#no i will not tag it no you are not allowed to guess

[mullermilkshake]

A lasting impression - Part one

Part one

Part two

You face some issues only your husband can solve.

Wife!reader x Yakuza!Sukuna

MINORS DNI🔞 - Tags: Yakuza AU, female reader, established relationship, graphic depictions of violence, gore, murder, eye gouging, blood, kidnapping, restraints, blindfold, references to non-con.

"We need you to come with us, Madame Chairman."

Just like that, two men blocked your entrance to the fourth story elevator. Two men you had never seen before.

"Says who?" you said, watching the elevator doors slow to a close behind them.

There was no real reason to be threatened, not with your body guard waiting for you down on the ground floor. You knew immediately that they were Yakuza at least by the distinction of their clan pins, but none belonging to the Ryomen clan.

These pins you did not recognise.

"Says my nine millimetre," the man on the left let the barrel of his pistol barely poke out from the fabric seam of his suit jacket.

Okay, maybe there was a little reason to be alarmed, yet you weren't. There had been times like this and far worse you had endured that allowed your calmed composure.

"Where do you want to take me?"

You were due downstairs right now, and give it five minutes, your guard would make the connection and come to you instead.

Usually it was Uraume who accompanied you on ventures into the heart of the district, but today was different.

"That's none of your business."

Well, this is interesting. Just a coincidence that a new guard arises and now you had a gun pointed at your face.

"Alright then, lead the way," this couldn't have been worse than that time in Nanami's office, before you had even met Sukuna.

All that blood.

The elevator dinged open though all you focused on was that gun cocking and clicking to the left of you. Each man either side to underestimate you.

Because you had Sukuna for a husband.

Leaning back and welcoming the cool reflective surface of the elevator glass, you brought your foot up with little time until the elevator reached the third floor to descend lower.

You were able to slip your stiletto off and get one good grip onto it, waiting for the elevator to ding past the floor and descend to the next.

With one quick countdown, you swung your arm, aiming the tiny point of the shoe into the mans eye, waisting no time to pull and yank to grab at his gun.

"Arghhh!" he clawed at his eye and thrashed around to pull out the stiletto heel along with his eye.

"What the fuck?!"

The barrel of his gun looked directly at the other man, pressing up against his chin. "This hun is mine now. You'll be foolish to try and take this from me."

As you suspected, he had a gun too, tucked just at the side of this ribcage in its own little holster. You snatched it away from him and backed away pressing all of the elevator buttons to get out.

"You underestimate me if you assume I'd go willingly."

"All we're doin' is following orders you stupid bitch. You've just made this worse for yourself."

"That's for me to know, and I guess I'll find that out too," the elevator doors opened, "so please excuse me."

Waiting for the doors to close, the cartridges of the guns dropped out and clattered on the floor. Your other shoe came off and slid halfway across the hallway.

The guns and ammunition ended up in separate trashcans whilst you tried to get through to your husband. you were no longer safe in the district let alone the building.

"What is it?" he answered after three rings from the pay phone on the wall.

“Sukuna.”

His tone shifted to a smoother score instead of pointedly answering. “Why are you calling from a pay phone?”

It was because you never called him directly. "Something's gone wrong, I need-"

You hadn't looked behind you down the long hall and the door just down the way. You only noticed when you turned and saw the largest woman you had ever seen.

It was stupid. Lights out.

Fuck.

When you came too, your eyes were covered with an opaque fabric, light like silk and heavy enough not to budge under your movement. The stringent pain lining your eye socket was more than enough to set you in a dazed state.

"Madame Chairman, you’re awake.”

You said nothing, drawing in long dreary a as silently as possible. There was a shifting like scuffling which dragged what sounded like a chair leg across the floor.

Whoever it was let out what could only be described as a disappointed sigh. “You’ll fetch a hefty sum from that old bastard to get you back... Do you think he'd still pay the same if we returned you damaged?"

There was no way you could recognise that voice just on memories alone, you meet a lot of people in diverse settings. It was deep, harsh on the lips, grating as though this man had smoked every single day of his life.

"Do what you want," despite your instincts fluttering in the pit of your stomach, you kept up your exterior, "it's not like I have a choice, right?"

The man chuckled with amusement. "That's true, you don't. Still, you aren’t what I thought you’d be. There’s not an ounce of fear in that heart, is there?”

"Will you at least explain why I'm actually here?"

“It’s not for me to tell you, that’s down to my boss.”

"So why waste my time and ask stuspid questions?" Sukuna had rubbed off on you far more than you realised.

You didn't dare let the thought cross your mind of what this lecherous man had in store for you, his mind obviously full of filth to see clearly. Most people would have panicked, but, in the end, you knew Sukuna would always come to your rescue.

Just like now when the ear splitting sound of a door being kicked in with enough force to rip the hinges off and clang against the floor.

And then, the man changed his tune. "M-mr Sukuna."

You sat still and upright, wincing every now and then to the sting at your cheek, listening to the punches thrown and various wood creaking and snapping with clear signs of struggle.

Not one word was uttered, pleaded or yelled in whatever sized room you were in, but the volume of sounds led you to believe you were inside a small one, maybe no bigger than a box room. The vibrations were close by yet nothing touched you, nothing whizzed past you in a narrowly avoided throw past your head.

Then it all stopped and your blind fold was pulled from your eyes.

"Hello, love," you said, seeing Sukuna's entire face splashed with red.

It wasn't all from one man, no way.

"Your face. Who did that?" his tone was softer than usual, "perhaps I've already killed him. That’ll be a shame.”

Leaning into his touch as he caressed your cheek, Sukuna untied you using the point of his knife to cut through the restraints.

“A tall woman, taller than Gojo. Biggest person I've ever seen."

"A Woman?"

You nodded and took his hand to steady yourself. "Yeah, I'd never seen her before."

Sukuna looked around the room you hadn't taken a glance of yet, watching him closely rub the smears of blood from his cheek.

"I have an idea who, but for now I'll take you to the car," he picked you up and carried you out of that little room.

Blood, far too much for one person. However, there was just one body in there in a bloodied and crumpled heap in the corner.

And then the question had been answered as soon as he took you out of that little room. There were several men on the ground, all in the same viscous star as the other man, lying crumpled on the ground in separate heaps of mess.

"Someone get her feet covered. Now."

He didn't put you down even once he had walked the entire two levels down to the ground floor to the car. There was Uraume, pulling open the car door and slipping off their own shoes for you.

"It's fine Uraume, I'll be alright-"

"Take her home," Sukuna didn't get in with you, but he took a hold of your hands, "there's something I must do before this is dealt with, I'll meet you as soon as it's finished."

There was no way he was walking or getting a tact, surely? He was head to toe covered in red and it would have dram attention. There was no way he could pass this off as a costume or that he had been attacked.

The police would have a field day. Still with that in mind, you didn’t question it.

You nodded a nonverbal clarification. "Alright. Just... be careful."

In a split decision, he climbed inside the car and clicked the door shut. It was so that no one else saw.

"I'm always careful. There's a line people are foolish enough to cross and it's not even a fine one. There's a debt to be paid and I'm going to collet it personally."

He brushed the tips of his fingers over the swelling part of your cheek and eye. "No one touches you and has hands to touch themselves with afterwards."

It shouldn't have been as romantic as it was. "I knew you would come for me."

"Always."

He pressed his lips over the knuckles of your right hand and climbed back out, speaking indistinct able words to Uraume who climbed in once he left.

There was only one way this was going to end, and worrying over it was only natural. Especially when your adrenaline started to wear off and the weight of everything came down on you like a ton of bricks.

Those who crossed Sukuna never had the chance to even think about doing it a second time.

[bunnys-kisses]

drops of blood

toto wolff

tags: smut/pwp, vampire au, vampire!toto, pet names, human!reader, blood & blood drinking (duh),

a/n: happy halloween!! also i apologize to german speakers, i tried really hard to make sure any and all translations were good. apologies if i failed

"my, my, what big teeth you have." you said as you got into your lover's lap. you cupped his face and marveled at him with a warmth in your smile.

toto chuckled, "i think you have the wrong monster, mein süße." he looked up at you with those dark eyes of him. you always thought vampires had red eyes or eyes like shimmering gold. but toto's eyes were dark. that lured you in and it was very easy for you to fall under his spell.

he had spent centuries luring innocent virgins to a bloodied death, to sate his thirst. but, not you. you were less of a meal and more of a lover. he allowed your curious human nature to touch his icy, cold soul.

toto had many nicknames for you. some days he would go without saying your name. mein süße, liebchen, kleine, and his personal favourite, sonnenschein. or he'd just call you, sunny.

you knew some were a little infantalizing at times. but, it was hard for toto to see that you were a woman. you were so young, compared to him. he was centuries years old. he had seen so much. so of course, you seemed so young in comparison!

"so much light in those eyes." he said as he marveled at you. you'd giggle and squirm at his strong praises. his hands on you and his lips are you neck. you knew he could bite you, he had done it before. but instead he laid a tender kiss.

he was a looming figure. he was one with night, the moon, the darkness. and you were the embodiment of the sun, dazzling and bright with warmth. so he was more willing to depart from his large home in monaco to spend sunny days with you.

you smeared sunscreen across his cheeks. you were certain that it could work on a vampire! toto humoured you, he wasn't allergic to the sun. just that his skin was a little more sensitive. you two would go out about your day, and toto would admire you by the water.

"stay still, sonnenschein." he said as he got his phone out. he may be old, but he wasn't prehistoric. he knew how to use an iphone, after all he had a collection of photos. primarily of you. you smiled and looked precious by the waterside. he smiled, "my sunshine."

but when the nighttime came, that was when toto was at his strongest. the sunshine in large quantities made him tired the way too much darkness could. it was circadian rhythm in reverse. but he'd spend decades in the sun if it meant being with you. but when the night came, then his touches got a little more assertive. he groped at your behind while you laid cuddled at his side in bed with a movie on.

you squirmed a little under his touch and he smiled down at you. you looked up at him and pouted at you. you had an expression of a doe, even if you couldn't see it. a little fawn was more accurate in toto's eyes. you held onto the front of the white undershirt he wore to bed. your legs tangled up in one another. you smiled at him gently and pressed yourself further against him. he held onto you a little tighter and kissed the top of your head.

you said, "i guess it is getting to that time of the night." you shifted a little bit and got yourself up. you were in a pair of sleeping shorts with hamburgers printed on them and a tank top with a bear on it. you made sure any hair was off the nape of your neck and exposed your neck to him.

toto chuckled, "i've trained you so well, sunny." two of his fingers trailed across your soft skin.

you replied, "i'm not a dog, mister wolff." you looked over briefly and stuck your tongue out at him. then hissed when your lover sank his fangs into your neck. you whined a little bit. you knew that some would view you as a live-in meal for an ancient vampire. but, it was so much more than that. after everything toto did for you, you didn't mind giving some of your blood to him.

he placed a hand at your middle and groaned a little against you. he always said you tasted delicious, better than any wine he ever had. you didn't know exactly how to respond to that. you knew you had a lot of positive traits, but you never considered that your blood tasted good.

toto was a proper man, he knew how to bite in a way to not make a massive mess all over you, him and the bed. you'd akin it to getting a needle, a little blood left over. after all, toto didn't want to waste a drop. not when it was so good. he held you a little tighter as he made sure the dribble of blood got into his mouth. you could feel his tongue up against your flushed skin.

while he was very diligent with making sure that he didn't make a mess of your bed. but, he did make a bruised mess on your neck. that was his mark on you. you moaned a little bit and reached for him. he held himself closer to you and you felt the warmth flood in your gut.

he licked the wound to close it and you shuddered with want. you felt the warmth through you as you relaxed a little. you combed your fingers through his dark hair as you moaned a little. you felt good as he pulled away. he licked his lips free of blood.

his eyes seemed a little darker, not with a blood hunger. but, a sexual hunger. and with you a little light headed made you giggle as you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. you flopped back into bed with him and kissed him all over. there were moans that escaped your lips as you could feel your lover's hands on your ass. you shifted a little and felt the heat in your core.

"such a beautiful girl." he said as he pushed hair out of your eyes. he stared at you. you could see your blood stained on his teeth and it made excitement rush through you. he added, "my sunshine."

you felt heat bloom in your cheeks and toto grabbed at your hips. he rubbed his hard cock up against your sweet pussy. you were both clothed, but you knew you'd be nude soon enough. he let go long enough for you to get your cheeky shorts off and the cotton panties underneath.

he took off his undershirt and sweatpants. both of you soon were naked and his hands were back on you. he kissed at your neck, right where he bit you and you whined from the feeling of his lips against your bruised skin. you were beautiful under him.

but you were even more beautiful when you were on top. and toto moved you onto his hips. you braced your hands across his broad chest and rubbed up against his cock. your slick pussy teased him and he held onto you soft hips. he eyed you and slowly you sank on his cock which made excitement leap through you.

"my beautiful sunshine." he purred, "mein süße." he watched your moved with a careful gaze. to him you were perfect. centuries on this earth, moving through it like a dark cloud. you were the peeks of sunlight that cut through his darkness.

you made him feel human. alive for the first time in years. he groaned when he felt the pleasure curl in his gut. in a perverted fairness, he felt quite alive when you two were intimate. when you rode him, not hard enough to bruise your soft body. but enough to make both of you feel a heavenly euphoria.

you whined a little bit as your applied more of your weight against him. his hands held onto you as you moved up and down. his cock stayed in you the entire time, but your movements made him feel a course of hot through him. you once asked him how could he remain hard when he was a vampire. he simply kissed your head and told you not to think about it too hard. it was a a weird quirk of vampires, a small piece of heaven. to be technically undead, but still receive pleasure. he would take what he could get. and what he could get was the most beautiful woman in monaco riding him under the low yellow lights of your bedroom.

"that's it." he groaned, "you're beautiful." he sighed as he held on a little tighter. his accent hung a little heavier with the heat in his voice. that made you excited, leaving you hungry for more of him.

you panted heavily and leaned in, curving your back to kiss him passionately on the lips. you squeaked against the kiss. your pace quickened and it made you feel a rush of pleasure through you more. the thump in your chest quickened the more you moved.

the kissed got hungrier, the lust grew bloomed between you two. toto held the back of your head while he kissed you deeply. you ranked your fingers down his chest and arched your back a little. you felt the patter of want in your chest as the two of your moved against one another.

toto trailed kisses across your cheek and jaw. your noises got a bit louder and your lover's grip held onto you tighter. he could feel your pulse under his lips. it warmed the immortal creature. you were a flame in his life that he was drawn to. he would always be drawn to you, for all your years together.

"mmm, toto."

he moved up against you a little faster and it made you moan a little louder. your pulse quickened and it made the vampire lust for you even more. he loved the taste of you, even when there was no blood involved. you were everything he yearned for, the creature of the night found love in the embodiment of the sun.

you held onto his shoulder, pressed chest to chest as the two of you moved against one another. you captured his lips and moaned a little louder. you could feel the rapid thump of your pulse in your ears. you felt the shiver of excitement through you as you two fucked one another.

the pace was consistent. it wasn't rough so toto could hurt you. he'd feel horrible if he truly hurt you. if he bruised you in ways you didn't consent to. you moaned a little louder against the heated kisses. his hands gripped on a little tighter. he kept you firmly against him as you moved up and down his cock.

when the kiss broke, you looked at him with a lust fueled gaze. your tongue stuck out for a moment while you tried to catch your breath. the pleasure was becoming an overwhelming feeling. the heat between you two left you feverish for him.

your short nails clawed at his shoulders as you knew you were close to climax. toto knew it as well, your cunt clenched around him. part of him wanted to switch the positions, but you'd whine due to being so close to climax. you could be a bossy little sunshine.

not that he minded, he loved that you knew what you wanted. and you wanted him. every way you could have him. the kisses continued and soon you tensed up. you felt the buzz of orgasm go through you as you finished first.

toto shuddered from the feeling. it didn't take long before he felt the heat of climax as well. he wrapped hid arms around your smaller middle and rutted up into you. while he could experience climax, he didn't cum inside of you. a downside of being a vampire.

you lazily made out with one another once more as you both rode out your climaxes. and when you were both done, you rested against one another. you laid out on your lover's chest. you felt hot and sweaty.

but toto didn't care. he kept kissing your soft face. you moaned a little bit and he chuckled. he rubbed your back while you came back to reality. you looked up at him, your chin on his chest.

you reached to tap your lips cutely and toto went in to kiss you softly on the lips. you melted a little from his touch. and he patted your behind lovingly.

toto never expected to enjoy the sun after his transformation into a vampire all those years ago. while he didn't combust in the sun, he still strayed away from its light. he didn't expect to find the sun in the loving form of the most beautiful woman he had ever met.

his love, his life, his sonnenschein <3

[aventurineswife]

This prompt (the 5th) w/ Aven... 👀

“I’ll be your bed, or anything else you want me to be”

Summary: After a long day, Aventurine playfully sprawls across the bed, claiming he's going to hog it so you can't get on. You're not about to let that stop you, so you climb right onto him, calling him your "bed."

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Playful Banter, Flustered Aventurine!, Soft Moments, Cuddling, Bed Sharing, Established Relationship, Comfort.

A/N: HEHE!! THIS IS SO CUTE!! 🤭🫶 I HOPE YOU LOVE IT!! <33

The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a gentle light over Aventurine, whose figure is sprawled across the entire bed, arms flung wide and a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. He lets out a dramatic sigh, the kind you’ve come to expect whenever he’s feeling playful.

“Mmm, I’m gonna hog the bed so you can’t get on.” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he settles himself in, feigning utmost comfort.

“Oh, is that so?” you reply, raising a brow. He’s challenging you, as he so often does, and there’s only one way to respond to that. With a steady step forward, you crawl onto the mattress and over his outstretched form, smiling down at him as he opens one eye, watching your approach with a barely contained grin.

“That’s fine,” you say, nestling in close, laying yourself gently against him, “I can just lay on you.”

The smirk fades for a moment as he processes your words, but the glimmer in his eyes only brightens. “Wait… are you calling me a bed?” he asks, amusement coloring his tone.

You let out a soft chuckle, curling up comfortably against his chest. “Yeah, you’re my bed.” you murmur, burying your face against him, feeling the warmth of his skin, the subtle rhythm of his heartbeat. One of his arms comes up to wrap around you instinctively, fingers gently stroking your back as if this were his plan all along.

“Can’t say I’ve ever been called that before,” Aventurine murmurs, his voice barely a whisper as his hand continues tracing light patterns along your back. “But I guess I’ll allow it. For you.”

A warmth spreads over you as you lie there in his embrace, his familiar scent and the soft fabric of his shirt filling you with a sense of peace. He shifts slightly to adjust himself, careful not to disturb your comfort, and you catch a glimpse of his flushed face, his gaze focused on you with a gentleness that makes your heart flutter.

“You really just leave me speechless, you know that?” he whispers, leaning his head back as if to steady himself. “No one’s ever dared call me a bed before… but somehow, it feels right with you.”

You laugh softly, a sound that seems to pull him in closer, his hand stopping its gentle caress just to rest against your back, grounding you both in this moment. You feel his lips press against your forehead, a small, tender kiss that speaks volumes of the love between you. There’s no need for words when he looks at you like this, his eyes meeting yours with such affection.

“Stay right here,” he murmurs, voice barely a whisper now as he relaxes fully, letting you rest against him. “As long as you’re here, I’ll be your bed, or anything else you want me to be.”

With a final, soft smile, you close your eyes, feeling his hand return to your back, each gentle movement of his fingers slowly lulling you to sleep. In the warmth of his arms, you find a sense of belonging, a peace that could only ever exist with him.

[nakylvr]

CURRENTLY MAD SICK RN like food poisoning type shi so I'm here to request Sophia taking care of 7th member reader fluff if that's okay? doesn't have to be food poisoning or a cold, can be period cramps type shit. I just realised I said type shi like twice in here 😀

-👅 anon

i apologize for this taking a hot minute 😭

— COMFORT ⚓️

warnings/tags: fluff, mild language, established relationship, 7th member!reader, food poisoning

food poisoning is easily one of the worst feelings in the world. you don't know how you ended up getting it, but in the middle of the night you were running to the bathroom and throwing up. as soon as you got up and rushed to the bathroom, sophia woke up a few seconds later. she quickly got up when she realized what you were doing, holding your hair up as you sat on the floor.

a few hours later, you were "not allowed" to leave the bedroom or bed by the orders of sophia. she brought you back to the bed and laid you down, telling you to stay there while she goes and finds some medicine for you. you still felt like shit despite thinking throwing up would make you feel better, lying on the bed with your laptop in your lap watching a movie.

the door slowly creaks open, and sophia's head peeks inside to see if you were awake. "hey, how are you feeling?" she asks while walking inside, closing the door behind her with a water and medicine in her hands.

"shitty," you mumble as an answer.

"i know," she says, making her way to your side of the bed and giving you the water and medicine. "take this, it'll hopefully make the nausea go away for a little bit."

"thank you," you take the medicine and drink the water before putting it on the small nightstand beside you.

"do you need anything else?" sophia asks you, still standing in front of you. "i'm not sure if you want to try and eat yet but i can make you something."

you shake your head, closing your laptop and looking up at her. "no, i'm okay right now. i just want to lay down," you reply. "my head is spinning."

"okay," she nods. she grabs the laptop from you, setting it down somewhere before going to the other side of the bed and lying down next to you. "at least if it's food poisoning or something it isn't contagious," she says, trying to lighten you up a bit. "just let the medicine kick in and you'll be okay."

a short giggle leaves your mouth as you roll over to face her. "i guess that's true. does that mean you'll lay here with me?" you say, smiling at her.

"yep," sophia smiles back, wrapping her arm over you and pulling you closer to her. your face is inches away from hers, and she brings one of her hands up to caress your cheek. "we don't have anything to do today anyway. we can lay here as long as you want," she whispers. she can see the tiredness in your eyes as you gaze at her, and she presses a little kiss on your lips. "you can go to sleep, i'll be here when you wake up."

"you sure?" you mumble in response.

"yeah," she replies, moving your hair over your shoulder. "i'll make you something to eat when you wake up, okay?"

"okay," your eyes close as you respond, finally feeling tired enough to go back to sleep. "thank you for helping me."

"don't worry about it," she says quietly. "i'll always be here for you."

a small smile forms on your face as your breathing slows to a calm rhythm of falling asleep after hours of staying up and vomiting all night and morning. sophia smiles at you, kissing your forehead softly before deciding to close her eyes and try to sleep as well. even if you would end up waking up later and getting sick again, at least you were able to spend some time being pampered by sophia. that was good enough for you.

[bunniehunn]

Happy birthday to me!!

Well, happy EARLY birthday! I’m turning 16 on the 13th of November, and to celebrate that, I’m doing a DTIYS!!!!!! Yuubeni is just perpetually 17 lol. This is my first time doing something like this so… 🥲

I just want to say, I’m super grateful to all the amazing people in the twst community and Tumblr who have made my short time here so amazing since the start! I’m forever indebted to yall for being so kind and welcoming. I’m so happy I can celebrate my birthday this year with you guys!!!!!!!!! Love yall <33

More info about the event and some context from Yuubeni (my yuusona) under the cut!

🦋: A surprise party just for me?!

🦋: I got a mysterious text to, quote, “wear something nice and come over to the botanical gardens” it totally freaked me out, the contact wasn’t even named.

🦋: I’m glad I bought this dress a while ago. I saw it while I was off campus one time and HAD to buy it. It was pretty expensive though, and I did have to buy some cheaper dinners to be able to feed Grim, though. Heh, consequences…

🦋: I screamed way too loud when everyone surprised me. I think I startled a lot of people... I could see Idia’s soul practically jump out of his body!

🦋: You know, I don’t really like birthday parties. I don’t like all the attention being on me, it gets me all stressed out. I always dreaded birthdays back in my own world but, here… I guess it’s not so bad with all my friends.

🦋: W-what? I-I’m not crying, this cake is just… r-really… good…

★彡

Now for info!

So, you all know the gist of a DTIYS. As long as you keep the outfit Yuubeni’s in, and the setting (the NRC botanical gardens), you can go crazy with poses, camera angles, throw in canon or oc characters if you like! You can send birthday wishes or oc interactions, fics if you want, whatever media, but only your main DTIYS art piece will count.

There will be three winners, first place will get a fully colored piece, second place a shaded single color sketch, and third just a silly unshaded doodle. My art is available everywhere on my page if you want to take a look. All three winners are two characters max. I’ll do oc + canon, canon + canon, and oc + oc (ships included) as long as it’s all twst related.

Entries will be open from November 1st to November 16th, so you’ve got a while! After that, I’ll be working on the pieces, but my schedule isn’t rigid.

RULES.

NO NSFW. Both me and Yuubeni are minors.

No suggestive content, no weird remarks. Yuubeni’s personality and looks are based off of me, and I really would prefer if no one made any weird comments.

No romantic material regarding Yuubeni in the entries.

Adults are allowed to participate.

For the winners, I won’t draw nsfw, suggestive or gory content. Keep it pg, please.

Everyone is allowed to participate, mutuals and followers alike.

Tag me when you submit your entry! —> @bunniehunn and use the tag #BotanicalBday

Reblogs are STRONGLY encouraged! I want this to reach a lot of people! <3

Here’s a (messy) sketch of her full outfit!

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@beneathsakurashade @moonyasnow @fell-e @screamintoad @amatsuchan-eiliniel

@babyghoul138 @h0neybane @boopshoops @the-rini-rush

@skriblee-ksk @angelwishezz @amai-sakura-chan @mirioho @buttholesparkles

@taruruchi @scint1llat3

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tell me if you don’t want to be tagged 😊

[galaxywarp]

Hi I'm gonna ask an incredibly tech dumb question because you're nice and I don't think you're gonna make fun of me but uh.

How do I actually.. Name Files Properly?

So like, I download all my own music, and I just like manually name the file as "artist - song name" which. I mean mostly works, it's basic enough. But my music app a section where it's supposed to like automatically break everything up by artist or album, and it's not actually Doing that, so I'm guessing I'm missing some info field I'm supposed to fill out so it can know where things go? That's called metadata right please tell me I know at least that much correctly

How do I like, put all the extra info of albums and genres and stuff into a file so it gets read by other stuff? Is it like something super obvious I'm missing and I'm just a dweeb or am I normal here 😂

OH I KNOW THIS ONE!! I had to do this when I was building my lossless music library. I know exactly what ur asking. I know how to help too

I personally got the most use out of this software: mp3tag

https://www.mp3tag.de/en/

Opening your music files in this software will let you edit all of those metadata fields that you’re looking for and that audio playing software will be scanning for (like iTunes):

Super helpful cuz it allows for bulk editing so you can do entire batches of albums/artists at the same time!

You can also use this software to associate album art with your music files :3

Hope this helps!

[anti-terf-posts]

When I tell you I got so concerned until I noticed your URL lol.

Also wrt the post itself, I always did wonder what the TERF stance on bodily autonomy was, but I guess it shouldn’t be surprising that the stance is ���says they support bodily autonomy but actually doesn’t/only supports it when they personally approve of it.”

Sorry about the tags, I had reblogged it from one of those terf tag spammers T^T

And honestly yeah they're such hypocrites. (although I do hate using that term because it implies that I don't support bodily autonomy). With that being said, people should be allowed to do whatever they want with their bodies forever

[lemotmo]

I completely understand everyone wanting multiple episodes of focus but that never did feel realistic. So this is a very good point.

Q. I'm sorry but they can't tell queer/gay Eddie in one or two episodes that just wouldn't be realistic in any way. Don't you agree?

A. They told bi Buck in ONE episode. The actual realization of him being bisexual happened in a single episode. And it absolutely worked. It didn't feel rushed or incomplete or unsatisfactory, I mean it feels unsatisfactory now but that's for different reasons, they made it believable. The reason it worked was because, like Eddie, Buck has always been queer coded. So it wasn't this impossible surprise for anyone but the bigots who were never going to approve anyway. They can absolutely tell queer/gay Eddie in one or two episodes. And they can tell it well. The problem is way too many people took a photo of a lamppost and convinced themselves it was definitive proof that Buck and Eddie were going to be together by the end of episode 6. That was what was never going to happen. That is the story they will not rush through. That is the story they will allow, purposeful build up. We had all these little moments and nods of bi possibility throughout Buck's history on the show, and we have the same kind of coded history for Eddie. Oliver, Ryan, Aisha, Kenny and Jen are all mains but Peter and Angela are the stars. They're always going to get more screen time. Everyone else will get episodic focus now and then but not multiple back to back episodes. The show flat out does not have the time to do that. I would imagine episode 6 will work much like Buck Bothered and Bewildered, and Eddie will get the majority of the story. But realistically the show has 15-20 scenes to tell this Eddie story. Lots of people have to recalibrate their timetable. But nothing else has changed. The characters don't function in real world timetables, anon. They function in television timetables and those are not the same. They can tell a very good story in one or two episodes. The Buck episode was beautiful and his OH moment felt realistic and worth it, the stuff that came after is what changed that episode, but the episode by itself was beautifully done.

Thank you Nonny! As always much appreciated!

Ali makes some good points here. Buck's coming out only took one single episode, so why not for Eddie?

If they are going the queer Eddie route, which I'm pretty positive about at this point, they might be aiming for queer Eddie in 8a and eventually Buddie in 8b.

This will give them 10 episodes to play with, because while I do think they'll get Eddie out of that closet relatively fast, I don't think that Buddie will happen that quickly.

Oliver talked about that slow burn element, that 'will they, won't they' quality to keep the audience guessing. You can't do that in 1 or 2 episodes. So I'm thinking they'll make good use of those 10 episodes to give us that slow burn we've all been craving. Even ending it all with a Buddie cliffhanger, so we can all go through hiatus high on Buddie pheromones. 🤣

It'll all depend on the next 3 episodes now. So let's stay calm and focus on what we'll get. Whatever happens with Eddie in episode 6 will help set the tone for the other 2 episodes of 8a. Then we'll know once and for all where this story is going. 🤞🤞🤞

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[tendermiasma]

Hello. This is totally random ask but I hope you can forgive me for it.

I have no idea about Baldur’s Gate except very vague knowledge of some characters everyone seems to talk about, but yesterday my friend introduced me to your artwork and your OC Clover, and I AM OBSESSED! Had to subscribed to your Patreon right away too because sorry not sorry I love omegaverse. So I suppose I wanted to thank you for doing lord’s work drawing beautiful boys who are loved by beautiful bearman 🤣

I also have two questions, I hope you don’t mind. I noticed you allow fics about your boys. By any chance, do you know about any fic written about them? Because I really want to read about Clover and Halsion in any possible shape and form now. And to be honest I am tempted to try my hand at writing something myself. But first I guess I need to learn about the lore a little. Which brings me to the question no. 2 do you have any bits of your lore for the two of them written somewhere? Perhaps here? I saw you wrote something on your Patreon, so I am going to read it, but I can’t imagine writing something without having more background on the two of them. Or knowing more about Clover in general. (I guess this is also a sort of request for you to tell us more about your beautiful Clover and Halsion. )

(God, I realise this ask is terribly demanding, I am so sorry. If nothing else I just wanted to let you know I am feral about your art, it’s beautiful and hot and wholesome and your OC is gorgeous! Thank you for creating and sharing it with us ♥️)

Hey there, thank you so much! It makes me so happy you enjoy Clover :,) He's super special to me and I love sharing him (omegaverse is the best and I'm glad we both agree).

I would be absolutely delighted by fics of them. Happy to say I've had many lovely people ask to write, but I haven't been alerted to the existence of any just yet. I'm in the middle of getting together a sort of masterpost for Clover stuff, but if you're willing to sort through some art, the Clover tag, this specific post, and also this one have story stuff.

If you have any specific questions I'm happy to answer though it might take me a bit, but I'll let you know if I'm saving something for a reveal!

Thank you also for your support on Patreon, it means a lot to me. So glad you like what I have and also I hope you feel nice about helping an artist live off work they really enjoy doing!

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Rain

'It's going to rain,' said Doe softly, stretching her legs slowly and wincing at the stiffness and slowly encroaching ache. 'I have been so desperate to just put all of this down. All the responsibility. I guess this is Ao telling me something.'

'Hmm. Well. If you won't listen to me...'

'Gale. C'mon.'

'I just want you to rest, Doe. Please.' Gale lowered his glasses, setting down his book- a complex academic text, the way he told it- and fixed her with a stern gaze. 'Gods above, woman. You can just rest. You can just exist. It's okay.'

'You don't understand,' she said, hobbling to the window to watch the stormclouds gather. 'Or maybe you do. I don't know. But I need to be useful, and needed, and wanted. I can't just stop.'

'My love,' he said softly, rising to his feet to slide his hands around her, pulling her back to his chest, his hands warm on her belly. 'You're always wanted. You don't need to be useful, or needed. I love you so much. I want you to take care of yourself.' He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 'It's a kind of self harm, you know. Just not stopping. You'll burn out and think you deserve it, and then what would I do?'

'I'm sorry,' she said. Her words had the weight of grief behind them.

'Cuddle with me. Let me hold you for as long as it takes for you to feel whole again.'

'I don't know if I ever will.'

'Then I'll hold you forever. C'mere.'

He picked her up as it began to rain, cradled her in his arms, solid and real, someone who wanted her, no matter what she was- hero or simply just a mortal living a life. He settled into his favourite chair- favourite because it allowed him to sink back and cradle her securely, stroking her hair or her spine or her face.

The rain fell hard in a soothing drum, hushing against the windows, darkening the tower and turning the harbour the grey of a dove's wing.

'I've got you,' he murmured into her hair. 'My beloved.'

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[trix-or-treatz]

y'all don't know agony until you start a long show and you swear off posting about it publicly until you're caught up to avoid any even potential spoilers, but you have so MANY thoughts and drawings that you want to post SO BAD you're EXPLODING with things but you can only actually share them with a handful of friends

[adriles]

Wow some of you are really mad at me. Probably b/c i maimed & killed your friends, brothers, fathers, and sons on the field of battle. Thats ok though. Im fated to die soon

[deoidesign]

Thinking about vampires, death, life, and the space they occupy in between

[lesbianmaxevans]

1.04 || 2.05

[4thelneyj0nes]

Today's a special day innit 🏳️‍🌈

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Hey!! For your next fic could you do Leo and Mikey angst

It came be 2012, MM or rise

~ 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ~

💙🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @tmntalways 💙🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚒, 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!!! 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘 ☹️💔…𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 💖💕💘💞🩷!!! 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 😅👍🏾! 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍— 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 🫠…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟸𝟾𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍…𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚞𝚗'. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕? 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢…

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(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝…𝚋𝚞𝚝 *𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙼* 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!!

𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝙳𝙷𝙳 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌!!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ☺️💞💗💓💕

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Mikey couldn’t do anything right now. Like…anything.

Well…perhaps he was being a bit too dramatic. He was breathing. And he was fidgeting with his squishy cube. So saying he wasn’t doing 'anything' wasn’t entirely true.

Right now he just…couldn’t do anything…productive. 

For example, the box turtle tried making his favorite dishes and deserts! But that endeavor just ended up being a huge mess in the kitchen…and leaving the youngest turtle with a bunch of unappetizing food. 

Which he fed all to Raph by the way. 

Some would call that choice of action cruel but Mikey would just call it 'using his resources'. 

Besides, it’s not like the eldest minded at all. He said, and I quote: 'It has a nice…crunchy feeling to it. Did you put some of Don’s inventions in this?'

Which honestly got a couple of chuckles out of the smallest turtle teen of the bunch.

Then, Mikey tried skateboarding! But for once in all his 14 years of living…it was just utterly boring. 

And after all of that nonsense, Mikey then finally tried reading a comic…but he was too unfocused to even get to the second page…

But what was really new? Mikey could never focus on jackshit even if said jackshit hit him right in the shell. 

His brothers and sister would always have to remind him to stay focused or 'not do this' or 'not do that'.

For example, a couple days ago Donnie had to kindly remind the box turtle (well…as kindly as Donnie could be anyway…) to brush his teeth.

To. Brush. His. Fucking. Teeth. 

And honestly? Having to be reminded to do that was really embarrassing. And the orange banded teen knew his brother didn’t mean to humiliate him internally…but…yeah.

And it’s not like the softshell was wrong either! The youngest turtle just couldn’t freaking accept that he himself couldn’t do such a simple task in the morning. 

But literally every task he completely fails to do is just utterly simple ones!

Like cleaning his room or not forgetting things or even keeping track of time! 

…And the sad part about all of it was Mikey just honestly could not understand how his family haven’t gotten sick of his annoying tendencies…

And let’s be for real here…that was basically all of his tendencies. 

The box turtle groaned loudly in his room, slamming his whole body on his bed as he screamed into his pillow. 

There had to be something he could do instead of just wallowing in his own self pity…

And one of those options could not consist of bothering his family with his random bad mood. They had to put up with him 24/7…the least he could do was give them some space.

The youngest then glanced at his drawing notebook hopefully…

…One little sketch of something random wouldn’t hurt, right?

The amber eyed teen reached for his notebook, grabbing a pen from his drawer as he started to sketch his desk because why the absolute fuck not? Based on the objects he’s drawn in the past…sketching a simple desk should and will be easy, right? Right. 

That was until the orange banded teen’s pencil tip broke. But it was fine! He could just re-sharpen it, right? Right.

That was until the youngest realized he had absolutely no clue where his sharpener was due to the fact his room looked like a pig stie. And there was no way he was looking for it in…that whole situation. 

…The situation he created in the first place. 

Michelangelo layed on his bed with his face staring at the ceiling in frustration, he ran his fingernails along his arms, not making really deep cuts with them but going deep enough for it to hurt a bit.

Like a reasonable turtle would, Mikey should probably get one of his stress toys…or better yet, another pencil!

But let’s be for real here…he’d most likely find a way to fuck that up too.

Suddenly, there was a small, quiet knock on Mikey’s door but…in all honesty? He just wanted to crawl into his shell and sob for the next hour and a half. Letting out a niiiiice and quick 'come in' would take way too much energy. 

The box turtle let out a soft grunt, letting whoever was on the other side know it was a-okay to come in.

Abruptly, Leo peeked in the room, a wide smile plastered on his face as he closed the door, “Damn, Mikester…it looks like every single natural disaster went through your room…”

“I’m cleaning it.” The youngest grumbled to his brother.

“Really? You sure about that, little bro? Because if my memory serves me correct (which it in-fact does), you said that last week. And the week before that…and the week before—“

“I SAID I’M FUCKING CLEANING IT!!!” The orange banded turtle snapped, sitting up on the bed to glare at his immediate older brother before slowly realizing what he just did. 

The youngest’s heart dropped as he looked away from his brother. The orange banded mutant’s eyed widened as silent and small tears ran down his face. He covered his mouth as his other hand turned to a fist, his nails unforgivingly digging into his palm.

“I-I’m sorry…I’m s-sorry…I-I’m so s-sorry…!” He started, rocking himself back and forth before stopping as he was met with a warm embrace. Leonardo hugged him gently but firmly, rubbing the other’s shell in a comforting hold. “Woah woah…! Bud, you have nothing to apologize for…” The slightly older teen said as he rested his chin on the top of his baby brother’s head.

“L-Like h-hell I don’t. I-I just screamed a-at y-you for no reason…” Michelangelo wobbly said. “You were just trying to lighten the mood but I just had to make everything harder like I-I always do…!” 

“Mikey—”

“I-I always do this. I-I’m so f-fucking s-sorry Leo…”

“Mikester…I-I appreciate the apology but it seriously isn’t necessary—”

“You’re probably so sick of me and so angry at me. I-I’m sorry I just—”

“Mikey!” Leo gently yelled to get the other’s attention, squeezing the smaller turtle’s hands as he stared straight at him with pleading eyes. “Do I look mad?”

“…N-No.”

“Do I sound mad?”

“…No.” 

The second youngest sadly smiled, “So what are you apologizing for, hm?”

“…I-I…dunno…I-I just…I just felt I needed to apologize…” The box turtle mumbled as he looked at his hands. The blue banded turtle sighed, slowly getting out of the hug so him and his little brother faced each other. The slider rubbed the other turtle’s palm with his thumb comfortingly, “…Do you wanna talk about it, baby bro?”

The leader in blue was just met with silence…which he could honestly work with.

“Angelo…you know you can tell me…anything, right? Like…anything. Although, it doesn’t have to be me you talk to about it. It could be Raph or Don or April or even Dad or Draxum! I just…don’t want you sitting here and bottling up the way you feel…” 

Silence. Leo continued.

“You’re always there when we need you, Angel. Whether it’s to vent or to just ramble about shit, you’re just…always there. We don’t tell you this enough but we appreciate you always being someone we can lean on…”

Silence. Leo continued.

“But…you do know you can lean on us too, right? Comfort goes both ways and I can see you’re hurting, buddy. So please…if you need to talk to me…I’m right here.”

Mikey sniffled, squeezing Leo’s hand, “I-I d-dunno. Today is just…weird. This whole week has just been…weird.” Leo nodded, giving his brother his full undivided attention, “How so?”

“I just…haven’t been able to do anything…” The smaller teen admitted.

“What do you mean?” The taller teen inquired. 

“I haven’t been able to do…anything. Like, I can’t draw, cook or even skateboard! Me!!! Not being able to skateboard— isn’t that crazy?!” The amber eyed turtle laughed bitterly.

“And it’s not like I can’t do it. I’m perfectly freaking capable of doing it in the right amount of time I want but my brain just. won’t. let. me!” 

“I keep procrastinating and not doing the stuff I want to do and I have no idea why! I’m tired of just putting things off and being this way! I want to do things without having to ask you guys for help or to remind me or to relate it with a hyperfixation that I have!” Mikey hiccuped, a new wave of tears rolling down his face as his hands shook. 

The amber eyed teen sniffled, refusing to look at his immediate older brother at all right now because…holy shit he just overshared a whole lot…

Like…a whoooooooooole freaking lot.

“…That sounds like you.” Leonardo shrugged. 

In a state of just shock and confusion, the box turtle pulled his hands away from his brother, looking up at him as lime green eyes met amber ones. “I…what…?” Michelangelo murmured.

“I said that sounds like you.” Leo said again casually as Mikey glared at him, “Yeah. I heard what you said but that isn’t helpful.”

“I’m just being honest with you, Mikester.” Leo said, “Just…let me explain, okay?”

“…You have five minutes before I kick you out of my room.” 

“Deal.” The lime green eyed mutant commented, “You can’t draw, cook or skateboard right now. You’re procrastinating and not doing the stuff you want to do in the time you planned…is that correct?” 

Michelangelo sent deathly daggers to his brother— which the other wasn’t phased by at all. This time was probably the best time to crawl in his own shell and just sob his eyes out because what kind of dumbass question was his dumbass brother asking him?!

“…Yes.” The orange banded teen mumbled. 

“And…why are those bad things?” 

“WHY?!” The box turtle huffed out a laugh of annoyance, “Pfft— you’re asking me why. Maybe it’s because it’s annoying?! Maybe because it’s frustrating to deal with and I don’t want to burden you guys with my problems?! Maybe because I don’t want to fucking feel or be this way?!” The youngest shouted, breathing heavily as he finished his rant. 

The box turtle looked away again, silently cursing at himself for getting annoyed so easily. “Mikey.” Leo started again, “Your being too hard on yourself, okay? No one is expecting you to be at your 100% all the time.” 

“What you just described to me; you being able to not focus or you getting bored easily or procrastinating with stuff is…literally you. You’re just being you.” The slider explained as he held his baby brother’s hand in his. “And I get it. It’s hard to deal with it sometimes and it’s going to be hella frustrating. Like…super borderline frustrating. But you can’t shun them away and just…try to ignore them, bubs…”

“Let’s take moi for example. I’m impulsive, I talk loud and lose things daily. Those three things don’t make up my whole personality but it would be super weird and off-putting if I just…didn’t do or have those three things, right?” 

The youngest giggled wetly, “Yeah…it would. A-And by the way, I’m still waiting for you to find that glittery pen kit I gave you…”

Leonardo groaned loudly and dramatically, causing the other teen to giggle louder, “I’m looking for it, okay?! It’s in my room…somewhere.” The taller mutant mused, “But anyways…back to you. You procrastinate, you relate things to your hyperfixations and you can’t do some of your favorite tasks from time to time…those are some traits that make up you, is it not?” 

Mikey sniffled, rolling his eyes playfully due to the fact he knew damn well where this was going, “Yeah…” 

Leo smiled softly, seeing his younger brother was starting to get his point, “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I know sometimes it’s hard to deal with the things you described but you have us for that.” He said as his smile turned to a grin. 

“You can come to me— to us— anytime. We love you for who you are…your flaws and all and we just…I-I need you to know that we love you so so much—!” The slider was cut off by a sudden abrupt embrace from the box turtle. The orange banded teen sobbed into the other’s shoulder, clutching the taller turtle like a lifeline. 

“T-Thank you…” The box turtle wobbly said through tears.  

“Of course, Angel.” Leo said as he hugged his baby brother back, “I love you.” He said as he kissed the other teen on the head.

“I-I l-love you too…”

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“Tell your thoughts to shut up.” Leo said as he lightly poked Mikey in the forehead numerous times. The two were sitting on the box turtle’s bed just simply…relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Michelangelo was sitting in between his older brother’s legs as he had his shell to his brother’s plastron.

Leonardo hugged his brother protectively, resting his chin on the top of the box turtle’s head. “What do you mean?” The youngest giggled out. “I can hear your thoughts, man. You’re not bothering me or disturbing me in any way, shape or form, alright…?” 

The amber eyed turtle nodded, squeezing Leo’s hand, “Y-Yeah…I know...” 

“I’m choosing to be here because I love you. I don’t feel obligated to be here, okay? You’re not annoying and you, neither your problems are a burden…okay?” The slider said reassuringly, “It’s okay to ask us for help…and we don’t mind reminding you to do things…okay?” 

“You’ve said ‘okay’ like, fifty times…”

“Mikey.” 

“Mhm…yeah yeah…I gotcha…”

The elder looked at his brother skeptically, resting his chin on his little brother’s shoulder so they made solid eye contact, “I want you to say it.” 

“…Say what exactly?”

“I want you to say that you are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” 

“You are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” Michelangelo grinned smugly. Leonardo glared at the youngest’s interpretation to his statement, “Mikey, you know exactly what I meant.” 

“I said what you wanted me to say…so…” The amber eyed teen trailed off.

“Michelangelo.” The slider said in a warning tone as he poked the other’s side. The box turtle squeaked at the unexpected touch, trying to stop his immediate older brother from doing it again but his brother had a strong but gentle grip on him…

Then the smallest turtle came to recognition that he was stuck in a potential tickle hug with no way out…

…How wonderful. 

“L-Leeheeo…doohoo nahat.” The orange banded mutant warned through his giggles, said warning not seeming too threatening due to the fact he was already laughing up a storm. The leader in blue raised a brow, poking the other’s side repeatedly, “I just want you to repeat what I said…in the first person.” The taller teen specified.

The smaller turtle squirmed in the hug, small frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth. This…really wasn’t how he was expecting his day to go. Just about an hour ago, he was wallowing in sadness about the stuff he hated about himself, to talking about it with his brother, to now getting tickled by his brother.

…So could he really complain about how things turned out?

…Yes. Yes, he absolutely could.  

“Leeheeon! Plehease dohon’t!” The youngest squealed as one of his brother’s hands hovered over his stomach. Mikey held onto the other’s wrists, trying to stop his elder brother from tickling him but his small attempts ending up to be all for nothing as Leo effortlessly tickled his stomach with one hand.

“LEEHEEHAHAHA!!” Michelangelo laughed wholeheartedly, swatting at his brother’s arms. The lime green eyed turtle cooed at the gesture, now using both of his hands to attack the youngest’s plastron, “D'aww…look at you giggling your head off~! You’re my adorable little bundle of amazingness, aren’t you~?”

The smaller teen shook his head, a faint blush appearing on his face, “STAHA— squeal N-NAHAHA!”

“What~? What was that?” The blue banded mutant asked as he kneaded the box turtle’s hips. “GYAHAH— squeal SHIHIHIT! COHOME OHAHAN!!!” The amber eyed turtle cried frantically as he kicked his legs on the mattress slightly. 

The youngest squealed with laughter, curling in on himself as he slumped in his big brother’s hold. Leonardo just sighed fondly at the action, wrapping the other in another hug as he raspberried his neck. “LEEHEEHEE!! PLAHAH— squeak NAHAHAT THEHERE squeak PLEHEASE PLEHEASE— squeak!!!”

“Not there~?” The elder lightly mocked, “What about…here~?” He mused as he used his hands to scribble all over the younger turtle’s ribs. Mikey cackled, shaking his head to try and at least subside the tickly feelings.

“NAHAHA— squeal AHAHAHA!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EHE— squeal EHEHEITHER!!! LEEHEEO!!” The orange banded turtle squeaked as Leo stopped for a second, “I’ve tried sooooo many spots, buddy! How many times are you gonna say not there, hm?”

Mikey genuinely squawked louder than a firefighter siren, squirming so much it looked like he was actually being electrocuted. “PLEHEHAHA LEEHEEO NAHAHAT THEHEHE RIHIHIBS!!!” He cackled. 

“Not the riiiibs~? Why~? Is it because it’s your tickle spot~? Your tickletickletickle spot~? Because you’re ticklish~?” Leonardo asked as he lightly nibbled the crook of Mikey’s neck. 

Michelangelo screamed in laughter, scrunching up his shoulders as he dug his heels on the bed, a couple of his plushies sadly falling on the floor (R.I.P. man…) “EEEHEEHEEP!!! S-STAHAP BEEHEEING MEEHEAN!” Mikey said as he thrashed on the bed. 

The slider said nothing, his hands sneaking up to the box turtle’s underarms. “AAAAHAHAHA! OHO NOHOHO— squeak SHIT! SHIHIHAHAT!”

Happy tears slowly begin to appear in the smallest teen’s eyes, he weakly hit Leo’s arms as a last attempt to be set free, “LEHEHEMME squeal GOHOHOHO!” 

“Ohonly if you sahay it, bubs.” 

“IHIHI— SQUEAK!! LEEHEEHEEON!!!” 

“Yeeeees, baby brother~?” The elder dragged out as he kneaded the other’s hips.

“IHI’LL SAHAY IHIHAT I-IHIHI’LL SAHAHAY IHIT!!” The amber eyed teen squealed. 

“And you promise not to be a sassy little shit about it~?” The older teen asked.

“SQUEAK YEHAHAHA— SQUEAK YEHES YEHES I-I PROHOHOMISE!” 

Leo stopped tickling his little brother, hugging him protectively as the youngest caught his breath slowly but surely. “W-Wahait…whahat squeak wahas ihihat yohou eeheeven wahanted me squeak to sahay again?” 

The taller turtle pondered for a bit, thinking to himself before loudly groaning, “That’s…a good damn question. I don’t really remember exactly what I wanted you to say in the first place…” The lime green eyed turtle sighed, “Forgetfulness at its finest...” 

The red eared slider adjusted himself, making sure the other was comfortable before starting to speak again, “Well…based on what we talked about…could you maybe just…y'know…” Leo gestured with his hands before groaning, “Do you get what I’m trying to say, man?” 

“…I thihink I have ahan idea…” Mikey giggled as he fiddled with his hands, “I shouldn’t beat myself up so much because of some of my traits or quirks. And I’m allowed to feel frustrated and/or upset because things don’t go my way because of them. But…I shouldn’t allow those things to put me down...”

Michelangelo smiled softly, rubbing his palm with his thumb, “They don’t define me as a person but they make me a person. I don’t need to be at my best 100% and I’m allowed to have bad days. And if things get too overwhelming or difficult I can just go to you guys.” 

Mikey hugged himself, letting out a small laugh as his happy tears welled up in his eyes, “I’m just…being me. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Leonardo teared up at his brother’s words, hugging him tighter than he ever had before and burying his face at the back of the youngest’s head.

“Never forget that, Miguelito…never forget that.” 

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