#so. leo is still taller. for now

[callmehere-iwillappear]

REF SHEET JUMPSCARE

fun facts/context/things that didn't fit on the sheet under a read more!

raph's chew stim necklace was a gift from mikey. he goes through them like once a month MAX

mikey's 'more sensitive to mystics' thing isn't necessarily plot relevant just a fun tidbit. he gets it from draxum's side /hj

donnie is officially the older twin now HOWEVER prior to the invasion they didn't know which of them was and would have some completely arbitrary criteria or competition (a la rock paper scissors) to decide every time someone asked. the criteria was different EVERY time and ONLY made sense to them

one time after witnessing this draxum tried to tell them who was older and they both chewed him out. it's not about who's actually older it's about the PRINCIPLE

in this canon the invasion took place aroundddd six months after shredder round two

i REFUSE to believe donnie wouldn't build his techbo/other tech stuff that got destroyed again. he would NOT solely use mystics you cannot convince me. my reasoning for why he did in the movie is that he was too focused on trying to bring back shelldon to worry about his other tech stuff

SPEAKING OF SHELLDON. idk that it'll come up in the fic directly so basically: donnie spent a while trying to bring him back and wasn't able to during that time, and then... didn't give up exactly but got super discouraged and 'took a break' from working on him

'took a break' aka saying he would get back to it but not actually doing that because he refused to admit he was really just scared it would end with concrete proof that it wasn't possible. at least this way he doesn't know for sure that shelldon is gone forever (even if he also doesn't know for sure that he isn't)

schroedingers shelldon basically

and then the invasion happened and everything went to shit. shelldon is still sitting in donnie's lab somewhere though -- he luckily didn't have any parts donnie needed for the portal that he couldn't get from something else

[astrologylunadream]

How Do They Feel About You?🧸🍨🌸 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hi it's Lunadream! This is an honest reading for the person on your mind and how they feel about you currently~💭 also happy birthday every virgo and libra this month! hope you find your message🪧🩷

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~🍨🩷🍂

Pile 1☕️

Pile 2🩷

Pile 3🧸

Pile 4🧁

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 💕

Pile 1☕️

Sign energy: Abundance, Build, Myth, Connection, Try, Venus, Jupiter, 12th house, Virgo, Moon,🧜‍♀️❌️🥹🚶‍♀️

🍨Your person's energy: Okay so there is a lot of feminine or gentle masculine energy to this person, their aura is pretty!😊💞 Haha one of the first things I got from this pile is that your person may have a very "voluminous figure" however that resonates for you, they could have a big/taller build, thicker body, or curvy even. Even if they are smaller or shorter in size, I think their energy and impression on others is very big and noticable. They have a nurturing and sweet side to them, also luxurious and earthly kind of beauty🍬 They could be blessed with abundance whether that's phsyical beauty or financial success👑 Signs that may be significant is Libra, Taurus, Sagittarius, Pisces, Virgo, and Cancer placements, Jupiter in 12th house, Venus-Jupiter and Venus-Moon aspects, virgo moon, jupiter in pisces, venus in cancer, virgo or sagittarius on their 12th house so for only some of you this person could be leo or scorpio rising.✨️ The person on your mind has a mysterious allure to them, you guys have a very spiritual and maybe even psychic connection with this person.🔮🩷 I'm hearing "trying to build a connection" that could be you or them, for a few of you the giant X emoji came out this could be an ex some of my pile 1's of asking about. I don't know why I almost said pile 4 lol if you felt called to that pile maybe take a look~👀 Your person has an ethereal vibe honestly, like they are a siren or something.🐚💕 Omg this pile has lyrics and "sweet creature" literally defines your person!! They may have an abundance of feminine energy or just gentle softer energy, you might feel very emotional over this person like this emoji "🥹" or that is how they look like to you, so innocent and caring. The terms "gentle giant" or "big heart" may resonate for your person, lovely energy. This could be a person/connection that you are coming back to or "retrying" so to speak. This person is very emotional and intuitive, overall lots of venus and jupiter energy for this pile!🤗🩷

🩷How do they feel about you: Fan, Acceptance, Sacrifice, Ex lover, Savior, Chiron, 1st house, Juno, 2nd house, Virgo,🪂🏝🦉😍

Wow this is interesting pile 1🙌 I'm not surprised to see ex lover come out which is confirmation for those who this is an ex.🤯 I think they are still in love with you, they can't let it go. For those in this pile this is not an ex, they feel attracted to you romantically. This person may have wounds regarding self image, they might have issues with their phsyical appearance or have low self esteem and there is an energy of wanting to be seen and accepted by you.🪞🥺🩷 You are their savior haha, they only feel loved and accepted by you. My pile 1's have a reliable and considerate energy and I think this person really admires that about you.🥰 I mean the heart eyes emoji came out like that is the feeling you give this person, they feel like the way you treat them and think of them is so nice. They feel like pulled to your caring and helpful nature, which is so sweet!🥹 Specific but some of my pile 4's may be Virgo sun or Virgo placements!✨️ This person wants you, or they just enjoy your company honestly. I can see for a lot of you this is more romantic feelings, your love heals this person.❤️‍🩹🩹 They also feel you are very beautiful/handsome, I'm hearing they are like a loving fan of you. They might feel a little bit codependent with your energy, because you make them feel better so they are a little addicted to the way you make them feel. Lol this person wants your energy around them, they do have a very spiritual vibe to them so that makes sense. My pile 1 this person may be wanting to sacrifice something to be with you/take the next step with you, take it as it resonates.💐 I'll be honest this person could have some attachment issues with you, like as a scenario if this is someone you walked away from, they keep coming back to you and they feel like they can't live without you. I think that is the effect you have on this person.🩷🔙 This person may be keeping an eye on you or taking steps spiritually or phsyically to get closer to you. If there is a third party situation I believe this person is willing to sacrifice others for you only, or they would want you to do that for them. I am getting a very needy energy, do not trust this person if they have a history of lies or manipulation, but for most in this pile there is a soft and genuinely loving energy from them.🥰 Please use your judgement for this person pile 1! Wow this pile got long, they feel very strong energetic connection with you.🫣🩷

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💬

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the coffee emoji~☕️ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🍨🍂🌸

Pile 2🩷

Sign energy: Guard, Collarbone, Difficult, Appreciation, Gaze, South node, Sagittarius, Sun, North node, 12th house,🤙🖥🕺🤞

🍨Your person's energy: Alright for this person, they may have had a difficult past or gone through a lot.😓 I feel a slightly drained energy, but it's not completely hopeless I think this person is still optimistic and doesn't let their past hurt them or destroy them. I'm hearing "gazing to the future" they have that mentality, that no matter what they will keep looking forward🌟⏳️ Wow honestly this person has such a bright mentality despite the darkness lurking in them. They may hide pain or fear behind their smile and confidence. Specific message this person could work as a security guard but for the most part that is just their energy which is defensive and even guarded at the moment.⚔️ They could be a Sagittarius sun, or pisces, jupiter placements, jupiter in sagittarius, north node in 12th house, sagittarius north node, jupiter dominant aswell so any of those may resonate.😊🩷 This person is hoping for the best, like they have their fingers crossed that things will work out for them. Their collarbone may be noticable, also their gaze is bright and determined.🤭🏆 Some of you may have fell out of connection with this person or the contact is distant or limited. They have a fun energy at times, they try to enjoy things. TV may be significant here, also dancing. Lol seems like they would be fun and hilarious at parties.🎉🪩 This person may have dreamed of being on tv or earning grand achievements. For some I'm seeing famous athlete or comedian, or having their own tv show😂 It seems like the past and future are very big themes in this person's energy, they might be going through a hard time or went through a rough patch until they can finally achieve true happiness and their ideal future. They are ambitious but also humble and they are thankful for every inch they have come in life.🥇

🩷How do they feel about you: Suffer, Moon, Habits, Performance, Play, 9th house, 7th house, 6th house, Fire, Saturn,👣😔😘👩‍🍳

So it looks like this person has lots of emotions towards my pile 2's! It's like they want to do their best in front of you, you make them nervous😬💓 Honestly this person may suffer a lot from feeling like they can't mess up or fail at your gaze, funny because gaze came out before now I see why. This person feels like you are a tough crowd, omg like they're so afraid of being awkward or embarrassing themselves around you🥲 I'm hearing they don't want to look like a clown to you🤡😭😭 lol pile 2 you make this person trip over themselves secretly and they don't want you to see it! I think your opinion means a lot to them for whatever reason, which they put a lot of pressure on themselves for. Omg this person just wants to be appreciated🥺🩷 Also they could act playful around you or they wish they could be that way, but they come off awkward or can't. They might have a crush and interest in dating you or just building a closer emotional bond with you.💐🔗 For some reason I'm feelings like theatre may resonate for some in this pile.🎭 Oh and this person may put on an act to appear a certain way to you, like acting tough, funny, like your best friend, or any way to be more likable.☹️ Yeah it just feels like this person really worries how you see them, they want to keep their relationship with you. They try so hard to be admirable, also they might even cry because they feel like a failure.😓💔 They want to keep up a good performance whether that is at work, school or just in a relationship with you. They feel like you might walk away, like the way an audience walks away from a show. Lol I feel like this person loves watching tv entertainment😂 But yeah they want to leave a good impression on you, honestly pile 2 it feels like this person does think of you often. They might be hoping for a romantic relationship with you or just your appreciation/validation at least.😢💗 They are feeling pretty stuck right now, but they are perfecting themselves and trying to gain more confidence in order to approach you. Such an interesting pile, I wish you luck my lovely pile 2's🌟

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💬

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the pink heart emoji~🩷 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🍨🍂🌸

Pile 3🧸

Sign energy: True intentions, Stop, Listen, Self sabotage, Mixed feelings, Jupiter, Fire, 12th house, 2nd house, Neptune,🗣🪷🙏☁️

🍨Your person's energy: Okay so if this is your pile, the person on your mind is very confusing and hard to read. It's unclear what they want or feel, you may wish they would just stop and listen to you. I think this person has a lot of personal issues honestly, they aren't kind to themselves and they don't open up to the signs that are yelling out to them😥🪧 I feel like my pile 3's are very spiritual people but this person may be resistant to spirituality or any signs from the universe. This person has been refusing to acknowledge your energy, sabotaging themselves as well as their connection with you.🔮❌️ Possible placements could be a Sagittarius, Pisces, or Taurus, Jupiter in 12th house, jupiter conjunct neptune, jupiter in a fire sign, also fire in 12th house. Praying and Lotus may be significant, especially in terms of spirituality. Honestly this pile is so complex, lol it's giving 12th house synastry. I feel like some of you may not really truly know this person's deepest self, like their true nature. This person may be silent with you right now, and for some in this pile they even ghosted you.🔇 Could be a no contact situation, or honestly this person just isn't communicating or being honest wtf? I feel like maybe you've tried to get through to them or try to understand them but their energy is just like ✋️🙄 Feels unavailable lol what is up with this person? Very very confusing vibes to this person. Their intentions and feelings are just hard to read, hence why you are here I'm sure.😅😭 I love you pile 3. I'm trying to see any more details about this person but it is just thick with clouds tbh. I'm hearing "clouded judgement" that could resonate with this person or situation, this person could have a spiritual awakening soon. You may feel unseen by them, overlooked, ignored or mislead. This person is sending mixed signals, they are distant af right now.

🩷How do they feel about you: No contact, End, Matchmaker, Move, Mirror, Juno, Cancer, 7th house, 6th house, Fire⭐️👆🕵️‍♂️🫶

Okay so for those of you who thought this connection was hopeless or not going anywhere, there is light at the end of the tunnel. So despite the emotional distance/no contact between you both, this person wants to make a commitment to you.🔒💗 For a lot of my pile 3's that means they view you as an idea romantic partner for them, and their energy wants to move forward with you.💐 This person does not want things to end between you both, that's what is coming through. Honestly this person sees you as their perfect match, I had to mention that because there is a lot of partnership energy here and with Mirror it feels like to this person, you are their other half. Serious pile 3 and the heart hands emoji is so sweet they want to take the next step with you.🥺💍💞 This could manifest in many different ways, for those who are in a relationship with this person they wish to propose or take your relationship to the next level.🩷 This person feels very attached to you energetically, like you belong with them. I'm hearing "home is where you are"😥🫂 There is also signs of a twin flame situation here for whoever that resonates to. They are surprisingly decisive about what kind of relationship they want with you now, there was a very messy and confusing energy before but now it is pretty clear.🤯 It feels like they have made up their mind about you already.🧠✔️ This person feels like you are the one for them, someone they could easily love for the rest of their life. They feel comfortable with your energy, also they want to end your sorrows and emotional burdens.😢 They feel your energy like a bright burning star, warming them up inside of their soul. For some of you this person is watching you from a distance which could be spiritually or phsyically depending on their availability.🔍🔭💕 They feel divinely guided to you, I'm hearing "I can make this work" hmm. This person may have been comfortable holding back or doing nothing in this connection but they realized that it can't go on like that anymore so they are putting a stop to what may have felt like lack of effort or inactivity towards your relationship.🫥🩶 Oh my gosh this makes sense because earlier in their energy it was like they were sabotaging their connection with you. Yeah so this person is having a realization now, all I'm hearing is they honestly want YOU, they want to move forward and make decisions that will support and advance this exclusive bond you guys share together.💗🥺 Wow.

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💬

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the teddy bear emoji~🧸 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🍨🍂🌸

Pile 4🧁

Sign energy: Physical, Style, Aura, Destruction, Juno, 7th house, Scorpio, Neptune, 10th house,🩻🎀🌶🔑

🍨Your person's energy: Hmm okay interesting, so this person may be wrecking your mind lol😂 This person is either making you lose your mind or that is the effect they have on others subtly. Ngl this person has a hot energy🥵 Very deep and they make you want to fantastize... so anyway, your person has very attractive or pretty features. They could be physically attractive or appealing in some way.🩷 Okay for some of you this person could be your phsyical ideal type, or they look like someone you would want to marry. You find them really cute in some ways but also really hot in other ways, either this person has two sides or you see them that way.🎀🖤 Their energy can be very masculine or very feminine depending on their mood, there is a lot of romantic feelings towards this person!🤭💌 Signs for them could be Libra, Scorpio, Pisces, Capricorn, Juno in 7th house, scorpio neptune, neptune in 12th house, Juno in 10th house, Their energy feels very scorpio but they don't have to even have those placements. Something about this person is just mysterious and alluring, they could look very fashionable or their demeanor is edgy and cool/pretty.👑🩷 Their bones may be noticable, I feel like this person is sought after or people are secretly intimidated and obsessed with their presence. They could be a bit of a loner or they give off cold/aloof vibes at first glance, some of my pile 4's may look up to them I'm hearing "inspiration.✨️ This is just one example but like say this person has really good style and you admire that and wish you could match their vibe, that may resonate for some here.🛍 This could also simply be their captivating aura that seems so chill and attractive, little things you admire about this person. There is a very deep, sensual energy to this person, it's kinda giving scorpio rising in the way that this person makes others attracted and scared at the same time.😳 The effect the have on people reminds me of lilith placements. Their energy pulls you in, it's just magnetic and admirable. This person may give off an impression of looking dangerous or just hard to approach, either because they're pretty or drop dead gorgeous (lol why am I hearing monster high from the 2010's😂🖤) Their lower body is really showing up for this energy, um maybe that is something significant about them?😳🫣

🩷How do they feel about you: Luck, Cinderella, Responsibility, Work place, Trial and error, 3rd house, Pluto, Aries, 6th house, Leo,🤐🪞🫰👠

Alright this is where it gets interesting👏 So this person feels that you are working hard, or just you pick yourself up every time you fail. Some of you are really obsessive over this person, they feel that energy from you.💭👀🔗 This person sees you as someone very lucky, but only if you put forth effort. It feels like they are watching you stumble through every obstacle in your life, you intrigue them.💡 They might see you as someone a bit naive and maybe even seeming foolish, but you don't give up and they notice how strong you are.🥺✊️💖 Some of my pile 4's may know this person from work, but I only see that for a few of you. Their first impression of you may have been that you don't take things seriously or unprepared for whatever reason, but their view is now the total opposite. This person has a certain admiration towards you, it's like a pleasant surprise kind of feeling. They feel like you have proved yourself worthy for whatever it is you want in life.🏆🙌 I think they want you to be proud of how much you have accomplished, oh you know when I said you may feel inspired by this person, I think they feel the same way about you🥹🩷 That is sweet, It may have felt like this person looks down on you or they think they're out of your league. But this person feels like you are deserving, they feel like you have earned your place. This person is proud of you, and they might see themselves in you. If you feel like a failure to this person, they want to remind you how strong and amazing you are.🌟🤗 Honestly I am seeing this is someone who is staying silent or not able to speak with you right now, they could be keeping their words to themselves to keep from gossip or misunderstandings.🗣💬 You make this person very curious, they think you're interesting and entertaining. This person feels a powerful presence from you, like you seem passionate and ambitous in their eyes. They think you're attractive and energetic, but also they might feel like you're a little clumsy or chaotic sometimes.😅 Someone who has stumbled through a lot, they like your determination and will. It's like you have went through a transformation, they feel as if they have watched your energy shift from rags to riches.👑💞✨️ I think for the most part this person is interested to see where you go in life, they could be phsyically or energetically watching you reach your true potential and success with a smile. Such an inspiring message for this pile.😭

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💬

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[littlewildfeathersworld]

Gosh the potential of this show is INSANE.

That's why you need to bring it back @nickelodeon

RISE TWITTER QNA! no major news or announcements, but here's a list of new information and confirmations:

S3 could be brought back as a retro show in the future, but it probably wouldn't happen anytime soon (focus is on mutant mayhem at the moment)

it was never decided whether capril would be friends or girlfriends (due to rise's focus on platonic relationships)

council of heads! they're in power, but a lot of influential yokai (like big mama) aren't easily controlled, and "game the system"

despite not having his dual katana, supposedly f!leo DOES still have mystic powers

ron corcillo would love to see a spin-off focused on the caseys (if rise were ever continued), and likes the potential of a raph + casey vigilante duo

the turtles got their names after splinter's love for renaissance art

big mama's henchman WAS planned to be the missing sister, and rather than venus de milo, she would've been named after a female artist (possibly frida kahlo)

for halloween: raph dressed up as a kitten, mikey as a lion, leo as a rockstar, and donnie as j. robert oppenheimer

the mystic weapons stolen from draxum acted as a conduit to help the boys unlock their innate mystic powers with a "little boost"

they didn't realise mayhem's potential as a character/force until too late, but it could've been fun to do some stories of him being an operative (a la perry the platypus)

there weren't any planned stories for side villains (aside from the foot's cupcake shop), most focus was on the turtles

not much on casey jr's backstory, just that cass and the turtles were fighting the krang and leo raised him as a warrior. casey jr only has brief memories of cass from when he was very young, and was mostly raised by leo

there were definitely six baby turtles (two sisters)! and the turtles were gonna split up to rescue the one with big mama and the one in "the dimension", but they never planned much of it out

there's most likely a time gap between the rescuing leo and the ending scene of the movie, as "after a fight like that, [everyone] would definitely crash and need some recovery time"

there would've been more big mama in future episodes, and stinkbomb was planned to return

since the turtles became known to the public at the end of the movie, they'd have to fight to retain their reputation. this and their reception to criticism/backlash would've become a major arc.

on brother rankings: mikey is definitely raph's favourite, and they all look up to raph

the stronger someone's ninpo is, the greater the drain on their energy is (as seen with f!mikey and karai)

there wouldn't be much threat on villains going after casey jr's future intel, because most of it would've been rendered obsolete

nickelodeon would never give up the rights to rise, but they could license it to a partner company (such as IDW for a comic!)

as previously mentioned, the 2nd sister would've been trapped in "another dimension" and venus/frida would have to be won over by "helping her see that she had been brainwashed [by big mama] as a child" (and redeemed)

given more time, the show would've fleshed out: the hamato story, the hidden city's origins (krang spaceship that crashed into the crying titan being the source of the ooze, its fuel being what gave the yokai mystic powers), and would've used the rat king (who ron corcillo would've liked to be a powerful yokai with rat-like abilities and some form of mind control, who could've threatened the council of heads for power in the hidden city)

as far as we know, the turtles (aside from leo's spanish) only speak english (and even their english is sometimes a bit off)

rise probably wouldn't have ever "gone dark", but after the turtles were publicly known and full-time heroes, it might've had more of an extended plotline

the turtle's casual clothes somewhat reflect their music tastes (r&b for raph, glam rock for leo, techno (and 80s) for donnie and boy band for mikey)

future heights: mikey grew a bit and then shrunk under mystic strain, leo was at least 6ft, donnie a little taller than leo, and raph at least 6'6

mikey's powers could get pretty intense, which could've resulted in some multiverse episodes (ron corcillo would be most inclined to do a 12 crossover, but any could work). while leo portals short distances, mikey's cross space and time (with great effort)

given more time, how the turtles met april would've been fleshed out

in terms of how they take after splinter: donnie and leo have a lot of his cockiness, raph his courage and sense of duty, and mikey senses him missing his family (which is part of the reason of why he tries to hold everyone together)

given more time they would've done more with the transfer of leadership from raph to leo (and originally the plan was to draw that out over S3, rather than the abrupt S2 ending). they would've been co-leaders for a while, and at times mikey or donnie would lead (they aren't really a group with just one leader archetype)

there were plans for april to have more time with the specific turtles other than donnie (like how the gumbus was focused on her mikey and leo)

the cast's mystic abilities would've increased over time, and splinter has a lot of power that hasn't been revealed (as he spent a lot of time in the hidden city in his past)

venus/frida would've been very disciplined and so serious that's she's funny, and the dimension sister would've been "a little kooky"

there weren't really any plans on how the turtles would look in cloaked human forms, just that they'd resemble lou jitsu and may be inspired by their VAs

mikey is the only brother who can fully pull all his limbs and head into his shell (being a box turtle)

any usagi appearances would be a rights matter, and depend on collaboration

on timelines: april is 16 at the start of the series and 18 in the movie, but exactly how much time passes isn't confirmed

ron corcillo would've liked to do more donnie + raph episodes, like one where despite how donnie considers himself smarter, raph ends up beating him in common sense and emotional intelligence

f!leo didn't go with casey jr to the past due to being mortally wounded in his bleeding side

given more time there would've been more flashback episodes with the turtles at various ages

though he'd never admit it, hueso has a close relationship with leo

in early S3 there would've been an episode of setting up the new lair

mystic warrior f!mikey is pretty old (maybe in his 70s), and is strong enough to use basically any mystic power, but at great cost to him physically

no major plans with bishop, but once the turtles became more well-known he could be a bit of a thorn in their sides (like j. jonah jameson to spiderman)

there might've been some redemption from big mama, but also some relapses into her "villainous ways"

given a full season, karai would've been alive for longer, and would've trained the boys for a number of episodes

confirmation that some of early s1 aired in the wrong order (which the writers weren't happy about)

in rise, there's always an unpredictability as to how sentient a mutant will turn out to be

raph probably wouldn't be super uptight about swearing, provided the boys weren't offending anyone

there weren't any plans for romantic relationships (and DEFINITELY never an april-turtles love interest), but if they had ever tried something eventually it would've been with the same species

there were no specific plans for alopex, rita, or rennet, but anything's a possibility

in terms of the 1000 years ago krang/mystic timeline, the spaceship crashed first (possibly spawning the yokai), and other krang followed it, drawing in the invasion

that seems to be about it but if there's any more i'll do a reblog with additions

[techn0tony]

I present to you: Donnie's design from my Future AU (that still does not have a name-)

Okay so a few things I should mention:

It's hard to see these details, but he has a robotic hand and eye (and one of his legs as well)

He is so fucking tall, he is taller than Leo even (but shorter than Raph of course). And yes he does tease Leo about it

He is the second brother to die, but I haven't decided his cause of death yet

There is a lore reason for places on his skin being blue, but it would be spoilers for my Separated AU if I told the reason x.x

This is the same Donnie from my Separated AU, my AU's are connected

EDIT MONTHS LATER LMAO:

Augh okay so actually I updated this recently: He does not die after Raph anymore, now Donnie is the first brother who dies

And the AU has a name now! It's the Genius Built AU

[chirpy-poppy]

How would the ghouls react to PC wearing their dorm uniform ? I've thought about this too much for my own good. No pressure

Thanks for the prompt! I'm guessing you mean the uniforms they get at the opening ceremony and not just the colored pin/tie (although that gave me an idea, stay tuned). Hope you like this!

Jin - How to make this man’s heart swell. Jin has a territorial personality. Seeing you in the blue that makes you look like one of his (subjects) people makes him feel secure in his relationship with you. He’d stand a little taller than usual and suddenly gets the need to take a walk with you for “exercise” and totally not to parade you around, flaunting that you’re his.

Tohma - “You look very nice.” He’d make it sound like a platitude, but he truly means it. He already considers you as one of the people in his circle, especially since the two of you spend hours in the vault taking care of Frostheim’s internal affairs together, but seeing you dress the part would truly seal the deal. He’s not one to help others if there’s nothing in it for him, but he’d feel inclined to take care of you when you’re dressed like that. 

Kaito - “Are you finally joining Frostheim? With me?” Tears stream and snot drips down his face. Even after you tell him it is just for a mission, he’d relish in the fact that you are matching. He’d try to sneak away with you during the mission to go on a “date” in your “couple’s outfit.” 

Lucas - ���What is the occasion?” … “It suits you very well, PC. You should wear this more often.” Your fancy Frostheim skirt is more cumbersome than your uniform one, so he watches out for you even more. Think opening doors, getting utensils for you at the cafeteria, and carrying your bags. 

Alan - Would feel uncomfortable. “You don’t belong here. It’s dangerous.” He’d send you home to get changed. As he’s fixing up a car later that day though, he’d let his mind imagine how it’ll be like if he were a normal guy and you can sit together in class, side by side, and walk back to the dorms together. 

Leo - Starts streaming as soon as he catches sight of you. He’d come up to you talking like you did all this just for him. Showers you with sweet compliments for his viewers. When he’s done though, he’d mock you. “Why are you dressed like me? Are you in love with me or something? Ew, please don’t. I don’t want to be involved with an NPC.” As if he didn’t just force you to be involved with him for a 20 minute stream.

Sho - “Senpai? Is there a mission?”He wouldn’t compliment you outright, but he might compliment the clothes. Might hyper-fixate on one article so he’d have an excuse to keep looking at you. “That jacket looks really aerodynamic.” “It’d probably let Bonnie go even faster. Want to test it out?” If it is for a mission, he’d actually stand up to Leo if the vice-captain opposes him being partnered with you.

Haru - Might actually cry. He’s probably the one who got you the uniform, and he takes it as a green light to get you to help with some of the tasks around Jabberwock. Of course, he’d customize the uniform so it’ll accentuate your… features. Haru keeps his eyes narrow so you can’t tell which way his pupils are pointing.

Towa - Very pleased that you match. During the day, he’d drag you everywhere with him because you are twinning, and twins do everything together. He’d even drag you across the mud because Haru cannot complain about him getting your actual uniform dirty now. At night, he tells you how adorable you are. He’d note how the clothes don’t make the person since he’s very strong but you still look so weak in the jumpsuit.

Ren - Confusion. Why would you voluntarily wear something like that? He makes a disgusted face at you and yeets away as quickly as he can because this probably means you’re meeting up with Haru, and Ren is not about to entertain “that clown.” However, the next time he has to put on his own jumpsuit, he’d feel less bad about it and his own situation. But then he’d stand in front of the mirror in his green get-up and wonder why he doesn’t look nearly as cute as you in it.

Taiga - Might mistake you for a Sinostra student. He’d have an even harder time trying to remember who you are since he’s not used to you wearing those clothes. When he finally comes around his memories, he’d pull you into his lap to play poker as usual. He doesn’t have much of an eye for fashion anyway, so he wouldn’t act much differently than usual.

Romeo - “Huh. You finally don’t look like you walked out of the dumpster.” Takes you to his office to take a good look at your outfit. Will give a few critiques (obviously), but also will help you fix up your fit. By the end of the day, you are ready for the Met Gala. He might even pamper you a little bit, doing a face mask with you and dabbing some serum onto your face. You’d feel like a million dollar purse poodle, but you’re his million dollar purse poodle, and he’d personally make sure you look the part.

Ritsu - Boy’s elated. Takes it as a sign you are committing to Sinostra and bringing them the Laurel Crown as his business partner. The fact that you look stunning in it is but the fine print of this whole thing. However, if you’ve ever met Ritsu, you’d know he pays close attention to fine print.

Subaru - Tea party! He’d quickly put on his own robes if he isn’t in them already and bring you to Hotarubi’s terrace with some fancy daifuku and tea. “You look very nice, PC.” He finds eye contact a little easier that day. In fact, he keeps his eyes on you the whole time. Despite his social awkwardness, the beauty and grace you extruded while in those robes spoke to his kabuki culture and had him enraptured.

Haku - He was probably the one who tricked you into putting on the garment with the Fox Robe. “Now we look like a couple,” he’d say with a wink. He’d do this around the time of the spring festival so now you ‘have’ to go visit it together otherwise it’ll be such a waste of a good opportunity. Walks under cherry blossom trees so he can pick petals out of your hair for you. Oh no! There’s too many people here. Better hold hands so you don’t get lost!

Zenji - “You look like an absolute doll, my dear!” Walks/floats in circles around you like a satellite, taking in your new look from all angles. “You look like the first flower that blooms after a harsh winter! You breathe life and hope into the hopeless!” Non-stop poetic(?) compliments accompanied by a biwa. Expect to have your ears burning by the end of the day.

Ed - “This reminds me of the gothic era. I must say though, you manage to pull it off better than most of the children I saw back in the days.” There’s a video playing on his tablet, but he’s watching you instead as you go about cleaning his room. Might actually remember to warn you about mysterious liquids in his room so you don’t soil your clothes. 

Rui - You were supposed to look ghoulish and scary in your Obscuary get up, but Rui still finds you super cute. Then again, he finds you cute even when you’re just breathing. Takes a million pictures together. “PC, this just calls for a romantic walk through a graveyard. They say fear makes the heart grow closer!” He’d insist you stay over for the full Obscuary experience. You’d wake up to a full spread of breakfast and another Obscuary outfit hand tailored by yours truly.

Lyca - “You’re wearing more fur than usual. And more purple. Hey! Are you joining our house?” Lil pup would be so excited but try to hide it beneath his scowl. Since he didn’t get placed into the same house as Subaru, he really wants a friend as a dorm mate. Since you are human, he’d also be happy that Obscuary seems less like a place for creatures.

Yuri - “Don’t think you can become the assistant of the great Yuri Isami just because you are dressed like that.” Despite what he says, Yuri would take you around Mortkranken, showing you all the specimens and teaching you how to use the machines. “You better come back here tomorrow immediately after class so you can put some of what you learned to good use. You’d better not waste my efforts!” Oh, and you better wear that outfit again too. You’re supposed to wear lab attire in the lab, after all.

Jiro - “Take it off.” What he meant is for you to put on the patient gown so he can conduct his examination. The patient gown is basically your Mortkranken uniform any other day since that’s all you’re in whenever you go there.

[goodlucktai]

raised on little light (1/3)

rise of the tmnt word count: 2k pairing: leo & oc i've had this idea rattling around since the rise farewell comic earlier this year made it canon that the turtles had another brother and a sister floating around somewhere. we know who their sister is, so this is my take on that 5th brother. i hope you enjoy meeting him <3 big thank you to @soldrawss and @mykimouser for enabling my insane behavior (and thank you again to sol for drawing the art i included in this chapter!!!) title borrowed from northern attitude by noah kahan read on ao3

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2020

Leo regretted his last words as soon as they left his mouth.

“Hero moves are totally your style”? As if Raph doesn’t have enough issues already.

But what he meant—what he would have tried to explain if there was time—was that Raph is his hero. He’s always been Leo’s hero. And if Leo could be anything like him, even for a second, even if it was the last thing he ever did, then he could be satisfied with that. 

It’s a silly thing to be stuck thinking about, laying on a torn up chunk of earth with a monster ominously lumbering somewhere below, looking for where it threw its toy. Laying there, feeling every bruise and broken bone, and hoping that he didn’t hurt his big brother’s feelings.

They’ll be okay, Leo thinks, trying to make it be the thing that gives him courage instead of just more homesickness. They’ll miss me, maybe for a long time, but they’ll be okay.

Leo’s supposed to be fighting for his life, but it’s all he can do to keep a grip on the photo in his hand, the only thing in this entire dimension worth holding onto. It’s all he can do to keep his eyes open when every blink is longer than the last. 

It feels like enough of a rebellion. The Krang looked annoyed that he was still breathing the last time it batted him through the void like a fly, which gives Leo the idea that he should probably be dead by now. He feels a detached sort of pride at how grown-up he’s being about all this. Better late than never

Leo waits for the Krang to come for him, dripping his blood and sneering his daddy’s nickname for him hatefully as it does, and hopes he made his family proud. 

Leo hopes he’ll go wherever Gram-gram is. It would be nice to know someone when he gets there. 

Movement in his periphery snags Leo’s attention. His brain starts throwing up warning flags, signaling danger—anything moving around in here is another parasite, or a Krang hound, nothing he’ll want to be sprawled out on a silver platter for—but he can’t summon any urgency. 

He turns his head and finds himself looking up at another turtle. 

It’s the very last thing he expected to see. They both just stare at each other for a moment. 

The newcomer appears to be a few years older than Leo, based on the broadness of their shoulders, and half a head taller. Their skin is more gray than green and their plastron is so pale it’s closer to white than yellow. Their carapace, what Leo can see of it, is a deep blue-black and they’re covered, skin and shell both, in white spots. Two of the spots on their face give the impression of eyebrows lowered in a glare, but they don’t seem angry at him.

The turtle is completely unfamiliar to Leo, which is saying something. He thought he and his family had the monopoly on… this whole situation. 

Disquieted, Leo remembers that he’s supposed to be the only turtle here. That was a very significant part of the decision he’d made. 

It must be a hallucination, he decides, instantly comforted by his own reasoning. That makes sense. He just wished that if his mind was going to conjure him some dying company it could at least be someone he knows. An imaginary Mikey or Donnie or Raphie for one last hug. One last affectionate forehead bonk. An “I still love you,” if that wasn’t asking too much. 

Don’t you cry now, he scolds himself sternly when his eyes start to blur and burn. It’s not about you. 

With a resounding crash of metal against stone, the Krang finds them at last. He’s snarling something that Leo is too slow to piece together before he cuts himself off—surprising the hell out of Leonardo by acknowledging the hallucination. That’s not how that works. 

“Another pest ,” the Krang hisses. His serrated teeth glint when he draws his gummy lips back in an ugly smile. His tone is oily and unpleasant when he adds, “You’re less colorful than those other ones. I would have remembered seeing you. Where were you when your accomplices were fumbling about in my Technodrome like the stupid creatures they are?”

“We won,” Leo reminds the alien, even though it makes him cough. His lips are warm and wet now but he won’t think about why. “Blew up your ugly ship. Who looks stupid now?” 

“Shut your mouth!” the Krang roars, going from slimy to homicidal in about three seconds. Leo cringes, every ounce of animal instinct in his body urging him to hide in his shell and ride the rest of this nightmare out. 

The spotted turtle snaps, “Don’t talk to him.” 

It would have made sense if he was looking at Leo when he said it. Don’t engage, don’t bait the big monster that could kill you with as much effort as it takes you to blink, et cetera ad nauseum. If only he’d had a nickel for every time he heard that. 

But instead the turtle is looking at the Krang, and he’s radiating the kind of cold-blooded murder that you mostly only see in movies. He has one arm flung out in front of Leo like he actually means to use it to stop the Krang from getting any closer. 

“Don’t even look at him,” he goes on, sounding seconds away from baring his teeth. 

This guy is significantly unaware of the danger he’s facing, and Leo ought to warn him about what enormous clusterfuck he’d just wandered into. Leo ought to say he appreciates the reptile solidarity, but you should definitely run, new guy. 

But this probably isn’t actually happening outside of his own head. And besides, Leo has to focus really hard on his numb fingers so he doesn’t drop his photo. 

“I’ll look where I please,” the Krang says, as unbothered by the hallucination as he was by Leo’s entire family. “Starting with that fool head of yours. I’m interested in whatever backdoor led you here. If it’s my way out, well —”

Adrenaline surges through Leo, and he’s hardly aware of moving before he’s lurching up and shouting out, “No!” 

He can’t get out, he can’t. Leonardo won’t be able to trick him again. He won’t be there to help this time. 

“I do have one thing for you,” the spotted turtle interrupts to say, reaching over his shoulder for what turns out to be a compound crossbow strapped to his back. 

Leo doesn’t know a lot about archery so it’s weird his fictional turtle does, crank-cocking the weapon like it’s an extension of his arm. He watches cluelessly as the turtle slides something very purple out of his jacket pocket and notches it into the groove where the bolts are supposed to go. It’s definitely not a bolt, but it’s a piercing-type projectile of some kind, and it fits in the crossbow like it was designed with crossbows in mind. 

The turtle aims the bow at the Krang, who clicks the claws of his metal suit on the ground the way Splinter would drum his fingers on the kitchen counter when he was waiting on the microwave. The Krang looks condescending and mildly curious, like he’s watching dumb little animals do something they’re not trained to do. 

“He told me to tell you he’s sorry he couldn’t be here to see this part,” the spotted turtle says, and then shoots without a second of hesitation or unnecessary dramatics. 

The Krang bats the projectile away, or tries to, but it explodes on contact with his armor, and suddenly all Leo can smell is burning metal. Then burning meat. 

The Krang begins to scream, clawing at something defiantly purple with a mind of its own that eats straight through him the effortless, immediate way corrosive acid chews through soft tissue. It moves like nanotech, covering as much of the Krang as possible in a manner of seconds and clearly designed to consume whatever it touches like a school of cartoon piranhas. 

Donnie would love it, color scheme and all. 

The Krang stumbles drunkenly, howling like a creature possessed, and Leo and his turtle companion both watch silently until he tips over the edge of the hunk of torn earth they’re on. Gravity is nonexistent in this dimension, so he doesn’t so much fall as sort of drift in another direction while he’s distracted with the purple stuff that’s doing its best to eat him alive. 

The last handful of minutes have been so bizarre that it’s actually going pretty far in convincing Leo that none of it happened for real. The Krang hasn’t actually found him yet. This is clearly a dream. Or a pre-death electrical storm as the neurons in his brain fire up to fizzle out.  

He tips his head to the side again to stare up at the archer, who is putting his bow away with perfect confidence that whatever that purple thing was, it will do the job. 

“Who are you?” Leo asks stupidly. 

“Gio,” the probably imaginary turtle replies.

Leo’s mouth runs off before he can stop it. “Just Gio? Like Cher?”

God, he thinks. That was stupid, Leo. Not the time or place, Leo. You’re in the prison dimension. You’re dying here and you can’t even cut the jokes now? Raph was so right about you.

But the imaginary turtle surprises him by smiling slightly, the corners of his mouth pulling just barely upwards in a way that somehow completely transforms him. Not the time or place for jokes or smiling at them but here they are. Like company.

“Giorgio Hamato,” ‘Gio’ says. That lands in Leo’s ears as something remarkably worth making a lot of noise over, but he can’t begin to unpack it. And after a second, he forgets what the remarkable part was. His mind is a deck of cards that got shuffled too enthusiastically and ended up scattered all over the floor. Gio doesn’t seem to mind when Leo just blinks at him, adding, “I’m here to take you home.”  

“Pretty sure Uber doesn’t come out this far,” Leo mumbles, the words a paint smear, all thick and wet and muddy. One of his teeth feels broken and it’s keeping him awake, a blistering ache that cracks through the back of his mouth like lightning. “And I’ve got, like, zero bars.”

This is how I cope, he thinks, watching the bigger turtle absorb the second bad joke in as many minutes. Leo’s blinking fast so he doesn’t cry. He’s trying to focus on anything but the pain radiating through his whole body, and the swallowing darkness all around him, and the ruins of ancient metal ships looming where they float unrestricted by gravity, and the ballistic howls of a pissed-off pink alien still dealing with whatever the heck this Gio guy did to him.

He can’t focus on any of that because all of that is scary and he’s already terrified. He needs to not be terrified because he doesn’t want to be that kind of ghost when he haunts his family. He wants to be the friendly, funny kind, the kind that gets to stay at the end of the movie, the kind that will make silly faces at Mikey so he doesn’t get scared, and leave sticky notes for Donnie to remember to charge his phone and drink enough water, and cover Raphie with an extra blanket while he’s asleep because it gets cold at night but he always leaves his bedroom door open for them.

If Leo’s friendly and funny, if he helps, he’ll get to stay. He didn’t get to stay the first time, so this time he has to make it stick.

Larger hands wrap around his. It doesn’t register for a second, and then it does in a big way.

Leo jerks his head up. Moving just that much hurts like his ribs are broken all the way down and the bones in his leg have all melted into liquid agony, but it clears some of the fog away.

Someone is holding his hands in the prison dimension.

An alien like the Krang wouldn’t know the first thing about the human gesture, the togetherness of it, so it’s not some mean trick that’s being played. And it can’t be an imaginary turtle that Leo dreamed up, after all, because kindness would be the last thing he’d give himself.

Possibly very real Gio says, “Fuck Uber. Whatever that is. And don’t repeat that word.”

The punchy breath Leo chokes in is going to punch out again as a laugh or a sob. Leo squeezes the bigger turtle’s hands, photo crinkling between them, suddenly tethered to something in this void and hysterically certain that he’ll die for real if Gio lets go.

“I’m sixteen.” Leo’s voice wobbles. He doesn’t know what to react to first. He doesn’t understand how this is happening. He holds on. “I can say the fuck word if I want to, I’m practically an adult.”

Gio’s face does something it hurts to look at. His eyes are dark and sincere, the shape of them entirely familiar. There’s a warmth inside him that permeates the gloom. A star belonging to a much larger galaxy, but more significantly, belonging to the same crooked constellation Leo belongs to.

I know you, he thinks, surprised by the truth of it. I do. Where have you been?

“We’re going home,” Gio says, the certainty in his voice like one of those huge stones a river parts around, unmoved by the currents and crashing water. “I know the way out. Don’t worry about it. Close your eyes.”   

The worst thing that could happen has already happened, Leo thinks. There’s no reason not to trust him. There’s nothing left to lose. He closes his eyes.

He feels himself drawn in, tucked against the built-in armor of a turtle chest, head resting on a broad shoulder. He’s been carried like this a million times before. He didn’t think it would happen again. Somewhere along the line, he’d been picked up for the last time and put down for the last time, and now he’s here, where no one who loves him can reach him, to scoop him up when he falls asleep on the sofa and take him to bed.

But Gio lifts him up like he’s still a kid. The Krang is bellowing hateful promises in between the grating shrieks of pain, promises of what he’ll do when he gets his hands on Leo, but all of that is far away. 

Leo isn’t afraid anymore. He isn’t going to be a ghost.

He’s pretty sure he’s going home.   

[wormspoodle]

some simple 03 headcanon designs,, continue reading for some thoughts on each

Leo:

- currently same height as Mikey

- lots of little scars from when getting thrown through that window

- less accessorized due to practicality

- knows basic sewing/ patching

- great at calligraphy (thought it would help with patience and focus)

i like to think that while practicing sewing, Leo made a little turtle from random fabric and gave it to Splinter (and Splinter ofc keeps it and displays it on a shelf in his room)

Raph:

- tallest (this one is actually canon in seasons 6 & 7)

- proud of numerous battle scars

- thinks the bandages give him a cool fighter/ brawler look

- knows how to work on bikes and vehicles but is still learning things from Donnie

I am a firm believer in Raph needing glasses but refusing to wear them and refusing to acknowledge having poor eyesight

Donnie:

- 2nd tallest

- bag contains some medical supplies, a few gadgets and spare parts or trinkets

- compression elbow sleeve worn due to the injuries sustained in Exodus Pt2

- "my senses are heightened with night vision goggles"

- matching gloves w/ Mikey

i was gonna give Don some scarring from the incident with the triceratons and that mind helmet thing (i forget what it's called atm) but i figured it might be unrealistic,, only the helmet was seen smoking

Mikey:

- will be taller than Leo one day

- small lip scar from roughhousing as a kid

- compression ankle braces (Mikey's ankles get injured at least 3 times that i remember so i wanted to add braces)

- the most speckled turtle bc all Mikeys are freckled to me

- matching gloves w/ Donnie

i like to think that April had Mikey help paint her nails one time and now thats a thing they do,, Mikey likes the feeling of wearing nail polish idk

[aurantiumred]

hc powers of the seven: blessing edition

not all of the seven are included here because I don't think all of the seven have gotten blessings

firstly, i think blessings are lasting.

is this entirely canon? not really. but frank's blessing physically altered him, so it's pretty possible. now to the actual hcs:

jason: blessing of lupa. he's got very sharp teeth and a strong bite. enhanced senses, other than sight, so he's pretty sensitive to noise. i also doubt that the wolves provided him with cooked food, so he's pretty much got an iron stomach and can eat raw meat. thats what he did with the wolves. however!! this power has drawbacks. he's more likely to be hurt by loud sounds, and his sensitivity means that, while he's a great fighter, you can stun him if you're too loud, though he gets back up after. blessings are also curses. he looks at it fairly, noting both the good and bad effects of it. the noise sensitivity also gives opportunities for him fearing his own lighting and thunder.

frank: blessing of mars. we know this one. what could i possibly change—give him fear manipulation. his very aura can cause anxiety and maybe even paranoia in new people. he hates it. so much. it makes him physically taller and stronger, but it scares the new campers and makes them nervous. he considers it more of a curse than a blessing.

piper: blessing of aphrodite. yes, this happened in canon at her claiming. all I'm editing is saying she got enhanced charmspeak powers from it *cough* and the ability to breathe underwater *cough* i mean what sea goddess aphrodite who? doesn't notice it until shrimpzilla. considers it a blessing. although she hates her mom and probably wishes someone else gave it to her. it's fine she can still be one with the fish.

leo: blessing of juno. yes, the roman variant. yes, juno. she is his patron as much as jason and piper's. minor premonition with sudden sickness, nausea, or visions before a bad event. does this suck ass for him? yes. does this also help the others because it's a bright, neon red warning flag? also yes. he thinks it's shitty but wouldn't get rid of it. this is because juno was believed to protect the roman city and warn the citizens before an attack or destructive event. he also gets slight power boosts during june.

nico: blessing of apollo but specifically after the trials of apollo when he sarcastically asks if he has the blessing of will's father to date him. and apollo takes it literally and gives it to him. "that's not what i meant, dipshit—" and it's far too late for that so now he has enhanced hearing and he's pitch perfect and he'll never use this again. ever. but hey it also gives him sunburn immunity so??? no, he's not a member of the seven, but not all of them have blessings so shh it's fine i can put him in this list.

sorry if i left out a character you thought would gain a blessing! you can correct me if you want <33

[fairy-writes]

Hi! I saw that your requests are open, would you be down to write any Edward Elric fluff? I just love him and I really like your writing <33

DENIAL

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): FLUFF, Female!Reader, Alchemist!Reader, mildly sexist behavior from Ed in the beginning (but he gets better)

Notes: This was going to be a songfic but instead is based on the song “Despair” by leo. But now it’s not. Mostly because I couldn’t find a website to copy and paste the lyrics from.

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Edward met you when he was twelve years old. You looked around his age and, sadly, was a few inches taller than him. You were both in Central Command and waiting for the State Alchemist Exam to start among all the other candidates. You were sat on a chair in the corner, pouring over a small pocket notebook with scribbles and writing that looked worse than his own chicken scratch. 

Of course, he only knew this because he happened to be doing the same thing.

Not because he thought you were pretty. No no. That would be preposterous!

He wished Alphonse could be there. But after they found out there was a physical evaluation, he dropped out and left the prospect of being a State Alchemist up to Edward.

The exam proctor for the written portion of the exam came out and called everyone inside the exam room. You stood, pocketed your notebook, and went inside. Your eyes caught his, and you offered a friendly smile. Edward just scowled back.

He wasn’t here to make friends. 

However, you didn’t let that annoy you, and you took your seat where you were assigned. Coincidentally, it was right in front of Edward. It was obvious that you were both the youngest two at the exam. Everyone else was middle-aged or, at the very least, in their twenties at best.

The exam proctor clapped his hands together, 

“You have two hours. Good luck!” 

Edward flew through the exam. It was reasonably straightforward, with only a few questions mildly stumping him. Most of the questions were multiple-choice, with a handful of essay questions. 

Ha. This written exam was all bullshit if the military thought this would stop him. 

Soon enough, he finished the last question in his best handwriting and turned it in to the proctor at the front of the room. He was the first one done at approximately an hour and eleven minutes. He could feel the glares as he exited the exam hall and found you sitting on a bench, pouring over your notes yet again. 

“You!” He jabbed an accusatory finger. How were you here? He didn’t see you leave! And you had been sitting right in front of him! You look up, startled like a deer in the headlights, but soon, your face smooths to that irritating friendly smile. 

“It’s you again! How did you do on the exam?” You say conversationally, and his brain stalls. 

Something about your voice makes his heart stutter. 

“Uh… what?” Edward fumbles, and you shut your book and slip it into the back pocket of your overalls, stretching your arms above your head. 

“Man, I thought it was hard! Those field questions were tricky!” You forge onward with your rather one-sided conversation, adjusting your shirt under your overalls. You wore dirty overalls, a dirty black long-sleeved shirt, and dirty rubber-soled sneakers. The left one was untied. Overall, you looked… not… very well put together. He was pretty sure you had mud smeared above your eyebrow. Hell, even Edward wore his best clothes, a button-down and some slacks, at Granny’s insistence. 

“The test was easy.” Edward eventually says, and you huff playfully,

“‘Course it was for you. But I still finished first, didn't I?” You tease, and he feels his cheeks flush.

“This isn’t a competition!” At that, you stare with your eyebrows raised,

“Not everyone becomes a State Alchemist, y’know. So it kind of is a competition.” You say, and he throws his hands up and storms away. He didn’t have time for you. He had to go back to his hotel room and prepare for the practical phase.

Edward met you next in Colonel Roy Mustang’s office.

He had just received his certification as the Fullmetal Alchemist when there was a knock on the door. Alphonse turned, his armor clanking slightly as he moved to open the door.

“Come in,” Mustang called, a grin on his face that Edward did not like. “It seems like your partner is here, Fullmetal,” he said as the door opened, and you peeked your head in.

“You!” He jumps up and points yet again. You cringe but recognize him easily enough and jab a finger at him.

“You made it through the exam!” You shriek, and he flinches himself at your volume.

Mustang quirks an eyebrow,

“You already seem acquainted.” He comments almost dumbly, and Edward grits his teeth.

“She finished the exam before me.” He grinds out, and Mustang’s eyebrow raises even higher. He leans his chin on his clasped hands.

“So this is the one who got a perfect score. You don’t look like much,” He muses, and Edward bites back a snippy retort. The fact that he hadn’t gotten a perfect score was a touchy subject. After all, he had missed one question—one!

You give a mock bow and straighten,

“Well, you don’t look like much yourself, sir.” You quip, and Alphonse stifles a laugh. Mustang sighs and mutters under his breath something that sounds suspiciously like, “Great, now there’s two of you.”  He then claps his hands together softly and looks at both of you, gesturing for you to take a seat.

“Now, Fullmetal, I’d like to introduce you to your new partner. This is the Ink Alchemist. Ink, this is the Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric.” He said, and immediately, Edward spotted a problem.

“Partner? No way! I’m not working with some girl!” He snaps and sees you roll your eyes out of the corner of his vision.

“So you’re one of those people?” You sneer, and he bares his teeth.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Before you two can start bickering, Mustang interjects.

“It’s under orders of the Führer himself that you two work together. So I suggest you both put aside your differences and get along.” He says, and you almost snap to attention like a dog looking at its master. Which Edward supposed, in a way, you were. 

Just like he was. 

Dogs of the military.

“So… what kind of alchemy do you do?” Alphonse said awkwardly as you and Edward scowled at each other. You three are on a train, heading toward Resembool to give Granny and Winry the fantastic news of Edward becoming a State Alchemist. But, of course, you had to tag along to “as his partner.” 

Edward was partially tempted to ditch you at a random train station. 

But he had tried that already, and it hadn’t worked. 

You perked up at the question and reached for your long sleeves. Your shirt was at least clean this time.

“Oh wow! That’s beautiful!” Alphonse gasped, and you grinned. 

Even Edward has to admit your transmutation circles are indeed beautiful. 

Extra lines swirl out from the circles themselves, decorating your arms like vines of flowers. He even spies a few doodled flowers in the bare spaces between circles. They dot your arm in varying sizes and intricacy, with the largest being the size of your palm and the smallest being almost the size of Edward’s thumb. Even the tiny ones had an insane amount of detail.

You preen under the attention but soon work your sleeves back down your arms and sit back in your seat next to Edward. 

“I designed ‘em myself! That’s where I got the name the Ink Alchemist!” you say, and when Alphonse asks more questions, you are happy to launch into a lecture worthy of his old school teacher. 

Edward has to admit… you looked really pretty when you were excitedly talking about alchemy with his younger brother. 

Admittedly, Edward’s little “crush” (though he refused to say it was one) grew bigger and bigger each day. Days turned into weeks, turned into months, turned into years. And that meant it grew harder and harder to hide from your keen eyes. You were brilliant—one of the smarter alchemists he knew—and pretty. Even though you were taller than him, he could look past that. 

Alphonse picked up on it, Winry picked up on it, and even Colonel Mustang picked up on it! And truthfully? Mustang was the absolute worst about it. He always watched you and Edward interact with a smug smile as if this was all his doing. 

And Edward had the inkling that it was that you two were paired together. Because why would the Führer pair two prepubescent teens together?

But as the two of you hit eighteen and Edward finally grew past you in height, things changed. 

It was the week before you confronted Father and his plans. 

Edward meandered away from the dying campfire and found you under the stars in a meadow. Darius, Heinkel, and Greed were all presumably fast asleep in their sleeping bags, and it was his turn to keep watch. 

They were in the middle of nowhere. Edward could spare a few minutes from night watch to talk to you.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asks, and you jump, nearly spilling your pot of ink that was balanced precariously on your knee. You hold a paintbrush in hand and are retracing the many transmutation circles that litter your arms. 

He could never get over how pretty they were. 

“Not really. I wanted to get these redone before… y’know… everything.” You say, and he takes a seat next to you, his automail leg creaking as he does so. He hadn’t maintained it in forever, it was stiffening up. 

“We still have a whole week before the eclipse.” He reminds you, and you look up at the stars, tracing the constellations with your eyes. 

“I know, but I can’t sit here and do nothing.” You reply, and he hums, thinking back to when he first met you. 

“I’m sorry.” He blurts into the night sky and sees you frown and look at him out of the corner of his eye. 

“For what?” You ask, and he shrugs, feeling his cheeks heat up. It wasn’t like him to be so sentimental! What was wrong with him?!

He only got like this when you were around. 

“For how I acted when we first met… Ditching you at the station… refusing to work with you… And—”

“Woah, woah, woah, where’s this coming from?! We aren’t going to die next week, are we?!” You cut him off, panicked, and nearly spilled your ink again. He caught it with his left hand right as you grabbed it, and your fingers brushed. 

“I don’t plan on it… But all these years have had me thinking how awful I was to you. And for no reason other than my pride.” The words come tumbling out, and he gets more and more heated until you kneel in front of him and cup his face. 

That gets him to shut up real quick.

“You were twelve, Ed.” You say gently and he huffs, opening his mouth to speak some more when you put a finger to his lips. Your skin is soft against his mouth, and he can smell the ink staining your fingertips. 

You continue to talk unabashed,

“You were twelve, and I forgave you a long time ago. I care for you a lot. We’ve been working together for what, six years? I know I didn’t make it easy to work with me either.” You finish, and he sighs, ducking his head in embarrassment. Then, before he can stop himself, he pulls you into a tight hug. You return it immediately.

“I have something to tell you after all this is over.” He mumbles and hears you chuckle. His heart, as it always does, skips a beat at the sound. 

Maybe when they defeat Father, he can tell you how he really feels.

Instead of living in denial. 

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Hello, i have a bayverse tmnt request if you don’t mind, i was wondering if you could do the bayverse boys with a younger sibling reader(and by young i mean like their 17 and the reader is like twelve or thirteen) and the reader is like, very chaotic and small, but still really nice.

Hello, hello! Since you didn't really specify whether the sibling would be human or mutant, I decided to leave it as human. I hope you like it anyway! ♡♡♡♡

Keeping You On Your Toes *⁠.⁠✧

The lair was unusually loud that afternoon, and that was saying something considering it was home to four ninja turtles and a lot of chaotic energy. Today, though, the source of the noise wasn’t Mikey’s video games or Raph’s grumbling. It was you—a twelve-year-old ball of chaos and the younger sibling they hadn’t expected to have into their family.

“Y/N, you’re gonna break something!” Leo’s voice echoed as you sprinted across the lair, narrowly avoiding one of Donnie’s workbenches.

“I’m not gonna break anything!” you yelled back, giggling as you climbed onto the back of the couch and perched like a bird. “See? Perfectly balanced.”

The couch tipped slightly, and Donnie looked up with a raised brow. “For now,” he muttered under his breath.

Raph walked in from the kitchen, a slice of pizza in hand, and paused when he saw you. “What the hell are you doin’ up there, short stack?”

“I’m testing my ninja agility!” you said, pretending to strike a dramatic pose.

“More like testing how fast you can fall on your face,” Raph muttered, but his smirk betrayed his amusement.

Ever since Master Splinter adopted you, your life had turned into something straight out of a comic book. Sure, you weren’t a mutant ninja, but you made up for it with sheer determination and enough energy to power the entire city.

Leo tried to keep you in line, but it was a losing battle. You had a knack for finding mischief wherever you went. Like the time you’d accidentally set off one of Donnie’s alarms while trying to “help” in his lab. Or the time you’d convinced Mikey to turn the training room into an obstacle course for one of your games.

Still, you weren’t all chaos and no heart.

“Y/N, you’re so small compared to us,” Mikey teased one day, ruffling your hair as you sat cross-legged on the floor with him.

You puffed out your chest dramatically. “I may be small, but I’m mighty!”

Mikey laughed, falling back against the couch. “Sure, dude... I'll wait for the day you'll be taller than me!”

Later that night, after a rough mission, the boys came back battered and bruised. You stayed up, waiting for them despite Leo’s insistence that you should be asleep. When they trudged in, you rushed to greet them.

“What happened? Are you guys okay?”

“We’re fine, Y/N,” Leo assured you, though he winced as he moved to take off his gear.

You didn’t buy it. Grabbing the first aid kit, you stationed yourself next to Raph, who had a gash on his arm. “Hold still,” you said, your usual energy giving way to focus as you patched him up.

Raph grumbled but let you work. “You’re gettin’ pretty good at this,” he admitted, watching as you secured the bandage.

“Yeah, well, someone’s gotta keep you guys alive,” you teased, but your tone was soft.

One evening, you sat on the couch, squeezed between Raph and Mikey as a movie played on the TV. You’d stolen half of Raph’s pizza, and Mikey was complaining about it when Donnie walked in.

“Hey, Y/N,” Donnie said, holding up something shiny. “You left this in my lab.”

You looked up and grinned. “Oh, thanks, Donnie! I was wondering where that went.”

As he handed you the small gadget, Leo walked in, shaking his head. “Y/N, what did I say about staying out of Donnie’s lab?”

“Uh... not to do it?”

“And yet?”

“And yet I’m adorable, so you can’t stay mad at me,” you replied with a cheeky grin.

Raph burst out laughing, and even Leo had to fight a smile.

“You’re impossible,” Leo said, ruffling your hair as he passed by.

“Yeah, but you love me,” you shot back, leaning into the couch with a satisfied smile.

And he couldn’t argue with that. You were their chaotic, small, and slightly unhinged younger sibling, and they wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝚈'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠…𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. ~

💙👻🩵👻💙👻🩵

(𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚝 𝙶𝚋𝚘𝚢𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾 𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝙰𝚛𝚝)

̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟸: 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 (𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 💗)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟼𝟷𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢🩵

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕…𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 (𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎’𝚜) 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘…𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔 ☺️🫶🏾!!

𝙸.𝙸. (𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾): 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎 = 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗, 𝙼𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚑𝚎𝚖 = 𝙻𝚎𝚘!!!

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢😙🩷🙌🏾˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Yeesh…you have a deeper Raph chasm than Raph himself…” The red eared slider lightly joked as he caught a glimpse of his smaller counterpart. 

The younger counterpart in question didn’t even seem…remotely phased by the remark, looking over the city of NYC like it was going to be his last time doing so. 

But the smaller turtle felt like he was being slightly watched…(which, he in fact was) he then looked up and locked eyes with his older counterpart. “…Huh? W-Were you talking to me?”

“Nope. I was just talking to my imaginary friend Mr. Snoozle— of course I was talking to you.” Leon said sarcastically, raising an eye ridge at the other teen. 

Leo blushed slightly at the elder’s sarcasm, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “Sorry…I-I was spacing out…I do that a lot.”

“Yeah…no kidding. I’ve been talking to you for the past ten minutes and all I’ve gotten from you were six 'mhm’s', three 'yup’s' and seven 'dang that’s crazy's'.” The older one snorted, “If I didn’t know any better, it seems like you don’t wanna talk to me.”

“No! I-It’s not that!” The smaller turtle immediately protested, fiddling nervously with his fingers as he gazed at the streets of NYC once more. 

Which…was really the only thing he could do right at this moment. 

Besides…the city always looked so…pretty in the evenings. 

Well, if there wasn’t crime happening…

…Which was, like, a good 40-50% of the time but still.

“So…what is it, then? Why did you take me to a random rooftop in the smack middle of NY? 'Cuz, no offense…but I was having a nice first place winning streak in Fashion Famous before all of this.” The taller turtle said.

The honey brown teen raised a doubtful brow, “…You play Fashion Famous?”

“Psh…who doesn’t?” Leon scoffed, “But that’s a question worth discussing for another day…” He said as he leaned his shell against the rooftop guardrail as he looked up at the afternoon soon to turn to evening sky, “So tell me..what’s going on, dude?”

“…I…I needed to talk to you…” Leo mumbled. 

“I…can see that.” The elder giggled, “But, what did you wanna talk about?”

The younger fiddled with his fingers nervously again, picking at his thumb’s hang nail slightly as he avoided the other’s gaze entirely now, “…How…H-How do I become a good leader…?” 

Leon blinked in confusion, darting his eyes around the rooftop looking for someone else before letting out a humorless laugh, “Uhuh…whahahat?”

“I-I said…how do I become a good leader…?” Leo repeated, a bit quieter this time.

“…You’re asking me that?” The slider asked incrediously.

“Yes…!” Leo emphasized, getting off of the rail to look at the taller turtle, “How do I—”

“U-Uh…this is…flattering and all, b-but I reheally think you should talk to my Raph about…that.” The red eared slider interrupted, rubbing his arm anxiously and tensing up a bit as the other mutant looked at him with confusion and distraught.

“What? Why!?” Leo asked, getting up from the ledge to look fully at his older counterpart.

“Well, I’m not the oldest turtle in the family like you. I’m the second youngest. Raphalla has more experience, more wisdom and aaaaall that good stuff.” The lime green eyed turtle said as he grimaced awkwardly, picking at a hangnail as well.

Great minds think alike, I suppose…

The honey brown eyed mutant blinked, “I…so? Your still the leader of your team—“

“Welp…this conversation has been fun but I gotta go—”

“But—”

“I have a toooooon of stuff to do now that I think about it…”

“B-But I—”

“And besides, I’m sure your leadership skills aren’t as bad as you think they are—”

“PLEASE!!” The younger shouted as the older tried to leave, making the other flinch slightly at the sudden and random yell, “…Please. J-Just a small piece of advice! A-A hint…! Anything!” 

The taller mutant sighed inwardly, turning around as he crossed his arms— not in a malicious way…but it was really the only form of body langauge he could do at the moment other than picking more at his skin…

…Which, he promised Donnie he would try to stop doing…

“…Why do you want my input so bad…?” The lime green eyed teen asked, mentally cringing at how weak and fragile he sounded.

“I…I don’t know.” The younger mumbled quietly as he sat down against the ledge on the building, hugging his knees to his chest, “I just…figured you would know some stuff…”

“Some…stuff?” The other pressed.

Leo rolled his eyes, “You know what I’m taking about; being a good leader and all that shit!” 

“Pfft— HAH! Trust me, dude…I’m just as lost as you are with this whole 'being a good leader' thing.” Leon chuckled, sitting down next to his counterpart.

“…What are you talking about?” 

“I just became a leader, like…two-ish weeks ago? I dunno…the past weeks have been a complete blur.” The red eared slider explained, holding in an amused snort as he saw how genuinely shocked the other turtle was by his new lore drop. 

“My Raph was originally the leader of the team but after my family defeated the Shredder…my Dad was just all like: 'Blue, you’re the new leader now' and the rest was history…” 

“…Just like that?” The honey brown eyed teenager asked in pure surprise. 

“Just like that.” Leon confirmed. 

“Well, fuck me, then…” The smaller teen grumbled in defeat, burying his face in his knees as the other let out the amused snort he’s been holding in, “I’m good, thanks.” 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” The younger grumbled at the older’s immaturity. 

…He needs to make a mental note to himself to never let his own Mikey and Leon be in the same room with one another…

“I personally think you have nothing to worry about, though. You seem like you’re doing a pretty good job—” Leon tried to say. 

“But I’m not!” Leo exclaimed as he interrupted the older, mentally punching himself for making a loud outburst again, “I-I’m…not…”

“My brother’s don’t listen to me.” The smaller teen explained, his voice either demonstrating frustration or self-depreciation…

…Leon couldn’t tell.

“They always assume I want to be bossy or I want to be controlling but in reality I just wanna protect them!” The honey brown eyed turtle seethed, “I-I just want to be there for them a-and help!!! I knowthat we’re all the same age and I guess it seems like I’m babying them but I kinda have to because they aren’t responsible! They wouldn’t know responsibility if it walked up to them and punched them straight in the face!!”

The lime green eyed mutant rubbed his arm, tapping his fingers on his knees to try and calm himself down; getting overwhelmed was not a good look on him. 

Plus, it clashed with his autumn shade. 

“…Just, uh…trust yourself…?” The elder tried. 

“But I don’t!” The younger shouted, “I’ve tried and tried and tried to lead but they just. don’t. listen! I-I can’t lead people who don’t want to be lead!” 

“…Your Dad picked you to be the leader for a reason—”

“Well I don’t even know what that damn reason is! ” Leo seethed, burying his face into his arms, “My brother’s want Raph to lead…they don’t want…me. They want someone collective and strong and dependent as their leader; someone who they can be relient on…s-someone who they can trust…”

The smaller mutant let out a wet scoff, looking to the side of himself, “…I’m none of those things…” 

Almost on cue to the emotional moment, Leon slapped his younger counterpart upside on the head…hard. 

Leo let out a small squawk, rubbing the back of his head as he glared at the other. 

“What the freaking hell was that for?!” Leo seethed. 

“For saying a bunch of dumb shit!” The older seethed back, “Y'know that’s my job, right?” He said as he crossed his arms, glancing straight ahead as he saw the sun peeking out from behind a building….

…It was honestly giving the Attack on Titan intro and Leo wasn’t complaining one bit.

“Look…I’m not going to lie to you; being the leader isn’t easy.” The lime green eyed teen exclaimed knowingly. 

“Gee, I wonder what gave you that idea.” The other grumbled under his breath. 

“Just let me cook!”

“Well, right now you’re burning.”

Leon just rolled his eyes at the smaller’s sassy remark, continuing, “I get it, okay…? Being the leader is…challenging. Especially when you know the people your supposed to be leading don’t…want your leadership— or at the very least aren’t used to it.”

The lime green eyed teenager got up, brushing his legs off as he looked over the building’s rail, seeming like he was…trying to remember something, “It’s…a lot. Your still a kid but you’re literally forced to manage all of these responsibilities and high expectations everyone has for you…”

The older sighed, playing with his mask tails as he glanced at the ground, wishing it had an answer to his and Leo’s predicament, “A-And you don’t…you don’t know what those expectations are…” 

The taller mutant sighed, looking back at his younger counterpart, “But you just…gotta keep going…y’know? Your Dad picked you to be leader for a reason, I’m sure.” Leon assured. 

“But my brother’s—”

“'Want Raph?'” The red eared slider said, “Wehell, you aren’t Raph, now are you?”

“…no.”

“Exactly. So stop trying to compare. You’re Leonardo. Lead how Leonardo would lead.” The elder smiled softly.

God, he sounded so freaking…wise right now!!!

“But…I don’t know how Leonardo leads…that’s why I’m asking you…!!” The younger said. 

Leon snorted, “You gotta figure it out, then! Only you can determine how Leonardo leads. Yes…we’re both Leo’s in a sense but we’re different people…you feel me?”

“I…I-I feel you.” The honey brown eyed teen nodded slightly, “I just…I just don’t wanna mess anything up, I guess…”

“Hate to break it to you…but you 100% will. That’s the great thing about being, well…you. I don’t need to be an alternate version of you to know you fuck things up constantly.” The older Leonardo joked lightly, his soft smile turning to a smug grin as he saw how appalled his younger self got at the comment. 

“And you’re going to fuck up a lot of things when you’re leading your brothers…I’d be lying if I said you wouldn’t. But…overtime you’ll get better…you won’t be perfect…but you’ll get better.” The elder announced, looking over his shoulder to lock eye’s with Leo, “And sooner or later your younger brother’s will learn to trust you to lead them…but you have to trust yourself first.” 

Leo’s eyes widened slightly, looking back at his older self with nothing but…respect and compassionnow. 

His advice actually made…sense. Which is an actual shock because all the things he usually says is just plain old gibberish. 

“So, you gonna pay me?” Leon asked as he sat back down. 

“Huh?” The younger said as he tilted his head in confusion. 

“I said: Are you gonna pay me?” The older asked again, “Advice doesn’t come for free, y'know.” And in a result to the random question and statement, Leo scratched the side of his head, glancing away nervously, “I mean…I have some Jolly Rancher wrappers in my pocket if you’d like that.” 

The older Leonardo raised an unamused brow, biting back a genuine smile at the younger’s attempted transaction. 

“…I’ll…take that as a maybe…?” The shorter mutant quietly guessed. 

“I’ll pass…but I appreciate the offer.” The red eared slider laughed, wrapping his younger counterpart in a hug as he rested his hand on his side, squeezing it comfortingly, “With you and me as our brother’s leaders…there’s absolutely nothing we can’t solve!” 

The older mutant faltered, scratching his chin in sudden realization, “Besides girls…I still haven’t decoded them yet.” 

Leo randomly let out a laugh at the joke, shaking his head as a couple snorts and squeals followed. 

The older Leo raised an amused brow, chuckling lightly at the other’s giggle fit, “Ohoookay…it was never that fuhunny.” 

“Ihi nehehever sahaid ihat— snrt! Yohour hahahand!!!” The younger Leonardo squeaked, holding the other’s wrists loosely. “Oh.” The lime green eyed teenager hummed, his amused eyeridge raise now becoming…smug, “You don’t happen to be…ticklish, do you?” 

The smaller mutant gulped as his counterpart muttered out…the word; and so casually too?!

“N-Noho! N-Nohoh I’m nohot!” The honey brown eyed turtle squeaked out despretley, letting out a city-wide squeal as Leon pinched his hips with his free hand whilst still trapping/wrapping him in a hug. “Really? Well, last I checked, people who 'aren’t ticklish' don’t usually squeal when their hips are squeezed, bud.”  

“Ihihat’s— snrt! Juhuhust stahap!!” 

“If my memory serves me correctly, you said you 'weren’t ticklish', right?” The elder said as he wiggled his free hand near the other’s stomach. 

Which, in fact, was enough to keep the other boy completely howling with laughter. 

Leo screamed, twisting and turning to try and steer away from the tortuous fingers, “N-NohO nohOHO snrt WAHAIT-!!!” 

“Soooo…you obviously don’t mind this, right?” Leon smirked as he used his left hand to scribble around the smaller turtle’s tummy while his right hand wrapped around his shell and tickled his underarm. “IHI MIHIHIND! IHI snrt MIHIHIND snrt AHA LAHAHAT!” The younger mutant squeaked out in panic, flailing and shouting about. 

“But why~? You’re obviously not ticklish.” The red eared slider shrugged casually. 

“IHI SNRT SNRT AHAM!!” The smaller mutant suddenly confessed, pushing on the taller’s chest, “IHI AHAM SNRT  IHIHI AHAM SNRT SNRT IHI SNRT AHAHAM!!” 

“Oh! So…you lied to me?” The older mutant questioned as he clamped Leo’s thigh repetitively.

The complete audacity of this kid…

It was impressive, honestly…

Leo hiccuped, burying his head in the elder’s shoulder, “NOHO! IHI— snrt! GYAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!!” 

“Noho! You lied to me, you little twerp! Ugh…the betrayal! And here I thought we were having a nice little bonding moment!” The red eared slider cried dramatically as he stuffed his hands in Leo’s underarms.

The younger Leonardo loudly squawked, snorting up a storm as the elder continued to relentlessly tickle him to pieces, “L-LEHEEEEEEEHEON!!”

“Hm~? Yeah~? What is it, bud?”

“PLEHEHEASE!! NAHAT SNRT SNRT THAHAT!!!” The honey brown eyed mutant squealed, his yell bouncing off the walls of the buildings of New York. “Why~? Is it your tickle spot~? Your tickle tickletickle spot~? 'Cuz your tickle tickle ticklish~?”

“SHUHUT UHUHUP!!” The smaller turtle howled as Leon scribbled his nails along the other’s plastron patterns, “OHO MY GAHASH YOHOUR SOOHOH MEAN!!!”

“Mean?” The lime green eyed teenager repeated innocently, “I’m not mean~! I’m just asking you a couple questions.” 

“I-IHIHI CAHANT SNRT SNRT SNRT BREATHE!!” 

“That sounds like a yohou problem, but hey! That’s just me…” 

“OKAHAY!!!” The younger wheezed, happy tears pricking out of his eyes; awaiting to fall, “STOHOP! STOHOHAP!!” 

“Stopping stopping…” The elder teenager giggled, doing as he promised and stopping. He wrapped his younger counterpart in a hug, letting the shorter turtle snort and snicker in his shoulder once more, “You got this…okay?” He assured. 

“W-Whahat…? Whahat snrt snrt doohoo I snrt hahahave??” Leo questioned through his giddy laughs which Leon couldn’t help but huff fondly to, “The…Thehe leading thing, dude. You got it, okay? Just remember what I said and you’ll be fine.” 

“I dohon’t eheheven remember whahat yohou said toohoo beehee honest..” 

“I can tickle you again to help you remember—“

“N-NONOHO IHIHI’M GOOD!” Leo emphasized, hugging his middles and burying his head into Leon’s shoulder deeper. The elder just hugged him tighter, resting his cheek on the top of the younger’s head.

The two didn’t know a thing when it came to leading…

But they were going to try…they were going to try leading…

…Because that’s really all anyone could ask for…

Their best. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[our-happygirl500-fan]

During the episode Battle Nexus New York when Draxum is trying to convince April & Splinter that they’re trapped inside an illusion in an Orb he points out the Turtles are missing but the Turtle’s silhouettes that Draxum imagines are coloured incorrectly 

Draxum: Where are the Turtles?

When he imagines the Turtle’s silhouettes, Donnie’s silhouette is coloured in blue & Leo’s silhouette is coloured in purple, now it could just be an animation error or it could be that Draxum has a problem telling Donnie & Leo apart.

There’s a joke to be made about parents being unable to tell twins apart here but I digress, Draxum getting Donnie & Leo mixed up in his head could be excusable if Draxum told the Turtle’s apart by height, Mikey is smaller than the rest of his brothers & Raph is taller than the rest of his brothers so it would be hard to mistake them but Donnie & Leo are similar heights.

But another reason that Draxum could be getting Donnie & Leo mixed up is that they’re the two Turtle’s he’s spent the least amount of time with.

We know that Mikey & Draxum are rather close because Mikey was the one that carried Draxum’s redemption on his back & actually brought Draxum into the family but Draxum has also spent time with & bonded with Raph as well.

Draxum: You saved me? Why?

Raph: Still trying to get used to this but Mikey thinks you’re part of the family and rule number one of the Mad Dog’s code is ‘you take care of family’

Raph: If you’re gonna live up top, you’re gonna need a job. 

Raph was the one that helped Mikey with Draxum’s redemption in Repairin’ the Baron, he defended Draxum from bounty hunters & helped Draxum find his lunch server job, outside of Mikey, Raph is probably the Turtle that Draxum has had the friendliest encounters with. There was even supposed to be a scrapped episode where Raph goes to Draxum for help with his mystic powers.

In contrast Donnie & Leo never really got an episode where they had the chance to bond Draxum though it’s revealed in the episode Air Turtle that Donnie does have Draxum’s phone number

Donnie: That is why I’ve called an expert on all things mystic

If Rise ever does get a season 3, Donnie & Leo are due for a bonding episode with Draxum & as it stands it looks like Raph & Mikey are Draxum’s favourites

[scarredwoods]

As we all know, the 2003 turtles are around 5 feet tall, and since they're 15 at the start, they'll definitely start growing taller. But when do they stop growing?

A headcanon I've had is that the turtles from certain iterations don't stop growing until they're much older because of their mutation. Like around mid to late 20s. And because of that, they end up growing very tall (Not Bayverse tall, definitely a little shorter than that).

And you might be asking, "Woods, what made you come up with this very simple headcanon?"

And to that, I say, I think it would be very funny if Casey and April, who obviously don't know a lot about mutants, just based them off of regular human growth and ended up being wrong. They'd probably think that they stop growing around 16-18 years old, the same that humans do. So since they're 5 foot at the start of 15, they most likely believed that they're still going to be either around the same height as April or a little shorter by the time they stop growing. Only to find out that they became taller than April by 18. But that's fine. They just had a big growth spurt before they finally stopped. After all, that's normal amongst humans, too.

But they didn't stop. They kept growing. And now Casey's starting to get worried. He's the tallest amongst them and if Raph ends up getting taller than him, then he's never going to hear the end of it. It's gonna be short stack jokes for the rest of eternity. And that's exactly what happens. Granted, he's not a GIANT compared to Casey, maybe a few inches or half a foot taller than him.

By the time they were 22, Casey started getting worried about their height and even started questioning to April if the turtles would ever stop growing and if they're going to turn into four giant godzillas, or something. April thought it was a ridiculous idea, of course, but after a while, she almost started questioning that too. Plus, she was getting tired of cranking her neck up to look at everyone. Now she knows how the turtles felt all those years ago. Thankfully, they stopped growing by the time they were 26, which was a relief for everyone. They most likely had to find ways to extend their beds a couple of times to fit in them. Even Raph had to get a bigger hammock since his last one could no longer support his weight.

Also, imagine the thought of Usagi being a lot shorter than Leo since he most likely stopped growing once he reached around 5'5. Just the thought of Leo having to look down at Usagi and stop his urge from picking him up like a limp cat. Or lifting him up to see the top of a fridge or a cabinet for the first time.

Plus, there's Mikey who would makes jokes about since he's taller, Usagi should listen to him, while Usagi's down there responding about he's older and Mikey should listen to HIM. And it all just ends up with back and forth sibling banter. (This is specifically inspired by me and my little brother, who grew taller than me and ends up telling people he's the oldest. Shout out to all the other older siblings who ended up shorter than their younger siblings)

[julianalvarez9]

sundays are for lunch at the messi's / pedri

requests: podrías escribir otro de pedri x reader argentina? el otro me encanto 😭😭😭 & pedri and childhood best friend reader??? 🫶🏽😭

pairing: (argentinian) messi!reader x pedri (childhood friends to lovers)

author's note: the ages don't make sense but I DON'T CARE THIS IS FICTION.

summary: pedri and you had been friends for the longest time, so you don't need to introduce him to your parents, they already know him. but there's a slight change of titles that they're not aware of, and you need to face.

wc: 2k words.

you've lived in barcelona your whole life.

you're accustomed to it all: the good and the bad. the recognition on their faces when your last name is heard, the little gasps and whispers that came with it. you never liked it, of course, but there's nothing you could do about it. you're aware that anyone that has ever come close to you always wants something. when you're 15, and all you want to do is be normal, be like the other girls, it's hard. but there's one person who never saw you as anything else than just a little girl, sometimes too shy for her own good, but who was always down to play with him if it involved football.

pedri has been by your side ever since your father brought you to ciutat esportiva one time as a kid. you were meant to just stay in the bench, "total es un rato, sí?" (it's just for a bit, yeah?), your father had promised, but being 9 years old, your legs can carry you anywhere you set your eyes to, especially when you’re bored. and, being the daughter of a football star, it’s only right for you to be drawn to a ball. you don't even see the kid with big, brown eyes and black hair at first: the owner, for sure.

"¿quieres jugar?" (do you want to play?) the kid, who looks just a bit older than you due to him being just a bit taller, kindly asks, and you only nod your head in affirmation. he passes the ball to you softly, not wanting to be too rough, and you surprise him greatly by passing it back to him in a smooth movement. “¿cómo te llamas?” (what's your name?) he questions, and you only reply with your name before asking for his.

not long after, your father comes looking for you. “creo que alguien te está buscando” (i think someone’s looking for you) pedri says, tilting his head to where your father is, although he doesn’t recognize him at first. leo’s smiling, like he always is, and you wave pedro goodbye before running towards your dad. your little friends sees the last name printed over your back, but he doesn't think anything of it. he has "messi 10" printed over his too.

“¿te estabas divirtiendo?” (were you having fun?) your father asks once you get to him, and he helps you put on the jacket that is, still, to big for you, but needed to provide the warmth the chill air had deprived from your little figure. your cheeks are blushed pink when you nod, but you hope he only thinks it's because of the cold.

but something had changed in all these years.

now you're holding his hand, hard, while he tries to drive you to your parents house. it isn't too far from where you're currently living, but if anything, that makes it worse when you're holding on to him for dear life, your nerves getting the best of you. it's not like they didn't know pedri. but that was the issue: your father knows him as his teammate, one of the promising youngsters raised in la masía just like he was once. the little kid who was kicking the ball with you that one time you had run away from his watch. not as his daughter's boyfriend.

"bonita, si esto te está poniendo mal…" (pretty girl, if this is making you this anxious…) he's the first one to talk when the traffic light goes red. his dark -but still warm- brown eyes are set on you, lovingly, while his thumb strokes your hand up and down in a calming gesture. you know he's trying to reassure you, and he'd be happy just to drop you off if you're not comfortable with the idea of presenting him as your partner, but you know it's not that.

"no, no. está bien. solo estoy un poco nerviosa" (no, no. it's okay. just a little bit nervous) you get to say, before pressing a soft kiss in the back of his hand that has him smiling widely. the light turns green again and he has to focus his eyes on the road once more, but not before trying to lighten up the mood. "ya me conocen" (they know me already) he jokes, and he's not wrong. except, there has been a slight change in the titles that your parents aren't quite aware as of yet.

"sí, como pedri, número 8 del barça. no como pedro, novio de su hija" (yeah, as pedri, barça's number 8. not as pedro, their daughter's boyfriend). he gulped, realization dawning on his face at understanding why you were as fidgety as you were: meeting your girlfriend's parents is a huge step in a relationship -not that he would have experienced it before, giving that you were his first-, but even more considering who your parents were. you would have laughed at him, if it wasn't because the nerves were engulfing you whole too. "bueno, si lo pones así…" (well, if you put it like that…).

sooner rather than later, you two arrived to your destination, and even if you wanted to stay in the car just for a bit longer, to feel a bit more prepared, your brothers had already heard the sound of the car and jumped straight out of the house to find you. they were a little surprised when pedri stepped out of the car after you, but given that they were avid barcelona fans due to your dad, they were the good kind of surprised: almost starstruck, which made you laugh.

the noise outside eventually drew your mother out, too, and antonela smiled widely at seeing that there would be one more person joining them. she genuinely loved organizing parties or family events, so the more, the better in her opinion. "¡que sorpresa, pedri!" (what a surprise, pedri!) she said, clapping excitedly. your boyfriend straightened again, after squatting down to talk to your brothers more closely. "bienvenido, pasá, hay lugar para todos" (welcome, come in, there’s room for everyone) she encouraged, and you both got closer to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, before the six of you went inside.

it doesn't come as a surprise to you that everyone is pleased with his arrival. it's almost like you're erased to a second place, and you're happy with it, never one to thrive in the spotlight. pedri, on the other hand, loves it. loves to chat happily with your mom when she asks him about how training has been, loves to follow your three little brothers when they beg him to play some football with him. your father is in the backyard, so occupied with grilling the meat -as he did every sunday, maintaining the ritual of making asado even if he was miles away from his dear argentina- that he doesn't think any of the noise.

"así que vos y él…" (so you and him…) your mother inquires once it's just you and her, and just a nod from your part does it for her. antonela has been your relationship's number one supporter even before you two realized you liked each other. she just knew, as she puts it. "te mira como me mira tu papá" (he looks at you just like your dad looks at me) she had gushed one day, and you could never brush the comment of your mind ever since. two weeks later, pedri actually confessed his feelings for you after scoring an important goal for the team, saying "fue para tí. cada uno de mis goles, siempre fueron para tí” (it was for you. every one of my goals, they always were for you).

-

this was something you didn’t consider could be a problem before: your dad knew him. he was used to seeing you two together often, as you were the closest friends before starting to date officially. pedri being invited by you to a family lunch wasn’t that weird, even if it hadn’t happened before -and that should be enough indication that something had changed-. but apparently, not for leo messi, who remained clueless.

the lunch goes smoothly: you two are laughing with your parents, and everyone seems to be having fun. sometimes his hands find your leg in a reassuring way, or your hands find his to calm his nerves a little, but it's all under the table: no one sees. at least, when they're all seated at the table. but soon enough, your two little brothers, mateo and ciro, grow impatient, and they leave the table to go play football. that's when they see.

"¿por qué pedri y vos están agarrados de la mano como papá y mamá?" (why are pedri and you holding hands like mom and dad do?) ciro asks, and mateo, who is normally the mischievous one, holds his hand against his mouth, like trying to keep the secret from spilling out his lips, even though it's too late.

antonela only grins, but since she already knew from before, she whips her head to see her husband's reaction. you do something similar, switching your focus to pedro, who instead has his face drained from color, blood clearly gone to his legs in case he needs to run for his life, kind of a fight-flight reaction. and even before thinking about it consciously, he knows he's not fighting lionel messi. no matter how much he loves you.

"¿por qué todos me miran a mí?" (why are you all looking at me?) your father frowns, and he genuinely looks dumbfounded. you don't want to say you're expecting him to lift from his chair and grab him by the neck, because he's not like that, and above all, he knows pedro is a good guy, but still, his reaction takes you by surprise. even more than his following words. "ya sabía!" (i already knew!).

now it's your turn to have the blood drained from your face, not having expected this answer from him. how did he know already? you were careful of not being pictured with him alone, deciding it was best to spend the day at your house, or at his, to avoid any pictures from leaking. you didn't even hang out outside if there weren't some of your mutual friends with you, to avoid suspicions. you knew pedri drawn attention, even more so now that he was a permanent feature in the starting eleven, but you two figured that it wouldn't exactly help that your last name was messi.

"¿qué significa que ya sabías?" (what does it mean that you already knew?)

he laughs, clearly amused with your reaction, and then begins to explain. "bueno, para empezar, no es como que gavi sea precisamente callado al hablar" (well, for starters, it's not like gavi's the most quiet guy to talk) he says, and pedri, by your side, laughs. gavi was one of the few that knew about you two -if not, the only one- and pedri curses him for being so careless. "que cabrón" (what an idiot) he mutters under his breath, and you turn to smile at him, which he reciprocates. "y después, vos, pedri" (and then, you, pedri) leo begins again, and it has your boyfriend's eyes diverting from you, once again. "no es como si no viera que cada vez que hacés un gol, apuntas al palco de mí familia" (it's not like i don't see that every time you score, you point at my family's box).

"¿y no te molesta?" (and you're not bothered?) you ask, but this time you're afraid of the answer. it's not like he can forbid you from dating pedro, or to date in the first place, but still, you care because it's your father. and it's his teammate.

"para nada. lo supe desde que te escapaste para jugar a la pelota con él" (not at all. i knew it since you ran away to play football with him) he says, and you try to hide your burning cheeks from everyone's eyes with your hands, but it's no use.

"sabía que te habías enamorado de mí ese día!" (knew you had fallen in love with me that day!) pedri quips, and you hit his arm jokingly, too embarrassed to admit that, yeah, little 9 years old y/n messi had fallen in love with pedro gonzalez at first sight.

[bagerfluff]

Take My Jacket (And My Heart)

Nico di Angelo x Male Half-Blood Reader

Prompt - "Take mine"

You and Nico stood at the stern of the Argo II.

Both of you along with Hazel volunteered to take night watch and it was a little boring. Though monsters attacked almost every night they decided not to attack this night. It was weird and calming. The sea looked majestic. The waves slowly went up and down though you were sure that Hazel didn’t appreciate that.

You also felt calm standing next to Nico. You were around the same age as him, only a few months older and you were friends with him when he first went to Camp Half-Blood. That’s why you were so scared when you heard he was captured and when Piper, Jason, and Percy had found him, half dead.

You had stuck close to him when he came back and Nico didn’t seem to mind. Well he never said he hated it so you took that as him being fine with it.

You cared about Nico, more than any friend should.

But you could tell anyone that. A war was about to happen. You had to focus on that. But you still liked nights like these. That’s why you volunteered to take the night watch. You knew that Nico almost always volunteered so you did so you could have some time together.

Though most people felt put off by Nico’s persistence, you liked it. It felt like home to you. You had also arrived at Camp Half-Blood a few months before Nico so you were feeling a bit homesick. But then you started talking to Nico and he helped with that. Then he left, and came back, and left again.

It was an endless cycle but you were happy that you were with him again. You looked over from the sea to Nico and saw him looking at the sea.

But one thing you noticed was that he didn’t have his aviator jacket on. You hadn’t noticed it before, maybe it was because it was dark or that you were running on two hours of sleep and a little too much coffee but you didn’t know.

Now that you noticed it you realized how weird Nico looked without. You had seen Nico without it when he was younger but now he was never without it. It made him look weird, different. But he still looked good to you. But after you noticed that Nico was also shivering.

It was pretty cold.

You had on a jacket but you could still feel the cold. Your nose getting runny, your eyes getting wet, and your hands getting colder. You looked over at Hazel and saw that she was bringing her hands to her mouth, probably to warm them up.

But you and her had a jacket on and you hadn’t even really noticed the cold. If you didn’t focus on it you didn’t even know it was there. But you were sure that Nico could feel it. He was rubbing his hands up and down his arms and he was doing the same thing Hazel was doing.

You knew Nico ran cold.

He always seemed to feel like a block of ice. You had grabbed his arm before and it felt like you had stuck your hand into water from the antarctica. But guess even the Ghost King got cold. You felt back for Nico and started to unzip your jacket. You took it off, almost immediately feeling colder but you didn’t mind.

You held it in one hand and held it closer to Nico. Tapping Nico on the shoulder to get his attention. “Here”, you said, punching the jacket closer to Nico.

“Take mine”.

You don’t why you said that. It didn’t really sound right but you said it. Nico looked at you before shaking his head. “I don’t need it”, you rolled your eyes.

Nico and his pride.

He really needed to accept help. You might need to talk to him about that. You walked closer to Nico and grabbed his arms. “I’m fine. Plus it’s morning in a few hours. I can go without a jacket for a few hours”, you spoke while putting your jacket on him.

Nico didn't say anything, just tensed when you touched him. Which kinda shocked you, Nico didn’t like it when people touched him, Leo had learned that the hard way.

Once you were done you turned Nico around and zipped up the jacket. You were slightly taller and bigger then Nico so it was big on him but it was cute. “You look cute in my jacket”, you said with a smile before turning to look back at the sea.

Not noticing the blush on Nico’s face. 

[goodlucktai]

Uhuuh if you don't mind for the injury promo maybe 12 with splinter/lou and his boys, pls?

dialogue prompts

12. “Where are they? Where are they?!”

this one got away from me :') rise/2012 crossover babyyyyyyy

x

Splinter’s counterpart reacted to the news of their sons’ abduction with a level of dramatics that he would never ascribe to his own self. 

“What?” the shorter rat (“Call me Lou,” he had said, and then proceeded not to explain why) squawked at the disheveled humans still trying to collect their breath at the entrance of the lair. “When did this happen? How did this happen? There were TEN of you!”

Casey and April both winced in face of the not-unwarranted scolding. The children had had perhaps too much confidence as they left together earlier that evening. Donatello’s computer had alerted him in the middle of dinner to a new lead on the gang whose activity they had been following for the past weeks. Raphael had smashed his fists together, a wicked grin on his face, and said they should strike while their forces were doubled and make those ‘goons’ regret robbing every pharmacy in Manhattan north of The Battery. 

“Tiny feral Raph is hilarious,” Lou’s Purple had said in a deadpan. “And also alarmingly down to commit atrocities. I want to ride with him.”

And now, not even two full hours later, their human companions returned to report a resounding failure. 

Casey, scowling at the floor, said, “They got the drop on us. The door sealed as soon as we were in and the room started filling up with gas.”

“They said they were chemists,” April added. She couldn’t lift her head enough to look Splinter in the eye, staring hard somewhere near his shoulder instead. “One of their colleagues was mutated about a year ago and they’ve been studying the mutagen ever since. I don’t know what they want with the boys, but they made it sound like the gas was made with the turtle’s physiology in mind. That it would outright kill me and Casey, but shouldn’t harm them.”

Lou was bristling, tail lashing. “‘Shouldn’t’ is the word they used?” he gritted out. 

“Yeah. It hit them hard in seconds. But Blue—uh, your Leo—” Casey said, with an uncomfortable sideways look at Lou, “—he managed to get one of his swords out and portaled me and April away. We waited for like five minutes to see if he’d get anyone else out, but…”

But no one came goes unsaid. 

Splinter tapped his walking stick on the floor once to recall their focus, warm affection filling his chest for these little Hamato adoptees who fell haphazardly into his clan. 

“Lou is correct,” he said. “It is unfortunate that your team was so quickly overwhelmed. We will discuss how to better handle situations like this another time.” 

Both humans stood a little taller when it became clear that that conversation would be tabled for the time being, and April finally found it within herself to meet Splinter’s eyes. 

“For now—” he started, only for Lou to cut him off with a sound not unlike a cat whose tail had just been stepped on.

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” the shorter rat snapped. “I don’t care if they lost within two minutes, let alone two hours. I only meant,” he went on, with a hard look at the teenagers, “that you should have called the instant you were in danger! Why on earth would you run all the way home like this without letting us know what had happened, putting yourselves at unnecessary risk? This organization could have had additional members waiting to pick you off when you were alone! You could have at least made time to send a text!”

Casey and April looked absolutely bewildered. Their respect for Splinter was so deeply ingrained by now that it carried over to this odd likeness of him but they did not seem to know what to do with this manner of reprimand. 

“Uh,” Casey said eloquently. “Splinter doesn’t have a phone.”

“There was the cheese phone,” April interjected. “Sorry, I mean, he had a landline. But the wiring got messed up awhile ago and Donnie never got around to fixing it.”

“You have seven children,” Lou seethed, narrowing his eyes at Splinter, “and you don’t see the importance of having a working phone?”

Splinter frowned. He was taken aback by the number seven, but more so by this hostility that seemed to have sprung up from nowhere. 

“We have gotten along just fine. Donatello’s inclination towards technology was not inherited from me.”

“There’s no time to continue this conversation, and if we do I am liable to start screaming profanities anyway. Jones, O’Neil, take me to my boys.” 

Lou was still bristling with anger, only now that Splinter was looking closer, he saw that the shorter rat was actually bristling. His fur was standing up as though with electric static. 

“If even one scale on their shells has been harmed,” he added darkly, to no one in particular, “there will be hell to pay.”

April led the way to the garage at a sprint, hopping up without breaking stride to grab the keys from their hook on the wall just inside the door. She tossed the keys to Casey and claimed the front passenger seat for herself, leaving the two fathers to pile into the back of the van. 

It wasn’t until she was still that Splinter noticed her fingertips were red and raw from where she had bitten the nails down to the quick. As Casey started the engine, her thumbnail found its way back between her teeth, blue eyes feverish with worry as she stared into the middle distance. 

She was very anxious, for all that she seemed determined to keep it to herself in present company. Her sideways glance at Casey made it clear that she wanted to share her thoughts with him; a flick of her eyes toward the rearview mirror decided her continued silence.

On the bench seat beside him, Splinter watched Lou take out his own phone. It was a thin flat device, held in a protective case that looked like it would probably survive an apocalypse. The caller ID on the screen was a picture of that behemoth snapping turtle in a fuzzy pink hoodie, squeezed cheek-to-cheek with his tiny spotted brother so they both fit into the frame. 

“Red, this is no time to screen my calls!” Lou said when the tinny automated voice encouraged him to leave a message. “Contact me at once or you are grounded for a month! No, two months!”

“They are probably in no position to answer,” Splinter pointed out, Lou’s restlessness leaving him feeling ill-at-ease. “I am sure they are fine. My sons have been in situations like this countless times.”

Lou pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yoshi, I’m going to level with you. I don’t know how to explain that it’s weird you have become desensitized to the news that your children are in danger. My Baby Blue once locked himself inside a prison dimension with an evil killing machine, and less than a year after that he almost cracked his foolish head open on that ridiculous half-pipe mimicking some superstar skater, and my soul left my body in exactly the same manner both times. That never changes. It has never gone away.”

It was disingenuous of Lou to presume that Splinter did not worry after his sons. Of course he did. They were his greatest pride and it was a privilege he did not deserve to have raised them. 

But they were not the clumsy toddlers they once were; at some point, the parent must let go of the bicycle and step back, or the child will never learn to ride it. 

Splinter could not say he had ever taken the time to consider what it might have been like to meet another version of himself—one who had lived a similar life but had made different choices. He almost did not recognize himself at all in the fussy, short-tempered mutant sitting beside him. 

Lou checked his phone no less than eleven more times during the twenty-minute drive. By the time Casey finally announced, “This is it,” Lou was out of the van before it had even begun to slow. 

“The two of you must remain here,” Splinter told the teenagers in the front firmly. He couldn’t help but think of Lou’s scolding from earlier, and added, “If there is any sign of danger, escape at once and go to the Mutanimals. They will help.”

“I texted the group chat earlier and they haven’t seen it yet,” Casey said, flicking through his phone to double-check. 

“We can’t just leave you,” April added with enough stubborn loyalty that she could have been Raphael’s twin sister. 

“You absolutely can leave us, or you will be grounded, too,” Lou interjected from over by the door, his voice taking on that sharp no-nonsense tone Splinter had last heard directed at Blue over breakfast to curb his relentless teasing of Donatello. 

‘It is just how he and Purple show affection to each other,’ Lou had explained to Donatello, whose shoulders had begun to creep up towards his ears the longer Blue carried on. ‘That does not make it any less irritating for the rest of us though!’

‘Skill issue,’ his twins said in unison. 

‘I will cram all three of you into the get-along shirt! Do not test me!’ Lou had snapped in that particular tone that caused his children to grumble and sulk but ultimately obediently subside. 

Similarly, April scowled but did not seem willing to argue any further. Splinter would have expected her to give a Miwa-worthy retort that she was too old to be grounded and not Splinter’s daughter to discipline besides, but she only jerked her chin in a barely passable nod and said nothing more. An equally unhappy but unargumentative Casey turned off the headlights and twirled the steering wheel, backing the van up and parking it by the access road.

Lou had already kicked the reinforced door down by the time Splinter joined him, and he barely had a moment to think My seventeen-year-olds are stealthier than that before he realized Lou had not come with stealth in mind.

He had the first unfortunate human within his line of sight pinned to the ground with a knife in seconds, barking, “Where are they? Where are they?”

The human, caught unawares, coughed at the unforgiving pressure on her windpipe, and managed to wheeze out, “Wh-who do you—”

“You are a scientist, and therefore I know you are not an idiot,” Lou hissed, much like the animal he had been mutated with. “Do not waste my time acting like one.” 

The woman scrabbled at his arms, for what little good it did. Her eyes, behind the clear visor of the gas mask, were wide with fear. To her credit, she steeled herself enough to cling to whatever mission she and her associates seemed to have rallied behind, saying, “So many incredible things could be—be accomplished—if we had a chance to study the mutagen more closely, if we had test subjects with human-like intelligence. It’s closer to magic than science, and we could do so much—”

“You would experiment on children? My children? Turn them into lab rats?” The last he said with a very personal sort of dark anger. The scientist coughed again, and her renewed struggles were a desperate, animalistic thing as she lost the last of her air beneath the unrelenting press of Lou’s hand. “Is that what you think you should be saying to me? Is that what you think will save you—an appeal to the greater good?”

Splinter dispatched the handful of people who streamed into the room in a series of swift strikes. They were unconscious before they hit the ground.

“Lou,” he said, “that is enough. We are here for our sons.”

He was not unsettled by the shorter rat’s capacity for violence. He knew himself better than that. But he did not understand Lou’s hair-trigger temper, his turtle-shaped blind spot. He couldn’t speak for the other’s students, but Splinter’s own were experienced, and tempered, and incredibly skilled. After everything they survived and accomplished together up until now, he found it hard to believe that an organization of regular humans could pose much of a threat to their well-being. 

From the way Lou was acting, it was as if he was any ordinary parent whose ordinary children had been taken in the night. 

Splinter shifted to intervene when the woman Lou had pinned continued to choke. Finally, Lou released her enough that she could heave in desperate breaths. 

“You would not actually kill her,” Splinter chided him, no fan of theatrics. 

“Someone has not been paying attention,” Lou replied shortly. “If my boys are hurt, I will burn this building down with everyone inside it. Honor can go hang itself.”

With that, he removed the woman’s gas mask and informed her that she would lead them to the turtles without making a scene, or she would bleed to death on the floor and they would find the turtles on their own. White-faced, she wisely settled for the first option. 

Leading them toward the back of the building, where rooms that were once offices had since been repurposed into labs and testing areas, the woman said hoarsely, “I didn’t know they were kids.”

Like clockwork, Lou’s fur bristled with offense. “They are wearing matching Sanrio hoodies. They speak in memes. I am sure at least one of them called you a boomer to your face.”

“No, I meant,” she said, touching her bruised throat briefly before dropping her hand, “I meant I didn’t know they were someone’s kids. I’m—I wouldn’t have—sorry. We were trying to do good. I’m sorry.”

“Hmph. I will consider forgiving you in roughly one hundred years as long as my turtles are completely fine. This door here?”

He kicked it down before she could move her head more than one half-inch in a nod. There was a flurry of excitement inside, and then Blue’s voice rang out, “Daddy!”

He sounded ecstatic to see his father, but not at all shocked. His words were a little slurred as he went on, “I told them you’d be here any minute. Our cousins over there wanted to stage a break-out, and I was like. Just nap. You know? Just take five. See, Miguel’s got the right idea.”

“Hush, silly turtle,” Lou said, his tone now a complete departure from how he had sounded for the last half hour. “Come here, let me look at you all. I need to be absolutely certain no one in this building deserves to die before we leave.”

Splinter joined him inside the room in time to take in the sight of the shorter rat attempting to hold all four of his much larger sons in his arms. Orange was deeply asleep in Red’s lap, his smaller stature probably contributing to the higher concentration of the drug in his system. The twins were upright at a forty-five degree angle, and Red himself seemed groggy but alert for the most part. They were smiling as they absorbed their father's fussy attention, leaning into his hands.

Comparatively, Splinter’s own sons were swaying where they sat. Michelangelo’s eyes were open, but his head was resting on Donatello’s shoulder, Donatello’s cheek propped on the crown of his little brother’s head. Raphael was wired, digging fingers into his thighs to keep himself awake, while Leonardo seemed to have been startled out of a meditation by the door crashing down. 

They all lurched with surprise to see Splinter standing there. Leonardo in particular gazed up at him with wide eyes, as if he didn’t know what to do now that the task of rescuing the seven others was no longer his responsibility. As if he had no experience with a burden being lifted away once he had decided it was his to carry. 

For the first time all night, Splinter faltered. 

On the other side of the room, Blue said, “I’m, uh, sorry. I wanted to get us out, but I didn’t have time for more than one door.” 

“Dum-dum,” Purple said succinctly. “O’Neil and Jones would be dead if they were still here.”

“Dee’s right for once, Leon,” Red rumbled, “you made the only call you could.”

“But I should have been able to save everyone, right?” Blue said. “I’m the leader.”

“You,” Lou said sternly, holding Blue’s face in both hands, “are seventeen.” 

That’s right, Splinter found himself thinking, looking down at his eldest son. The brilliant boy he taught to read, the one he taught to fold origami flowers for his mother and sister’s shrine, the one he had stopped holding one day without even realizing it. He is.