#red bean the turtle

[lilmisbehaviour]

Matcha and red bean as humans

(if anyone still remembers them)

Both owns by me and @diona-98

[abbeyofcyn]

[monebula-art]

More Turtle refs for Fleeting! Yes, Harley is the one who made the pants originally, after Mikey almost catches pneumonia. And I was practicing some Leos since in this AU there’s actually farm animals at the Farmhouse. And since Leo decides to be a moody loner out in the barn the second he can walk, I thought it’d be fun if he had some company, even if he doesn’t really want any. Clyde is the name of the draft horse. A gentle giant. And there’s another, older brown colored mare named Bonnie who likes to bite~

I didn’t actually include any design notes on the original post cuz I was a lil burnt out, but this time I’ve got details and closeups under the cut!

Not exactly an original take, but in my FleetingAU, the boys all originated as common red ear sliders. Scale patterns! I had tried it on Leo originally in another sketch and found it so cute that I fell in love with it, so had to give them all their own patterns. The other element was their eyes! Which is one of my favorite parts about them since they have the dark bar pupils horizontally across their irises that common sliders have! Natural turtle eyes are so pretty if you look at them so I had to incorporate it. They also have different plastron patterns and shapes, it they are t all on display here as they were in the full lineup post.

Starting with everyone’s favorite Red Ranger, Raphael! I designed him with a boxier build and shape to his head, with an angled squarish beak and brow ridges. He’s the second tallest of the brothers, with a second heaviest build. I went with a scale pattern that was somewhat similar to Leo’s but the direction of it is different, and I wanted thinner spacing that made it sort of resemble blood splatters. And the pattern under the angle of his jaw almost feels like it could be sideburns which felt lol and rugged, which is Raph’s whole vibe. Seemed to suit him~ Raph also obviously has a few scars about him, with all the brawling he gets into but he’s proud of them, and they’re mostly covered by his mask anyway. His eyes are an amber-brown color, with a sharper and more focused shape to them that always makes him seem like he’s glaring.

Next we got the angst magnet himself, Leonardo. FleetingAU takes place specifically in the 2 month period after the events of The Shredder Strikes Back. So Leo is in his first angst arc over that winter at the Farmhouse. He’s got a lot of fresh scars after the beating he took, including a pretty stark line over his right eye, a gash on his jaw close to his neck, and two claw-like marks on the lower left side of his face. His face shape is the sharpest and most angular, with a smaller beak and more narrowly sloped snout and head. I took a bit of inspiration from Rise of the TMNT’s Leo. ^w^ He’s also the shortest and most lithe of the brothers because Short-Leo supremacy. And also having recently rewatched season 1-5 of 03, he’s always the most flippy and extra with the way he moves. A smaller and more compact build just made more sense for all those acrobatics. His scale pattern is a lot closer in clusters and spaces out as it moves away from his back towards his collarbone, and down his shoulders. I like the ones across his nose the most. His eyes are a somewhat rounded almond shape, with dark blue-grey colored irises.

Up next we got the squishiest smartest boy, Donatello! My bean. This isn’t the most original take either but Donnie is the tallest! He is also the bulkiest and like physically strong turtle. My reasoning is, I like drawing him as a beefy nerd, and in one episode I saw him deadlift a metal support beam off of himself with no assistance. Bro is jacked and you will not change my mind. But since in both his voice and demeanor he just seems like a sweetheart, I made him squishy because I just wanna squish his cheeks, he’s round in the face with the flattest beak of the boys that curves sharply downward almost making him look a little owl-like from the front with a rounder and fuller chin and jaw. Since he’s also the most jacked/heavy of the boys, doing all the crazy cartwheels and flipporama Mikey and Leo can do isn’t as easy to sustain or display for Don. But just like the sturdy Bo staff he wields, Don is a firm standing and sturdy figure with a gentle and soft demeanor. Make no mistake tho, he’s hard as a rock despite how squishable he looks. His scale pattern is more in raised gloves that resemble stripes that start at his snout and line the entire back of his head and around down his shoulders as far as his elbows. He’s got rounder, somewhat sad looking eyes that kinda play into his owlishness, which is fun ass hell to run into at 4am in a pitch black lair. His irises are a forest green color.

Last but obviously not least is my chaotic genius, Michelangelo. Mikey has generally rounder features with a more square jaw, but a sharper beak that’s rounded at the snout kinda like Don’s it just doesn’t slope as steeply. Mikey is the second shortest, with a somewhat squarer build in shape but is narrower/smaller in size and muscle than his brothers obviously. On display by the free form and flippy style of fighting he uses. He’s light on his feet and won’t let anybody forget it. His facial features are gentle, with bright, wide eyes that seem to always turn upward at the ends a little as if he were always smiling. His face has a very gentle and friendly look to it that’s disarming to look at. Like this lil guy won’t hurt me, though he very well could. Won’t look any less cute doing it. His scales are the least clustered in a bubbly freckle-like pattern over his snout, cheeks, head and shoulders down to his elbows. He’s the only one who hasn’t got any scales on his jawline at all I thought it made him look a lil softer/younger in his features. His eyes are chocolate brown, Cuz he’s a sweetie. With Mikey I tend to incorporate his personality in the poses I put him in and the WAY he moves, and less in the distinctness of his appearance.

And there’s the boys! Hope y’all are enjoying my lil FleetingAU previews!

[mightyfoz]

re-draw time babeyyy, and more dark turtle content. of course it's of my favorite red-bean Dark Raph. I've always thought of him being very happy to hold some sort of animal like a chicken and actually want to take care of it, showing how he's a super caring and sweet guy <3 i also tried to keep the color pallet but also make it a little more saturated than the original

comparison under the line :] [old 2020 - new 2024]

[allyheart707]

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Bean, sweet potato and Kale slop loosely based on the much nicer looking one @robustcornhusk posted a while back.

[docgold13]

The Folks behind the Toons

Tex Avery

Frederick Bean "Tex" Avery was born February 26, 1908, in Taylor, Texas.  Following a short stint at the Art Institute of Chicago, Avery headed out to Los Angeles where he got his start in the animation business as an inker, working on cels for animated short films in the Oswald the Lucky Rabbit series.  Soon he was promoted to an assistant to director Bill Nolan.  Avery finagled his way into Warner Brothers pretending to have much more experience as a director than he actually did.  

Avery was assigned to work primarily on the black-and-white Looney Tunes instead of the Technicolor Merrie Melodies, but was allowed to make color Merrie Melodies beginning with Page Miss Glory from 1936.  Later that year he directed Porky the Rainmaker which stared a new version of Porky Pig that Avery designed.  This was followed by Porky's Duck Hunt in 1937, which introduced the character of Daffy Duck, who possessed a new form of zaniness that had not been seen before in animated cartoons. Daffy was an almost completely crazy, bounding about the film frame in double-speed, yammering nonsensically in a high-pitched, sped-up voice provided by actor Mel Blanc.  

The madcap style of Avery’s direction was a significant departure from much of what was being done in animation.  Many of the cartoons were slower, more gentle and similar to those produced at Walt Disney Studios.  Although initially thought of as low-brow and overly silly, Avery's style was a hit with audiences and he went on to direct dozens of subsequent cartoons, introducing many characters who would become staples in Warner Brothers’ catalog, including Elmer Fudd, Cecil Turtle and Willoughby the Dog.  He additionally came up with Bugs Bunny’s trademark phrase eh, what’s up, doc?’  which was how Tex greeted his friends throughout his childhood and teenage years.  

In 1941, Avery left Warners and signed with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, where he formed his own animation unit and directed shorts in Technicolor that were produced by Fred Quimby.  Avery’s work at MGM led to the creation of many new characters, such as Droopy Dog, Screwy Squirrel, a new iteration of the Big Bad Wolf and of course Red Hot Riding Hood (hubba hubba) . 

During his time at MGM, Avery became friends with fellow animators, William Hanna and Joseph Barbera.  Hanna and Barbera would borrow some of Avery’s madcap schtick in crafting their break-out hit, Tom and Jerry.  

Avery left MGM and went to work for Walter Lantz Productions in 1954.  Here he created Chilly Willy and directed numerous toons featuring the penguin.   His 1955 short, Crazy Mixed Up Pup, along with he Chilly Willy short The Legend of Rockabye Point were both nominated for an Academy Award.  

Avery went into semi retirement following the death of his son from a heroin overdose.  The tragedy contributed to the break up of Avery’s marriage to Patricia Johnson and led to a prolonged depression.  He returned to the industry briefly, working for his old friends Hanna and Barbera where he wrote gags for Saturday morning cartoons such as Fred and Barney Meet the Thing and Kwicky Koala.  

Avery passed away from lung cancer in 1980.  He is buried in Forest Lawn Memorial Park, Hollywood Hills, in a grave next to his son.  Avery’s signature style of breakneck pacing, nutty sight gags, exaggerated expressions and fourth-wall breaking bits would become incorporated into many of the other cartoons continuing to this day.   Avery’s influence is especially evident in such projects as The Ren and Stimpy Show, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, The Mask, SpongeBob SquarePants, and many others.  

[empressuxu]

Dear Soulmate

╭┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈╮Chapter 1 ╭┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈╮

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ Next

It was late in the hideout. It was quiet, not a single sound could be heard. Everyone was asleep, all piled up in the living room. Another movie night has come and gone. The movie ended with nothing but a black screen on display. Nothing but static can be heard from the speakers. The white noise that entices the turtles into a deeper sleep. 

Soon, a soft melody could be heard from the speaker. It was quiet at first, but the volume started to play louder. The melody caused the four turtles to awaken from their slumber. 

"Does anyone else hear music?" Mikey asked, rubbing his eyes, trying to take the sleepiness away. 

"It appears to be coming from the speaker." Donnie walked behind the speaker and pulled the plug. "that should solve it" 

He returned to his bean bag, ready to go back to sleep. The melody is still playing. "Anyone else still got that beat in their head?" 

Before anyone could respond, a voice could be heard. 

"This next song is for my soulmate. So, don't turn the station if you can't hear a thing. You know the drill."

Do you live in New York City? Or a couple towns away? Wherever you are, I'd jump in my car Just to see you today

Will I meet you at a party? Sit next to you on a plane? Maybe I already know you and love you But will fall in love someday

"Are you sure you unplugged the speak, my dear twin?" Leo asked, walking closer to the unplugged speaker. He froze, seeing the speak was indeed unplugged. "Guys, it unplugged, and it's still playing!"

The brothers started to panic. Raph sprung into action and picked up the speaker. He slammed it to the ground, hoping it would stop the music, but sadly, the music continued to play.  The brothers gathered around the speaker, wondering what was happening. 

The music stopped, and the same soft-spoken girl spoke again, "Well, listeners, if you could hear the last song, look at your hands. If you are my soulmate, give it a little pull and let me know if you're real." 

The brothers looked at their hands and saw the red string tied to their fingers. Thinking it couldn't be real, they pulled it. 

A soft cry was heard through the speaker. "I knew you were real." 

Crying is all the brothers can hear. It lasted for a minute before the sound of paper being shuffled around. She spoke again, but this time in a happier mood. "Soulmate, I hope we can meet soon. I wish I could go with you tonight, but sadly, I must move on with the show. That being said, to all the healing hearts, please enjoy the next song."

Raph looked at the red sting in his hand. He just couldn't understand what was happening. One minute, he was asleep, and the next, he had a soulmate. A soulmate that his brothers share. "So what are we gonna do about this?" 

"I guess we can follow the string to the end and see where it leads." Leo pulled on the string once again, still not believing it was real. 

Donnie clapped his hand to get the attention of his brothers. "We could, but we have no idea when the string will end. What if it leads out of New York?!" 

"It doesn't hurt to try. Maybe she's in New York like at the beginning of the song said." Mikey exclaimed. He was excited to meet this person. Wondering what type of person she was. Did she like art? Or pizza?  Oh, the questions he wanted to ask her. 

"I guess she could be in New York." Donnie thought about the possibility that she could be near. Perhaps that's why she chose the song. Maybe she hoped her soulmate was close to her. It doesn't hurt to check. He thought that in the worst-case scenario, the string doesn't end and goes past the city limit, and that's it. No more looking. But that made his heart hurt. He doesn't want to think he would never meet her. If they were soulmates, then they were meant to be together. 

"Well, Let's get this show on the road." Leo grabbed onto Mikey and Raph. "We have a soulmate to look for."

~Small Time Skip~

"Well, my lovely listeners, we have come to the end of tonight's show. I'm off to find my soulmate, so wish me luck. Love you always, y/n." The h/c girl pressed the end live button with a heavy sigh. 

She got up and sat on her bed. Her head was full of thoughts of her finally finding her soulmate. She had just moved to New York. This would be the 7th city she moved to in hopes of finding her soulmate, and to think she would find them is scary. 

What if they see me and don't like me? The young girl thought maybe they were already in love with someone else. Would that make her the other woman? Or would he tell her to leave him be? She looked at her hand, seeing the sting on her pinky finger. It glowed a bright red, a reminder of her soulmate. 

A knock on her window brought her out of her thoughts. 

"Hello?" She said, slightly sacred since it was still dark out. She moved closer to the window as quietly and slowly as she could, but suddenly, the red string shrunk, pulling her to the window.  

Right as she was gonna hit the window, it flung open. Her eyes closed, waiting for the impact of the railing of the emergency exist outside of her window. But it never came. 

She opened her eyes to green arms holding on her. Her e/c eyes darted up to see a turtle in a red mask. But not just one but four, each with a different color mask tied around their eyes.

Y/n couldn't believe her eyes. I must be dreaming, she thought. The shocked girl gave herself a pinch on her arm, and it hurt. "I guess I'm not dreaming. "

Raph pulled Y/n up. "Are you ok?" 

"As fine as I can be." She looked around, trying to get her bearing as well as taking in the appearance of each turtle. They're taller than me. The girl thought, feeling a bit self-conscious about her height now. She began to play with the sleeves of her oversized hoodie, trying to calm her nerves. "So why are you here?"

Mikey came closer to the girl. He smiled and raised his hand to show the red string on his smallest finger. "Well, our speaker picked up your broadcast, and we heard the song you played. Then these strings appeared on our hands, so we followed them here." 

He grabbed your hands with his and smiled. "So, soulmate, do you like pizza?" 

"I do," She spoke softly, still trying to catch up on what was going on. "Wait, so all of you hear the song, and all of you have a string on your finger?" 

The brothers nodded. 

Y/n pulled her hands out of Mikey's grasp, making him pout. She leaned on the window frame, trying to make sense of this whole mess. She had never heard of someone having multiple soulmates. It would make sense why she could never stick to one hobby. Or why, no matter anyone she dated, they never made her feel whole. Her soul wasn't looking for her other half it was looking for her missing pieces. 

While the girl processed her thoughts, she didn't notice the brother's faces growing paler with every second. Did she not like them? Was this a mistake? Their minds begin to wonder. 

Their thought was interrupted by the small girl clapping her hands. 

"Did you want to come in?" She asked as she climbed back into her room, holding back her pink curtains. She smiled at them shyly. "Are you coming, soulmates? Don't make me ask a third time."

They nodded their heads and rushed inside. 

Y/n giggled at their eagerness. No amount of words can describe how she feels right now. Just seeing them here in her room made her so happy that she wanted to smother them in kisses. But it's too early for that, she thought, she didn't want to scare them away. Then again, if they were her soulmates, they wouldn't be scared so easily, would they? Now that she thinks about it, she doesn't even know their names, nor do they know hers. 

"So my name is Y/n L/n." 

"I'm Mikey, but my full name is Michelangelo. But it's kind of long, so Mikey or Honey Bunches or whatever you want to call me is cool with me."

"This big guy here is Raphael, but we call him Raph." Mikey patted his brother's shoulder "You could call him your teddy bear since he is one." 

Mikey and Raph looked at their other brother, waiting for them to introduce themselves. 

Donnie coughs before speaking. Trying to muster all the bad boy persona he can. "I'm Othello Von Ryan." 

"Now, you do not want to start this relationship with a lie, my dear brother Donatello. " Leo cried playfully "You can this guy Donnie if you want." 

Leo dropped down to one knee and grabbed her hand. "I'm Leonardo or Leo. But you, my sweet, can call me yours."

Y/n blushed so hard that she swore her head was gonna pop off. The now red-faced girl pulled her hand away from Leo. She backed away from him and quickly covered her face with her hoodie, not wanting to show them how quickly her face turned red from that simple pickup line. Sadly, it was too late the blue-masked turtle took notice and grinned. 

"So, did you want to tell our future kids how we met, or should I tell them." He walked closer to her. 

Y/n didn't think her face could get more red, but it did. " K-kids, but we just met. Why would you even be thinking about that right now?" 

Leo grabbed her hand, that hand her red string, and he held it close to his chest. He gave her his most charming smile "What can I say I can feel a string pulling us close. Can't help but think of our future."

His brothers, seeing the girl's face get redder, decide it was best to help her.

"Leo, I think she had enough." Raph picked his brother up

"Yeah, I don't think it's safe for her to get that red. Can't she pass out?""  Mikey asked worryingly 

"Well, people don't pass out because of their face turning red from embarrassment it's more because of other factors like if her blood pressure drops low enough. Or she could start hyperventilating and get shortness of breath. Then she could pass out." 

"And thank you, Donnie, for that info dump." 

"Not a problem, Nardo."

Y/n could feel her face starting to cool down. She took a deep breath, trying to ease her heart. She would have never thought that one of her soulmates would be this flirty, but she can't. No one could ever make her heart race as much as he could just now. 

"Um, so what happens now?" She asked, looking at the brothers. 

No one spoke. 

Her heart began to race again, scared once more that they were now thinking about the thought of her and not like her. She played with her sleeves, trying not to reach in and pick at her old scars on her arms. She's been rejected before but never by four different beings at once, much less four who are supposed to be her soulmates.

Mikey takes a few steps to the distressed girl. "Are you not weirded out by us being mutants?" 

She looked at him in confusion. Did they not understand that her radio show? It's not a normal show. "Why would I be?" She scratched the back of her head. "I mean, you guys do understand that I'm not normal, right? I mean, I know I'm not a mutant or a yokai, but you have to get that normal people can't do what my radio show does, right?"

"Wait, so do you know about the Hidden City, too?" Donnie questioned 

"Well, yeah, I mean, I was born there, after all." Y/n walked over to her bookshelf. She pulled a red and pink book from her shelf. "Here, I have some photos that my mom saved feel free to look." 

Donnie took the scrapbook from her hands. His brother gathered around the book. 

She watched as they looked at her childhood photos. She would have loved to explain to them her childhood, but she can't talk about it without crying now. Her youth was wonderful, but now that she knows why it was so great, it leaves a sour taste in her mouth. 

"So you're not bothered at all by us being turtles?" Mikey asked

"Not at all." Y/n pulled some hair from her face. "Are you bothered with me being human?"

"I think I speak for all of us, but no, not at all." 

"Well, Leo, what happens now? You all have a sting that leads to me, and I have a single string that slits four ways. What do you want?" She pulled on her string. "I'd rather cut ties now if you don't want this to be a thing."

Leo looked at his brothers, who looked at their strings. He looked at his own, pulling on it slightly, and still couldn't believe this was real. None of them had any huge successes with love. How can they when the only girl they know is like a sister to them? 

"We could try," Raph spoke softly. "I mean, we won't know if this could work if we don't try, right?"

"You're right all we can do is try and hope for the best." Y/n grabbed her phone off her bed. "So, I guess I could get your numbers so we can talk more?" 

[purrincess-chat]

Adrien Agreste's Road to Recovery Playlist CH1

Happy Christmas! You all voted, so here we go~ The sequel to Marinette Dupain-Cheng's Spite Playlist: Remix has begun.

Summary: The day Hawkmoth was unmasked was a day marked in Paris history as a celebration, a triumph, a victory, but for Adrien Agreste it was anything but. Left to grapple with his father's villainy and a yachtful of childhood trauma, Adrien finds himself spat back out into a world that no longer knows what to think of the face they once revered, and neither does he, for that matter. Who is Adrien Agreste? And what does he want? The answers lie at the end of a long road filled with painful memories, secrets, and of course, black cat ears.

Rating: T

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For those who don't like sodium chloride content and therefore, haven't read MDCSPR, I've provided a quick summary of MDCSPR that includes everything you will need to know going into this fic as it is a direct sequel, though this fic contains no sodium content and is entirely an exploration of Adrien's character amidst the fallout of learning the truth about his father. If that interests you, here is what you missed:

Quick summary of MDCSPR for those that never read it, but who want to read this:

After the events of Chameleon, Marinette changes schools because of Lila’s influence over her classmates and because she was almost akumatized. She enrolls at a private art academy full of incredibly rich and talented classmates. There she meets a new group of friends:

Macy Chanteur: a tall, perky, brown hair, brown eyed girl with the voice of an angel who has been recovering from an eating disorder. Modelled Marinette’s center-piece design in her summer fashion show. Former wielder of the rabbit Miraculous (Bunny). Dating Martin.

Eliott Chasse: a black trans boy with aspirations to be a famous actor. Starred as Chat Noir in a community play. Somewhat of a flirt. Bi panic incarnated. Former wielder of the fox Miraculous (Malin). Dating Lisette.

Martin Michel: a lanky brown hair, green eyed boy with glasses. Very smart and a skilled photographer, one of his photos was featured on the cover of Style Magazine (Audrey’s company) after Marinette’s fashion show. Shy bean. Former wielder of the turtle Miraculous (Emerald Shell). Dating Macy.

Gabrielle Burton: a tall red-head with green eyes. Formerly wealthy, formerly the school mean girl. Friends with Marinette. Former wielder of the tiger Miraculous (Tigress).

Lisette Auclair: tiny blonde girl with brown eyes. Makeup fanatic. Shy bean. Secretly savage. Pastel bitch. Just a tiny little fairy. Former wielder of the mouse Miraculous (Souris Rose). Dating Eliott.

During her time at her new school, Marinette helped her new friends change into more confident individuals who stand up for each other and others. She even helped a few of them find the courage to confess their feelings to one another. Shortly after she transferred, she and Alya’s friendship fell apart after Alya was akumatized. Alya spent the rest of the story trying to figure out what went wrong and who to trust.

After Marinette transferred, Adrien began visiting her to check in and keep in touch. He often relayed Lila’s influence over their classmates. Chloe tried to enlist Marinette’s help in taking Lila down (because she’s stealing all the attention away from her), but Marinette refused. After Lila taunted Adrien about Marinette, he joined forces with Chloe to attempt to out her as a liar, but the two were unsuccessful.

Adrien realized that he cares deeply for Marinette, and eventually the two started dating. The rest of the class remained torn on who to believe in the Lila vs Marinette debate. However, when Lila accused Marinette of pushing her down the stairs on a school field trip to the Louvre, most of her classmates turned back to Lila’s side, prompting Marinette to join forces with Adrien and Chloe to take her down. They devised a plan to make Marinette famous by pitching a fashion line to Chloe’s mother who helped Marinette start her brand by hosting a fashion show.

After the show’s success, Marinette’s brand took off, and she was propelled into stardom that she and her friends used to perform a lot of charity work, but more specifically, they performed all of the acts Lila claimed to have done, thus rooting her lies out from underneath. When Alya caught wind of all of their accomplishments and realized Lila lied, she outed her in an Instagram live, thus bringing her down once and for all.

On the same night as Alya’s Instagram live, Ladybug and friends finally defeated Hawkmoth, a revelation that rocked Adrien to the core. He spent several months in a hospital wrestling with mental demons inflicted from his abusive childhood. Around the end of November/beginning of December, he left the hospital only to find that his mother had succumbed to her illness and passed away. He attended her burial alone, then returned to his old home to retrieve a few items before it is set to be demolished and turned into a new foundation for akuma victims to help heal their trauma. (funded by Marinette). He parted ways with Nathalie and left to meet Marinette at the train station where they both gave their Miraculouses back to Master Fu who headed to London to finally be with Marianne. After their goodbyes, they returned to Marinette’s home where her parents set up a spare room for Adrien to stay with them.

(Epilogue) Several years later, he and Marinette return to Paris from NY where they both live while Marinette is in school and training under Audrey Bourgeois. Adrien visits his father in prison for the first and last time to tell him how happy he has become when not under his control. He and Marinette enjoy tea with friends, and after they leave, Adrien brings her to the Trocadero to the exact spot he was standing when he fell in love with her as Chat Noir all those years ago. He asks her to marry him, and she says yes.

This story takes place between the events of Adrien moving in with the Dupain-Cheng’s and the epilogue. Specifically, it begins the very same night that MDCSPR ended on. The Adrien and Marinette of this story are not canon’s Adrien and Marinette as they have already been through the events of MDCSPR. In particular, this Marinette is now a famous fashion designer, and Adrien is essentially a traumatized orphan trying to find where he fits in in the world. This story follows his road to recovery with all of its ups and downs. Keep the epilogue in your thoughts as you read this. It will help XD Enjoy!

Without further adieu, here is Adrien Agreste's Road to Recovery Playlist CH1:

Chapter 1

♪♫ Easier to Run ♪♫

The soft brush of Marinette’s fingertips on the nape of his neck should have been relaxing, but Adrien was still on edge. It was a losing battle really. Laying against her chest on the couch, while she played with his hair, warm and safe. Last summer, Adrien would have considered it bliss and fallen right asleep, but he didn’t want to close his eyes, a fact that became increasingly frustrating the sleepier he felt. He could tell her to stop, but after 3 months apart, the last thing he wanted was to let go of her, even if the steady rise and fall of her chest only made his eyelids heavier.

A laugh track played from the sitcom on the living room TV Adrien had stopped watching, a heavy fog descending over him. His eyelids drooped, his vision clouding over. He took a sharp breath to wake himself up again, but the effect lasted less than a second. It had been a long day—leaving the mental hospital, saying goodbye to his mother, Nathalie, and Master Fu. Plus, M. and Mme. Dupain-Cheng cooked him a feast worthy of a king to celebrate his homecoming. He really shouldn’t have eaten that extra slice of cake. The sugar-high he’d been riding was about to run out, and he was crashing fast. He cursed himself when Marinette nuzzled closer, pressing a soft kiss to his temple, and his exhaustion took control.

The blackness was nice at first, but purple light filled his mind, flashes of deep grey eyes glaring up at him. His eyes flew open with a jolt, and he let out a sigh.

“You okay?” Marinette asked.

She was as perceptive as ever. It was one of the things he loved about her, but it made it hard to maintain the mask.

“I’m fine.” He assured her.

“Are you ready to go to bed?” She shifted to look him in the eye.

He smiled up at her and shook his head. “I don’t want to get up just yet. Let’s just stay like this a while longer, please?”

Marinette searched his expression, blue eyes filled with worry. She laid back down after a moment, seemingly appeased, and Adrien’s battle against his eyelids resumed. When he was in the hospital, he could pace in the privacy of his room or call in a nurse if his nerves became too much to bear, and although he knew the Dupain-Cheng’s would be supportive, he couldn’t bring himself to tell them about the nightmares. He was already burdening them enough.

A couple minutes passed—or maybe it was twenty—and Marinette clicked off the TV. Adrien sat up, stifling a yawn as Marinette stretched. His phone read midnight, the start of a new day. The second longest day of his life was officially over, but the sleep haze only brought with it flashes of things he’d rather not think about.

“We should go to bed,” Marinette said, her voice low and gravelly.

“Or we could stay up and play video games.” Adrien flashed her a grin, but she wasn’t biting.

“I’m exhausted, aren’t you?” She stood up.

“Oh, come on. It’s been months since you’ve kicked my butt. Just one round.” He took her hand, tugging her back to the couch, but she stood her ground.

“I’ll kick your butt tomorrow,” she said around a yawn. She stooped to give him a quick kiss, smoothing her thumb over his lips. “Good night.”

Adrien sighed as she headed for the stairs, jumping up to chase after her. “Wait, give me a real kiss good night.”

She paused on the bottom step with a moan, and Adrien flashed her a pleading look. A coy smile curled on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He pulled her in, kissing her long and deep, but as his lips parted to invite his tongue into the equation, she pulled back with a giggle.

“I love you so much, but I’m way too tired for that. I’m falling asleep on my feet,” she said. 

“Five more minutes.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I’ve missed you.”

With a relenting sigh, she leaned in again, running her fingers through his hair. He held her close, memorizing how her body felt against his. It wasn’t completely deceptive. He had missed her, achingly so, but her pity only lasted another minute.

“Go to bed, minou.” She squished his cheeks together. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Oh, come on. We used to stay up later than this talking on the phone.” He teased. “You’ve gotten soft.”

“Bold talk coming from M. Bloodshot-Eyebags.” Marinette cocked a hip. “Why do you want to stay up so bad? Do you not like your room?”

“No!” He insisted. “No, it’s perfect. I just… You’re right. It’s late. We should go to bed.”

Marinette quirked a brow, so he leaned in to kiss her.

“Good night, mon ange.” He flashed her a smile that faded the moment she turned around and headed up the stairs.

Rubbing his hands on his soft pajama pants, he stared down the dark void at the bottom of the stairs that led to his room. Stony eyes flashed in the abyss, and Adrien averted his gaze with a huff. Squeezing his eyes shut, he mentally sifted the image from his brain. He couldn’t stay awake forever. Shaking himself to relieve the tension in his shoulders, he made his way down the stairs, making a pit stop to the bathroom, but he could only scrub his teeth for so long before he ran out of toothpaste on the brush.

Reluctantly, he found his way into his room, but unable to bring himself to get in bed, he opted to pace instead. It got old quick—4 paces from the door to the wall, 5 paces length-wise. For the first time, he missed the massive room of his childhood. He could pace for hours there. With a defeated grunt, he flopped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The bed was comfortable, and although his muscles were screaming to melt into its embrace, he couldn’t give in.

The old building creaked, and the thin walls did little to drown out M. Dupain-Cheng’s snoring. Adrien drummed his fingers on his chest, curling and uncurling his toes before jumping up and resuming his pacing. 4 paces across, 5 paces deep. 4 across, 5 deep. The walls were too close. Adrien swore they got closer with each lap, and the air in the room seemed almost too thick to breathe. He needed to get out.

Stepping with the balls of his feet, he quietly crept back upstairs to the living room. He took deep breaths, running his hands down his thighs, and paused at the base of the stairs leading to Marinette’s room. M. and Mme. Dupain-Cheng would be upset if they caught him up there, and the last thing he wanted was to make them think he was taking advantage of their hospitality. But he just needed to be near someone.

Just one more kiss good night. That was all he needed. A hug and a kiss… a really, really long hug.

His feet found each step with haste, but when his hand curled around the trap door handle, they locked into place on the final steps. Hands clenched tightly and feet glued to the stairs, Adrien stood frozen like a statue in a museum. His breath hitched, a trembling hand shooting up to catch it. His shoulders shook, and for a moment, he worried he might be sick. Creeping back down the stairs as quietly as he could, he scrambled for the kitchen sink, breaths rapid and shallow. He flicked on the faucet in anticipation, but the sensation passed after a few moments. He sat up, turning the water off, and ran his hands over his face.

It was selfish… He was being selfish, always running to Marinette with his problems. And she’d always do her best to fix them because that’s the kind of person she was—always looking out for those she loves. But he couldn’t expect her to fix everything. Even still, his restlessness showed no signs of ebbing. He needed fresh air to clear his head. Just for a minute.

He found a black Marinette branded hoodie in the closet in his room and pulled it on, then laced up his sneakers. Locking the front door behind him with the key M. Dupain-Cheng gave him earlier, he headed down the stairs and out into the night. The brisk cold almost sent him right back inside, but the air was so much clearer. He blew warm breath over his hands and rubbed them together. Summer was a distant memory in the mid-December frost.

Tucking his hands under his arms to keep them warm, he paced the sidewalk in front of the bakery, hoping the movement would warm his muscles. Just one minute, then he’d go back inside. A breeze blew past, cutting right through Adrien’s hoodie, and he ground his teeth together to keep them from chattering. He needed to move faster to stay warm. A quick run would do the trick, just around the block. Then he’d go back inside.

He picked up the pace, venturing down the pavement with increasing speed. The dreary streets were empty as Adrien ran, street parked cars that had long gone cold as their owners fled indoors. He ran past Francois-Dupont, flashes of his time there playing in his mind. He remembered his first day, how nervous and excited he’d been to meet people his age. To have a normal life. A life he’d still never quite managed… but he’d met Marinette there and Nino. And Plagg… The day Ivan was akumatized.

Adrien’s mind filled with gray, and he shook his head to clear it, pushing his legs to run faster as if he could put physical distance between him and the memory. He rounded the next corner and pressed on, cold air burning his lungs, but he couldn’t stop. Not when he passed Nino’s block or his old Chinese tutor’s house, not even when he passed the street corner he and Ladybug used to meet up at. The corner he and Marinette would meet at.

Marinette… Ladybug. His partner. His girlfriend. He wanted to see her, but it was too late. She’d be asleep by now, and he shouldn’t disturb her. Even if she’d understand and listen. Even if she’d hold him and comfort him. Even if she loved him. She’d always love him. So, why couldn’t he tell her he was struggling?

The rubber soles of his shoes skittered on a patch of ice, losing their traction, and Adrien hit the cold, hard pavement with a yelp. Pain shot up his leg as his knee collided with the concrete. He rolled onto his back, chest heaving with each breath as he stared up at the towering buildings blocking the night sky.

What was wrong with him? Why was normal so hard for him? Normal people were at home asleep at this hour, and Adrien Agreste was outside, lying in the middle of the sidewalk because he was too anxious to close his eyes. Everyone kept asking him how he was doing, and most days he told them he was getting better because that’s what they wanted to hear. But was he? Some days he felt like he was, but others… They all wanted him to be fine. He wanted to be fine. He coveted their normalcy, but it always hovered just above his grasp.

He wanted to go to school and make friends, but his father forbade him from seeing them most days while plastering his image on every billboard in town. He gained fans and wealth, while other kids played games at the park. He became a superhero with a double-life, fighting bad-guys between fencing lessons and modeling gigs. Other kids ate dinner with their families. He filmed movies that normal kids went to see, posed in clothing ads that normal people bought. His father spent the majority of Adrien’s life making sure he stood out from all the rest — making sure he’d never fit in. He became a supervillain that threatened the city, just to ensure Adrien would always be talked about. To ensure that he’d never be normal.

Everyone put him on a pedestal, but he’d trade everything to be the one looking up from the crowd. To not have to feel the way he felt. To be home in bed with pleasant dreams instead of lying haunted in the middle of the sidewalk, staring up at his ghosts in the rooftops.

He missed Plagg.

“Having trouble sleeping?”

Adrien shot up, blinking at the arms crossed in a bright pink coat. Clouds of steaming breath billowed from her mouth with each heave of her shoulders, cheeks flushed from the cold. Fuzzy pink pajamas were stuffed haphazardly into winter boots, and the blue eyes looking down at him were creased with concern.

When Adrien remained quiet, Marinette shifted her weight. “Me too.”

Adrien balled his hands into fists at his sides. “How did you find me?”

“I heard you downstairs, and I got worried. When I came out of my room, you were heading out the door, so I followed you. It’s a lot harder keeping up with you without superpowers, but I’m kind of an expert at following you.” She crouched beside him, brushing his hair out of his face as she cupped his cheek. “You okay?”

He leaned into her touch, a hot tear slicing down his cheek. He couldn’t tell if he was relieved or embarrassed to have been found out. Mostly, he just loved that she cared enough to chase after him. At the shake of his head, Marinette pulled him into her arms, and he locked his arms around her waist, his quiet sobs muffled by her thick coat. He savored her warmth, a shiver creeping up his spine.

“No one expects you to heal all at once, Adrien,” she murmured in his ear. “I will always be here for you, and so will Maman and Papa and all of our friends. We all love you, and we’ll be with you every step of the way through all of the good and the bad. You don’t have to run and hide.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice shook. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m-”

“It’s okay.” She squeezed him tighter. “I’ve got you. Always.”

Always.

Marinette pulled back, taking his hands in hers. “Come on, let’s go home. It’s freezing out.”

“Yeah…” Adrien let her help him to his feet, wincing against the pain in his knee. He did his best not to limp on the way back to the bakery, keeping a tight grip on her hand.

Marinette shook herself when they were back inside. “The good thing about living above a bakery is the brick ovens keep the building warm in the winter.”

“I’m partial to the lingering smell of fresh croissants,” he said.

“That’s another plus.” She flashed him a smile, and he felt one tugging at the corners of his own lips. “Come on, let’s get you in dry clothes.”

She toted him up to the apartment, only letting go of his hand when he needed to change, but her fingers trailed up his bare back as she helped him out of his shirt. He shivered, goose bumps dotting his skin while she helped him into fresh pajamas. Her hands were small and dainty, but they kept him grounded enough to crawl into bed. Marinette laid beside him on the edge, running her fingers through his hair. He really had missed her touch.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked.

“Anything,” she said.

“What are your nightmares about?”

She paused mid-stroke, her fingers warm on his scalp. Shifting to look him in the eye, she pursed her lips. “It’s always that same day. You’re there crying on the ground, but I can’t ever reach you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always just out of reach.”

“For me, it’s my father. The moment that purple light fades, and all I see are his eyes glaring up at me with hatred and anger. I see those eyes everywhere, like he’s still looming over me. It feels like I’ll never be free of him.” Adrien squeezed her hand.

“We’ve been through too much,” Marinette said. “But we survived. Miraculously.”

“Barely.” Adrien grunted. “Is it weird that I miss how things used to be? For the longest time, all I wanted was to defeat Hawkmoth with you. To ride off into the sunset when the day was saved. It sounds selfish, and maybe it is, but now, I wish things could go back to the way they were. Fighting by your side, both in and out of the mask. I’d never been happier.”

“I know what you mean.” Marinette resumed playing with his hair, and after his stint out in the cold, he was grateful for her warmth. “For the longest time, I always thought that Hawkmoth was our biggest enemy, and that once we defeated him, things would go back to normal. We could be happy and free, but everything has been way more complicated on the other side of things. Those days seem so simple now.”

“Nothing’s simple anymore.” He sighed. “Do you think it ever will be?”

“Mmm.” She hummed. “I hope so. I think you and I more than deserve it.”

“Yeah…” He stifled a yawn.

“You should get some sleep. It’s been a long day,” she said.

“Will you stay with me?” he asked.

Marinette leaned to kiss his forehead and laid her head beside his on the pillow. “Of course, chaton. I’m here.”

Reluctant, but too exhausted to fight it any longer, Adrien closed his eyes. His body ached from his fall, but the bed was soft and warm. The steady brush of Marinette’s fingertips on the back of his neck helped ease the tension in his muscles, and he finally drifted off to sleep.

His nightmare began as it always did, but instead of shying away from his father’s piercing gaze, Adrien reached for Ladybug’s hand. When he turned to face her, her mask vanished in a flash of pink light, and Marinette smiled back at him. He wrapped himself in her embrace while she stroked his hair, warm and safe.

“I’m here, kitty. I’ve got you. Always.”

[lilmisbehaviour]

Short

Matcha and red bean both belong to me and @diona-98

[mistic-turtle]

*gets out from the sewers*

WHY THE HELL IS PEOPLE SAYING THIS GUY IT'S A PIECE OF SHIT?!!!!!

*smashes the table* I'M TAKING IT PERSONALLY, HE'S ME AND I AM HIS... I mean, HE... Also, his, but that's not the point shhdjdhfjdjdjdjsksjdhd

This little bean... This teddy bear could kill you, but would not. So here are the reasons why he's not bad.

He always puts the others' wellbeing over everything. Yeah, even over his own family.

He wears an armor heavier, EVERY NIGHT.

Even if he's tired, every night goes out his home to fight the crime in his city.

He loves his city and never could go away from there.

He knows he has to control his temper and anger, but nobody says to him how to do it.

The first friend he had, died. David was a person who understood him and even motivated him to continue.

We can't blame him, because we have to be realistic: You were trained to fight crime all your whole life and made it your objective, and only because your brother is out you won't do it...? Really? Raph was asking for some independence in the team. Everyone following their instinct, their own moral compass while the leader is out. Because that's how a team works: everyone pursuing the same objective, with everyone's autonomy.

Raph wasn't using his usual weapons: his sai. He was using other new ones even though he doesn't master them... Leo, shut the fuck up a bit, please. Stop being a dick with him.

Other thing I have to point out, it's that HE WAS WORKING ALONE! THIS DUDE BEAT A LOT OF ASSES EVERYDAY ALONE!

He has detective skills. He even solved cases that the police never could.

He doesn't fear to get dirty his own hands. He has determination, that's why he wears red. Hot red.

He likes to work alone. He talks for the introverts here.

He loves his brothers. Even though he doesn't expresses it openly.

Try to imagine this: everyday your family says that you're the sarcastic, the angry, the uncontrolable one... You're fighting crime every night and nobody says to you 'good job'. Nobody. Just listens the shit they say about you... Is it fair enough?

Try to imagine this: everyday your family says that you're the sarcastic, the angry, the uncontrolable one... You're fighting crime every night and nobody says to you 'good job'. Nobody. Just listens the shit they say about you... Is it fair enough?

And other thing we have to point out... He has leading skills too. He has mechanic skills, he fixes his own motorcycle. He fixed his own suit to adapt it to his physiollogy... And you still saying he's just a grumpy turtle? Too bad there.

He felt abandoned by Leo when he decided to stay in the jungle, because Leo is the brother with the one who gets along best...

HIS FUCKING SMILE, OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA- *Shots herself 💕*

So, stop saying he's a piece of shit. He isn't. He've been through a lot. Just smooch him hard, he deserves it 💕💕💕💕💕

[sundove88]

The Cookie Chonk Chart!!

So recently, @thetropicalfairy and I have had a discussion about which Cookies would be considered chonky- and here is the entire list! And the pic was made by her as well.

Note: Some OCs will be on this list- and some folks not shown in the pic will be as well. If there’s anyone you want to add to the list, that’s ok!

A Fine Boi (Somewhat Chubby): Herb, Churro, Aloe, Gold Citrine, Okchun, Elderberry (OC), Sable, Icicle Yeti, Grapefruit, Tiramisu, Habanero, Bubbles Dragon (OC), Snapdragon, Blueberry Pie, Lilybell, Pecan Brownie (OC), Grandberry Brawler 1/Glimmerberry, Grandberry Brawler 2/Grapeberry, Honorable Paladin Trainee/White Choco Chip, Serious Paladin Trainee/Vanilla Bundt Cake, Kouign Amann, Caramel Arrow, Silverbell, GingerBrave, Dizzy Cookie/Gorgonzola, SuperCar Cookies 1 and 2/Emmental Cheese and Cambozola, Partay Cookies/Swiss Cheese and Raclette, Blue Slushy, Xylitol Nova, Shadow Milk, Eternal Sugar, Mystic Flour, Burning Spice, Silent Salt, Golden Cheese, White Lily, Bumbleberry,

He Chomnk (Mostly Chubby): Dark Cacao, Crunchy Chip (Post Odyssey), Ice Candy, Olive, Strawberry, Custard III, Rye, Cream Puff, Cherry, Blueberry, Pinecone, Amber Sugar, Sea Fairy, Walnut, Cherry Ball, Zombie, Frilled Jellyfish, Carrot, Cotton, Milky Way, Hero, Canele, Mille-Feuille, Vanilla Sugar, Longan Dragon, Buttercream Choco, Pancake, Tea Knight, Tarte Tatin, Captain Caviar, Milkshake (OC), Snowfall Villager/Cashmere, Kind Villager/Poplin, Pumpkin, Parfaedia Principal/Deluxe Sundae, Creme Knights Preceptor/Chantilly Cream, Scovillia Headmaster/Hot Pot, Berry Parfaedia Student/Berry Compote, Citrus Parfaedia Student/Marmalade, Prune Juice, Captain Caviar, Tangerine Tanghulu, WildBerry, Timekeeper, Pure Vanilla, Mango, Muscle, Cranberry,

A Heckin’ Chonker (Very Chubby): Lord Oyster, Mozzarella, Royalberry, Princess, Tiger Lily, Milk, Beet, Yogurt Cream, Cocoa, Chocolate Bon Bon, Mocha Ray, Bacon, Pastel Meringue, Cheesecake, Red Bean, S’More, Frosted Choco (OC), Choco Malt (OC), Coconut Choco (OC), Turtle Brownie (OC), Fudge Ice Cream (OC), Snow Sugar, Ananas Dragon, Vagabond, Gelato (OC), Choco Milk (OC), Second Watcher/Choco Chunk, Grandberry Merchant 1/Blueberry Muffin, Grandberry Merchant 2/Honeyberry, Grandberry Merchant 3/Pinkberry, Spicy Scovillia Student/Army Stew, Hot Scovillia Student/Spicy Rosè, Sauna Egg, Golden Cheese Kingdom Citizen 2/Manchego, Space Doughnut,

H E F T Y C H O N K (Extremely Chubby): Avocado, Hollyberry, Princess Professor Mimolette (OC), Prince Professor Cavatappi (OC), Mala Sauce, Capsaicin, Moon Rabbit (Mostly due to her huge rabbit form), Peperoncino, Potato, Eden Dragon (OC), Dark Choco (After he left The Cookies of Darkness), Macaron, Abalone, Lotus Dragon, Spinach, Half Avocado, Hot Mala Warrior/Spicy Noodle Cookie, Spicy Mala Warrior/Chili Sauce Cookie, Mangosteen (Lychee’s Disguise),

M E G A C H O N K E R (Seriously Chubby): Lychee Dragon, Affogato (Post Episode 14), Elder Custard, Affogato’s Disciple 1/Cortado, Affogato’s Disciple 2/Galao, Pumpkin Spice Latte (OC), Mysterious Priest/Compound Choco, Marble Bread, Plain Yogurt,

O H L A W D H E C O M I N (The Chubbiest of All): Pitaya Dragon, Eggnog, Gatekeeper Cookie/Couverture, Stink Eye Tortuca,

[donutwatches]

MHA 2.17 - Climax - part 3

This is my first watch of MHA, so no spoilers please.

This is me every single day of my life. Why do I relate to this anime Grandpa?

From Gran Dorito's perspective he looked away from Midoriya for one moment, and when he saw Midoriya again he was dragging a wanted criminal out of an alleyway with a rope.

Yeah, an apology is warranted here, but I hope Iida doesn't beat himself up too much over it. He made some understandable mistakes. I trust Iida to learn the right lessons from this experience.

If a villain injured my older brother to the point of permanently paralyzing him, I would hunt them down and make them regret it too. But I guess heroes in training have to hold themselves to a higher standard. Iida did not react like a hero, he reacted like a human, and I think that is a forgivable misstep.

What a sweetheart. Deku really embodied both 'hero' and 'human' qualities during this arc. He is moved by wanting to save people as a hero should, but also by the personal need to be there for his friends. What a precious green bean.

Blunt, but it made me laugh so hard. I feel like you need both types of support in your life, the kind of friend who will be soft with you, and the kind of friend who will tell you to pull it together and carry on.

OMG A BABY SNATCHER. UNHAND THE BABY YOU PTERODACTYL LOOKING REJECT.

OooOOoooOoh, Stain saved Deku? As much as I think Stain's ideology is whack, it is kind of a big deal for him to accept Deku as a worthy hero, isn't it?

The blood red moon, the glowing eyes, the majestic floating scarf, edgy arm bandages, and that crusty turtle-esque visage. The man certainly has an aesthetic (one that came out of a Spirit Halloween dumpster).

By murdering heroes that he arbitrarily decides he doesn't like. Better watch out hero society! Miss Staingina George is going to put you in his 'Burn Book' of loser heroes.

DID HE DIE?

Click here for episode 18

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[sleepysloth99]

Random YFM headcanons cuz why not pt 1:

Puff Puff

He makes fun of nerds, but he's a dork for Transformers.

He hates dogs. They're too loud. He doesn't like cats either because they're so unpredictable. He likes turtles and had a stuffed turtle as a kid that he named "Raphael" because of the red stripe on its neck.

His favorite food is pork soup dumplings

His hair isn't spiky because it's styled. It's because it's so fucking frizzy and dry that it's doing its own thing. Deejay calls him "Paintbrush"

Benatar

He loves horror manga. Like Junji Ito and Shūzō Oshimi are like his fucking gods.

His favorite food is punjab eggplant with rice with matcha as his beverage of choice.... avid matcha drinker.

He casually psychoanalyzes people and then smiles and walks away like nothing happened.

Benatar's favorite movie is "Paprika" by Satoshi Kon. Other than that, he doesn't like anime that much.

Deejay

He loves the show "Nailed It"

His favorite food is hamantache. He isn't Jewish, but he had Jewish neighbors who gave him and Deejayne baked goods.

He plays Roblox on his phone like an Ipad kid.

His favorite store is Five Below. He acts like a mom on Temu in Five Below.

Axel

He LOVES Kuromi. ("Dude, Kuromi is so freakin' metal!")

His favorite food is a plate of red rice, beans, beef empanadas, and bacalaitos.

He's had Benson since he was 15 and raised him after Benson fell out of his nest.

Hot Topic is his happy place.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Music Jam Session

Bayverse!Michelangelo x reader

Just a short one shot with some music between Mikey and the reader before I go to bed🧡

Warnings: None.

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The lair echoed with the rhythmic beats of Michelangelo's drumsticks against the practice pads. The vibrant energy of the orange clad turtle filled the air as he started his impromptu music jam session. Mikey, with his contagious enthusiasm, had suggested the idea of the two of you playing some music together, and soon enough the lair was filled with the sound of his drum set.

You found yourself sitting on a comfortable bean bag, surrounded by an array of musical instruments, watching your boyfriend closely. Mikey, in his element, effortlessly switched between the drums, guitar, and keyboard, before deciding to stick with his trustworthy drums. It was a delightful sight, watching his arms move and muscles flex as he used his drumsticks. If you could, you would be watching him all day.

As Mikey's beat intensified, he cast a playful grin your way. "Ready to rock, (Y/N)?" he called out, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

You picked up the microphone Mikey had begged you to use, nodding with a smile. "Absolutely, Mikey! Let's do this!"

The lair reverberated with a lively melody, a fusion of rock and ninja flair. Mikey's drumming set the pace, and soon you joined in, creating a harmonious chaos of sounds. You belted out the lyrics, your voice blending seamlessly with the crash and banging from Mikey’s drum set. The lair transformed into a lively concert hall, the walls pulsating with the raw energy of your impromptu performance.

In the midst of the music, Mikey initiated an energetic drum solo, showcasing his impressive skills. You placed one arm around his neck and kissed his temple as he continued to play.

As the song reached its peak, Mikey motioned for a dramatic pause. The lair fell silent for a brief moment before erupting into cheers and applause from the two of you. Both of you grinned, catching your breath with excitement.

"That was awesome!" you exclaimed, your eyes meeting Mikey's. "Who knew we had a ninja rock band in the lair?"

Mikey beamed with pride, his orange mask contrasting against the gleam in his eyes. "Turtle power, baby! We're not just skilled in ninjitsu; we've got musical chops too!"

“Shut the shell up!”, it sounded from Raph’s room, before the red brute came marching out. “Will the two of you just shut up?! I was trying to sleep!”

“But Raph, it’s in the middle of the day”, Mikey said, trying to hide an amused smile. You had to hide your smiling face on Mikey's shoulder, in order not to trigger your boyfriend’s angry brother even more.

“Doesn’t matter! I need my sleep!”, Raph rumpled. “I’ll go back to bed, so keep quiet!” The big turtle turned and walked back into his room.

As the two of you watched Raph walk away, Mikey turned to you with a mischievous smile. You already liked where this would be going.

“Wanna play another round, angelcake?”, he asked, smiling knowingly.

“There’s nothing I’d rather do”, you answered with a smile just as mischievous as Mikey’s.

[paradisecas]

MIDAM ANNIVERSARY MIDAM ANNIVERSARY. i was supposed to have the proposal fic finished by midam anniversary 2023 and wouldnt you know it im STILL not done. but i want to celebrate so here’s the very beginning, which takes place right before last year’s preview.

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“Miss Plumber says she got married and we can call her Mrs. Jacobs now,” Bunny says over dinner. She tears at her roll a little too violently, mushing butter between her fingers. Adam knows she’ll refuse to use a napkin and that he and Michael will spend half an hour after bathtime wiping greasy smudges off every surface in the house. He mourns the rags he’ll have to wash tomorrow.

“That’s exciting,” Adam says, picking his battles and letting her continue getting all buttery. “Getting married is a big deal.”

Kitty starts to say something, but she’s still chewing her massive bite of spaghetti and Michael, who has a sixth sense for these things, shoots her a warning look. Kitty, of course, takes this warning as an excuse to open her mouth and let the unchewed mass plop onto her plate in her hurry to say, “Tony from my class said his dad got married too and that he doesn’t see his mom a lot anymore ‘cause she married someone else first.”

Michael’s admonishment dies out immediately. Adam actually watches it happen—his grace goes from indignantly disgusted to rapturously curious in a split second. “Oh?” he says, and Adam kicks him under the table.

This is not the time or place to press their child for gossip.

(That’s what the PTA group chat is for, anyway. Someone’s bound to know what went on with David and Amanda.)

“Sometimes things are complicated,” Adam decides to say.

“Very complicated,” Michael says, a little too gleeful, and Adam kicks him again.

“Miss Plumber showed us some pictures,” Bunny starts again, smearing her buttered hands along the tabletop, but Liv starts babbling around her green beans so Adam is forced to tune Bunny out in favor of his youngest. Michael will tell him anything he’s missed.

Her bib patterned with small turtles is stained red, not just from tonight, and Adam tries to add laundry to the to-do list on the fridge through sheer force of will, but. He’s not an archangel. He’ll have to remember to do that later.

When Liv is back to happily gnawing on her dinner, Adam turns back to the table’s conversation, just in time to hear Kitty ask, “Are you married?”

Adam blinks. Michael catches his eye across the table and shrugs with one shoulder.

“We’re not,” Adam says.

“Why?”

“It’s a human thing,” Michael says. “Angels don’t get married.”

“Oh.” Kitty looks down at her plate, almost forlorn. Then, again, “Why?”

“Angels are siblings, ergo we don’t get married,” Michael says, which is simplifying things to a ridiculous degree, but they can cover—that—later. When the girls are older. Much, much older.

Kitty nods. “Right,” she says, going to shove another forkful of spaghetti in her mouth and seemingly thinking better of it. “But you love each other?”

“Of course we do,” Michael says immediately.

It’s a valiant effort, truly, but Adam fails to squash down the smile that takes over. “Of course we do,” he repeats, “but we’re—it’s romantic and exciting, but we don’t need that.”

Because they don’t. It’s been—they’ve been together long enough that technically, probably, they’re considered common law married. Or they would be, if Michael was a human with a social security number and a place in the American census or whatever it takes to get legally married. And it’s not like they need a piece of paper or some rings to hammer in the knowledge that they’re it for each other, for the literal rest of time.

“Why?” Bunny asks, taking her turn in the inquisition.

“Why don’t we need it?” Adam asks. “We love each other. And we love you, and that’s enough.”

Kitty hums around her spaghetti. Liv shoves her sauce covered fingers into her mouth. Bunny hmphs, and says, “You should get married.”

Something flickers inside Adam, then. Not grace—this is different. Closer to what he felt in that diner, mere hours after they fled the tsunami of hell and neither he nor Michael were ready to admit the full truth of what they wanted from each other at the same time as they carefully confessed that they knew they’d figure it out together.

Michael meets his eyes, and Adam thinks he might feel it too: the red-hot flame, somehow gentle as a candle as it roars in an inferno.

Huh. Something to think about, then.