#turtle soup stories

[heartlilith]

WHAT THE VENUS SIGNS REMIND ME OF

🩷Oddly specific things I think about when I hear ______ venus

Aries Venus: Summer, rubies, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, rollercoasters, fast cars, the color red, vampire fangs, Saturday nights, liquor stores and gas stations, fireworks, sour candy, cool bic lighters, “you’re mine”, Mario Kart, boys who wear nail polish, fuck it energy, oversized sweatshirts, middle finger emoji, cherries

Taurus Venus: Satin pillowcases, white candles, pearls, mirrors, hand holding, walking someone home at night, vinyls, red lipstick, full lips, fancy dinner dates, the wine and dine, old romantic movies, wallets and purses, hotels, French manicures, old money, “I won’t get on my knees for no man”

Gemini Venus: Driving around at night listening to music, reading to someone, comedy shows, mimosas, Samantha from Sex and the City, libraries, nerd kink, hot teachers/student kink, emerald green, laughter, swing sets, looking out of the window and just watching, untied shoelaces, dogs and puppies, dad jokes

Cancer Venus: Soft feather pillows, a bowl of warm soup, a bubble bath, tears and running mascara, babies and how babies laugh, poetry, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be”, hot tubs, hot coffee, teddy bears, heartbeats, soft hands & skin, lotion, bagels and cream cheese, doodling in your journal

Leo Venus: Lip gloss, mojitos, getting drunk at brunch, diamond tennis bracelets, drunk texts you regret sending later, the block button, lonely nights, shooting stars, blowing bubbles, piggy back rides, art museums, glittery eyeshadow, jumparoos, birthday parties

Virgo Venus: Taking a shower, Dove soap, smooth skin, symmetry, butterflies, the smell of books, getting a facial or going to the spa, chicken caesar salads, the good tasting water, chunky headphones, acoustic guitar, running errands, getting your eyebrows done, neat handwriting, neutral colors, sushi

Libra Venus: Blush, dimples, Y2K fashion, Hello Kitty, makeup skills, those little hand mirrors, princes and princesses, cupcakes, pedicures, Margaritas, taking pictures, art, castles, Disney movies, daisies, spin the bottle, cartwheels, soft hair, bubblegum, skincare, watermelon and pineapple

Scorpio Venus: Psychology, neck tattoos, “until death do us part”, Kings & Queens, snakes, sacred sex, chess, secrets, hickeys, the feeling after you stay up all night, the feeling of being at a concert, roses, knives, tequila shots, legs intertwined, dirty martinis, sparklers, Avril Lavigne, fantasy books, true crime and dark history

Sagittarius Venus: Clouds, rock climbing, rappers, Hip Hop and R&B, going on vacation, açaí bowls and fresh fruit, sun kissed/radiant skin, the color yellow, retreats, history, yoga and Pilates, spicy food, “it is what it is”, curly hair, the smell of weed, casinos, the last day of school, Las Vegas

Capricorn Venus: Leather, red wine, the cow pattern, cowgirl boots, the color brown, espresso, dark chocolate, briefcase of money like in the movies, the movie Scarface, whiskey on the rocks, bosses, owls, turtle necks, caramel, wearing suits, lingerie, business, New York City

Aquarius Venus: Lightbulbs, telescopes and microscopes, LED lights, hamsters, college parties, glitter, peace signs, 70s concerts, food trucks, skipping school, “fuck it”, diving in the pool, the beach at night, disco balls, getting detentions in school

Pisces Venus: Mermaids, kittens, cartoons and Disney princesses, champagne, Webkinz, little kid stories like Goldilocks, 3 Little Pigs, Hansel and Gretel, clear glittery lip gloss, holographic, snowmen and icicles, swimming in the pool, flower gardens, glow sticks , picnics, bumblebees, sand castles, elementary art class, 3D movies

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Masterlist 🩷

[dirtyriver]

Turtle Soup #1, September 1987, cover by Stephen Bissette (pencils), Peter Laird (inks), and Kevin Eastman (colors)

Turtle Soup was an anthology where Peter Laird and Kevin Eastman invited various creators to give their take on the Turtles, whether in a pin-up or a short story.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Ahoy!Hoy! How are you today, Ms Raven? I hope you're well and all is well.

Out of curiosity, Which of the twst boys have their unique magic and what/ how do their unique magic work?

The UM names, chants, effects, and restrictions we know of so far are below the cut. Please note: JP uses the term “unique magic” and EN uses the term “signature spell”; I will be using the abbreviation “UM” throughout this post to refer to it. Note that some incantations are taken directly from the official localization; others come from fan translations that I happen to like or prefer over the official ones, which I will indicate with "***".

Please also know that we don’t know the same amount of information about each UM nor their effects or limitations. I’ve done my best to compile what information we do know for certain though. I’ll update this post as more information comes out!!

***Beware of spoilers, as this post has information from TWST JP!!***

Riddle

"Off With Your Head" collars a target and seals their magic away, preventing them from spellcasting.

The collar cannot be removed by any means unless Riddle himself chooses to do so.

“Are you ready for your sentence? The verdict comes afterwards. Any last words? Off With Your Head!” (TWST EN official localization)

First use of UM: prologue-3 of the main story

First instance of incantation: Episode of Heartslabyul manga chapter 1

Trey

In JP, Trey’s UM is called “Doodle Suit”. In EN, it’s called “Paint the Roses”, which likely derives from how the UM is written literally as “(Let’s) Paint the Roses”.

His UM allows Trey to temporarily override or “paint over” a targeted aspect of something or someone else, usually the senses. For example, he can rewrite taste as well as rewrite “other people’s magic” as “his magic”.

***"White to red, and red to white. Paint the Roses/Doodle Suit!”*** (by Mystery Shop TLs)

First use of UM: 1-14 of the main story

First instance of incantation: Twisted Wonderland Novelization Volume 1

Cater

Cater’s UM is “Split Card”, which allows him to create clones of himself. The clones can act independently, but the more clones Cater creates at once, the more strain is placed on him.

In the manga, the clones are shown to revert to playing cards when they’re no longer needed or damaged.

“I am he and we are they. Split Card!” (TWST Episode of Heartslabyul manga official localization)

"I’m him and he’s them! Split Card!!” (TWST EN official localization)

***"I am he, and he is me. Split Card!"*** (by the Turtle Soup Scans team)

First use of UM: prologue-3 of the main story

First instance of incantation: Episode of Heartslabyul manga chapter 7 and/or P.E. Uniform vignette

Ace

No information available yet other than we know he’s shocked that Deuce manifested his UM before he did.

Deuce

His UM first manifests in book 5; in JP, it goes by the name “Bet the Limit”, whereas in EN, it’s “Double Down”, both of which are betting terms.

Bet the Limit allows the caster, Deuce, to send back all the damage he has taken at double the power.

"It's payback time! Get a load of this! Bet the Limit/Double Down!" (TWST EN official localization)

***“I’ll make you pay for that! Grit your teeth and take it! Bet the Limit!”*** (by Mystery Shop TLs; some creative liberties taken)

When Azul uses Deuce's UM in Glorious Masquerade, the chant is: "... It's time to pay up! You're in for a world of hurt! Double Down!" (TWST EN official localization)

First use of UM: 5-45 of the main story

First instance of incantation: 5-64 of the main story

Leona

“King’s Roar” turns anything Leona commands into sand. It also seems to induce a dry environment. The UM is called “The King’s Roar” in EN.

According to in-game dialogue, anything Leona touches after casting King's Roar turns to sand. Due to the limitations of the visual novel style of the game, it's unclear whether or not Leona's spell requires physically touching something. If we reference other official materials (such as the animated trailer) it doesn't look to be a hard requirement.

He can control the sand he creates.

Leona's UM has the capability to kill (since it has an effect on even living beings); this terrible power is part of the reason why he was gossiped about and feared by the palace servants (seen in his post-OB flashback).

"I am the one who hungers. I am the one who thirsts. I am the one that robs you of your future. Kneel before me! King’s Roar!" (TWST EN official localization)

***“I am your hunger. I am your thirst. I am what steals the light of your tomorrows. Kneel before me! King’s Roar!”*** (by twstarchives!)

First use of UM: 2-25 of the main story

First instance of incantation: Leona Dorm Uniform vignettes (part 3)

Ruggie

“Laugh with Me” lets Ruggie control the movements of other people by forcing them to copy his own body.

The more people he's controlling, the more difficult it is for him. (It's possible to take magic-enhancing potions to increase the number of people he can control at once, seemingly without negative detriment.)

***"Both kings and hyenas are my friends! Laugh with Me!"*** (by MysteryShopTLs!)

First use of UM: 2-2 of the main story

First instance of incantation: Episode of Savanaclaw manga volume 2 (I think chapter 7)

Jack

"Unleash Beast" gives Jack the power to turn into a large, powerful wolf form without the help of a transformation potion or other outside means. In EN, it has become "Unleash the Beast" to comply with English grammatical rules.

In his wolf form, Jack has heightened strength, speed, etc.

Jack had to train himself to be able to stay in his wolf form for long periods of time.

First use of UM: 2-25 of the main story

First instance of incantation: TBD

Azul

"It's a Deal" grants Azul the ability to confiscate an agreed-upon ability or spell of his client; Azul is then able to use these abilities or spells for himself.

If the client is not able to fulfill their end of the contract or breaches its terms, the client is forced to comply with Azul's every command (via the anemone they'd sprout on their head).

The agreement is valid as long as the golden contract which seals the agreement is left intact; however, the contracts are fragile like real paper. For this reason, Azul electrifies them with magic in order to create the false impression that the contracts are indestructible.

Azul is also able to take abilities without consent or without a contract. This method causes much more rapid blot accumulation, as normally the contracts help limit this.

He indicates that he "worked on" his UM, whatever the heck that means. It implies he trained or practiced using it to get better st it or to better understand its limits.

"The song ceases, the sun sets. I extend my benevolent hand to you poor, unfortunate souls. Now, to business! It's a Deal!" (TWST EN official localization)

***"The song ends, the sun sets. Extend mercy upon these poor, unfortunate souls. Now, sign the contract! It’s a Deal!"*** (by Mystery Shop TLs; some creative liberties taken)

First use of UM: book 3 of the main story, but he's been using it long before NRC

First instance of incantation: 5-5 of Glorious Masquerade

Jade

“Shock the Heart” forces a target to speak only the truth. It requires the target to look into Jade’s left eye in order to work.

This UM can only be used once per person and fails if casted on someone who is very alert, cautious, or are already aware of its effect. This is why Jade intentionally keeps his UM secret.

Shock the Heart is not all-powerful or absolute; in cases of strong loyalty, a target may not divulge the truths Jade wants to hear. For example, Kalim, who was very easy to initially trick, trusts Jamil so deeply that he resists Jade’s demands to tell him who in Scarabia has a mind-controlling UM.

"Don’t be afraid. I want to help you. Shock the Heart." (TWST EN official localization)

First use of UM: 3-1 of the main story

First instance of incantation: 4-25 of the main story

Floyd

“Bind the Heart” allows Floyd to redirect magical attacks, thereby rendering him unaffected by them.

His UM is highly dependent on his mood; if Floyd isn’t feeling up to it, then the spell won’t work.

***“It was just gettin’ good, but what if I butt in?”*** (by MysteryShopTLs!)

First use of UM: 3-18 of the main story

First instance of incantation: 7-187 of the main story

Kalim

“Oasis Maker” summons a large amount of (fresh, not salt) water in exchange for only a (relatively) small amount of magical power.

Any additional effects of the water (if any) are not specifically stated; other characters just remark that the water is tasty and at a nice temperature.

Kalim says he doesn’t think his UM is all that useful, especially since the development of waterways in his home country has made it much easier to access potable water.

"Respite in the scalding sands, a neverending party. Dance! Sing! Oasis Maker!" (TWST EN official localization)

First use of UM: 4-14 of the main story

First instance of incantation: 4-14 of the main story

Jamil

His UM is known as “Snake Whisper” in JP and “Snake Charmer” in English (which is likely taken from the way “Snake Whisper” is literally written as “Snake Charmer” in the original JP).

This spell lets Jamil hypnotize people and make them follow his commands. His targets must make eye contact for him in order for Snake Whisper to work.

The more a target resists Jamil’s UM, the more target will hurt until they finally succumb to the spell.

Long-term use and/or controlling multiple people at once can cause more rapid blot accumulation.

Mind control or manipulation magic like Jamil’s is harder to master.

"The one you behold is your master. When I ask you a question, you will answer. When I give you a command, you will assent. Snake Whisper." (TWST EN official localization)

***"The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer when I ask. Bow when I command. Snake Whisper."*** (by Mystery Shop TLs)

First use of UM: book 4-6 of the main story, but Jamil has been mind-controlling Kalim before this instance

First instance of incantation: 4-30 of the main story

Vil

"Fairest One of All" lets Vil curse any item he touches and to set the conditions to break that curse. These conditions are immovable and, once set, not even Vil can lift the curse.

"I lose naught and fear naught. This shining crown was made for me. Fairest One of All." (Note: Vil denotes the conditions for the curse after the chant.) (TWST EN official localization)

First use of UM: 5-32 of the main story

First instance of incantation: 6-55 of the main story

Rook

In EN, Rook's UM is "Arrow Afar". The original name for JP is "I See You". This is a small, slight (and therefore hard to notice or gauge as dangerous) spell that is cast upon targets. He can then pinpoint their exact location, regardless of distance.

If the tagged item or person has entered a zone which blocks off magic, then Rook cannot track their location.

"Come, see if you can flee from me. I See You/Arrow Afar." (TWST EN official localization)

First use of UM: 6-25 of the main story (for tracking); the tagging is actually done earlier in the book

First instance of incantation: 6-25 of the main story

Epel

In JP, Epel's UM is "Sleep Kiss". In EN, it was changed to "Crimson Slumber". This lets Epel conjure enchanted glass coffins to contain people. Once inside, his targets fall into a deep sleep. Epel describes his spell as being able to “stop the activity” of people inside the coffin.

The coffins can be used as powerful barriers to protect others. It may also help in delaying or slowing the effects of a curse if a vicim is placed inside one of Epel’s coffin.

Epel manifests his UM in book 6; Rook helps guide him in using it.

"Your eyes will close, your breath will still. Sleep Kiss/Crimson Slumber." (TWST EN official localization)

First use of UM: 6-58 of the main story

First instance of incantation: 6-58 of the main story

Idia

"Gate to Underworld" allows Idia to open and close the gateway to the "Underworld"/Tartarus which is house in STYX HQ. It is written in EN as "Gate to the Underworld". The Underworld holds many dangerous Phantoms which the facility researches.

It is implied that Idia’s UM is hereditary to the Shroud family.

"Game, set, match. Gate to (the) Underworld." (TWST EN official localization)

First use of UM: 6-68 of the main story, though technically Idia may have used it in 6-54 to let OG!Ortho out of Tartarus (we don’t get to see it explicitly being used).

First instance of incantation: 6-68 of the main story

Ortho

No information available yet; Ortho has stated that he cannot use magic, so it’s unlikely that he can have a UM at all.

UPDATE: Ortho confirms in book 7 he does not have a UM and cannot develop one. However, what makes him "unique" is his robotic nature; he is able to transfer his consciousness to new vessels.

Malleus

“Fae of Maleficence” summons thorns which causes all living beings in its area of effect to fall into a deep slumber. (Ortho speculates that people, if left in this state, will have their bodies deteriorate.) In EN, the name was changed to “Fae Maleficence”.

Malleus's UM also creates thorns which allow him absolute control of whatever is contained inside of the space the thorns preoccupy. This includes stopping time within the area. Previously, Malleus was also seen stopping time in the event Endless Halloween Night. However, it's not known whether this occurred because of his UM or not.

It is possible for Malleus to manipulate the sleepers’ dreams and to glimpse into them.

The dreams can run by themselves, pulling reference information from each individual dreamer's memories and desires. If the dreamer tries to wake up, the dream will do everything in its power to keep the dreamer asleep.

It may be difficult for Malleus to enter one’s dream if the dream takes place in a period where he does not exist (such as not yet being born out of his egg) or if he does not understand certain concepts (like technology). This is because magic requires imagination, and it is hard for Malleus to imagine particular scenarios.

"Spinning wheel of fate, spin the threads of calamity. I, the Lord of Malevolence, offer this blessing. Fae Maleficence." (TWST EN official localization)

***“Spin the thread of disaster on the spinning wheel of Fate. For I, the Ruler of the Abyss, shall bestow it (a blessing) upon you. Fae of Maleficence.”*** (by Mystery Shop TLs; creative liberties taken)

First use of UM: 7-37 of the main story

First instance of incantation: 7-37 of the main story

Lilia

"Far Cry Cradle" allows Lilia to view the memories associated with an object by touching it.

"As fast as the days pass by, take me there in the blink of an eye. Far Cry Cradle." (TWST EN official localization)

***"As if it were a day. Everywhere I go, it will be in a blink of an eye. Far Cry Cradle."*** (by Yaoyaobae)

First use of UM: 7-81 of the main story

First instance of incantation: 7-81 of the main story

Silver

Bear with me, Silver's UM has like a million and one parts to it...

"Meet in a Dream" essentially allows Silver to hop between peoples’ dream worlds. It can only be used when he himself is asleep and when he is aware he is dreaming.

Silver does not experience narcolepsy while he is within a dream.

“Dreamways” are transitional places between dreams. These dreamways look like a softly colored sky with birds flying through them.

Silver cannot control whose dream he goes to, although he has noted that it tends to be people whom he has a strong bond with, such as Lilia or Sebek. It's not clear how he is able to walk in Mickey's dream, as Silver doesn't seem to be familiar with him.

The dreamer is indicated by a shining white bird that flies around them. Silver must stay close to the dreamer or else he will risk falling deeper into sleep.

He can only leave the dream when the dreamer wakes up (thus dissolving the dream world) or if he uses his UM to hop into another dream.

The dreamer can be woken by a large shock, whether physical or emotional.

Silver says his UM does not take a lot of magical energy to use.

"Those I've met and will someday... Meet in a Dream." (TWST EN official localization)

***"To the one I’ve met before, to the one I’ve yet to meet. Meet in a Dream."*** (by Mystery Shop TLs)

First use of UM: 7-43 of the main story

First instance of incantation: 7-43 of the main story

Sebek

"Living Bolt" turns Sebek’s entire body into lightning. He can use that magic to attack and to travel very quickly.

However, the spell will damage his body with use.

Sebek reports developing this UM when Silver enrolled at NRC and when Sebek was training by himself. He wanted to be able to rush to Malleus’s side at a moment’s notice

Sebek says this is the first time he's using his UM and that he hasn't fully mastered it yet. He had not intended to use it until he has mastered it.

"Lightning, pierce the stormy skies! Living Bolt!" (TWST EN official localization)

***"Thrust through the clouds, o' lightning! Living Bolt!"*** (by curekibouka!)

First use of UM: 7-84 of the main story

First instance of incantation: 7-84 of the main story

Che’nya

Che’nya’s UM allows him to turn himself (whether in whole or in parts) invisible.

We don’t yet know the name of the UM or the incantation for it.

Che’nya appears to mainly utilize his UM to sneak onto NRC campus and to steal food.

First use of UM: 1-18 of the main story

First instance of incantation: TBD

Rollo

“Dark Fire” envelops Rollo’s entire body in fire. He can manipulate this fire as he likes, and the flames grow more powerful the more negative feelings there are present.

"Crimson lotus flames, burn my body and guide me. Darkfire!" (TWST EN official localization)

***“O, crimson lotus flower… Scorch my soul and guide me. Dark Fire!”*** (by Mystery Shop TLs)

First use of UM: 5-5 of Glorious Masquerade

First instance of incantation: 5-5 of Glorious Masquerade

Fellow

“Life is Fun” makes a target more optimistic and happy. They are then more susceptible to being manipulated by Fellow.

This UM is notable as the only one so far with an incantation spoken in English instead of in Japanese.

The spell has no effect on people who are already very optimistic like Kalim. It also doesn’t work if Fellow tries convincing the target to do something they would never considering doing “from the bottom of their heart”.

The spell doesn’t work on heavily guarded people or people that recently underwent a traumatic event.

Life is Fun doesn’t cost a lot of magic, so it is difficult to detect. It can be used multiple times, the effect “stacking” without risk of Overblot.

***”Come on to the theatre! Life is Fun!”*** (by curekibouka!)

First use of UM: 5-6 of Stage in Playful Land, but technically we’ve been seeing him cast it as early as chapter 1 of the event

First instance of incantation: 5-6 of Stage in Playful Land

Skully

"Scary Night" allows Skully to turn targets (whether objects or people) into pumpkins.

He is still developing his UM, so he cannot use it often. This is something Skully is a little embarrassed about; he still needs to work on it, especially since appearance-changing magic is hard to master.

While pumpkin’d, the targets can still speak but cannot move or use magic.

He can turn people back to normal by releasing the spell, or whenever he runs out of energy to maintain the spell.

Leona suggests that Skully’s magic may not work on a mage with a lot of mana.

***”Light the Lanterns! Scary Night!”*** (by Mostro Lounge VIP!)

First use of UM: 3-4 of Lost in the Book with Nightmare Before Christmas

First instance of incantation: 3-4 of Lost in the Book with Nightmare Before Christmas

[depressedhatakekakashi]

It has been decided. I want to do a december event around ficlets. Just short fics around 500-2000 words each, and all of them in some sort of Au.

But i want to make it fun, so.

Above is a list of prompts (i will list them out below the cut as well in case they’re difficult to read). Choose one prompt, an au among my selected au’s i will write for this round, and a pairing (romantic or plstonic) or even just a single character to focus on

And i will write you a fic :)

Rules

No incest, student/teacher or adult/minor content

Everything will be SFW because i feel like it this time.

Characters i will not write for are: Orochimaru, Madara, Tobirama, Hashirama, Kiba. This is largely because i’m jot confident writing for them as i am not a fan of them.

As prompts are claimed i will cross them out, so please pay attention to the list below

Prompts

Gloves

Moonlight

Blanket

Soup

Sushi

Fireplace

Candle

Comfort

Pug

Hills

Star

Hot Chocolate

Mud puddle

Afternoon

Borrow

Scarf

Hard cover

First snow

Date

Child

Music

Fairy tales

Ramen

Cold

Dog

Hot spring

Sick

Turtle

Ice

Gift

Tea

Au’s i will write

Royalty au

Samurai Kakashi au

Pokemon au

College professors au

Story of seasons au

Rogue au

God of storms au

Sushi chef Kakashi au

Iwa Gai au

Boxer Kakashi au

Amnesia au

Bookshop worker Gai au

Fantasy au

Musician au

Restaurant au

Coffe shop au

[astral--horrorshow]

Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

《Directory》

Chapter 5: Shakedowns and Tranq-Downs

Characters: Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey

A/N: Sorry for being late! I had a very busy week, so I was very tired and didn't have much energy to write. I kept S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. with his new design, but his old voice, and a slight bias towards Donnie.

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping, drugging, mentions of roofies, non-serious hand injuries, toxic relationships, manipulation, condecension, you watch a movie with violence but nothing graphic

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Chapter Summary: You are not enjoying watching Lou Jitsu: Teriyaki Shakedown, but you don't really catch a lucky break when it has to be paused.

Word Count: 1926

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"Where's our free grub, noodle man?" One of the actors on the screen said, glaring at the pompadoured head that was turning to look at him sideways.

"Okay, ha, how 'bout some... hot soup?" Lou Jitsu said, grabbing the on-screen mobsters and tossing them in the aforementioned bowls of hot soup, making noodles and broth fly all around the shop.

You were distracted from the movie by something poking the edge of your mouth. You looked to to it with your eyes, and it was revealed to be a spoon with ice cream on it. At least, it used to be icey. Seven hours into the Lou Jitsu marathon the brothers had dragged you to watch when they found out you had only seen one of his many, many movies, and you were barley hanging on, but the ice cream had given much sooner, melting into sugary milk soup hours earlier.

Not that Mikey noticed, because he continued to mindlessly feed you spoonfuls. You didn't mind too much that it was melted, because you were going to need whatever form of sugar you could get to make it through the rest of Teriyaki Shakedown.

You opened your mouth, eating the soupy dessert while Leo tightened his arms around your shoulders. At the start of the marathon, Leo had snatched you and settled you down you on his lap while he sat criss-cross on the chair in the middle of the projector room. This earned him dirty looks from his brothers, but he didn't seem bothered at all. They had attempted to steal you from him a few times, but Leo was persistent. He wouldn't let go of you or entertain his brother's complaints, demands, or arguments.

After another thirty minutes of watching Lou Jitsu beat up bad guys, Donnie's phone buzzed. He almost lazily held it up to his face, but his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates upon seeing whatever text he had received. He immediately jumped up, grabbed the remote, and switched off the movie, earning complaints and shouts from his brothers, but secretly earned your gratitude. You weren't sure that you could take much more of Mr. Jitsu.

"What gives, Donnie?!" Leo snapped, pulling your back closer to his chest and leaning forwards, glaring at his purple-clad twin. Donnie held up a hand at his angry brothers, "Bad news, April texted, and she's going to be over in 5 minutes," he said this with a hint of panic in his usual voice, and his brothers immediately panicked and yelled and dashed around the projector room, tidying things up. "Who's April?" You asked from the chair, now sitting alone on it after Leo had dashed from it. The turtles stopped in their tracks and went quiet at your question for a moment, before Leo answered, "Nobody, hermanito!" He nervously laughed, and the brothers resumed their living-room clean up.

You watched them throw things back into place, so focused that you didn't notice Donnie sneaking up behind you, a syringe in the claws of one of his metal arms. He plunged it into your neck, which made wooziness overtake you. You fell off the chair because you couldn't hold yourself upright, but Donnie's metal arms caught you before you could faceplant on the floor. He held you up as he carried you away, all of your senses fading as whatever drug he had injected into you took hold.

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April O'Neil strolled into the projector room as she had done many times in the past to see three of the the Hamato brothers looking like somebody had yelled "Act natural!" five seconds before she had walked in. Leo was "reading" his favorite Jupiter Jim comic book in Splinter's chair, his eyes unblinking. Mikey and Raph were both hunched over at the table behind the chair, playing chess.

That was when April knew something was up. Those two played chess once and then swore to never touch it again. Raph couldn't remember all the rules and got super frustrated, and Mikey was of the opinion that the game was mind-numbingly boring. "What's up?" April asked, her hand on her hip and her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Mikey snapped his head in her direction, feigning casual surprise, "April! We-did-not-hear-you-come-in!" He said, his words and the way he said feeling scripted, like a laser tag or escape room employee. "Yuh-huh, yeah. What's goin' on? You never play chess!"

The three turtles were now all sweating, beads of it falling down their faces at a rapid pace. Raph held up a finger and opened his mouth, but no words came out.

A wave of relief washed over the brothers when Donnie walked back into the room, casual as ever. "Hello, April," He said, stopping to greet his friend. "Hi there, Donnie," She answered back, turning her attention to the semi-scientist, "Your brothers are acting real-" "Weird? Yeah, they do that a lot. Haven't you noticed by now?" April looked like she wanted to say something more, but kept her mouth shut. She would investigate this later.

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You opened your eyes, your vision blurry. Outlines in your view bounced around like a windows screensaver, the pounding in your head doing nothing to help your vision. You opened your mouth in a silent groan. You had only been trapped in the Lair, as the turtles called it, for a few days, but aside from when they knocked you out to bring you there, this hadn't been the first time Donnie had done this. He claimed he was a genius, so couldn't he make a tranquilizer that didn't make you feel like what adults described having a hangover was like?

You leaned your head back on the desk chair you were sitting on and waited for the headache to wain, and wondered if people were looking for you. Maybe, maybe not. The police probably weren't. People leigons more important than you were going missing, and other crimes were being committed, too. The NYC police force would spare a glance to a random missing teenager when Hell froze over, world peace was achieved, and no packs of gum had been stolen from any pharmacies.

Despite all of your thinking, your headache became manageable in the time of your reflection. You cautiously stood up from the chair and walked a few steps, and when your brain failed to feel like it had a bullet in it, you began to trek around in the unfamiliar part of the lair.

It appeared to be some sort of laboratory, which along with the purple theme, immediately informed you it was Donnie's turf. It was dark, the only source of light being an indigo beam from high up on the ceiling, which you didn't bother to walk to the fancy table in the middle of the room to look up at. You wandered behind the desk you had woken up at, eyes adjusting to the near-darkness, when you had tripped over something large and heavy. Your hands had shot out in front of you to stop you from face-planting onto the tile.

As soon as pain burst across your palms, a door to your far right that you didn't know was there opened, the light from that crept through the doorway and between whoever had opened the door shining in your eyes and practically blinding you.

"What happened?!" The voice, which revealed itself to be Donnie's, sounded shocked with a hint of annoyance seeping in, "You weren't supposed to get up!" He switched on the lights, blinding you further, and rushed over to you. His metal robot arms scooped you up from under your armpits, like how one might hold a cat, and plopped you down on the table in the center of the room.

He turned your hands over to inspect your palms for any visible injuries with a furrowed brow. When he concluded that your palms were only reddened, he relaxed the slightest bit. “I have to get bandages for your hands. Stay here.” He walked off and through another door that presumably led to another part of the lab. You watched his battleshell disappear around the corner, lowering your head and sulking.

“Greetings.”

Your head snapped up to find a purple, aviatic robot flying about a foot from your head. You gasped as your eyes widened, staring in surprise and curiosity. “My apologies, it was not my intention to frighten you. I merely desire to introduce myself. I am S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., I was created by your brother, Donatello, as an assistant to him and your other brothers, and your father, as well.” You didn’t bother to tell S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. that they weren’t your brothers, and that their father wasn’t yours. You had already tried it with the turtles, and they would either shut you down completely or act like you didn’t say anything at all.

“Oh, okay. Donnie made you?”

“Yes, that is correct. He is quite the genius.”

“Okay.”

“Ah, I see you’ve acquainted yourself with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. in my absence.”

You and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. both glanced over to see Donatello in the doorway, first-aid kit in hand. He strolled over to the two of you, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. moving to the side so Donnie could patch you up. He set the first-aid kit down on the messy table beside you, opening it and pulling out a balm of some kind and a single glove made out of plastic, akin to one a doctor would wear. Donnie pulled it on his hand, the other two fingers left dangling as there was no use for them. He dipped two of his fingers in the balm, using his other hand to hold one of your palms up at time as he spread the balm over them. You had to admit, it was soothing.

"Donnie?"

"Hm?" He didn't look up at your face, busying himself with wrapping your palms with bandages.

"Why do you have to use that roofie thing every time you wanna take me somewhere? You could just ask me."

He let out a sigh of annoyance, "It is not a 'roofie'. Roofie's are used by degenerates with malicious intentions. I merely subdue you because you are adjusting to life here and you cannot handle overwhelming visual stimuli that will come with seeing too much of the lair at the moment." He said, as if every Lou Jitsu movie wasn't "overwhelming visual stimuli".

You hung your head again, pouting at his dissmissive answer. He noticed this and furrowed his brow again, lifting your chin with a single finger to make you look at him, "I am doing this for your own benefit. I'm only doing what's best for you." You nodded to get him to stop talking, feeling a ramble was coming on. Normally, you didn't mind rambling in the slightest, but his opinions on your competence in taking care of yourself often left you with hurt feelings and tears in your eyes.

Donnie's phone buzzed, and he opened it to find much more pleasent news for him. "April has gone home. It's time to finish Teriyaki Shakedown, don't you think?" He said, it obviously not being a question despite it's phrasing. "Don't worry, I won't let Leo hog you again." You merely nodded. Maybe after the movie, you would finally get to go to sleep or eat some real food.

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A/N: Be careful, April!

Taglist <3: @yanteetle @yandere-toons @averagerottmntsimp @whyiseveryonesodamnfinetho @writelikenobody @takottai

[mermmarie]

BAYVERSE BOYS - CARING FOR YOU WHEN SICK 🐢🧡❤️💙💜

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Authors Note: I’m sick, so how about some headcanons about the (Bay) boys taking care of you when you’re not feeling well? 😘

No warnings. Rated E for everyone??

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OVERALL: (General headcanons that apply to all the turtles) 

Due to the boys genetic engineering, they wouldn’t be susceptible to most human illnesses (if any at all.) So, you wouldn’t have to worry about quarantining away from your mutant boyfriend.

One of my personal favorite headcanons for the Bay Boys (thanks to @dontlookatmytmntcollection) is that they run hot. Their warmth would be comforting and somewhat medicinal (depending on the type of aliment you have.) 

Looots of face kisses. Even though they can’t contract your illness, it doesn’t mean they’re down to play tonsil hockey while snot’s dripping from your nose to lips and you’re trying to hack up your lungs every minute. So, you settle with kisses on your cheeks, forehead and ears.

“Babe, I can’t come down to the sewers, I’m sick.” “... Aight. I’m coming to you then.” NOTHING, would stop these boys from coming to your aid when you’re not feeling well. I mean, it is their responsibility to take care of the citizens of New York. They’re definitely not using your illness as an excuse to get out the lair and cuddle with you till sunrise. 

MICHELANGELO

Mikey doesn’t like being contained to one spot or activity for too long, so he wants you to recover quickly which means: staying hydrated!! He’ll make sure you’re sipping water every quarter hour, and you’ll have consumed at least three liters worth of fluid each day you’re sick.

However, you being sick does make for a great excuse to stay in bed and play video games. He’s definitely busting out the handhelds, or he’s bringing in a bigger console for you two to start an action-adventure story game together!

If he’s not with you, he’s blowing up your phone with jokes, memes, and funny videos to make up for his absence. After all, laughter is the best medicine, right?

Makes you ‘Get well soon’ cards, and leaves them strewn about your place for you to find when he’s away. If you don’t already have a vase for flowers, he’s bought you one and filled it with your favorite kind. (If it’s allergies that’s got you down, he’ll make sure to get fake flowers because you still deserve them! Just ones that won’t kill you! Lol!)   

RAPHAEL

Surprisingly, Raph is the only one out of his brothers who’d be fine with staying in bed with you all day. He hates it when you’re feeling bad, and just wants you to get well soon. So, if that means resting up and getting some good sleep then so be it. The man’s natural heat helps relieve sinus pressure and soothes you to sleep, so you’re grateful for his presence. (Even if he takes up most of the bed.)

The others don’t know this, but Raph is really good at mani-pedis. He’ll trim, file, and shape your nails, as well as pushing back and clipping your cuticles to remove any dead skin. Color is up to you, which he also does surprisingly well for how large his digits are.

Sews you a shawl every time you’re sick. Which hopefully, is not too often, but even so– Raph’s a pro at it, so it doesn’t take him long to whip something up. It’s unbelievably soft and retains heat like it’s him draping his arms over your shoulders instead of the cotton fabric.

He knows how important it is to maintain nutrients and keep your energy up when sick. To save you a mess of dishes and utensils, he puts together dump-n-go meals in a slow cooker! It ranges from soups, to stews, to pastas, and oatmeal. They’re all very tasty and there’s a good amount of leftovers for the next day!

LEONARDO

Remember how I mentioned that Leo would be good at massages? Well, you’d be getting a lot of facials when sick. He’s working on your sinuses to release pressure and unblock your nasal passages. He makes sure to do this before you lie down for bed, that way you’ll sleep easier. 

Cleans your whole damn room/house. A clean space makes for a clean mind; not to mention sanitization helps with a quicker recovery period. And since there’s not much else for the two of you to do when you’re down and out, he might as well tidy up. It’s nice to not have any cleaning to do once you’ve recovered.

Depending on the severity of your sickness, Leo will suggest a workout. Nothing too strenuous!! Just something light, like yoga or walking to get you active. You’ve most likely been stationary for most of your illness and your body could use stretching. (I personally should probably apply this practice to real life, hahaha…)

This may come as a surprise, but you watch a lot of trash TV together when you’re sick. Leo is one of those guys who thinks he has no interest and is above that kind of content, but snaps his head to attention when some drama goes down. And nothing makes you feel better than watching someone else’s crummy life play out on the big screen.  

DONATELLO

Has immediately placed a ‘clean bill of health’ order on a delivery app, and sent it to your residence. The order consists of: over the counter meds, neti pots, electrolyte-infused drinks, multiple humidifiers (if you don’t already have one), and a boat load of tissues. You think it’s too much tissue until you’ve gone through multiple boxes in just one day…

Like his orange-clad brother, he would propose playing some video games if you’re feeling up for it. Although, unlike Mikey, he’d suggest you play something competitive or involving horror. It’s to get your heart pumping and blood flowing. Of course, he’s creative in his remedies!

He draws up perfectly temperature baths for you with essential oils to ease your congestion and Epsom salt to relieve your muscle aches. He also throws in some bath bubbles cause it isn’t only about feeling better! He wants you to relax and have some fun too!

If you got homework that needs done, housework that requires fixing, or bills to be paid, Donnie’s got you covered. The last thing you need to do while recovering is stress over tasks that he can easily take care of while you’re sick. (Not to mention, he takes much pride in being your go-to man.) 

[snickerdoodlles]

📒📓📔📕???? Pretty please :3

❤❤!

sometimes @majestictortoise and i toss around story ideas that are less plot and more of us just chucking our favorite things in the communal soup pot and letting them stew. case in point:

Kim and Porsche meet first AU! 🥳

Porsche rescues Kim from mafia thugs

why does Kim need rescuing? unimportant! what matters is Porsche sees a nong in need and rushes to his rescue. Kinn-shaped people get charged 50k baht for his assistance, Kim-shaped people get help whether they like it or not. and afterwards Kim, who's father taught him that everything has a cost and how to keep a mental ledger of favors and debts, tries to pay Porsche off for the help.

Porsche, who's 'tips' have always been for sex work, sees the wad of cash and goes "you want a post-fight fuck????"

Kim, an awkward turtle-duck, bolts away like ???nO????!!!!!!

Kim hires Porsche as a bodyguard

how did we get from "hire me for sex?" to "hire me for protection?" unimportant! what matters is Kim secures Porsche for himself and Porsche thinks "how hard can guarding one moderately popular youtube star be?" and the raccoon shenanigans that ensue. and, of course, Kim finding the connection between their families and investigating his own hire. then 2 days later, because Kim doesn't have a crush to draw out the investigation and Porsche couldn't do subterfuge to save his life, Kim confronts Porsche with his evidence and Porsche goes "what the FUCK do you mean our families are CONNECTED?!" and these two going full gremlin investigator mode together.

Porsche brings Kim home

when exactly does this happen? unimportant! what matters is Porsche and Kim smuggle themselves into the neighborhood late at night, which results in Chay looking up from playing a videogame or doing homework or whatever to see his brother standing there with ✨Wik✨ in his own living room and his first response is "why'd you bring me my favorite musician" because clearly that is the only reason why his beloved older brother, who keeps trying to give him the moon and stars even though he didn't ask for them, would bring home Wik. also;

Chay: *thinks about his idol wall one floor above* Kim: *stares at cute boy* Porsche: i see i'm not needed here

Chay learns Porsche is mafia

how exactly does this come up? unimportant! what matters is:

"he's mafia" "i don't care that Kim's mafia, why are YOU mafia hia!!!!" "...i'll just uh... be over..... there......." Kim says to no one before awkwardly shuffling himself off to a corner.

naturally, this is when Kinn decides to show up

why does he choose now to stop by? because older brother instincts drive you to always be the most annoying person in the room, next. Kim hired a guard out of nowhere without telling Kinn or Papa and the guy's stayed on for longer than 24 hours, Kinn is suspicious as shit and worried as hell. he's been keeping it under wraps, but Kim and Porsche trying to fly under the radar right now gives him a good opportunity to investigate. and lo and behold, Kim appears to have made two new friends, one of whom keeps making him blush and the other who's the prettiest man Kinn's ever seen. Kinn is absolutely not just leaving Kim, he wants to know everything 👀

Kinn, Porsche, Kim, and Chay get snatched ala ep5

why are they kidnapped? unimportant! we do not question kidnapping plots in this household. Kinn, Porsche, Kim, and Chay all escape into the jungle but get separated. Kinn and Porsche have a journey not unlike ep6, except with more yelling, more bickering, and more trolling. Porsche's view of Kinn is colored by Kim not the guards here and then his main introduction is in the jungle not the compound, so he's charmed pretty quickly and judging himself for it every time Kinn falls back on his asshole training. Kinn's main introduction to Porsche is a caring guy who's also a troll and won't hesitate to punch him in the dick when he's being a jerk so...not too much changed there, actually. they are still handcuffed together.

Kim and Chay are having a nice time. bonding over music, trading stories about brothers, asking questions so that they can unravel Korn's 15 year long conspiracy--it's basically a scenic date. they are not handcuffed together because Kim carries three lockpick sets minimum at all times and was out of the handcuffs before they were even out of the truck. Kim and Chay are just holding hands, because Chay asked Kim to hold his hand, and Kim grabbed it saying it's the best way to ensure they aren't separated, and Chay responded "that's nice, but i asked because i want to hold your hand," and Kim blushed bright red. nerds.

the four of them reunite...eventually, idk when, but the first thing Chay does when he sees Porsche across the ravine is holler "DID YOU REALLY THINK KIM WAS PAYING YOU FOR SEX HIA" and Kinn's head snaps around so fast Kim and Porsche get secondhand whiplash.

Korn dies

how does this happen? unimportant! but he's dead before the fic ends.

[[ fics im not writing ]]

[percy-eats-souls]

Guys, I have realized that I have been giving you guys too many trauma filled and gut-wrenching stories, so I decided to be nice today. Enjoy

Echo was just sitting the makeshift hospital bed in med bay while she stared at the bandages wrapped all around her. "What...happened to me...?" She asked herself before sighing and trying to recollect the missing memories from Krang invasion, yet she struggled and ended up getting a bit frustrated.

Her eyes looked at the entrance of med bay and saw Donnie walk in, Donnie didn't notice her at first which made her slightly annoyed. Echo rolled her eyes playfully and then cleared her throat to catch his attention, once Donnie saw that she was awake, he immediately ran out. "That was weird...he didn't even say hi..." She spoke to herself then she heard the sound of feet running, "...oh no..."

The doors that lead into med bay burst open and she was met with lots of familiar eyes, she smiled softly at the turtles and April who was actually there too. Then they all started asking questions about how she was feeling and if she needed anything.

"I'm good guys...what happened to me though...?" Echo asked and they all hesitated to answer. Donnie then spoke up, "It's better if we tell you the details later since you clearly have a bit of amnesia, you were injured pretty badly." He explained as Mikey suddenly came over to her. "You were asleep for weeks! We started thinking you were never going to wake up...well.. except for Raph of course."

Her eyes widened at hearing the extremely familiar name. She knew who that name belonged to way too well. Echo looked over to see if he was there and he was. She smiled at him as he immediately came over and started asking if she was alright. "You ok...? Nothing hurts right?" That was difficult to answer since everything hurt yet it didn't at the same time. "Hard to say. I'm just glad I didn't disintegrate into ashes." Echo joked slightly which earned her a slight frown from Raph.

After a while of talking and being force-fed some soup. everybody left to go to bed. Except for Raph. He was still there to watch over her in case anything happened, Echo always got nightmares but anytime he was around, it always went away.

Echo couldn't help but feel like she finally accomplished something. She found people that actually love her and care for her. It felt amazing. Echo finally found her people after everything she's been through and done.

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Sorry It's not that good! I have massive writers block and I've been really busy. More to come though! - Percy :)

[tomoleary]

Jack Kirby and Mike Thibodeaux Turtle Soup #4 page 20 splash (1992) Source

“This page came along when Kirby's frequent collaborator of the era, Michael Thibodeaux, asked the King to pencil a splash page for a seven page story he was producing for Turtle Soup, a collection of Turtles stories by artists other than their creators, Eastman and Laird. The resulting image is a stunner with Michelangelo squaring off against a huge fanged ape. Stylistically it works perfectly and makes you wonder what could have been if Kirby had ever tried his hand at a full TMNTs story. It is significant to note that this art is not light-boxed like many Kirby piece of this era, but inked directly on Kirby's pencil art.”

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 54

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

I just think they're neat: chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay

Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

I am here again to shout out @mothmans-left-nipple with whom I joked about this chapter's concept, here it is in all its silly glory!

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

Tucked in at the man’s side, you covered your mouth to stifle your excitement if only for the other diner’s sakes. They too had gone through the upscale absurdity of checkpoint after checkpoint of posh. It was the tax to pay from having your coats taken to your reservation being scrutinized. You were evaluated from the moment you stepped foot inside the building to when you were being led down an intimate hall. It was only then that you were granted true access and left alone in an exclusive dining space. A very specific sort of humiliation you weren’t sure you were ever going to get used to, you did at least enjoy the decor. There had to be something about the lights, angled just so, that illuminated each table in an ornate woven tapestry.

From white tablecloths to cherry wood accents, the silver on the table glittered around place settings crafted especially for you. Your chair had been pulled out once, a nod to your passing, and you took a careful seat. If you perched on the edge it almost felt like you were meant to be here. All a charade, you knew, but you played your part as your companion took the seat next to you and continued to titter.

“When he sings La Vie en Rose!?” Hypno gushed.

“It has to be in French! They have the English version on the soundtrack!”

“The soundtrack!!” You could almost see a heart appear in the magician’s throat.

For anyone around, they probably imagined the two of you were on a date.

A waiter came around to take drink orders and, in passing yours off, you saw your actual boyfriend.

Looking very much like he and Warren were the unwilling participants here as a guise for you and Hypno to go out, that wasn’t so far from the truth. Donnie currently appeared to be trying his best to dissociate while Warren made kissy faces at his reflection in a soup spoon.

“We get it. You both like the show. You’ve been talking about it for hours now.” Warren winked at his visage before dropping the spoon like a weapon in hand.

“Well maybe if someone would watch it with me…” Hypno turned his snout up from across the table.

“I sat with you while you watched it!” Warren swung his body and the utensil to lean on it as if it were a post.

“While you scrolled on your phone leaving hate comments.” Hypno looked, unenthused.

“You love when I destroy the confidence of pompous media influencers. They don’t even have journalism degrees and I’m supposed to listen to some half-baked baby who can’t afford a proper lav blabber about the news?!” Warren put on what you imagined he thought was a debonair face.

Hypno was equally nonplused. “There comes a certain point-”

Curling his wiggly body around the spoon’s handle, Warren crawled up it before seating himself in the bowl. With an alarming amount of skill, he then bent it back and aimed his makeshift trebuchet at Donnie.

“Uh…!” You piped up as your boyfriend didn’t so much as blink in the worm’s direction.

Warren took aim but as soon as he launched himself a ring appeared like something from a dog obstacle course. As soon as his pink body entered it, it jerked upward to scoop him out of the air.

“We said no magic at dinner!” Warren hung a furious limp above the table.

“We also agreed ‘no harassing our guests!’” Hypno’s eye twitched.

“Harassing!? I was trying to wake him up! What kind of etiquette is it to ignore such an esteemed dining companion?!” Warren bounced upright and placed a proud hand to his chest.

“And who would that be?” Donnie reluctantly emerged from wherever he was and flicked a bored gaze up at the worm.

Warren alit with fury and threw himself down toward Donnie.

Only Donnie's aura read smirk as he watched Hypno manifest a bunch of spinning rings in an attempt to catch his husband. With years of clear practice, Warren wormed his way through the onslaught, dodging nearly all of them save the last which clipped the tail end of his body. It caused him to spin wildly where Donnie only prepared at the last moment by picking up a napkin. He then used it to catch the worm as if he couldn’t stand the thought of touching him with his bare hands.

“I believe this belongs to you.” Donnie wadded the cloth and tossed it to Hypno.

“It unfortunately does.” Hypno sighed as Warren fought from within his sack before turning toward you. “Excuse us a moment?”

“Sure…” You bobbed an assuring nod.

Hypno gave you half a thankful smile for it and carried the Warren bundle away to have a stern talk.

“We can leave now.” Donnie didn’t bother watching them go.

“Try to be nice!” You hissed.

He waved down his body in demonstration.

“You agreed.” You quieted as the waiter came around delivering drinks.

You both waited for the man to leave before starting back up.

“Hypno is one thing. He is a contact and supplier. This? I did not agree to this.” Donnie gave the first bubbling simmer of a glower. “Not dinner with him.”

“Warren is…” You started out, but didn’t have a single defense.

Getting here had been a bit of a whirlwind. 

Unlike Mikey who easily steered conversation to and fro, talking to Hypno was more your speed. Branching off from how easily the two of you interacted in public, you also quickly found you had things in common that weren’t related to mixed company. Chatting with him was like catching up with an old friend. Using a bit of his flare, you imagined him folding in like a card into your hand as if he was always meant to be in the deck. 

It also didn’t help that you couldn’t shake your lonely read on the magician. Even as of late, with the addition of his villain’s group, he still seemed broken apart from any sort of support system and didn’t particularly fit anywhere. He was a simple man, who happened to be a mutant, with a craving for the stage, and a deep love for his husband. He had his pride, he had his work, and he said the man he’d married was the one who understood him best. From the way he described their meeting, it very much seemed like the two had found each other at some sort of low point. First rooming together out of financial hardship to eventually growing intimately attached, you’d been a little startled when Hypno had shared a wedding photo.

Warren Stone had, up until that point, been described as nothing short of a larger than life personality so when you were presented with a photo of a worm mutant, it was not something you had been particularly ready for.

You’d bitten your lip on asking about a size kink and was sure they made whatever they did work, on account of how smitten Hypno was. It was past that where you had difficulty keeping your mouth shut. You only knew what you had heard, but it seemed like more than enough. There had been mentions at the gala of Warren’s hard headedness which had been further cemented by the few comments you’d heard at group.

You didn’t like the way Warren treated Hypno.

You had first started out as sly as you could. You made attempts to look past first perceptions and Hypno was happy to talk about his spouse with the slightest prompting. It was only that, with each detail you gathered, your perception was souring fast. It all came to a head when Hypno had mentioned he’d been wanting to try a restaurant with a watercress salad that looked scrummy, but Warren found the plant to be repulsive. Immediately vetoing the entire option even though there was a whole entire menu for Warren to choose from that didn’t include said dish, Warren instead took Hypno out to some place they’d apparently been to a hundred times instead.

Hypno took it in stride. 

You took it as a personal attack. 

You would happily fight a worm for Hypno. 

You didn’t even know if he had powers, but you didn’t care.

The hang out as of yet had been nothing short of a confirmation with no exact planning, but you’d invited Hypno out to the restaurant he wanted on the spot.

The surge of responses had been an avalanche of care, but somewhere along the way, the goal had shifted. Hypno felt indebted to you and asked if the lunch could be pushed in favor of an elegant dinner instead. Something where there was no pretense for mind control, he wished to redo your gala experience without the judgment of others. Finding zero fault in that, you’d agreed only for Hypno to say how splendid it was and say how he’d get Warren on board.

You’d stared helplessly at your phone.

How did you explain you hadn’t wanted the derelict to come?

You hadn’t known each other long enough for you to openly dunk on the man’s husband.

They’d been married for almost two decades.

You did not have enough information.

Hypno, unaware that you hadn’t replied since confirming dinner, told you that Donnie and Warren didn’t have the best relationship and to keep that in mind. He’d gone on to explain seating options before tossing the whole thing out and saying as long as he got to catch up with you then the night would be a success.

You’d approached Donnie without pretense and gravely told him the situation.

The look of disgust that sat on your partner’s face was one that lasted for hours.

There was nothing to be done to get Donnie to agree in that state. 

You’d only waited earnestly until he had calmed down enough for a discussion and then approached him with how you felt their relationship was unjust. Your partner respected you enough to listen, but again, took several more hours until he could muster up a response.

It had been a bitter acceptance if only to see the two break up in real time.

That being another can of worms, you soured knowing the saying was forever tainted by the thought of having to deal with more than one blond headed plague. 

In the span of a day, you were suddenly drowning in plans. There was yours, which had lasted all of five seconds as you immediately realized, for the second time, that their marriage was none of your business. You knew far too little to pass judgment which was doubly reinforced as you had a shuddering thought of having almost acted like the other turtles. You would be hands off in the matter. Your lips would be sealed and you’d act as a bystander at best. You were also Hypno’s friend. If you were to say, treat him like the gilded man he was, then it was out of your hands if it starkly contrasted with how his partner dealt with him.

The thought made you feel a little like you’d been tainted by Donnie.

It brought you to your boyfriend and his participation in the matter. You’d brokered what you’d realized and brought it to Donnie already knowing how he’d react. He had years of being treated like less than from whispers that were too loud to pretend to be anything else. His filth was shouted openly and though for a long time he’d relished and wore it like a badge of honor, that didn’t mean bitterness hadn’t crept its way into his heart.

He had his own plan in regards to the matter and only because you were going regardless of his attendance. He spoke of concerns of safety and there was something honest about his stark attitude that surpassed what seemed like paranoia. He reminded you that his walls would be up, this was a work adjacent activity, which meant that by proxy he’d be on a certain sort of stoic behavior. He’d only cleanly said he would curtail obvious cruelties, but his image was one you knew needed to be preserved. Details of the location were required as he made mention of insurance which was made all the more haunting as he chuckled to himself about a pattern. 

You hadn’t bothered asking and only thanking him for cooperating the best he could. 

He hadn’t accepted and instead urged you to specify who was in attendance if you chose to hang out with Hypno again after this outing. 

You already figured as much, but hadn’t put together that Donnie was trying, in a roundabout way,  to explain to you just how bad the worm was.

Donnie had hatred in his heart. 

A simple fact, you never blamed him for it. 

You just imagined yourself more easy going than him. 

That was maybe why you missed the many seeds being spread as you joined the final plans which were ironing out details with Hypno. The magician had his own Donnie-like hook-ups that he’d joked about acquiring via mind control. Something you long knew possible of the man, you turned a blind eye to his not so sly comments and unfortunately skirted over more. There was Warren’s meddling with the date where there always seemed to be some excuse with whatever everyone else came up with. Once one was finally selected, you heard tale of the worm’s protests from service to chef, all while coming from a man who had supposedly never been to this restaurant before. Through Hypno’s funnel, the comments seemed more casual, spoken as if Warren had refined tastes and not in the tone of voice you would come to know from the worm. 

Meeting the pair at the entrance, Warren had greeted Donnie with a single ‘you’ and introduced himself to you with an outstretched hand you’d tried to shake. In a flick, he dodged to instead place an ancient business card in your palm and told you that autographs were a set price. You’d only stared in a sort of revolted awe before Hypno had stepped in laughing awkwardly.

Things rapidly began to make a lot more sense after that. 

In a silent fury, you had immediately gone to hug Hypno, which surprised the larger man, and couldn’t help but throw a glare at Warren.

The worm seemed not to notice as he asked to get this show on the road.

Speaking to his level of clout, he then proceeded to treat staff like dirt and paid little mind to the rest of his party as he took the first seat at the table.

You had gone from disliking the man to despising him which was only offset by Hypno asking you about the show you’d just watched. A man adept at diversion, you’d gotten swept up and distracted in your excitement to chat about it. Unlike Warren, Donnie had watched with you, but he wasn’t the type to analyze a show. His were bare bones notes on cinematography and spoke less about character’s actions outside of the obvious. 

You loved him, but he wasn’t all that great for theories.

Hypno, on the other hand, was and that was the point of having a multitude of people in your life.

No one was so one dimensional.

Everyone was made uniquely with a full spectrum of experiences.

“… he sucks.” You decided, returning from the rehashing of events that got you here and shrank into your seat.

Donnie took on the faintest air of understanding and you could sense he disliked how you were sitting across from one another.

Already slouched, you made an obvious show of kicking out your legs under the table.

Donnie barely had to move for his shoe to touch yours.

“I’m good.” You gave a little sigh. “Want me to say you told me so?”

Donnie shook his head a single time.

“You’re quiet.”

Donnie quirked his brow a bare centimeter.

You stared for a long moment and saw he was insinuating more. “Hypno has really good hearing doesn’t he?”

“Hippos have multiple auditory channels.”

You lowered your head and resisted setting it on the table. “So he most definitely heard me just…?”

Donnie’s silence said he nodded.

“The one thing I was trying to keep to myself!” You bemoaned and grabbed your glass for an angry chug.

“It’s quite alright.” Hypno spoke from behind you and you choked into your drink.

“Yeah, yeah. We’re back.” Warren huffed, clearly unaware of the double meaning and jumped down onto the table. Inching back to his table edge that he was using as a seat, he tipped his head haughty and addressed Donnie. “Truce for our partner’s sakes?”

Donnie’s eyes didn’t widen, but his brows rose the tiniest increment in the old way that showed astute surprise. “Warren Stone.”

Warren perked up and openly let his jaw drop as he didn’t have any of the same inhibitions. “Did… did you… just say my name?”

Donnie only returned the gaze.

Warren balked and sank down in front of his plate.

Donnie flicked a gaze toward you that said his part was done.

You gave him a nod before turning up to Hypno who hadn’t sat down yet. “I’m sorry… I didn’t…”

“It’s not the first and certainly won’t be the last…” Hypno didn’t look at you, but tipped his head in a knowing way. “I had a hunch.”

“I just…” You felt the weight of what you had to say. “You have only ever been kind to me. I want that for you.”

It pulled the magician’s eye with a faint glint and he finally grabbed his chair. “You’re a sweet one. I’ve sung your praises repeatedly now so you know. Seems I can add ‘protective’ to the list too, it seems.”

You nodded sheepishly.

He tapped the seat before finally rounding into it. “If I were to…” He looked across the table and thought better. “Nevermind, I can’t say I necessarily understand, but I do know why.”

“I…. wish I could say the same…” You admitted just as another waiter walked up.

It awakened the otherwise incapacitated Stone who seemed especially intent on figuring out exactly what ingredients were in what dish.

With orders placed in spite of his nagging, the waiter parted.

“Still on this picky kick.” Hypno eyed his partner.

“I like what I like.” Warren scoffed. “Didn’t you ask me not to do this? Why are you badgering me?”

“I’m not.” Hypno’s hands rose up. “Making observations. Moves the conversation along!”

“Backhanded.” Warren spoke out of the corner of his mouth to no one in particular.

“Honestly!” Hypno grunted loudly and with enough force that you felt the air bounce from the table to you.

Warren made a little mocking face, but said nothing more.

“Oh…”

Your small sound pulled the entire table's attention.

Did they know?

They had to.

It seemed so obvious now.

The corner of Donnie’s lip turned up a centimeter in what you read as another cover for his smirk.

They didn’t.

Was this interfering?

You weren’t sure.

You also weren’t about to sit there for the whole meal and listen to them bicker.

You looked between the pair and Donnie who happened to be caught in between. “Hypno’s ready for a change of pace and you’re too set in your ways Warren.”

“That can’t possibly be-!”

“So, what else is new?!”

Where Warren threw you lazy disinterest, Hypno stared with parted lips at his husband.

Your heart sank.

“Warren…?” Hypno mouthed slowly.

“What?” The worm turned. “Oh, don’t give me those watering hole eyes! This isn’t breaking news!”

“I don’t…” Hypno fiddled with his napkin.

“So we’ve gone stale! It happens to the best of them!” Warren inched up onto his place mat. “Look at these two.” He held up a hand for you and Donnie. “I bet they go at it day and night. Am I right?”

You felt your eyes roll back.

Donnie looked down his beak at the worm as if he could eviscerate the insect with this gaze alone.

“I’m right.” Warren gloated.

“The other tables-!” Hypno rose with indignity.

“Table schmables! Hey, toots! Yeah, you with the wig.” Warren threw his attention to a neighboring older couple. “You two together?”

The woman in question startled. “Y-yes…?”

“How long?” Warren scooted towards her until he ran out of table.

“Ten years?” She looked at her partner who whispered harshly back about not acknowledging them.

“Ten…” Warren gave what was almost a sagely nod. “Got you beat by six.”

“Con… gratulations?” She leaned away from her partner, obviously curious where this was headed.

If it wasn’t for his size, you bet Warren could command a room.

Hadn’t his business card said he was a primetime news anchor?

That made his ridiculous phrasing make more sense.

If Hypno and Warren had anything in common, they were all about branding. 

“Tell me truthfully.” Smashing a tiny fist to a utensil, Warren kicked up a spoon and held it out like a mic. “Do you wake up every morning and see the light of your life lying next to you or do you wake up and think: here I go, up to do this again?”

You heard Hypno’s shoulders drop.

The woman puffed up. “You can’t just ask-!”

Warren arched a waiting brow. “What was that?”

The beat of silence as the other diner’s listened in was deafening.

“T-that…! W-well…!” The woman looked frantically around her meal.

“Just say no.”

You watched horror spread on the woman’s face as she slowly turned to her partner.

“You… can’t, can you…?”

You watched a litany of emotions pass over the woman’s face before she tried to turn rage at Warren.

Warren was waiting with an expression that asked for it.

Her partner threw her napkin down and stormed off.

“Charlotte, w-wait!” The woman scrambled after her.

“A randomly polled New Yorker, everybody.” Warren bowed with his spoon and turned to the table.

Donnie’s face didn’t betray it, but you could hear his voice in your mind complain about sample size.

“That’s… how you see me?” Hypno spoke, a hollowed out man.

“You know I care, but the spark is gone! Need I remind you, that happens. It’s the way of love. You know what matters? I stay. I’m here. Every day!” Warren rolled his head and you realized the band around his neck wasn’t a segment of his body, but instead a wedding ring.

Hypno’s haunted face said this was all news to him.

“Look at it this way.” Warren created a box with his hands. “You know what’s good? Pastrami! The first time you have it? They made a scene in a movie about it! And you know what happens next? It’s still good!”

You abandoned Warren’s explanation to plead silently with Hypno.

You didn’t know for what, but he didn’t deserve this. 

Your gaze didn’t reach him.

“And it continues to be good, but it’s not the same! You also don’t see me ordering anything else though, now do you? Because I love pastrami! Not some two-bit vegetable masquerading as parsley’s answer to wasabi! No! I get the same sandwich that I know is good!!” Warren shoved the centerpiece out of the way.

“So that’s that, then?” Hypno found a small breath.

“Obviously!” Warren reached his husband’s plate.

“Fall back on the old tried and true? Never wanting more?”

“More?” Warren crawled onto porcelain. “What more!? This is it, babe! Plain and simple! As good as it gets!”

Hypno’s lids lowered and you could feel the dark energy coming off of him.

Warren through all his neglect felt it too and his airs dampened ever so slightly even though he immediately tried to boost them back up. “W-what…?”

“Our food is here.” Donnie’s even voice sliced through the space.

You snapped to glare at him. 

For everyone else, his face was the picture of neutrality, but you saw every single withheld cue that signaled he was having the time of his life. 

This was exactly what he had hoped for of the evening and, in any other world, he would probably be openly cackling and taking souvenir videos. 

Hypno turned his head away and it pulled your eye. 

Warren looked horrified as he slowly rotated and scooted back to his place setting with his metaphorical tail between his legs.

The waiters appeared as soon as he got in place and, in a coordinated rotation, doled out your meals.

Out of the corner of your eye you also saw them clear the table of the couple that Warren had scared away.

Staring down at a dish you no longer wanted, you felt Donnie pick up his utensils to heartily dig in.

Hypno moved to eat next. “I suppose a beurre blanc would be too adventurous for you.”

“Sounds French and like I don’t care.” Warren responded bitterly.

“We bonded once.” Hypno opened his mouth and swallowed a bunch of asparagus stalks whole. “Over our love of commanding a stage. The awe in a crowd’s eye as you do the unexpected.”

“No, you bonded over that. I told you I stared at a crew and camera.” Warren fought against his knife and a steak that was larger than his entire body.

“But we both chased a high! You with your new stories and me with magic! We had audiences!”

“I had a fan club. You had a failing career.” Warren gave up and sank down his spindly body.

Hypno’s fists came down on the table so hard everything bounced.

Donnie was the only one who remained unscathed as he hoisted his plate and drink up before it occurred.

“So, that’s it then? You want to have it out now? When I’ve been asking you to therapy for weeks! You’d like to have a go while we’re at dinner! In public! With friends and colleagues!”

“Yeah, no because it would have been so much better at that loser’s club you insist on going to every week.”

“Lose-!” Hypno stood and his chair flew back with a force that took out the table behind him.

The people there were unharmed, but they screamed and scrambled as if they needed to run.

It created a chain reaction of diners fleeing for their perceived lives.

You watched a few of them go before catching on how your partner was almost done with his dish.

He was acting like this was an exciting show always meant to be served with dinner. 

“Take. It. Back.” Hypno loomed, his face dark.

“Not a chance, big guy.” Warren wafted a hand dismissively. “In fact, I’ll say it again since you don’t seem to be catching the important headline. I think you’re wasting your time with those losers!” 

“Speak about me how you wish, but you will not insult my friends!” Hypno threw his hand up and a dozen rings appeared in a threatening hover.

“Open your ears would’ya?!” Warren reared in sudden fear.

“Find yours!” Hypno roared and threw his hand.

Donnie stood with an easy swivel out of his chair as the ring sliced straight through the table.

Warren soared out of sight where you quickly lost his small body in the ornate room. Rings continued to fly and since the worm was their obvious target, you could imagine where he was heading. Scaling the room and up a wall, Hypno shored some curtains. Warren grunted with some random effort, but seemed to be faring well considering.

“Babe, come on!!”

“Don’t babe me!!!”

Donnie appeared by your side.

“S-should… I… get up…?” You wondered aloud to him.

Donnie glanced at where Hypno had taken a hard stance beside you. “You’re not the target.”

“This is my fault…” You whispered.

Donnie’s face softened the faintest amount.

In several clinks, Hypno’s rings fell out of the sky before he turned to you with teary eyes. “No, no! That’s not true! You’re…!”

You stared up at the magician.

He knelt beside you. “You’re the reason I’ve been able to break out of my funk! I hadn’t realized the lull I’d fallen into it! You have no idea what you’ve done!”

“You’re the cause!”

Before anyone could seemingly react, you heard Warren’s voice rushing wrath in your direction.

“I should have guessed! Since you appeared, everything’s been changing. It’s you who’s upset my daily lineup-!”

Donnie’s fist shot out just above your head and Warren appeared in his clutches. “I tried not to interfere.”

In a sickly snap, he ripped the worm in two.

He dropped the pieces onto your dinner and you scrambled backwards in your seat.

“Not at all…” Hypno sneered. “Good catch, mate.”

“D-Donnie?!” You spun around in your chair. “What-!?”

“He’s a worm.” Donnie sent a normal sized glare down at you that caused your nerves to flare.

Outside façade.

Outside façade.

You mentally slapped your cheeks and turned back to watch in horror as one half of Warren animated like a zombie.

“How dare you!?”

You screamed.

“Now, now…” Hypno caught your hand. “He’s alright.” He threw a glance at his husband. “For now.”

“So, I’m the bad guy!?” Warren gestured down his body. “He ripped my tux! Do you know what I have to do to get a tailor!?”

Donnie oozed outright malice that said he would happily do worse.

Warren clicked his tongue.

“I loved how stubborn you were once.” Hypno patted your hand, but was clearly addressing the worm. “You fought for us.”

“I still do!” Warren threw out a tiny fist.

“You fight for what’s familiar!” Hypno turned to shout. “You fight for obvious comfort! You… Have you even seen how much I’ve flourished?!”

Warren grappled with several jockeying emotions before he bitterly looked away. “Your…” His voice dropped until it was nearly a whisper. “Your coat… has been more shiny.”

“I’ve been happier than I’ve been in years, Warren!” Hypno shook and you felt little droplets of tears fly off him. “I’ve…!”

“And what am I supposed to do with that!?” Warren rose up the length of his body. “You just up and left me behind one day while I-!”

Hypno stilled as the words hit him. “Warren…”

“Nothing! Shut up! It’s fine!” Warren had to use his arms, but he got himself turned around and clawed a few inches away. “Stupid body!”

“Warren…” Hypno released you in favor of curling his fingers over the edge of the table as if peeking over it. “Did… did you think I’d moved on?”

“No!” Warren grouched, nearing a midway point and stopping to pant. “This is dumb!”

Hypno put pressure on the table and it tipped.

“No! Hey! Knock it off!!” Warren scrambled to catch the table cloth, but slid openly with everything else.

You watched your dinner fall among a clatter of broken dishes.

You weren’t going to eat it anyway with the worm parts and all. 

Donnie touched your back for a comforting weight.

Warren hit Hypno’s snout and glowered at his husband. “Fine… Just…! Pick me up at least!”

Hypno plucked the worm and held him high in the palm of his hand.

It clearly made Warren feel a little safer. “You… you… woke up every morning, same as me until… you didn’t. You survived another run in with those miserable turtles and tittered about some brain washed buffoon from the gala and then suddenly it’s like the sun’s shining for the first time? What was I supposed to think!?”

“What did you?” Hypno’s snout was still under the table.

“I don’t know!” Warren turned away. “So I followed you! I tried to catch the scoop, but you weren’t cheating! You were-!”

You leaned back against Donnie’s hand.

“You were… smiling all stupid and beautiful by yourself… Like you… smiled at me… I don’t know!” Warren shrank down out of sight. “I can compete with some floozy, but how can I compete with you?!”

Hypno lowered his palm down to the table where his eye level was.

Warren refused to look, but you could see him pouting with all of his lower lip.

“You could have said yes.”

“To what?” Warren flicked some debris off what was left of his jacket.

“Sure, I was fine to go at it alone, but I wanted to do it with you. That’s why I kept asking you to come.”

Warren blinked up a little. “You… you didn’t say it like that!” He rounded on his husband. “You would say things like ‘come eat this gross salad with me!’”

“And you could have said yes.” Hypno’s lids lowered in wait.

“I could have-!” Warren cut himself off and did a frustrated waddle in place. “But I don’t like watercress…!”

“And I still don’t like pimento cheese.” Hypno bounced his palm so Warren could get adjusted. “Some things don’t change; like my love for you.”

Warren stared at his partner.

“Others do and it’s up to you to decide if you’re going to fight that or work with it.”

Warren scratched the back of his head. “Life keeps going, huh?”

“It’s why the news updates on the daily.” Hypno’s snout lifted to show his smile.

“I’m… sorry I called your hokey hippie’s losers.”

“It’s a start.” Hypno gushed and gave his husband a smooch so large he looked as though he’d swallow him up.

“The hair!” Warren swatted, a blush on his cheeks.

With a swirl of his finger, Hypno fixed Warren’s coif.

Warren stewed before giving a lazy glance around. “This place stinks. I’m leaving a one star review.”

“I have…” Donnie approached the conversation and surprised every one of you. “… a secondary location prepared.”

“Ugh.” Warren gagged openly. “Overachiever much?”  

Donnie stood completely stone faced. 

Warren threw a glance at you. “Always thinks he’s the best with all his contingencies. This guy, amirite?”  

You simply stared in response. 

“Or-!” Hypno chirped, rising up to his full height and dispelling the awkwardness. “We can have a proper meal. For real this time?”

Warren stuck a finger into the side of his head as if he was picking gunk out of his ear. “What’s the sitch, Berry Bad guy?”

Donnie’s beak scrunched a near indeterminable amount. “Something less elegant.” He glanced down at you.

You looked back up openly and smiled.

“Tacos.” Donnie told you and set his hand on your shoulder.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” Hypno cooed.

“Just like us when we were young and dumb.” Warren wrapped an arm around Hypno’s thumb as if to steer him. “They better have good barbacoa!”

“Their reviews are adequate.” Donnie held out a hand and led you out of your seat.

“Shame about this place.” Hypno glanced back where he was already walking away. “How many’s that make it, love?”

Warren hummed loudly. “Twenty something?”

“Twenty three.” Donnie followed without letting go of your hand. “In the past year.”

“That… what?” You checked in with Donnie.

“Place’s Warren and I’ve… reviewed.” Hypno chuckled from the front.

You shot a look at Donnie.

He passed you the barest turn of his head. “I phoned ahead days ago.” 

“And they still let people… eat here tonight?” 

Donnie gave a knowing micro-tip of his head. “They opted to update their insurance and go for a payout.” 

You stared back at him with a frown. 

“Easily thwarted.” He lowered his lids the smallest amount as if his offer to stop insurance fraud was a grand romantic gesture. 

You bumped him and shook your head with a smile. 

“Look alive!” Warren clapped where he and his husband were waiting at the elevator. “You’re buying as thanks! We put on quite the show! This is your future right here! Take notes and get used to it!” You didn’t have to send Donnie your worries because you could feel them through his grip.

NEXT

La-la-love and thanks to my betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83

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[BSTS] Sotetsu Birthday 4* Card Story

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chapter 1 -starless hallway-

sotetsu: Yo, Saki. Here to watch today's show?

saki: Yes. I'm looking forward to it. Do you have rehearsals now, Sotetsu-san?

sotetsu: Nope, I just had some minor business that I needed to show up for. K doesn't have a show at the moment. So since rehearsals are also out of the picture I'm going to enjoy this moment of peace while I can. When there's nothing going like this, I plan to head straight home later and chill.

saki: (Nothing going on? But this month is...)

sotetsu: Oh, don't worry. I'll properly do what I need to for my birthday event. I've already prepared the gift I'm supposed to use in the photo shoot too. I bought something that I’ve had my eye on for a while now.

saki: I see. That's a relief.

sotetsu: Jeez, just how many of these guys have dragged you around for help? All you need to do is relax your shoulders and enjoy the show as a guest.

saki: Thank you. I'm looking forward to your solo stage too of course!

sotetsu: Thanks. Then, whilst you're excited how about I give you a little quiz?

saki: A quiz...?

sotetsu: The question is simple. 'What's the present that I bought for my birthday event?'

saki: That sounds like fun, but without any hints it’s too difficult to guess...

sotetsu: That's true. In that case, are you familiar with the game called Sea Turtle Soup? We'll copy that and have you ask me a few questions. I can only answer them with 'yes' or 'no', simple right? If you manage to get it right then I'll treat you to a drink as a reward.

saki: That sounds good, I'll take on the challenge! I'll start asking then... Is the present something that can be worn?

sotetsu: That's a pretty good first question. The answer is yes.

saki: Is it something you can use during rehearsals?

sotetsu: No.

saki: Hmm... Is it something that reflects your interests?

sotetsu: I wouldn't buy something that didn't.

saki: Ah, is that so...

sotetsu: Hahah, you're funny y'know.

saki: (It's something wearable but isn't for rehearsals. Maybe it's something more fashion oriented...?)

sotetsu: Oop, I'm going to have to cut this short. I have a shift soon. I'll leave you this homework. You can give me your answer on my birthday.

saki: O-ok...!

-sotetsu leaves-

saki: (Homework from Sotetsu-san... I wonder what he chose for his present?)

-

chapter 2 -behind starless, evening-

-sotetsu walks up-

sotetsu: Yo, Saki. What are you doing out here? Waiting for someone?

saki: I've been waiting for you!

sotetsu: Oh, have you? Interested in the answer to the quiz are you?

saki: Yes, that too. But more importantly your birthday event is about to begin!

sotetsu: Huh? Ahh, right right, I got it. No need to get so flustered. I'm heading to the change rooms right now. I've got more than enough time.

saki: (I hope he's right...)

-time pass, starless backroom-

sotetsu: Sorry for the wait, see, I got changed like I'm supposed to. Could you check that everything is sitting right?

saki: Looks good to me. The outfit really suits you.

sotetsu: Thanks, I'm all good to go then. Whilst we're heading to the lobby how about we see what answer you came up with? Did you work out what's inside this present here?

saki: Uu... It's small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, it's wearable and it's something you like...

sotetsu: Yep, and that means?

saki: Uuuhhhhhh...

sotetsu: Kuku, looks like you'll have to throw in the towel. I've enjoyed my fill of your cute expressions.

saki (pouty): I was seriously thinking it over you know.

sotetsu: When you're worrying yourself thinking about me like that, it's so charming that I can't look away. To congratulate you for thinking about it with all your might shall I reveal what's inside the present?

-cg

sotetsu: What I bought was a harness for my pet iguana. I finally found one that's the perfect size for her.

saki: Oh, I get it now! So that's what you meant by 'wearable'.

sotetsu: Yeah. That's why your first question was pretty on the mark. 

-cg gone

sotetsu: There was another thing that I wanted as my present, but it's not something that'd be suitable to use for this event. How about you try and guess what that one is? I’ll let you ask me questions whilst we walk.

saki: S-sure… I’ll try and guess correctly this time! For my first question… Is it something for your pet iguana-san?

sotetsu: Heh, no.

-break room-

saki: Is it something edible?

sotetsu: No, but theres times I worry it will get eaten up.

saki: …Hm? Um then, is it something that comes in lots of varieties?

sotetsu: No again, I’d say it’s quite unique.

saki: Hmm… is it something that’s in this store?

sotetsu: Yes.

-starless lobby-

saki: So it’s something in the store! Then, is it here in the lobby with us?

sotetsu: Yep, I’m looking right at her.

saki: Huh?

sotetsu: Good timing, we’ll have to end the game here. I’ll reveal the answer to you once my show’s done. Sit tight and wait like a good girl, alright?

-sotetsu leaves-

saki: …Wait, what!?

—end

[tinytinyturttlesoup]

ANIMATICS I would die for you broken promise Future Mikey Draxum and leo sing out there The prison dimension Hollow Moon MNMC TMNT GENSHIN AU I don't think its Japan Cowabummer Meeting the locals Clothing designs Leo and Mikey Wanmin restaurant TEENAGE MUTANT ROCKSHOW Mikey in big stompers and plot i guess sketch dump 5 Donnie concept Leo and usagi the love song debate

FIC

Two Nardos One Dream Sequence Plot summery The day has been saved, the Krang are defeated, and Leo has been having dreams about a future that will Never come to pass. He try's to ignore them thinking nothing of it. Until, Leo accidently swaps places with a future version of himself. Now both Leos must find a way to return everything back to its rightful place. Even if it means letting go of the past and embracing a uncertain future.

tmnt au comp comic 1 tmnt au comp comic 2 tmnt au Comp comic 3 tmnt au Comp comic 4 tmnt au comp comic 5 Two nardos side story Donnie’s face markings The aforementioned dream sequence Gales of song (mikey angst) Two Mikeys hanging out what will they do Self soothe

ARTWORK Sketch dump 1 Sketch Dump 2 Sketch Dump 3 Sketch Dump 4 Human turtles Donnie is Donnieing Replica Donnie draw him pretty just a Mikey Happy Hearts day August's birthday omega Swanatello frog mikey witha spring in his step Euclidean line Mikey Sky

REQUESTS request turtle pile request April and Donnie

MAGMA magma sesh 1 magma sesh 2 magma sesh 3 magma sesh 4 magma sesh 5

Its me Soup

frog mikey smoo Children say the darndest things Hit is cool Symphony reaction: Ch20 Symphony Reaction: Ch22 Chessman sleep

[tessavelland]

The Innkeeper (s2e3)

Edward immobilized opens his eyes in the realm between worlds to ask a blurred figure, 'Am I your hostage?' His guide comes closer. Ed cries out in fear, 'Captain Hornigold?' and is answered with 'Ben now. Just Ben.'

―Guess I do work for Blackbeard. Hmm. I'm Ed, he said, introducing himself to Stede.

―Just to be...Edward. To do what makes Ed happy, he said, confessing his love to Stede.

The once-fearsome Hornigold, under whom Ed and Jack first became outlaws, in this tranquil place is a pirate who retired.

―The only retirement we get is death, said Izzy.

―He retired, said Frenchie, believing Ed was dead.

'The last time I saw you, you said you'd flay my skin and feed it back to me!' cries Ed.

―I tried to get it down without tasting it, said Jeff the retired god-king of cannibals.

―Open your fucking mouth now. Eat up. Don't forget to chew, said the Kraken.

In the time before he retired to give shelter and soup to lost souls by the sea, the pirate captain forced a live crab down a cabin boy and killed him from the inside out. (Ed remembers; he was there.) The winner of Felix versus Crab was the crab.

Felix is Latin for happy

The winner of Turtle versus Crab was the crab. The turtle had to be armed with a knife; he wasn't a natural killer. The crab had pincers sharp enough to take a turtle's head or a toe. But the game's rules are brutal.

―Loser gets his head cut off, and the winner...gets his fucking head cut off!

Without someone waiting for him, the pros-and-cons life list is fucked. Edward enraged spears a staff at a rock.

On a ragged flag the Devil's lance stabs a wounded heart

Another rock and rope appear and plunge, the weight of heartbreak dragging Ed to drown.

―Remember how he used to stab us? Beat us down?

But Edward untethered opens his eyes when Stede lifts the veil from his face.

―Act of Grace!

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Note regarding the above: I think the cabin boy is a metaphor for Ed himself, even if it's a true story. 'I was there. He was a really nice guy.'

Toxic grief amplified by self-hatred is the crab that nearly killed Ed just when he'd found and lost happiness (Felix=happy), clawing him apart from the inside, inducing his deranged death-wish behavior.

Toxic masculinity and PTSD from abusers like his father and Captain Hornigold set him up for his unstable identity and deep anger and sense of being unlovable. Poor Ed has had to swallow a lot of crabs.

[razmerry]

Drawtectives: Orc Lore... 2!!!!

My first Drawtectives orc lore post that I made 2 years got over 600 notes, and I always intended to compile one for the second season. I just needed to rewatch all of it first! This one includes more general information about the Drawtectives world than the first did, cause it’s really fun. 

Part 1

Episode 1:

- York has become a male model! Good job, king

- Extra world lore: Boogle, Bamerica (where engineers drive the train)

Episode 2:

- Common knowledge in the orc tribes is that the one thing you can’t fight is death - it gets you in the end

- “There’s always time for the east” - a classic Northern tribes quote

- Extra world lore: Pollywood, gredit cards, Zac Giraffe, Belp, Bi-Fi, Halloween is canon!

Episode 3:

- No one has ever reported back after confronting a wild train

- Reconfirmed: the roughly cuboid shape of wild cats, including tigers which have a Garfield-like appearance

- One of the only comics in the Northern tribe was Cashews by Barles Pört, featuring Sneppy 

- Things York can write: eat my butt, wow now thatsa potata, Sneppy

- York doesn’t talk about his #1 and #2 weirdest days: “too weird”

- York is “a very social creature” according to Rose; all he needs are friends and food

Episode 4:

- Confirmed for the third time: York is a math guy

- York is big enough that he has a high drink tolerance

Episode 5:

- The “Ren Faire Las Vegas” is a story in the Northern tribe told to children, about a magical place with heroes and knights and glitter; York hoped to see it someday

       - Which included the hero “Belvis Breseley” and his many disciples

       - Interestingly, the Benaissance appears to possibly be etymologically linked to this “Ren Faire”, when the famous turtle painter Michaelango lived

- A classic game from the Northern tribes called “Lift It”: where you have a heavy object and see if you can lift it

Episode 6:

- It takes York a few seconds to transform between “Fight Mode” and “Show Mode”

- More Cashews lore: the lead character is Barley Brown

- Another newspaper comic: Beefcliff, which is apparently spelled differently in other locations

- BC also exists: unclear if this is our world’s or simply a coincidence

- Wild trains enjoy bones: new, old, yours, doesn’t matter to the train

- It’s speculated that trains evolved from wild bikes, with some diverging evolutionary lines including trucks

- Wild trains have feline ears and tails; if the ears are in the alert position, the train has now targeted you

- “Life is a railroad, and I’m going to ride it ‘till my stop”: a line from the hit group Bascal Blatts

- An interesting thing to note: synthetic trains are built in the image of wild trains

- York lost 17 of his cousins to wild train attacks; so York has approximately 35 cousins according to him (and I trust his math)

- Wild trains have a “burning inferno” as well as a mouth-eye, and the tail can be used somewhat like a blade

- Stripes on the side of the wild train help it blend in with tallgrass environments

- Horse Pope: holy figure? Into gambling? Oversees soups?

- York: sometimes known as “The Terror of the Northern Tribes”

- York has a net worth of about 6 million bones in his bank, although it’s unclear what the exchange rate is to Bamerican dollars

Episode 7:

- Bibby Joey: creator of the famous song “Scenes from an Italian Restaurant”

- BUNO!

- Eugino, a popular card game (Eugene-Oh?)

- I’m not writing down the rest of those board game puns

- The only game played in the Northern Tribes was “rock hit”, where you threw rocks at another rock in the air and see which rock survived; perhaps Lift It was more of a personal challenge

- There are no tables in the Northern Tribes

- Eugene’s favorite karaoke song is “I Need A Villain” by Donnie Byler, featured in Grek 2

Episode 8:

- York is the smart one, according to Rose: “he thinks the loudest”

- He’s also bad with faces and voices according to Rose; reconfirmed from S1E5

- I just really like that he was 100% convinced that Alm and All were different people

- Phone-bone, apparently

Episode 9:

- I enjoy the two-part confirmation that Northern Tribes orcs have southern accents

- “Joe Beans” is not a traditional orcish name

- Not everyone knows that the Northern Tribes have a monarchy

- “Orcish size” drinks are in a bucket, evidently they are literally sand buckets

- Jancy came to York’s first modeling show :,)

- York once tried to arm-wrestle a snake

- Wonderful film by Studio Jiggly: Ghosted Over There

Episode 10:

- No lore just solving the case!!

Episode 11:

- York’s favorite action hero is Ben Ception, who enters people’s dreams

- List of the months: Febicember, Smarch, Mapril, Junary, and Bachtober

- York’s powerful… stream gives him time to get his arms warmed up for a fight

- Another social media app; Binstagram

- “Lofty goals do lead to existential horrors” - daily quote by Rose

[classicallyyours]

My Lovers, as seasons

Have some thoughts I’m on my high horse and fall makes me romantic and I’m thinking about the men I simp for and simply????? When am I not lol every lover is for every season but I hyperfixate on them the most during these times of the year. 

Summer is for Bokuto Koutarou. That big bright smile and high energy is for the sunshine and the beach and hikes and experiencing warmth. For going out and exhausting yourself after a full day of excitement and fun and joy. He is literal sunshine (maybe tied with the sun himself Hinata Shouyou) and it’s impossible to not feel warm and loved by his gaze alone. In the intensity of summer days and the long summer nights; the deepest conversations are born out of summer. And Bokuto is there for all of it. When you’re with your friends and the fireflies are twinkling in and out, he’s there. When you’re sitting by the beach campfire sharing secrets and stories, he’s the one whose lap you’re pulled onto. His big arms caging you close to his chest. When you’re by the dock on the lake, staring into the night sky, you’re teaching him the constellations. He’s so tender in the summer, moving fast and slowing down. He wants to experience it all with you. (See also: Gojo Satoru, Hinata Shouyou, Kirishima Eijirou, Miya Atsumu, Rengoku Kyoujurou, Daichi Sawamura)  

Fall is for Nanami Kento. The leaves slowly changing is for the man who wants to slow down. The soft romantic atmosphere is for the steady lover. As fall comes in and says hello, so does he as he anchors himself into your reality, grounding you and bringing you warmth in the autumn chill. Scarves and boots and turtle necks are for him and him alone. Apple orchards, pumpkin patches, harvest festivals - you’re taking him to all of it. And he is joyfully, happily, easily loving you in all of it. Nanami just wants to take life easy, and fall is the easiest season, arguably. Nature is taking her sweet time cooling down from the hot summer intensity. He wants to see you among the changing leaves, he wants to hug you close to him when the air nips at your skin. Soup season is his season!!! Jackets and sweaters and tenderness… a kiss to your cheek and your hand locked in his… this man adores you, I fear.  (See also: Kuroo Tetsurou, Hanta Sero, Azumane Asahi) 

Winter is for Miya Osamu. Hearth and home are the definition of the man. A hot meal and being cozy and making you feel at home are what he does best. He’s the lover you come home to. When the cold and ice and snow are harsh, he is there for you to warm you up and help you relax. There is never emptiness in the winter with him. There is always a little fire light in the darkness for you, waiting when you return. Osamu is so big and warm and cozy and I’m just telling you, trust me, please; this is y’all’s season. Christmas and New Years, warm drinks and hot bowls of ramen or curry; cozying up together amidst the chill is everything for the both of you. Every other season is so busy for him, but winter is finally the time he gets to slow down. He’s the only person who you don’t isolate from when the days get short.  (See also: Katsuki Bakugou, Aizawa Shota, Kenma Kouzme, Getou Suguru, Tomioka Giyuu, Miguel O’Hara) 

Spring is tough, and hear me out, but spring is for Shinsou Hitoshi. NOW I KNOW he is also soft and slow and gentle, so fall or winter might seem like the natural tendency, but he is spring. He comes to life when the rest of the world does. Hidden pockets of the world growing and changing are where he thrives. Taking you to little places of sunshine as you both awaken to a new lil world. Cafes and gardens and tenderness as spring gently returns things to peace. He is the first flower blooming amidst the melting snow, the first smile you see when you are drowning in work or stress. He’s tenderness as you soften yourself back up to the world as the biting winter dwindles away. He’s the first heart you open yourself up to after shutting yourself off all winter long. He’s home - always.  (See also: Sugawara Koshi, Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku, Shinazugawa Sanemi) 

[tatortart]

So Gordy’s official story includes the following:

Father passes away suddenly

Moves across country from Oregon to New York to live with his aunt Vera Morrison with the mindset of helping his poor blind aunt out (reality: Gordy isn’t handling grief well, Vera wants to set him straight)

Meets Raphael as a human, becomes kinda-sorta friends with him

Mutagen bomb pops off, Gordy is now a tortoise mutant and fuckin’ miserable. Goodbye sober living, hello addiction.

Vera has her hands full. She’s not a trained professional with this and the resources in the newly dubbed Mutant Town are nonexistent. Raphael is busy with tackling the chaos around Mutant Town, so Gordy’s support system: crumbling, derelict, also being set on fire because he’s so deep in his own misery that he’s lashing out against those who’ll help him.

Enter Old Hob.

Finds Gordy one night near the walls put up around Mutant Town, gives him a good dose of Narcan, pulls him into the warehouse he’s claimed as his own during all the post-bomb freak out. He keeps an eye on Gordy overnight, sends him on his merry way in the morning, tells him to watch out for himself…mutants only got each other these days.

It’s a small wake up call, but it’s one Gordy needs. He’s never been so bad to need Narcan before, never like that. It’s not an immediate change, nothing so simple, but after some time, Gordy goes back to Old Hob’s warehouse. 

Gotta thank the old cat, right? He brings food, some good homemade stroganoff like his dad taught him to make. Anyone who says no to that isn’t worth his time. But Old Hob…he takes one good look at the food and just invites Gordy inside. No use standing outside in the rain. 

They just click. Gordy’s smart as a whip in his own way. He’s got a way of leaving Hob choking with laughter, mischievous and sharp with his humor. And Hob’s oddly good at listening as he tinkers away at…whatever it is he’s building in the warehouse. He pulls Gordy out of his head, gets him connected with that fox chick Alopex that runs the soup kitchen, tells him to stop by (with food) any time.

Gordy does. 

He gets cleaned up. Works to be California sober—listen, a guy has to have one vice, let him live. Meets Leo and the rest of the turtles through Raph, grows a bigger support system, finds himself happier than he’s been in years…somehow, he’s found what he needs to be, who he wants to be. And with Old Hob? Well, shit. Him and that old tomcat have never been closer. No one can replace his dad, but…damn if Hob ain’t close to that.

And then he finds out who set off the mutagen bomb. :) womp womp