his eyes widening.

"Y-y/n..! What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Do you really dare to ask me what am I doing here?! You literally ignored me for a week! You ignored all my messages and all my calls!! I had started to think that something bad had happened to you and that I would never be able to see you again!!” your eyes become watery and it doesn’t remain unnoticed by the boy.

"I-I don't understand why you care so much..."

You shake your head in disbelief "what the heck are you talking about?! You're my boyfriend, the person I love most in the world! It seems normal and almost obvious that I care about you!"

"I have seen you..."

"I imagined"

"You were so happy with him... You were having a normal situation with a normal person... I'm not mad at you for falling in love with a human boy..."

"Donnie..."

"To tell the truth, I don't even blame you" her eyes start to water "Often on the internet I come across pictures of happy couples and I stay there thinking... thinking that you shouldn't be with someone like me but you should be with a human who can make you live a normal life..."

Stay there in silence trying to hold back the tears that threaten to come out.

"I just want the best for you Y/n... And when I saw you with that boy last week I felt terrible, but at the same time I was happy for you because you finally found someone who truly deserves you... I ... I won't force you to stay here, we can still be friends if you want... I'd really like that... And... I wish you all the best that life can give you..."

You stayed there for a few more seconds looking at him and then approached him.

"Donatello, maybe one thing isn't clear to you yet... I love you, with all of me, and if you had talked to me, instead of keeping everything inside like you always do, you'd find out that the boy I went out with for a walk last week was my cousin…”

The boy stood there dumbfounded.

"Exactly, my cousin... He spent a year in Italy studying and just last week he returned to the city without saying anything, to surprise everyone"

He remained silent at that statement.

"The only person I want to be with is you Donatello, and there will never be someone better than you" you grab his face with your hands and look him straight in the eyes "Open your little head and insert this very important information... I LOVE YOU, and I wouldn't leave you for any other boy in the world. And then... Where would I find another boy as handsome and intelligent as you??" you giggled teasing him.

"But I don't respect the stereotype of human beauty, I'm biologically a turtle with mutated DNA, by humans I'm considered a monster"

"You can't argue with my statements, you don't know and you can't see how you appear in my eyes" you smile at him "Donnie, if you still want to be my boyfriend then accept my love and when you have any doubts talk to me please" you give him a sweet kiss on the lips.

As soon as you separate from the kiss he brings you back to him to hug you hiding his face between your neck and your shoulder "I love you so much, and you can't understand how you make me happy every day"

You stroke his head smiling leaving him a little kiss "I love you my love".

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By the time I had reached the end, the text began to no longer convince me but by now I had written and arranged everything and I really put a lot of effort into it.

I hope you still like it ♡

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If you want to read something specific feel free to ask me any request. ♡

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A big hug ♡

[iheartchv]

July challenge

Hosted by the ever lovlies: @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 and @post-apocalyptic-daydream 💗💗💗

Fandom: TMNT (2014/2016 Dark Turtles AU; click here if you'd like to get to know them a little before reading💗💋

Prompt: "We should kiss. Right now."

This is gonna be headcanon style because my mind is too focused on other things to try to write something >3> life's just being sucky rn, sorry for it being rushed

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ............. ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

You entered the dark turtles' lair

With food in hand

With their big size, and not so ninja stealth, it was hard to find food

Even after helping the turtles defeat Krang, their once creator and boss, it was still hard to be on good terms with the turtle gang

However...

You slowly became friends, then best friends, with one of them

And to prove he liked and trusted you, without even saying anything, he took you to their lair down at the old abandoned docks by the Eastman Bay

"Hey guys, I got-"

"FOOD!"

Mike was the first to rush to you, followed by Lee, Don, and Red

After everyone ate, they went to lay down

You stuck around (Lee/Red/Don/Mike), laying down with him... because he was your bestie

But for sometime now, you've been feeling... a little something more toward him

Anyone would've thought you insane

But you saw something in him, something... human

Plus he wasn't bad as everyone thought him to be be

He and his brothers were just... misunderstood...

As you talked about your day with him, he listened to every word you said

He secretly longed to be by your side, be a part of your life.... instead of hiding in shadows and darkness

At times like these, when you two were alone, thats when those warm fuzzy feelings made themselves known

After telling a few jokes and a few laughs, you got so comfortable that you said what was on your mind

"You know... we..."

He looked at you

"We should kiss..."

Pause

"...right now"

He was flustered

If they could blush, he'd be red right now

"W-what!? What are you saying?"

*insert more flustered embaressed gestures*

You realize what you said, and tried to play it off

"I'm just playing..."

He turned toward you and looked you in the eyes after calming down a bit

"Well, I'm not..."

You stared back at him, heart pounding, blushing

You blinked in disbelief

"...You...mean...Since when?"

"Since that day, when you showed me kindness that no one else ever did..."

Pause

"You're the only one who didn't treat me as a monster.. I mean, I am trying to better myself..."

You knew he was

And you would help him, too, in any way you could

You gave him a kiss on the cheek

"I know"

You could hear his sighs and breathing, almost like a deep growl like purr

He held you close to him in his massive arms, wanting to stay near you

One day, one step at a time is what it was going to take... towards a better future for the two of you

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How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

I feel Hetalia needs some kind of really nice, wholesome ending with the nations all doing something fun and silly with each other. They have many differences, but they can relate to and understand each other in ways no human can, which allows them to come together and feel a sense of belonging. They can't fix the world; it'll never be perfect, but there is hope for the future.

They could play games, sing songs, and reminisce on some Hetalia scenes from the past, like:

America: Remember when we sat around a campfire on that island? England kept chanting like he was trying to summon the devil!

England: That reminds me of when you prank called me and pretended to BE the devil!

Belarus: Sometimes I like to prank call Poland and just breathe into the phone.

Poland: That was you?!

China: On the topic of pranks, how about that crazy April Fools' Day where we all got blackmailed?

France: Hey, remember when I tried to trick you by pretending a marriage registration form was a calendar?

England: I don't know how you ever thought I would believe that!

Spain: Oh, when I tried proposing to Romano he gave me all these conditions!

Romano: There weren't that many!

England: Oh, I recall when America got upset because I didn't give him chocolates for Valentine's Day.

Italy: Haha! You proposed to him? Germany gave me a ring once on Valentine's Day! It turned out to be this whole big misunderstanding!

America: You're always giving me ice cream and chocolate bars and things! I just figured you would give me some then, too!

England: Well, I brought them later and you tried to play it off like it never happened!

America: Haha, did I do that?

Prussia: Oh, speaking of England giving out food, remember when I posted on my blog about how he made me food and everyone thought I died?? Not cool, guys! As if I would be defeated by that!

Germany: We were just concerned.

Prussia: Some of you got REALLY concerned! That was interesting!

Austria: Well, there's no need to be foolish!

Hungary: Yes, you may be a handful, but you have your good points! For one, there was that time you gave me a piece of fabric from your clothes to help me cover up...

Italy: He helped clean my house!

Romano: That idiot cheered me up once when I couldn't get a role in a movie.

America: I like to make movies! You can get a role in mine if you want! Maybe we can make it about...the Pictonian invasion!!

Prussia: Oh! What about a movie inspired by that fantasy game we all played together?

Estonia: Maybe it could be based on this dream I had where you all became women! It was really weird!

Japan: What–?

Russia: I think it would be nice to make a movie about some of the pleasant memories we've been discussing.

Spain: We should include the time I had turtles crawling all over the place!

Canada: Sometimes Cuba and I have ice cream together. That's a nice memory.

Japan: Learning English with England-san and German with Prussia-san.

England: There was that one time Germany and I stopped fighting on Christmas to play football...

Japan: Rooming with America.

Lithuania: Oh, yes, I liked staying with him, too.

Romano: I guess it was all right.

Belarus: ...I didn't like it much. But some parts were okay.

Russia: Don't worry, we can definitely skip all that!

America: How about that time Russia sent cardboard cutouts to everyone? That was hilarious!

Japan: Hmm...when we learned about America's Furbies?

Italy: When I wrote a song for Germany! That's a good memory!

Germany: ...When I first found you hiding in that tomato box.

It ends with them singing a new song, and then finally, Marukaite Chikyuu. Italy then says, "The series may be over, but history never ends!"

[powderrr]

In the TMNT universe, I have many different AUs.

These three AUs relate to TMNT 2012 and each of them has its own small, maybe with plot holes, but history.

In the sketch version, here are three Leo designs: One of four (OFF), Atrophy and Parallel.

I want to note that in these three universes my luggage from different fictions does not end,as well as in these three worlds different time intervals from the events of the series.

(And another little note to my city, my style of drawing turtles jumps a lot and I still haven’t decided on it)

One of four

Briefly: events in this universe take place after the death of the Leo brothers, he remains the only turtle and grows up with a weight of guilt on his shoulders. Sensei was with him for a while, but he died after everything that happened. Many years have passed since the death of the brothers ( to be exact, around 10 when they died, he was 16). He has become violent and almost unemotional, the only people he interacts with are April and Casey. April became more skillful in her own magical powers, and also changed her character after all, Casey seemed to have not changed in character, but he also became cruel, and also lost his hand and relatives.

Atrophy

Briefly: Leo is captured after one skirmish and spends a certain amount of time there, after which, when he is rescued, it turns out that Leo cannot show emotions in any normal way. His face is in a constant neutral position, Leo himself, even inside himself, hardly feels something. He tries to learn to be more emotional again, but it's all extremely difficult. Even the moments when he can smile visibly or bring back the sparkle in his own eyes are a big win. Leo has also become more violent, he can kill anyone who tries to harm him or his loved ones. The guys have changed too.

Raph is indifferent to Leo's negative actions, he also did not care about other people's lives, he has become the right hand and for the most part helps to structure the actions of the team. It's hard enough for him, but he tries to control his actions and feelings. He is afraid of losing his brother again.

Donnie has become more aggressive than ever, sometimes he spends time around the clock with one of the brothers, and sometimes it is not seen or heard for days. He rushes from one extreme to another due to stress, as well as the fact that he cannot do anything for Leo to make him feel better.

Mikey has become a little quieter, he is still energetic, but sometimes he can sit extremely calmly and not utter a word, going somewhere in his thoughts, it still happens due to stress. For the most part, it is Mikey who is engaged in the emotional background of Leo, trying to encourage him to constantly answer certain questions about what he feels for this or that object / memory / person / etc.

Parallel

The simplest in theory ay. It has three endings: good, bad and neutral. The events take place after the 2012 series. The guys get stuffy in New York and decide to arrange a change. The first to leave Mikey's lair, seeking to explore the world and leave his mark. Later, Raph is in a team with mutanils, who do not have a clear plan for where to go, but they are like free birds that can go wherever they look, the last one left Donnie, who least of all wanted to leave, who least of all wanted to leave, but he was extremely interested in visiting other scientific complexes of the world. Only Leo of the Turtles remains in New York. The events take place in the future after all, where Leo Sensei has 4 children. Elder Michael, son of April and Casey (17 years old), pseudo-twins Ti the tigress and Wukong the monkey (16) and the younger lizard Kori(15).

Leo raised the children on his own, Michael came to him by chance and the desire of his own parents, because of this, sometimes Casey is jealous that his own child is closer to Leo than to him. Leo rescued the twins from a freak circus, where children were forced to perform for the amusement of mutants and humans, and Kori Leo found one in another part of the city, abandoned and aggressive towards everything (Kori did not tell for a long time why he was so wild, after 10 years, he reveals to Leo that he was a lab rat who escaped but was pursued by a second obedient guinea pig who always treated him with aggression). The name au originates from these children, who are so similar to his own brothers. Michael on Mikey, Kori on himself, Ti on Raf,and Wukong on Donnie.

Endings: The plot goes on the feet, which have a new leader, and Karai was displaced again. 1) Good - Nobody dies, Raf, Donnie and Mikey wedged into history after disturbing messages. 2) Neutral - Leo dies before the guys have time to return, he protected the children. The irony is that Leo dies exactly like Splinter, and the children are going to take revenge like they did in the past. 3) Negative - Leo and his students, including, do not cope and die. The guys were late.

Во вселенной TMNT у меня есть множество различных ау.

Данные три ау касаются TMNT 2012 года и у каждой из них есть своя небольшая,может с сюжетными дырами,но история.

В скетчевом варианте здесь представлено три дизайна Лео:One of four(OFF - Один из четырех),Atrophy(Атрофия) и Parallel(Параллель).

Хочу подметить,что на этих трёх вселенных у меня багаж из разных выдумок не заканчивается,а так же в этих трёх мирах разные временые промежутки от событий сериала.

(И ещё маленькое замечание в мой город,у меня очень скачет стиль рисования черепах и до сих пор я с ним не определилась)

One of four

Кратко: события в данной вселенной происходят после гибели братьев Лео,он остаётся единст��енной черепахой и растет с грузом вины на плечах. С ним какое-то ��ремя был сенсей,но и он погиб после всего произошедшего. С момента гибели братьев прошло много лет(если быть точнее,около 10,когда они погибли,ему было 16). Он стал жестоким и почти безэмоциональным, единственные знакомые с кем он общается это Эйприл и Кейси. Эйприл стала более исскустной в собственным магических силах,а так же изменилась характером после всего, Кейси казалось бы не изменился характером,но он тоже стал жесток,а так же потерял руку и родных.

Atrophy

Кратко:Лео попадает в плен после одной стычки и проводит там определенное количество времени,после чего когда его спасают выясняется,что Лео не может проявляться как-либо нормальным образом эмоции. Его лицо находится в постоянном нейтральном положении,сам Лео даже внутри себя с трудом что-то чувствует. Он пытается научится снова быть более эмоциальным,но всё это крайне сложно. Большой победой является даже моменты,когда он может ели заметно улыбнуться или вернуть в собственные глаза блеск. Лео так же стал более жесток,он может убить кого угодно, кто пытается навредить ему или его близким. Ребята так же изменились.

Раф испытывает равнодушие в негативным поступкам Лео,ему так же стало плевать на чужие жизни,он стал правой рукой и побольшей части помогает структурировать действия команды. Это тяжело достаточно для него,но он старается управлять своими действиями и чувствами. Он боится потерять брата снова.

Донни стал более агрессивным чем когда-либо, порой он проводит круглосуточно время с кем-то из братьев,а порой его не видно и не слышно сутками. Он метается из крайности в крайность из-за стресса,а так же из-за того,что не может сделать что-нибудь для Лео,что бы ему стало лучше.

Майки стал чуть более тихим,он всё ещё энергичен,но порой он может крайне спокойно сидеть и непроизнести не слова,уходя куда-то в свои мысли,это всё так же происходит из-за стресса.По большей части именно Майки занимается эмоциальным фоном Лео,пытаясь побудить его постоянно отвечать на те или иные вопросы поводу что он испытывает к тому или иному предмету/воспоминанию/человеку/и т.д.

Parallel

Самая простая в теории ау. Имеет три концовки: хорошая,плохая и нейтральная. События происходят после сериала 2012 года. Ребятам становится душно в Нью-Йорке и они решают устроить перемены. Первым покидает логово Майки,стремясь узнать мир и оставить свой след. Позже Раф в команде с мутанилами,у которых нет четкого плана куда идти,но они как вольные птицы,которые могут пойти куда глаза глядят,последний покинул Донни,который меньше всего хотел уходить,но ему было крайне интересно побывать в других научных комплексах мира. В Нью-Йорке остаётся только Лео из черепах. События происходят в будущем после всего,где Лео Сенсей 4 детей. Старший Майкл,сын Эйприл и Кейси (17 лет),псевдо-близнецы тигрица Ти и обезьяна Укун(16) и младший ящер Кори(15).

Лео воспитывал детей самостоятельно,Майкл попал к нему по воле случая и желанию его же родителей, из-за этого порой Кейси ревнует,что его же ребенок ближе к Лео,чем к нему. Близняшек Лео спас из цирка уродов,где детей заставили выступать на потеху мутантам и людям,а Кори Лео нашел одного в другой части города, брошенного и агрессивного ко всему(Кори не рассказывал долгое время,почему он был таким диким,в последствии Лет в 10,он рассказывает Лео,что он был подопытной крысой в лаборатории,которая сбежала,но была преследуема вторым послушным подопытным,который относился к нему всегда с агрессией). Название ау берет начало с этих детей,которые так похожи на его же братьев. Майкл на Майки,Кори на него самого,Ти на Рафа,а Укун на Донни.

Концовки: Завязка идет на футах,у которых новый лидер,а Карай сместили вновь. 1)Хорошая - Никто не погибает,Раф,Донни и Майки вклиниваются в историю после тревожных сообщений. 2) Нейтральная - Лео погибает раньше чем ребята успели вернуться,он защитил детей. Ирония в том,что Лео погибает в точности как и Сплинтер,а дети собираются мстить как и они в прошлом. 3)Негативная - Лео и у его ученики в том числе не справляются и погибают. Ребята опоздали окончательно.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

First Time (18+)

Bayverse!Donatello x reader

A/N: Damn, I think this is my longest one ever. Big time Donnie love!💜

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Donatello is more than a little nervous about the thought of having sex with you, not trusting his own abilities, but with some reassurance and guidance from you, he rises to the occasion.

Warnings: A more angsty build up that I had planned, unprotected sex, Donnie having his first time with you💜

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To say that Donatello was an amazing boyfriend, wasn’t enough to do him justice. He was fantastic! The sweetest and most genuine guy you had ever met. He was attentive and treated you well. Sure, he might be a mutant turtle that lived in the sewer, yet he was the best boyfriend you had ever had. Whether that spoke of your former poor taste in guys, or just the general low bar for human men you did not know. But you knew for a fact that Donatello was one of the best things that had ever happened in your life.

Donatello would say the exact same thing about you. You were not just the best thing that had ever happened to him, but a dream come true. Before meeting you, he had never actually believed that he would get to experience something so good. Just as he had accepted his fate as a lonely mutant turtle that would spend his days alone in hiding with his brothers, you came along and changed his life for good.

The friendship the two of you shared was just what you needed. You may not fully understand everything Donnie had going on inside his lab, but you listened nonetheless, finally giving a much needed ear to his thoughts and inventions. He in turn provided you with a safe space to go to, whenever your life became a little too much.

During those years of friendship you and Donnie grew close in ways none of you had experienced before. Not even his brothers could read him as well as you did, and you in turn had never thought that anyone would understand you as well as Donnie did. So therefore it was only expected that stronger feelings would blossom.

When you and Donnie started dating, it felt natural. Just like your first kiss. It just came naturally to the two of you. No grad gestures and no confusion. Both you and Donnie knew what it meant, and you were just happy to be with someone that understood you so well.

But if there was one thing that didn’t come as naturally to you and Donnie, it was sex. Actually, it didn’t come naturally to Donnie. You didn’t blame him. The poor guy had lived most of his life, convincing himself that sex would never be something he would get to experience. So when you and Donnie started dating and kissing, and the first thought of sex came up, Donnie started overthinking. You were a human that had had sexual experiences with other humans before, and he was a mutant turtle who had his hand as the closest thing to a former sexual partner.

It didn’t mean that Donatello didn’t want sex, because oh boy, did he want to! He was just nervous. Really nervous. It was almost nerve racking to believe that he could actually have sex, let alone with someone as beautiful as you. And you understood. You really did. You took the time to sit with him and talk it through, making sure he felt heard and comfortable, especially talking about a subject like that. What did he feel? What did he fear? What was he excited about?

Other than the general confusion and trauma that came from accepting your fate of loneliness, you learned that Donatello feared not the action of sex itself, but how he would act. More specifically, he was nervous and overthinking, because he did not know what to do. Where should he put his hands? What was he supposed to say? And the thought that haunted him the most; if he didn’t do good, would you leave him? All very valid fears for a mutant turtle, who did not even dare to dream of being with a human.

You took Donnie’s hands in yours and told him it was okay. He was allowed to be nervous and overthink, and he was allowed to not know what to do. You told him that you loved him, and you wouldn’t leave him if he didn’t make you feel good the first time, nor the time after that. Humans too would be nervous before their first time, and it was very normal not to be satisfied the first time.

And after that conversation, you and Donnie slowly started preparing for your first time together. With Donnie being a totally different species than you, he started preparing you for what you could expect. He told you where his cloaca was located and how it worked, along with other parts of the turtle anatomy you may or may not have known already. You in turn did the same. You told him where humans liked to be touched and answered his questions about human anatomy. And it calmed Donnie down. It calmed him down enough, to the point he dared to ask if he could touch your breast.

The make out session that came from that, was one unlike any you ever had had with Donatello. With his hands groping your breast, you were at a shock of naturally good your sweet tech boyfriend was at this. You had expected him to be more unsure, but you soon learned that when he had the confidence he could do anything. Making you moan against his lips while he played with your nipples, this guy did not know what talent he possessed.

This unlocked a new area of your relationship, that you and Donatello carefully explored. Make out sessions became more common, with hands exploring and building up the courage, going a little further each time, until one night Donnie told you he wanted to try.

“Are you sure?”, you asked. You were sitting in his room, you in his lap with your arms around his neck, still breathing heavily after the heated kiss the two of you had just shared. One of his hands was in the back of your neck, playing with your hair, while the other rested on your ass, squishing you through your pants.

“I’m sure”, Donnie answered, watching you through hooded eyes. The hand on the back of your neck crept to the side of your face, letting Donnie’s thumb glide across the corner of your mouth. “I really want to try”.

You nodded your head, biting your lip with a smile, before letting Donnie close the space between you once more. Your lips dancing together as your tongues slowly found each other, letting a small moan escape you, as you felt the vibrating churr being in Donnie’s chest. You had heard that sound quite a few times now, and each time you loved it more and more.

Your hands moved from Donnie’s neck, and down to the top of his plastron, enjoying the feeling of his vibrating chest through your fingers. You moved your lips to his chin, making your to his neck, feeling the hand on your ass pull you closer. Donnie’s breathing was heavy, his chest moving as he felt you work your lips around his neck.

Donnie’s hands found your waist, dipping under your shirt to feel the warmth of your smooth skin against his rough palms. You took this as a sign, removing your lips from Donnie’s neck to take off your shirt. This made Donnie move his hands to your breast, palming them through your bra as you reached back to unhook it. The breathy curse that left Donnie’s mouth once your bra was off, went straight to your core, making you clench around empty air. And Donnie could smell it. The scent of your arousal was strong, making him slightly dizzy.

Donnie nuzzled his head against your neck, pressing kisses against your skin like you had done to him, enjoying every sound that left your mouth and the feeling of your hands on his shoulders. His hands moved from your breast to your pants, where he tried to undo them, only to grow frustrated at the small buttons in his big fingers.

“Want me to take them off?”, you asked, gliding a hand up his neck.

“Please”, Donnie answered, bringing your hips close to him once more.

Donatello watched, with his head resting on your shoulder, through the valley between your breasts, as you undid your pants. Once you got them past your waits he helped you, sliding them off of your legs before throwing them somewhere in his room, leaving you in nothing but underwear on his lap.

“Shit”, he moaned, his heart raising once more as yet another wave of your arousal hit his nose, stronger than before. He hooked his thumbs into the straps of your underwear, his eyes finding yours to ask for permission. Breathless you nodded, lifting your hips to make it easy for him to pull your damp underwear down your legs.

The sight of you naked on Donnie’s lap was enough to make him moan. Your cheeks were already getting pink, and your pupils were just as blown out as his. The best way Donatello could describe the sight in front of him was; hot. So fucking hot.

He kneeled your hips, biting his lips before he asked; “Can I… Will you show me… Will you let me finger you?”

Once again, Donnie’s words went straight between your legs. The way he looked at you and the way he spoke. Needy and so ready to try. You loved every second of it.

“Of course you can”, you answered him, before bringing him in for another needy kiss. You took one of his hands in yours, guiding it down between your legs, helping one of his fingers glide through your folds, letting him feel the wetness that had built up. Donnie shivered, letting a whimper against your lips. You couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling from his lips, finding his reaction adorable.

“You feel that?”, you asked him, letting his finger glide through once more. Donnie nodded, letting out a small shuttering yes. “That’s all because of you, Donnie”. Your boyfriend cursed once more, his face showing frustration and absolute bliss.

You moved his thumb to your clit, guiding him on how to circle his finger around your small bundle of nerves.

“Like this?”, Donnie asked, watching your facial expression as he worked his fingers on you.

“Yes”, you breathed out, arching your back enjoying the feeling of his thick thumb on you. “Just like that, Donnie”.

Donatello bite his lip, watching your face closely, while remembering the things you had told him about the human body. How humans liked to be touched. How you liked to be touched. And with that thought in mind he wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you close and still, while his index finger glided through your folds once more, before finding your entrance. He slowly pushed his finger in, sighing in delight at how tight you felt around his finger. You moaned, leaning your head back, happy that Donnie had wrapped his hand around to stabilize you.

“Fuck, Donnie”, you moaned, feeling how his finger went further in.

“Is it good?”, he asked, brows knotting together, biting his lips as he felt the familiar feeling from his cloaca, threatening to let dick drop.

“Yes, Donnie”, you moaned, your legs shaking against his. “Please, move them Donnie. Like this”. You held up your hand, showing your boyfriend how to move his fingers inside you. Donnie nodded, doing just as you showed him, moving his fingers in and out of you while his thumb rolled against your clit. You moaned, dropping your head against Donnie’s shoulder. He moved his fingers faster, feeling you move and shake against him, every moan from your mouth sounding like sweet music in his ears. He continued like this, feeling you tighten around his finger, your climax inching closer and closer until you came around his fingers with a loud moan.

When Donnie removed his fingers from your used cunt, he could not resist the urge to bring them to his mouth, sucking them off in front of you. The look in your eyes and the way you smelled told him everything he needed to know. You enjoyed it. All of it. He brought your lips back to his, your tongues finding each other. You moaned at the slight taste of you in his mouth.

Donnie pulled from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, listening to your heavy breathing, feeling it against his face. “Can I do it?”

“Do what, Donnie?”, you asked, your hands smoothing over his shoulders and biceps.

“Can I fuck you?”

You nodded, too stunned to speak. Once again, you had not expected Donatello to be so straight forward, having thought he would be way more shy.

Donnie took your lips in for another kiss while he slowly laid you down on your back. Once your back was flat against the mattress, he started moving his clothed crotch against you, moaning against your lips as he felt himself getting closer to his drop. You whimpered against his lip, almost begging him to take his pants off. Finally he sat up and undid his pants in full view of you. He pulled his pants off along with his boxers, before climbing back on top of you, feeling your legs close around him the best they could, bringing his cloaca to meet your wet center.

“Can I drop into you?”, Donnie asked, his lips ligering against yours, his hands moving from your hips, up your sides to your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

“Yes, Donnie”, you moaned, buckling your hips against his, causing him to moan, feeling himself tipping on the edge before finally dropping down in front of your entrance. To his surprise, you were the one to move your hand down between the two of you, taking his cock in your hand moving it to your opening before pushing it in closely.

Donatello moaned, his head falling down beside yours, your cunt hugging him tightly as he sunk further in. You kissed the side of his face, whispering sweet nothing as he sunk in as far as he could. He stayed there for a moment, letting you and himself adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. You were a tight fit for him, but he couldn’t deny it felt good.

“Donnie, please move”, you moaned, moving your hips under him. Donnie wrapped an arm under your shoulder so he could bring you even closer to you, resting his forehead against yours once more as he slowly began to move, moaning and cursing in delight over the feeling.

His thrusts started out slow and soft, until you told him it was okay to go harder and faster, to which Donnie obliged. He cursed, one of his hands grabbing on to the bedding beside your head, enjoying this knew feeling around his cock.

“Fuck”, he breathed into your ear, causing tingles to erupt in your stomach. “It feels good, (Y/N). Fucking good”.

Your hand found his face, stroking his cheek making him look you in the eye. The sigh was enough to make both of you shiver.

“Wanna go faster?”, you asked him. Donnie nodded, his lips slightly agasp. “Go as fast as you want to. Fuck me as fast as you want, Donnie”.

And that was all your boyfriend needed. Every trace of nervousness Donnie had showed you during your first conversation about sex disappeared, leaving behind what you could only describe as a feast for the eyes. Donnie was concentrated, his brows frowning, his pupils wide as his muscles flexed before he let loose against you. You gasped and moaned loud, grabbing onto Donnie’s shoulders as he thrusted faster and harder into you. He was rougher than you had thought he would be, but you found it to be a pleasant surprise.

But then Donnie did something you never saw coming for his first time. He took one of your legs, hooking it over his arm before thrust into you even deeper than before. This new angle caused you to arch your back in ecstasy, as he continuously hit the sweet spot inside of you. It didn’t take long like this, before you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach as you clung closer around Donnie.

“Donnie!”, you moaned out, your pitch higher than he ever had heard it before, making him growl in delight. “Donnie, I’m close!”

Donnie did not answer you. Instead he dipped his head down to your neck, where he started nipping at your skin, his hips working against you like a piston. He wanted you to cum around him, washing away every fear he ever had about not making you feel good. And you knew. You knew your boyfriend, and you knew what he was thinking. And as he started groaning and biting your earlobe, you couldn’t hold back anymore, almost screaming his name as you came for him once more.

Donnie moved both hands down to your hips, holding you still as he started chasing his own high, helping you ride out your own in the meantime. As he moaned louder and louder as he got close, his thrust became more and more erratic. Finally he came, pushing himself all the way into you as he shot out his white ropes, letting out a moan better than porn star you ever heard.

Once down from his high, Donnie pulled out of you, before slumping down next to you, sweaty and out of breath, his dick still out in the open.

He looked at you, his eyes tired yet full of love, making you feel warm in so many ways. “Was it good?”

“Are you crazy?”, you asked, smiling brighter than any stare Donnie had seen. “It was amazing, Donnie!”

Donnie chuckled, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close against his plastron, giving you a kiss before resting his forehead against yours once more, a smirk spreading on his pretty lips. “Does that mean you’re up for another around after a quick nap?”

[yashiroreaper]

TMNT Fanfic Idea

Okay been toying around with this fanfic for a while, and by a while I mean almost 15 years... Damn I’m old. Anyway when I was little I was really into TMNT 2k3 and when I learned about the original show and particularly the Mona Lisa episode it got the brain juices flowing.

Now for context as a kid I was basically a constant daydreamer, was a coping mechanism I clung to to escape traumatic shit. This honestly started out as a escapist thing. A story and acted out through my youth and wrote about in diaries. Then eventually it shifted more into a fanfic as I got into fanfiction as a tween.

Anyway this is the basic idea, Mona Lisa is a half alien. Her mother is a Broadway performer and model. Her human family is second generation Italian immigrants. She met the turtles when she was young saving them from a group of thugs when they ventured to the surface alone. 

After meeting them her and her mother become like a second family to the turtles and splinter. Over time her and Raphael end up becoming best friends and the two briefly became an item when they were young. But broke up rather fast when they realized they preferred to be friends. There was no bad blood, actually breaking up brought them closer together. 

Her alien side gives her the ability to shift between her alien form and a human form. Also she is a powerful telepath with superhuman strength and speed. Her biology makes it so she can adapt to any planet in a short amount time. (Like say breathe on the Triceraton home world) But is often left out of battles due to her inability to control her powers when she’s upset. 

Her mother dies when she’s young and she moves in with the turtles afterward, though she still lives a semi-normal life on the surface with the help of her human Uncle who runs a Italian restaurant. She ends up becoming a Broadway performers after high school (like her mother had been). Which also keeps her out of a lot of the battles. Someone has to earn money for the family.

She’s about three years older than the boys and acts like an elder sister to them a lot of the time. Had a child when she was nineteen from a failed relationship with a fellow performer, Raph takes on a fatherly role for her son. Raph and Mona are basically platonic soul mates, legit would do anything for each other no questions asked. 

She is honestly pretty close with all the boys, her and Leo are the eldest and act responsible for the others. They end up leaning on each other, and share the burden of being the eldest though Mona is often the one bearing the bigger burden being the actual eldest. He tries his best to help her train her mind along with Splinter so that she can control her powers better. 

Mikey is her baby brothers and she tends to spoil him a bit. Though she does playfully tease him. They like to cook together, often spending an entire day making a big meal for their family. Any holiday these two are the ones doing the food and decorations.

If Raph is her platonic soul mate, Donatello is her romantic soul mate. Both of them are close since they met. She was the one encouraging his academic interests along with her mother when she was alive. He want to learn about something, she goes out and gets him books of the subject. He wants to build something she the first one helping him find or buy parts. He ended tutoring her through her high school years. Besides Raph he’s the only one who can reliably calm her down.

Splinter is like the father she never had, her father having left Earth before she was born. After losing her mother she ends up being a bit protective over Splinter. The thought of losing him is one of her worst nightmares. They do clash often because he wishes she would step into the human world more. While she would rather remain with her family. 

[ducknotinarow]

[MM Don and Von with Splinter - i don't remember if i ever sent an ask with Don bringing Von home before he was allowed to stay at her house or not xD]

Donatello was somehow both nervous, and completely fine, as he led Yvonne to the lair. He was fine, as, well, there was nothing bad about Yvonne - in his humble opinion. The nerves came from how his family would react. He never mentioned that this 'friend' of his was a girl after all - he can already see the looks he's going to get.

But Yvonne just smiled, expected it all. That was the fun of siblings after all.

After meeting everyone else, Don finally took her to meet Splinter. Admittedly, he'd been avoiding it. He offers a smile, showing off his nerves,

"Hey dad - you know that friend I mentioned?" Don begins, "The one who invited me to stay at their house for the weekend?" Don gestured towards her, "Well, this is them," No duh, "Dad, this is Yvonne, and Yvonne, this is my dad."

Yvonne smiled, and took a step forward, offering out her hand to shake,

"It's nice to meet you sir," She smiles, "Don's told me so much about you - is it true you taught them ninjitsu all by yourself? You must be very skilled."

| Muse interaction

Splinter supposed that all of the changes in hi life were bound to just continue going from his simple life as just an ordinary rat on the streets of New York just trying his best to survive and he guessed in a way that never really changed if anything surviving became his main goal and focus because he now was in charge of four baby turtles who along with himself had all mutated. And the mutation was such an odd experience? It sort of changed how his mind worked. Giving him a different mind set that felt like he was always needing to combat with the old world view but it seems sayings of old ways not dying and old habits were all very true. Splinter just wanted to keep his boys safe and he didn't think that was such a bad thing to want and wish for.

And sure, he taught his sons to fight to protect themselves and by doing so gave them skills to find the resources they needed to live. But they weren't really living now were they? Now they were living how he had lived for years before he suddenly mutated into the form he had now. They were only surviving day after day down under the streets of the city far away from the humans. It was safe no question about that but was that really living? Locked away from the world, hidden away from it getting glimpses of what was other there but something they never could never really have.

They only had each other, who else could understand them? was always Splinter's thoughts and he dreaded the idea that one day? His sons wouldn't even have him anymore to be around and protect them to take care of them. Back when they were so small and able to climb into his arm chair with him it was so much easier.But it always came back to on single truth.

That wasn't living it was just surviving.

Now? Now home was loud again. It was rare for it to ever be empty in the lair. Despite the varying types of mutants that now lived in the lair together they made it work but what made Splinter more happy? Was seeing his boys able to smile. Genuinely smiling everyday so happy and excited as they dressed their best for school everyday. Rushing off soon as they good to get there even. How they seemed almost disappointed but the fact sometimes school wasn't in session anymore.

They always smiled bright and had so much to tell and share about thier days everytime they came home and maybe it was worth the risk in the end? Maybe he should have tried harder for his sons. Why he was happy to learn they were gaining mkre friends even. As Donatello brought up a new friend all his own. And they even brought them into thier home to meet everyone else.

"Hey dad - you know that friend I mentioned?" Don begins, "The one who invited me to stay at their house for the weekend?"

And the time was finally here. Splinter's ear twitched a little as he paid a look towards the entrance he had set up the table with a couple types of snacks he had the cut outs of all the Chris' behind him and balloons even tapped around the table for him this was toning it down as he smiled brightly at the pair of them. Of course he wanted to meet the fired who invited his son over just to make sure they were good lile April. Splinters forever stand in for humans good human measuring now. But he still wanted to make a good impression himself. This wasn't like that Casey, after all. Donatello friend was also good least far as he knew.

"Well, this is them," No duh, "Dad, this is Yvonne, and Yvonne, this is my dad."

Splinter turned his attetion towards the young human girl she seemed to have a good air about her at least from what he could tell, moving to gestuer to the bowls of snacks he set up on the table. "I wasn't sure what you like best so I put out all the good snacks for you. It's nice to meet you. I just wanna make sure my boys are meeting good people." Well three out four was good odds at least.

"It's nice to meet you sir,"

She was polite as well Splinter could see him being fine with this human as well he guesses. So The sleep over should be fine he can be on board with that she seems like a good influence maybe even as well?

"Don's told me so much about you - is it true you taught them ninjitsu all by yourself? You must be very skilled."

Splinter looked bettqen Von and his son a moment before turning attetjon fully on to his son. "I like her second on my list after April." Not caring too much how that may come across as he turns to look at Von. "April is my favorite human you see so second means you are very high in my list." He at least offers to explain. Whiskers twitching a little as he thinks over a moment. "Know what for you Von I bring out the good snacks. I'll share the cool ranch Doritos with you. My boys got me the party size after all so I don't mind sharing them." Clearly a esteemed sign of approval from the older rat mutant.

"Sit sit you two why don't you tell me what your plans are for the weekend well we are all here." He offers indirectly stating that Donnie had the permission to go now as he was busy getting a bowl for the chips to be poured into so that they could be eaten along with the rest of the spread on the table.

[pxrtalchopped]

So Shell Feed

two : ✧ afterthoughts

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀᴛʟᴇs ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅs - ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ's ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴇ!

parts: one || two ☑ || three || [four coming soon!]

thanks for your continued interest! enjoy!

Mikey's focus was off the entire rest of the evening.

It was something that became increasingly obvious to his turtle brothers as Mikey fumbled continuously throughout the remainder of the day's training sessions.

No one could necessarily blame him; they finally had a new friend!

And what more than that, they were a human! A human their age!!! The only other human friend they had was April!

'I hope she doesn't get jealous when she hears the news,' Mikey thought to himself, 'I wonder what MC looks like... I wonder what their name is! I wonder how many times I'll start my thoughts with the words I wonder!'

"- Mikey!"

"AGH!!" A startled yelp left the box turtle, turning to his eldest brother with a panicked expression.

"Raph, you scared me! You know you can't interrupt the first person's inner monologue!"

Raphael's response was just a look - a raised brow, crossed arms, and tense shoulders. His face read a mixture of annoyed and troubled.

"Mikey, what's gotten into you? You're never this distracted, even when you're excited about something."

Guilt tugged in the youngest brother's stomach, and he retaliated with a childish whine.

"It's not my fault!" he complained, "don't lie to me and say MC hasn't been on your mind, too!"

"Mikey, we can't let ourselves be distracted by the humans. We don't even know if MC is someone we can trust yet. You can be excited all you want when April give's us the clear to trust them. For now there's nothing we can do about it," he readied a fighting stance, fists raised by his face and legs squared and bent.

Mikey sighed. Although dissapointed slightly, he didn't show it. Instead, he lowered his stance and prepared for another round of fighting with Raph.

"You're right, big bro. Just gotta shake it off," he excused and quite literally shook his head with a grin.

"Come at me!"

___

Leo couldn't help but stare at the chat spontaneously while he did literally anything.

Either in disbelief or curious admiration (or maybe the fact that you went out of your way to give him attention) he was waiting for...you.

For you to do something, anything to prove that you were still there - that this wasn't just some random encounter and that was the end of it.

He'd be watching Jupiter Jim next to his father, passed out on the recliner, and during the scenes he memorized most he'd lip sync the words of the characters while scrolling through the chat, rereading the messages you'd so sparcely sent with butterflies in his stomach.

He'd be eating pizza, lazily sat on the counter of the kitchen across from his brothers, and pull up his So-Shell feed with his pizza greased fingers, staring just above the text box to see if your avatar and three little typing dots would pop up, ready to be the first person to respond to anything you had to say.

And even talking with his brothers, it'd be you that he was mostly interested in.

Sure, he'd still make sly jabs and jokes and even some insufferably annoying puns that drove the other three off the wall - but in between every one of those he'd subconciously whip out his phone and check for a notif indicating you replied to the groupchat.

As with Mikey, this behaviour was not unnoticed.

"Nardo, I get that you want to point out how gruesomely uninterested you are whenever I talk about the lore of the Jupiter Jim multiverse but doing so through checking on my greatest failure is just harsh."

Leo's head shot up with an offended glare. "What? Greatest failure?! Come on dude, not cool."

Donnie gave him a puzzled look, as if he didn't understand why Leo got so angry. "Uhh... yeah? I literally hyperfixated on firewalls and antimalware programs for a solid three months when I was 12 and some hacker wannabes from April's school got through my app - my app - as if it was guessing some funky password?! How did they even know I created an app?! HOW DID THEY EVEN KNOW I MAKE APPS?!?!"

"Okay wait, just for the record," despite noticing how heated his twin brother was getting, he chose to ignore it for your honor.

"Your greatest failure was the app and not an insult towards MC, right? Clarifying is important, I can never understand you."

Donnie sported an evident tick mark on his forehead. 'Sixhead LMFAOOO highthree inner-Leo, sick burn. If only you said it out loud.'

With an incredulous expression on his face and arms raised in the air, he gave a hurried nod before waving his hands in anger. "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"

Oh, poor Donatello, Leonardo wasn't. Leo left - all of them did, actually, and now the softshell turtle was left alone to his thoughts.

In the kitchen, with nothing but two slices of unevenly cut pineapple pizza to give him any form of pity he so desperately craved.

He needed to talk to someone. Someone that actually understood him. But who better than himself?

Maybe even an AI version of himself, one that would be able to give educated and immediate responses to every message sent by the braniac turtle.

".....Hey, I have a new app idea!"

___

Your phone most definitely had a virus. After charging it, your cellphone was so hot you probably could have cooked an egg on the back of it.

Infact - and woefully so - the heat damaged the pictures you had pressed behind the clear case - messing with the ink and completely ruining the polaroids of your dogs and old friends you forgot to take out of it.

Now the friends thing was probably a blessing in disguise, as they turned out to be very unhealthy for you - but the pictures of your precious doggos was enough to send you into a blind rage.

Which is why you made your way back to the tech club after school.

"I'm so gonna kill them - or report them to the principal and have their club disbanded and revoke their tech priveleges so they're stuck fiddling with their shitty moogle phones - but murder is on the forefront of my mind," you gritted.

The hallway was half-lit, considering only the janitors had a reason to be roaming the halls right now.

To be completely honest the situation you're currently in right now was kind of eerie.

What made it even more eerie was the fact that you heard shuffling and quick steps from behind you.

'Nope. Not a serial killer. Definitely the janitor. Maybe he's getting his steps in.'

Okay, but this time, as you neared the entrance to the tech room, you were 90% positive the diving sound and rustling of the trashcan directly behind you was not something you would hear from a Janitor.

Fiddling with the trash lid, sure!

The 'aw yeah, inconspicuous-style!' was not something a janitor would do. CALL YOU CRAZY, YOU JUST HAD A HUNCH.

The way you sprinted to the tech club's door. You could not have jiggled the handle any harder or faster - but it was fucking LOCKED.

God hated you.

He was probably mocking you right now.

The audience watching your horror film in theatres right now were probably laughing at the scene you're in AND stuffing their stupid little mouths with super yummy popcorn.

Jokes on them, though. You're a New Yorker. The only way you're going out is by some mutated Rat infected by some zombie virus.

"Oh, hell no. I got a melt-your-face scalding phone and I am NOT afraid to use it, come at me ese!"

"...Aw, shit! Not so inconspicous! Time to move!"

Just as you raised your hand to throw your cellphone you watched as a figure in a yellow jacket tried to make a break for it from behind the trashcan, running in the opossite direction from you.

But your abuela taught you the ways of the chancla. And you knew how to aim flat-surfaced materials.

'HEADSHOT!' You threw your phone with such precise aim it probably would've killed the... killer.

...If they were bald that is - but they were not, and your phone instead ricocheted off the afro-puffs of the stranger and shattered on the ground behind them.

Okay, bummer that you were so unbelievably stupid you just broke your phone with someone who had no intent to harm you after they were caught - but on the bright side, you threw it hard enough to make the stranger trip and fall!

"I've got you!" You exclaimed with a teary-eyed fury, pouncing on the [fellow high-schooler] and pinning their arms behind their back.

"Who sent you?! Why were you trying to kill me?!"

"AUGH! Hold up - Girl, I'm not tryna kill you? And I was sent by nobody! Nobody bosses ME around, except for my bosses! Of which I have had many, I can not keep a job for the life of me - "

" - If you weren't trying to kill me, then what were you doing stalking me after school hours?" You pressed.

You were salty that you risked and probably just ended the life of your precious phone over this girl so now you decided to be a little cocky and Sherlock Holmes this shit.

"I was just trying to see if you were totally cuckoo or evil for my buddies!"

"Your buddies?" You may be dumb, but sometimes you can connect the dots.

Female. High school girl. Checking if you were evil or not because her buddies were suspicious.

She must be talking about those groupchat dudes.

"Ow, yea-uh!" you let her go and stepped away from her, giving her the time to throw you some vicious attitude and a glare as she rubbed her sore arms.

"Donnie sent me your photo and asked for me to spy on you if I spotted you after school. Luckily I was finishing up helping Mrs. Sherman grade for some extra credit when you passed by the hall!"

"I'm going to assume that you're... April, then? They said something about how threatening you were going to be."

You and her conversed in a more polite tone than the previous inquisitive voices you shared.

You turned around to pick up your phone, and when you stood back up you were met with an outstretched hand, waiting for you to shake.

"That's me! I want to say it's nice to meet you but you were seconds from giving me a concussion." She gave you a cheery smile.

You felt guilty, but you looked her up and down with an unsure frown pursing your lips.

"....Can you blame me?" came your simple answer, slowly outreaching your hand to meet hers.

She laughed as you shook hands. "Not necessarily. I'm gonna be honest with you though, you are being strangely suspicious coming here after school's already ended."

Immediately, she had you in the same position you put her in just seconds before - kneeling beside you with your hands behind your back and pressed down.

She spoke again. "What were you doing heading to the Tech Club at this hour? Reporting your findings to your colleagues? Downloading Don's website into the power grid? Using a doohickey to overwipe the cassiters?!"

You were entirely sure she had no idea what she was talking about, though she did manage to confuse you if that was her original tactic.

"....Uhhh, what? My phone's literally melting the seams of my pocket right now, did you not hear the murderous tangent I was rattling off while you were spying on me from behind? I came here to yell at Kendra and her tech-savvy goons for totally ruining my phone!"

Her hands were off of you and you were up in seconds. She let out a comical, "oh." As if nothing happened.

"Yeah, I guess that adds up. Sorry, you have to understand how top secret our little group is," she whispered, squinting an inquisitory glare at the security cameras around the corridor.

You wanted to be put off by her SOOOO bad, but you had a feeling that she was genuinely just looking out for her friends, and it gave you a fondness and respect that you couldn't ignore.

So, you forgave her without a second thought.

"I guess that's understandable," first they have a whole 'we're mutant turtles living in the sewers!' bit you nonchalantly played off and now they're acting like they're some undercover facility of agents?

This ain't Kingsman, you're not sure how much quirkiness you can excuse before you ghost this group entirely.

"It just sucks that the stupid tech club isn't here tonight. I really wanted my phone fixed - or even reparation money to repair it before tomorrow but now it's even more broken than before!" You vented with a sigh.

April gave your phone a once-over, pondering for a moment before grinning at you.

"Hey, don't worry! Why don't I take you to the boys' place? I'm sure Donnie can patch it up with some virusblockers - plus he's probably dying to figure out what kinda bugs are going through the So-Shell via your phone, anyway. What do you think? Not too far of a trip from the school."

Could you trust her right now? Some random schoolmate taking you to a secondary location - broken phone and

exhausted as you are?

You made sure to tell your mom you'd be gone for a bit but for how long would you be there?

"He could patch it up in a jiffy, I could even give you a ride home on my bike!"

She could probably sense your uncertainty, but damn if her smile wasn't convincing.

She sounded so genuine and truthful, and you were so mentally drained that the common sense you once had (very little of) was already out of your body by now.

So you nodded. "Deal."

___

End of part two! I'm still using the text chats but I want to make sure this story has some actual length to it, you know? So here's a little bit of what I wrote up for now, I hope you stay tuned for the next part! Thanks for reading! &lt;3

[jinxthejubilee]

Venus - We Need to Talk (Again)

Back here again, aren't we? I'm so sorry, but I just can't help myself.

Because I have just discovered that there were plans to reveal not just one, but TWO lost turtles in ROTTMNT, I will discuss the story potential both Venus and Slash could have, should this show ever come back. (Please Nickelodeon, do something right for once and give us this show back-) But I must finish Venus first, before moving on to Slash.

And for those of you who might ask about Jennika, I thought about making her own page to hold out hope that she could make it into the Rise universe, only to come to the tragic realization that it was highly unlikely that she could ever appear in the show, given that Venus and Slash are pretty infamous as characters, and that the creators said that there were 2 missing turtles and not 3. My apologies to all Jennika stans.

Anyway, I did talk about Venus already, yes, but after revisting her backstory from The Next Mutation, I've come to the conclusion that her debut story isn't all bad? Yeah, I can't believe I just said that either.

I'll give the Next Mutation writer's 15-year-old brains credit, the idea that Venus was adopted by someone else and learned ninjutsu/magic is a cool concept, if explored correctly.

Since it's been pretty well-established that Big Mama's assistant was likely going to be revealed as Venus, I have an idea as to how she got there.

Now I could be wrong, but I believe that Big Mama's assistant debuted in Season 2. Whether or not she was just hired or was hiding out until the time was right, who can say.

For those of you who don't know or simply wiped that show from your memory, Venus was raised by Master Chung I, a human martial artist who taught Venus everything he knew.

Chung I died after confronting the Dragon Lord and demanding that he release Splinter. And his last words to Venus were for her to travel to New York City.

Now if I were in charge, I would keep some similarities to this, but obviously take some creative liberties.

In my Rise version of event, Draxum's lab explodes, the boys and Splinter take off, and Venus and Slash are presumed by Draxum to have died.

Instead of Venus' father being a human, I would make him a yokai, who finds her somehow and takes her to the farthest end of the Mystic City.

This father-figure would parallel Splinter in a few ways:

He would simultaneously be responsible, yet neglectful at the same time. The guy would be very much a loner with a tragic past, so while he would take care of Venus physically, her emotionally needs are something he simply can't and would not handle.

He would never leave his home. Granted, it would be hard to do so, as he lives very, very far away from other yokai, but he just refuses to interact with anyone he doesn't have to. But not because he's lazy, it would likely be due to paranoia and his strict moral code to keep his whatever he's keeping secret, safe from everyone.

Less of a father, and more of a master. A total flip from Rise Splinter, who focused more on fatherhood than teaching his sons dangerous martial arts, this guy is "teacher first, father second."

I see him as a cat. Not sure why I went with that, but it was a cool idea I thought of while brainstorming. While Splinter is an overweight, yet agile rat, I imagine Chung I would be a skeletal, agile, and exhausted cat.

I even have a sketch I drew.

Honestly, just think of 2012 Master Splinter for a frame of reference on his personality. He's still wise and knowledgeable, but instead of kind and compassionate, he's grumpy, unwelcoming, and snappy.

Not the greatest upbringing for Venus: living in isolation and rarely going outside, only knowing and living with one person her entire life, training constantly every single day, and being told that her emotions should never interfere with her duty, but she knows that it's the best for her! Poor thing...

So how does this play into how Venus became Big Mama's assistant? Allow me to explain:

The whole reason why Venus' father isolated himself and Venus was because of an ancient prophecy. I haven't worked out all the logistics of the prophecy, but basically he needs to protect that sacred amulet he has around his neck, or the Dragon Lord will rise once more.

Unfortunately, shenanigans happen and the Dragon Lord is awakened, but not at full power. Though he has just enough to kill Chung I.

Heartbroken and determined to stop the Dragon Lord, Venus travels through the Mystic City for any information on another ancient weapon that could destroy the beast once and for all.

This leads to her meeting Big Mama and learning about the Battle Nexus tournaments.

Whether Venus likes Big Mama or not, I haven't decided, but she's honestly just using her to gain battle experience and knowledge on everything going on within the Mystic City and/or the surface.

Depending on when all of this happened, she might have become Big Mama's assistant at least several months to a year prior to the boys being introduced to her in Season 2.

I picture that the big reveal of Venus being their sister would play out a bit similarly to how I discussed previously. I loved looking through everyone's ideas about Venus, and I can say without a doubt, that the amount of fanfare behind ROTTMNT and Venus overall is worth Nickelodeon bringing back this show.

Note: Well! I hope you all enjoyed this! If you read till the end, thank you very much! Please tell me what you think of my ideas, that would be very much appreciated! Until next time with my comments, concerns, and ideas about Slash, have a great day everyone! Byeee! 💗

[aquarii-writes]

Dsmp Headcanons

So ngl I've been really into the dream smp recently and I've been doing a bit of art for it so why not give my headcanons? Also all of these are for the characters not the content creators

Notes: the song referenced in Karl's headcanons is seasonal feathers music box version. This is all I have for now. I’ve lurked around the fandom since about early February and beware this is fucking long

WARNINGS: In some of these I do mention dead parents(various), death in general and as an entity(Philza), alcoholism(Schlatt), and traumatic experiences. None are in detail but just beware. Oh and a slight suicide warning for Dream

DREAM

Dream got his mask from his father and Drista got hers from their mother

His mask is specifically a gift from his mother after his father died

Dreams mask is infused with dreamons. His parents made a deal with a few dreamons and the dreamons now live in the masks

He will never say what his eye color is because he doesnt care, but if you can catch him without the mask you'll see his eyes are an amber color

He watched his mother commit when he was about 12~ and when Drista was 6. At the time he didnt want to understand why

WILBUR SOOT(plus Ghostbur)

Wilbur's mother is a fox hybrid(cause ya know I live by the saying that canon is my sandbox and a fuckin fridge doesnt make sense)(Momza anyone?)

His beanie is from his mother along with his love of singing

He has records of his parents singing

He has wings it's just that he never learned to fly

Ghostbur can see various other ghosts he just doesnt realize that no one else can see them

Ghostbur has selective amnesia. He genuinely cant remember parts of his life but some moments are too vivid to forget

FOOLISH GAMERS

He can partially shapeshift to make himself bigger or smaller(23 fuckin feet tall without changing height)

His son, Foolish jr, is biologically his and Jr is a demigod

Jr is too small to see the world yet so Foolish keeps him in an enderchest

Foolish is fully a god

He really likes turtles no damn reason

Aside from keeping his son in a chest, Foolish is a relatively good dad

He's a very good builder and rarely takes time to sleep when hes working on a commission for someone

He is most certainly strong enough to break the egg though he doesnt want to get involved for his sons sake

SAPNAP

He is a hybrid blaze born

BBH found Sap in the middle of the Nether playing with a few baby piglins

He met Quacky before Karl but Karl is the reason the three got together

TECHNOBLADE

Dispite how loud the voices can be sometimes l they can be rather peaceful. They really only get violent during fights

(Based off my techno design) the skull techno uses as a mask is a hoglin skull

Personally I dont think Philza adopted Techno as a son but Techno kinda became friends with Philza when he was just a kid

Techno was a very small child: especially in comparison to the village he came from in the Nether

Piglin hybrid piglin hybrid

Does not know who his parents are all he knows is that his glasses are from his mother

He has a baby sister(the two are half siblings; they have the same dad)

He literally doesnt need the glasses he just keeps them for the aesthetic and because its the only thing he has from his mom

He has a soft spot for Michael and Michelle since all three of them are forms of piglins

FUNDY

He has very vague memories of his mother

Looks stupidly similar to is grandmother; momza

He has a picture of Philza and Momza on their wedding day

One day when he was just a kid,like 14ish, he found an old sword that used to be Philzas and just never told Phil that he took it

KARL JACOBS

He's time traveled less after getting engaged to Quackity and Sapnap

Most of the books he writes never see the light of day again

Some of his books were actually found by one of Ranboo's descendants(not Ranbob)

One of his more scary experiences is when he accidentally met Dream when he was little. Momma Dream almost killed Karl

He's slightly immune to the effects of dreamon possession

He once found an old music box within the inbetween and he hasnt found a name for the song on the music box

PHILZA

He's known as the Angel of Death, or Deaths Angel for a reason(go look at @resonating-kitty s headcanon post about this. Ngl I love it and think it needs more attention)

After the 'death' of Momza, Philza swore to never love till he met Death once more

He remembers a time where hybrids used to be a lot more common: humans will fuck anything remotely humanoid

He doesnt remember if he has parents. By the time Wilbur was old enough to ask about them Philza made up the story that his parents went on to greet death when Wilbur was a baby

He's the reason for Momza's 'death'

SCHLATT

I really like the idea of Schlatt being Tubbo's dad even though it probably wont be canon

When Schlatt was little he watched his father but heads with other ram/sheep hybrids(he found it very funny)

He has a horrid tendency to headbutt people he has strong emotions towards

How hard he headbutts you really depends on what emotions he feels in that moment. The more loving/kind the emotion is the softer he'll be

When in a good mood Schlatt would let Quackity touch his horns

Glatt is a dick head and he knows this. He plays it up to piss people off even more

He comes from a rather large community of ram/sheep hybrids though his family in particular was a little violent

Schlatts first name is Jamison

He has a small ram plush from when he was little: his mother gave it to him before she died

His mother was an alcoholic before him though she was a very sad drunk

THE ERET

Herobrine is their cousin

He is very willing to do next to anything to succeed at something

He doesnt remember his family name

As a kid Eret's mother used to tell them stories of kings and queens. She told them that they could be a ruler one day if they worked hard enough

Their mums name was Elenora

GEORGENOTFOUND

(Based off of @/sctbrr on Twitter. I adore the au they made off this) George is a reincarnation of DreamXD's past lover.

Heterochromia heterochromia

His eyes are brown(left) and blue(right)

His clout glasses allow him to see color

RANBOO

Because he can’t remember his other half he doesn’t know what all he can/can’t do

Though one thing he’s noticed is that he can see much better in the dark than actual people; doesn’t know if he’s half enderman or his other half

As a kid he would pretend to be a dragon with someone. He has a feeling that the person was his father

He has two crowns. One from Techno and one from his mother; it’s one of the few things he genuinely remembers from when he was little

He sees a lot of Tubbo in Michael

Speaking of Michael, the lil one is only about three

TUBBO

He doesn’t know who his parents are and really only saw Philza as a father figure

He’s a ram hybrid like Schlatt

For the longest time he thought bees could understand him

[mellowshipsu]

May I ask for a ship?

- I go by she/they

- my mbti is infp 4w5

- I am shy and horrible at eye contact with most people but I can be loud if I’m comfortable enough

- I tend to act reserved and stoic in school but at home or around close friends I let myself be lazy and make a lot of jokes

- I like to draw, play games, write, watch videos or anime and listen to music

- I make coffee as a hobby but I don’t like drinking it

- I dislike jumpscares and awkward conversations

- I struggle with a lot of self doubt which causes me to be perfectionistic and have trouble consoling others

- Physical touch is my love language

That’s all i could think of, I hope that’s enough

Life was cruel to him when he was young.

Kids made fun of him like it was so much fun.

When he sees you, you become a part of his treasure trove.

You're the other half of his coin, ---

Azul Ashengrotto!

(Image by: twisted-rubbish-bin)

Azul was trying to promote the Monstro Lounge on Magicam, but that was much harder than it looked. So he scrolled down to NCR students profiles and came across yours. You had a thousand followers. How unusual. Curious he clicked on your profile and saw your various latte art and cute cookies you made.

That's it! You were going to make him more business!

He then told Jade and Floyd to go and find you. Which they went out and did. Was it scary to have two 6-foot tall lanky boys with scary teeth dressed like mafiosos, come and bust into your dorm in the evening? Yes. And your fear worsened when Floyd picked you up like a captured princess while Jade reassured you nothing bad will happen. Of course you thought something bad was gonna happen!

So you sat scared in the Monstro Lounge as Jade brought you a nice iced tea for you to drink. When Azul came he sat in front of you and pulled out his phone and laid the contract on the table in front of you. He showed you your latte art and asked if you could do ocean themes. Fish, seashells, waves. You nodded and Azul then gave you a pen. He wanted you to be his barista once a week on Friday to do the latte art and cookies. You respectfully refused, not wanting to be a part of his scheme.

Azul pushed his glasses back, "What a shame. And here I was going to offer you free meals till your contract ended. I thought that would help you with your debt to Dire Crowley, with your food tab being so high and all."

Darn... He was right. Free food does sound nice and not owing Crowley more money sounded nicer. So you looked at the contract again, it was only for three months. 15 Fridays. You can do that. You then took the pen and wrote your signature. You were now employed by Azul Ashengrotto.

The first Friday you worked was simple. You made cookies shaped like sand dollars and your latte art was sea turtles and stingrays. Not a big crowd, but decent sales.

The next Friday was a bit better. You made cookies shaped as various sea shells with latte art to match. Monstro Lounge's Magicam likes started to grow.

The third Friday you had a large crowd. You made crab shaped cookies with crab and lobster latte art. Azul was quite pleased with the results of your labor.

After work, you were invited to eat seafood pizza with Azul, Jade, and Floyd as a mini celebration of a great sale. You giggled at Floyd's antics at teasing Azul and Jade's gaslighting. Spending time with them wasn't so bad. It was nice seeing their more human side.

At school they became more friendly towards you. They kind of lured behind you to see if you were okay, or giving away your latte art secrets. One day Savanaclaw students came to bother you, they wanted you to give them free cookies or something dumb like that. Azul magically was behind you with a smile, telling them to please not bother his friend. Huh... You were Azul's friend? Not an employee? Your heart skipped a beat and your face became hot. Azul valued you? The Savanaclaws didn't back down till Jade and Floyd lurked behind Azul with their scary smiles. They then backed down and ran off. Azul then asked if you were okay and you nodded. You couldn't stop thinking. You were his friend.

You were more enthusiastic when working on Fridays, doing your job and selling all of your batches of cookies. In hopes of making Azul happy.

One Friday was Valentine's Day, so a bunch of students brought their dates to Monstro Lounge, so of course you had a bit of difficulty. But Azul went behind the counter to help you. He brewed the coffee and handed them to you to make your art. Your mermaid tail cookies and latte art was a big hit that day.

After closing and it was just you and Azul, you gave him a bag of assorted macarons. He refused at first, he made it a rule not to accept gifts with him paying the sender back.

You frowned, "But it'll make me happy if you took them."

His face turned red and he took the bag, "Very well. Thank you so much. I appreciate them."

Weeks passed and you have gotten closure to Azul. Visiting and helping him over Monstro Lounge even if it wasn't your day at work. Afterwards the two of you would eat pasta and talk about your days.

Then one Friday when you were preparing the dough for your cookies, Jade mentioned it was the last Friday of your contract.

Wow. Time surely went fast.

You felt a bit sad, you wouldn't have an excuse to be with Azul anymore...

That Friday you served cute eel shaped cookies and had an octopus as latte art.

You sold out everything once again.

"Well looks like your contract is up. You did a good job, you were an amazing worker." Azul said.

Oh... That's good but was he sad that you were leaving? He didn't seem to be. You smiled but your eyes were sad. His praise wasn't enough.

You told him you had fun and left. Tears rolled down your face. Everything between you and Azul was strictly business. Why did you think you were something special---

A hand grabbed yours from behind.

You stopped and turned around to see Azul.

"You're welcome to come over Monstro Lounge whenever you like... We really want... I really want to continue seeing you."

You smiled and more tears rolled down your face. Azul shyly hugged you and let you cry into his chest.

When you were done he gave you his handkerchief to dry your leftover tears that weren't stained on his coat. He then walked you back to your dorm and bid you goodnight.

The next day he closed Monstro Lounge for the day just the two of you for White Day. Jade was your server and Floyd was the cook. Azul smiled, "I hope you aren't sick of our food yet."

You just shook your head and called him a dork. You scooted yourself over to him to rest your head on his shoulder. His face turned red and he nervously wrapped his arm around you. The two of you relaxed and enjoyed each other's company. It was a perfect date.

"Thank you for the coffee dear, but too much caffeine is bad for my hearts... Uh... Hearts as in mine and yours! Because I have you heart don't I? Ahahaha... I don't have three hearts like most octopi... really."