#when Leo goes back to his paper he’s then like wait I was just a turtle then how is turtle me smiling

[turtleblogatlast]

Draxum somehow salvaged some of his notes and papers from when he first acquired the turtles, and out of “the goodness of his heart” (aka because Mikey begged him nonstop for a solid three hours) Draxum saw it fit to give them each their corresponding paper.

They were enlightening, to a degree, though it was kinda crazy seeing baby versions of their pre-mutation selves stapled to the corner of the paper.

When Leo got his paper, he grinned at his “super cute baby self” and shifted his eyes to read up a little.

Sure, there was the expected long drawn out essay about his role and place in regard to “world domination” or whatever that Leo skimmed over and proceeded to ignore thanks to the excess of way too big words, but what really caught Leo’s eye was the basic description of himself at the top of the papers.

There was his species, what seemed to be a number (either 2 or 3, Leo wasn’t sure since the bottom was burned a bit), his size (tiny!!), and then, right below those…

‘SEX: F’

…Leo blinked. Then blinked again.

“Draxum.” He said, getting his brothers’ attention.

At the lack of response, he looked up.

“Draxum.” The sheep Yokai walked away faster. “DRAXUM.” He was jogging now. “DRAXUM WHY DOES IT SAY ‘F’?!”

Draxum was booking it away from them as Leo gave chase, shouting about how “IT EXPLAINS A LOT BUT I NEED SOME ANSWERS! DRAXUM! DON’T YOU RUN AWAY I JUST WANNA TALK-“

There was flashes of blue light, then silence.

The others stood there, wondering what just happened before shrugging it off and using their baby photos to go and bribe Splinter with.

[fishsticksloser]

This isn't an nsfw ask- but I wanted to ask for the rottmnt boys in mating season and how they act towards their s/o

Mating Season

Rottmnt x gn!reader

Warnings: feral turtles, aged up

A/N: there is nothing explicit in this, just turtles being turtles

Donnie

He made precautions once they all started dating

It wasn't an issue before because April is their sister

You can tell it's starting because he gets more affectionate

Normally kissing your neck more

He talks about the way you smell

During mating season, Donnie is locked in his room

He can't get out, he made sure of it

He is feral

Donnie doesn't speak hardly at all, instead communicating with chirps and hisses (mostly hissing)

If he does speak, it's normally begging

He doesn't like being away from his lab, but he can't do anything when he's in this state anyways

Larger, bulkier blankets and such have to be removed because he'll tear them up

He makes a nest on his bed with his clothes and thinner fabric

Due to him being feral, Shelldon is the one who gives him food and water

You sometimes give Donnie food, but it can be dangerous so you leave it to Shelldon (he bites)

Paper plates and such have to be used otherwise you won't be getting them back as he adds them to his nest

After mating season, he dismantles his nest immediately

He hates having a dirty room

Leo

Also absolutely feral

But! Donnie is a little scarier when feral...

Leo tried not to show when it's coming on, opting to remove you from the situation completly

Although that hardly ever works

He locks himself in his room as well

Unlike Donnie, he actually does talk

He's a sweet talker, tries to convince you to let him out... That it's over

He's done so successfully a few times

Leo is very persuasive

He's not as dangerous to approach

He'll bite sometimes, but that's just on bad days

If you give him food and water, he'll stay as far away from you as he can

Leo will wait there until you back up from the door

It's almost like Leo takes the logical part of Donnie's brain during this time

He also makes a nest

He doesn't tear things up like his twin so he has a bigger, comfier, bulkier nest

After mating season, he'll leave the nest for at least a week just to make sure it's over

Mikey

Mikey doesn't lock himself up

He knows himself and will let you know when bad days are coming

He rarely goes feral during mating season

When he does, you're not coming over

Period

He still talks and everything, but he needs physical contact otherwise he'd lose his mind

His nest is pretty basic, it's not too big, but it's comfy

He likes having you stay over so his nest is warm and inviting

He feeds himself so you don't have to worry about anything

Raph

Raph does go a little feral at least he thought so

But he saw Leo and Donnie and realized he was just paranoid

He doesn't lock himself up, but he tells you not to come over at all during this time

He's worried he might hurt you

Raph acts pretty normal for the most part

He does make a nest, it has to be in the living room because his room isn't big enough

He can go feral like Mikey, but he tends to be pretty mellow

Raph has a tendency to tear things up, but not as bad as Donnie

During this time, the couch is moved out of the living room so Raph has more room and doesn't feel the need to tear up the cushions

[cameronspecial]

Drew x actress!y/n play charades at one of the y/n's friends it's going to be a fun evening

Charades

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Masterlist

When Y/N got her own place, the first tradition that came to be in the apartment was Friday game night. Her life as an actress means she is used to going from one fancy and public event to another, so a night in with her friends is exactly what she needs. Drew soon joined in on the routine when they started dating and every night has been a success since. The couple's favourite game to play? Charades. They just understood each other in a way that helped them dominate in the game. “Okay, alright. Cheery couple, it’s your turn,” Natalia announces, holding up the bowl to her friend. Drew nudges Y/N’s shoulders, so she gets up to pick a paper out of the bowl. She reads the book on the slip of paper and motions with her head for Ben to start the timer. She mimes reading a book. “Book,” Drew guesses and she nods, moving on to the next motion. She rubs her arms, pretending to be freezing. Drew stands up and points at her, “The Great Gatsby.” “Ding. Ding. Ding. You got it, Baby,” she congratulates, jumping into his arms. Natalia and Ben look at each other with jaws on the floor. “That is a lie. There is no way he got The Great Gatsby from what? You being cold. Show me your paper,” Ben complains. Y/N holds up the paper for the other two to read and it does say The Great Gatsby. 

Natalia looks between the couple, “How did you know?” “It was a book. Leo was in the adaptation of the book. He was also on Titanic. Hence, she was cold and that leads me to The Great Gatsby,” he shrugs, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Okay, it’s your guys’ turn,” Y/N points out to the other team. She hands the bowl to Ben and after a very unsuccessful attempt at getting Natalia to guess Die Hard, it is Y/N and Drew’s turn again. 

He pats her thigh as he takes her off of his lap. He stands and picks out a word. The Office. Oh, this was going to be easy. Ben starts the time and Drew forms a box with his fingers. “TV show,” she states, watching for his next move. He thinks about what to do. There are so many different things that he knows he can do to get her to guess, but he wants her to continue their streak of guessing it with the first gesture. He finally figures it out and a lightbulb goes off in his mind. He motions taking something that is being handed to him. “The Office,” she screams with excitement because she knows she got it right. She doesn’t wait for him to confirm her victory before she runs around the room. Drew knows the other two are going to ask for verification, so he holds the paper out for them. She runs back to his side, “He was acting out the scene where Pam gives Jim the lamp she just bought and Jim is just like, okay then.” Natalia and Ben look at each other. “You guys pick the most obscure moments to reference,” Nat says with raised eyebrows. One of Y/N’s shoulders rises, “What can I say? He just gets me.” Ben opens up the ottoman to take out a different game. “We aren’t playing this anymore. It’s not fair with the mind readers over there,” Ben informs. Drew chuckles, “You can pick out any game, but I promise we are going to win all of them because we know each other that well. Although, we won’t be as good as we are at charades.” This is how Natalia and Ben learned why almost all of Y/N’s other friends stopped coming to game night. Because there is no chance of winning against the combined forces of Y/N and Drew.

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[waywardwritesstuff]

HIIII!! How are you?

I was wondering if you could do a platonic rottmnt Donnie x reader one shot?/nf of course! Maybe like some comfort after reader has had a bad day.

I LOVE YOU!! remember to drink water!

-Axel <3

Bad days: ROTTMNT!Donnie X GN!Reader

ROTTMNT!Donnie X GN!Reader

Word count: 1k+

Looking left and right before removing the server grate I climb down the access hatch into a tunnel underneath New York. I pull up the straps on my back so that it doesn't scrape on the walls on my way down. I don't even look where I'm going, I just watch my feet as they splash through the puddles and scuff up some gravel with the heel of my shoe. Not even paying attention to which tunnels I'm turning down, I know where to go, my legs will just carry me.

My mind begins to wander to the events of today. School. Such a useless waste of time, the turtles are lucky they never have to go. They would never get tired or be told they fail because of a letter on a page. They wouldn't have to worry about fitting in or fitting out. They just get to live, even if it is in the shadows.

It's not all bad, I have April at school but she's busy and we don't share any classes. But she has my back when it counts. But...some days are just harder than others, and today seems to be that day.

As I come to the last tunnel I can hear the sounds of the guys, Leo is yelling about some skateboard trick and Raph is yelling back, telling him he'll crack his shell if he's not careful. 'He's such a mum' I think to myself, and it makes me smile.

I enter the lair and am witness to one hell of a stunt gone horribly wrong. I watch as Leo dives down the half-pipe doing a handstand on his skateboard. He makes it to the bottom before his weight tips the skateboard and he goes flying into the other side of the pipe. I cringe watching his head collide with the wood. Raph rushed over to him first and Mikey soon after. As usual, Raph is fussing but Leo says he's fine. Mikey looks stary eyed saying "My go! I want to try that" Raph starts to scold Mikey now and a big commotion starts up.

The noise is becoming too much so I sneak around them and head towards Donnie's room/lab. The door is shut but I can see that the lights are on. I know once, twice and whisper 'Donnie, it's me' and wait. A few seconds later in dramatic fashion the door is swinging open, and the light is flooding the floor at my feet. "Come in compadre," he says, and I step inside.

As usual his lab is a mess and his bed even more so. He has half working tech and circuit boards littered over his desk, he has papers and designs laid out on his bed, some even trailing onto to floor. I stare at the equations and diagrams but none of it makes sense to me. And that reminds me why I'm here in the first place. I'm here to see my friends after one of the crappiest days in school history.

Not knowing where to sit I stay awkwardly standing by the door, hugging my arms to myself. Donnie has already gone back to messing with some of his tech but his head perks up suddenly and he spins in his chair to look at where I'm standing.

"What happened?" He says bluntly.

I deter my eyes away from him.

"Judging by your attitude, your unusual quietness and the stiffness of your posture and the fact that you are still wearing your backpack I would say that you had a bad day at school"

Shrugging I still don't look at him as I say "I guess so"

Out of the corner of my eye I see him tilt his head at me. He begins muttering to himself, something fast under his breath, I only catch a few words 'doesn't want to talk' and 'maybe but I don't know'

I look at him now and he's still in full conversation with himself.

"Donnie?" He looks up at me

"Oh yes, right" he clears his throat.

"It seems you may be in need of a..." He pursues his lips, and he looks like he is trying to chew and swallow his tongue as he says, "a hug?"

I blink at him confused, Donnie doesn't do hugs, Donnie also doesn't really do touch. I don't want him to feel like he has to touch me just because I'm feeling down, does he feel obligated or something? No, he wouldn't, because he hasn't done it in the past.

"No, Donnie seriously it's fine. I'll be fine" I take a small step back and hug my elbows to my chest.

He looks down at the floor and then chews his lip "If you want to I'm offering. You can obviously say no, I know how important personal space is, believe me. But if you need one, then just this once I'm willing to give you one"

I look at him, I can see it's taking him a lot of effort to offer this, and I don't want to make him uncomfortable, but I really need this right now. I take a careful step forwards and then another. I unlatch my arms from around myself and open them in his direction. He does the same, and taking the last step, we wrap our arms around each other, his green ones around my tan ones.

His skin is cool and the scales littering his skin feel different in comparison to mine. It's not a bad difference it's just different.

I can hear his heart beat, slowly thumping against my chest. His breaths are a little shallow but I figured as much. He holds me really delicately, like I'm something precious and it's enough to make me want to cry. I squeeze him tighter one last time and let go.

Looking at him, I smile and say "Thank you Donnie, that meant a lot" he puts a hand on the back of his neck and cuffs

"Oh it was nothing" he smiles back at me. Then returning to his usual self he turns back to his desk and calls me over to take a look at his newest invention.

I hope you enjoyed this, it was a little short I'm sorry but I still hope you liked it. Again sorry it took so long

[nebulablakemurphy]

Through Love And By Love (Pt. 1)

Draco Malfoy x Fem!OC

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished.

Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding the use of the imperius curse, reader discretion advised.

“If you ask me, the most mishandled aspect of the wizarding war, will always be Rosanna McVay’s tragic entanglement to the Malfoy family.” The reporter’s voice booms over the radio.

“Oi, give it a rest.” Their cohost retorts.

“That girl was bred like cattle, she lost her entire life to that family. She fell in love with a monster and Draco Malfoy fell in love with the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He enjoys her the way a child does a toy.”

“And that is where we disagree. Draco Malfoy sold his soul to the devil, to save Rosanna McVay; and it’s people like you that’ve forced the reopening of this case, after over twenty years!”

“Pish, posh, the trial was rushed and we all know it. The imperius charm is listed as an unforgivable curse for a reason. The minister for magic, at present, recognizes that in a way that Kingsley Shacklebolt failed to.”

“Hermione Granger-Weasley would not open this can of worms of her own accord, but given the recent outcry, her hands are tied.”

Hermione. Rosanna’s best friend since childhood.

“Scorpius.” Another voice calls, not from the radio. This time addressing him directly.

“Mum, I was just-” the boy begins to defend himself.

Rosanna smiles, kindly. “Finish getting ready for the train, it’s almost time to go.”

“Why are we leaving so early?” The train back to school doesn’t leave for hours.

“We’re driving down this year.”

“Driving?” They’ve always taken the floo.

“Photographers from the paper expect us to come through the floo network. This way will be better, less hectic.” Rosanna explains. “Plus, we have a chance for car karaoke.”

“Right,” Scorpius chokes out. Car karaoke…as if she and his father haven’t been running mad, meeting with lawyers, to clear Draco’s name from crimes committed, against her, more than two decades ago.

Rosanna leaves him to it. Scorpius is number five of their six children. The rest daughters, ranging in age from two to twenty-one.

Their eldest, Leo, followed in her mother’s footsteps, as a proud Gryffindor. Joining the Holyhead Harpies after finishing school.

The second born, Arlo, a Ravenclaw; graduated with honors.

Followed closely by the twins, Vega, Gryffindor and Polaris, Slytherin.

Scorpius joined her, in their father’s former house.

And little Corina is far too young to be sorted.

Draco is still in the kitchen, when Rosanna returns. Corina in her high chair, demanding more scrambled eggs, faster than her father can serve her. Pouting unhappily as she waits.

Rosanna passes a hand over her strawberry blonde baby curls, the same shade as her own hair. Making her way over to her husband, leaning against the counter beside the stove.

“What is it, love?” Draco murmurs, feeling the heaviness in the air around her.

“Scorpius…he was listening to the radio. A talk show.”

“Mmm.” Draco hums, in acknowledgment. “They’ll be on about it in the common rooms as well, I suppose. At least he has Albus, Polaris. Vega will have Arlene and Rose, if she needs someone in her house to-”

Rosanna nods, coming to wrap both arms around his waist and resting her head against the expanse between his shoulder blades.

It’s never been this bad. No one following them to snap a photo or beating at the manor doors demanding answers.

In many ways, their story demands attention for it’s riveting and…controversial nature. Perhaps because there are only two people in the world who know what happened in its entirety.

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Rosanna McVay transfers, from Ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry, to Hogwarts at the beginning of her third year. Entirely against her wishes and as a result of her parents, Archer and Dixie, transferring to higher positions within the Ministry of Magic.

"This will be a good change, baby, you'll see." Her mother promises.

At Ilvermorny, students are placed into houses based on the four carvings of the great hall and which reacts to the student in question. The houses represent one part of an entire wizard. Rosanna herself being a proud Pukwudgie, the heart.

Leaving her life, namely her friends and grandmother, who she's always shared a special bond with, to move part way across the world; is the hardest thing Rosanna has ever done. Then again change is never easy.

Once at Hogwarts, she's placed into Gryffindor, the moment the sorting hat touches her strawberry blonde locks.

Rosanna makes new friends among her house mates. Most famously with Ron, Hermione, and Harry; all in her year.

When Rosanna is forced to partner with Draco Malfoy on a class assignment, things go down hill quickly from there.

Fate is tricky that way. Tricky and cruel.

Draco is different. He’s rough around the edges and sharp enough to cut deep where he wants to.

He doesn’t have time for her, the half blood transfer student with whom he’s forced to share half of his grade.

He picks her apart, wondering just how many times he’ll send her off, lip quivering, before the nutter of a professor will stop pairing them together.

But the two of them receive top marks once, twice, three times, four. Rosanna is a good partner, though Draco will never admit it. She works hard and with practice, learns to ignore his jabs.

Until the day she doesn’t. Slapping the quill from his hand, leaving blotches of dark ink on the parchment.

“You’re an asshole.” Rosanna snaps, “I’m getting a new partner.”

“Go right ahead.” Draco waves her away. There’s nothing she can say to the professor that he hasn’t already tried.

A few moments later she returns to the desk, fuming.

“Not getting a new partner after all, McVay?” Draco welcomes her back, with a smug grin.

“Maybe if we start flunking this class he’ll reconsider.”

“You should never cut off your nose to spite your face.” Draco reminds her, “or do they not teach that in America?”

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It becomes a bit of a sport really, getting under her skin. And oh how he does, like a school boy, tugging at his sweetheart’s hair on the playground.

"Do you like butter beer?" Malfoy asks as they're packing up their books for next period.

“Not after you’ve poisoned it.” Rosanna rolls her eyes.

Those big, brown, eyes that send Draco’s insides to a frenzy. If he could… Just once… just to get her out of his system-

"Hogsmeade has the best, straight from the tap." Draco holds her gaze. “Seeing as we’re clearly going to be working together through the end of this year, what harm could one butter beer do?”

His proximity makes her nervous, he can feel it.

Just one time, Rosanna reasons. Just to get him out of her system. “Fine.”

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They kiss, for the first time, behind the little Hogsmeade pub. Realizing too late that they won’t be able to stop.

Kissing Rosanna is brilliant, sweet, like nectar from a forbidden fruit. All swollen lips and flushed cheeks as she pulls away, panting.

“This is a mistake,” she breathes.

“Clearly,” Draco agrees.

But for whatever reason they lean in again.

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This new…tolerance of one another is shocking to their classmates and friends.

“Not to worry about her filthy blood, Draco.” Theodore Nott calls, from his spot lunging on the settee of the Slytherin common room. “I’m sure you can clean it right out of her.”

The room erupts into laughter; hushed whispers follow.

She is one hell of a half blood.

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The Yule Ball presents a unique opportunity for Draco to disappoint his father. He’s going to ask Rosanna, because the thought of Potter’s hands on her waist makes him want to come out of his skin.

Nothing serious though, of course. Lots of purebloods have been known to fool around with those of lesser status before settling down. This was just that.

At least that’s what Draco tells himself as he hand picks a dress for his date. Slipping it into a over sized box and slamming it down on the Gryffindor table, in the great hall, during breakfast.

“Draco?” Rosanna spits up a bit of her pumpkin juice.

“It’s for you to wear to the ball,” he explains. “With me.”

Rosanna shakes her head with a smirk. “Asshole.”

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The night of the Yule Ball they dance until sun up, their feet ache and exhaustion paints their features.

“Thank you for tonight.” Rosanna whispers against his shoulder. She knows this isn’t forever.

“Thank you.” This night, and every night after belongs to her.

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The formation of Dumbledore's Army and the addition of Dolores Umbridge to Hogwarts; creates a unique divide between Draco and Rosanna. Draco takes his place on the inquisitorial squad and Rosanna trains with Harry and their friends, in the room of requirement.

The night they are caught and forced to write lines with Dolores’ special quills, Draco nearly Avadas the old witch.

"Let's see your hand,” Draco snaps. Coming to collect Rosanna the moment they are dismissed.

"It's fine." Rosanna shakes her head at him. "Doesn't hurt."

“You’re lying, let me see.” He insists, consumed by the urge to kiss her wounds; letter for letter.

That’s probably why Lucius finally demands to meet her.

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Winter break comes, Rosanna spends the night after Christmas at Malfoy manor. This life simply isn’t for her.

Perhaps that’s why Draco’s parents have allowed her there. To finally scare her away, once and for all.

Though she must admit, if only to herself, that Draco doesn’t really belong here either.

The boy in question creeps into the guest room, where Rosanna is planning her escape. Maybe she’ll tell them she has food poisoning and needs to return home early.

“What are you doing?” Rosanna’s brows furrow at the intrusion.

"Come on." Draco whispers, "there’s something I need to show you." He takes Rosanna's hand, leading her down a number of staircases to the lowest level. It's pitch black save for the light coming from the tip of Draco's wand.

"Are you ready to tell me what the hell it is?" She huffs.

"What do you know about prophecies?" Draco asks.

"Not a lot, but I'm sure you're gonna educate me." Rosanna leans in with renewed interest.

"They're derived from seers, a form of divination. Some are rubbish, the ministry doesn't bother with those. Others are kept in the hall of prophecies." Draco pauses, making sure he hasn't overloaded her with information.

"Following." Rosanna nods, listening intently.

"Only a person about whom a prophecy is made has the ability to remove it from the hall. Same as the prophecy will only speak for those it pertains to. My father keeps it down here." The fair haired boy explains.

"Your dad has a prophecy?" Rosanna asks, tightening the ponytail atop her head.

"No, I do. He brought me down to the ministry last week." Draco moves toward the locked box, on the center shelf of the stained oak bookcase, against the back wall. Producing a crystal ball with white glowing dust inside.

"They call across land and sea." A voice fills the room, the second it touches his hand.

Rosanna cringes when Draco places it into her palm.

"Just listen." He hushes her. Watching in wonder as it continues to speak.

"Born from the dark, through she, redeemed. Born from the dirt, through he, blossoms. Through love and by love, castles will crumble. A lion heart, tried and true; chooses a side the other must lose." The disembodied voice finishes.

"What does it mean?" Rosanna all but tosses the crystal back into its box.

"I was hoping you'd help me riddle that out." Malfoy purses his lips.

The girl wraps both arms around herself, tightly.

"I haven't told my father what it says. I wanted you to hear it first." Draco tells her.

"Do you really think it’s about us?" Rosanna doesn't understand, not really. But she can feel, in her bones, that no good will come from this.

"It spoke for you, same as it did for me. We need to sort out what it means before it's too late." Draco says. "We'll go back to your room and get started."

Part 2

[sealofarchives]

Headcanon mini-scenario: Last Minute Valentine's Day

I didn't have time to work on a valentine's day themed oneshot so most of this won't be edited (separate)

Raph

Used to help Mikey with getting materials for valentine's days cards during their turtle tot days. But, mostly spends the day checking and fixing on the teddy bear plushies he stored in a box or a few in his room

Usually spends a day or two, making your gift and for the others before Valentine's Day

Always worried if you don't like the gift (even for birthday gifts, but you responding with a grin after seeing it, slowly gets rid of the doubt.)

Sometimes wears pink since the color goes well with red

Very happy when you get him a gift but gradually becomes a blushing mess if you suddenly ask him for a kiss

Leo

He's aware of the day but, has mixed feelings since Splinter always bingewatches a marathon of rom com movies (The red slider turtle often tunes out and tries to hang out with you, so he can keep his mind off of the boring films)

Still sort of the last minute type of guy, usually getting Mikey's help with a gift

Tries to play it cool if you give him a gift (still ecstatic about it by the time you go back home)

Sort of prefers, just walking around the block and light conversations if you decide to tag along with him

Has a photo album on his phone with you and him themed towards Valentine's Day

(Donnie is the only one that knows this after fixing his phone from a dare. Because Leo forgot to set the photos to hidden. But, he still gives some subtle advice for more fun photo ideas. Sometimes, following it if you wanted to check out a new place.)

Donnie

Mostly busy until one of brothers, April, or you mention that day

Sometimes plan a week's in advance making something for you. Often handwriting on a piece of paper with pen in cursive. You usually get more descriptive poems from him.

(He mostly uses one sentence for platonic valentine cards for his brothers and April. And sometimes, April teases him about it. Which he often shrugs but, still waits for your reaction to said poem)

He had a few gifts going past the valentine's day deadline, so most of them are on hold (but, ends up forgetting about it so he tries to keep the gifts simple for future notice)

He definitely have a sweet tooth for chocolates but, likes dark chocolate the most

He kept most of your valentine's day gifts (usually papers and small trinkets) in his desk (thankfully the only way to get it open is through his voice activation password but, he set on that day so... he's still not the best with thinking up creative strong passwords lol)

Mikey

Its either arts and crafts or following a recipe to heart themed food

More excited if you want to join him on the fun

And if you had some unpleasant past experiences from valentine's day, he totally gets it. And will focus on making sure you're comfortable around him

Usually asks for your opinion, if he can't decide on two choices (example: making chocolate hearts or creating cheesy valentine day cards)

Always love gifts that are from the heart or thought put into it

[nerves-nebula]

April and Casey’s turn now. Featuring: Maybe Mikey needs to talk to his therapist about his violent outbursts.

——

April and Leo got to the hospital as quick as they could, all of Donnie’s paperwork in tow. April immediately ran for Raph and Mikey, pulling them into her arms and holding them tight.

“Are you guys okay? Do you need anything?” She asked.

Raph and Mikey both shook their heads. They pulled away from her, coming over to Leo, who was clutching her backpack like a life vest.

“Leo?”

“I- I didn’t know what to do.” She whimpered, pulling open the bag, “I grabbed all the paperwork and some water and snacks. I got your wallet, too, Mikey. You left it.” She dug through the bag, practically trembling with anxiety, “I-I got some snacks for you guys at store, so brought some of those and- and-“

“Leo.” Raph reached out, grabbing her hand, “Talk to us.”

She choked on a sob, forcing herself to hold it back.

“I didn’t know what else to do with them.” She finally admitted.

“Do with what?”

She opened the small side pocket on her backpack, pulling out three pieces of identical cardstock, folded perfectly into thirds. The purple tinted paper had light embossing and a subtle geometric pattern printed on.

“He wrote these for us.” She said, “I- I didn’t want to throw them away. If… if something goes wrong… I didn’t want to… to not have them.” She held them out.

“I don’t want that!” Mikey snapped, “You- you’re talking like he’s not gonna make it or something! He’s not actually dead, Leo!”

“I know, but-“

“No buts!” He shoved past and plopped down in his chair again, “We are going to sit here and wait and the doctor is going to come out and say Donnie is fine and everything will be okay!”

Raph put a hand on Leo’s shoulder, guiding him to sit a row away from Mikey, back where Casey was waiting. April, however, sat down with him.

“You know that’s not what Leo meant.” She told him.

He didn’t answer, glaring at the magazines on the center table like they had poisoned his brother.

“Just because you’re upset and things are scary doesn’t mean you get to hurt Leo.” She told him, “Leo didn’t make Donnie do this. We’re all scared, Mikey. We haven’t dealt with anything like this before.”

Mikey still didn’t answer. If he wasn’t careful, he might actually glare a hole into the table.

April sighed, sitting back and throwing her arm over the back of his chair, an open invite for a hug if he wanted one.

She pulled out her phone, trying to scroll through her socials, but seeing other people shitposting and having fun only made her feel worse.

She opened her recent tabs, closing the apps left on in the background…

She hovered over the messages.

Mikey had called her in a panic, so she’d missed some texts from Raph and Casey. Leo had eventually texted her as well, telling her that she was waiting outside for her.

But before that she had…

Donnie Boy: Hey April, I left something for you in your bike’s sidebag. Don’t worry, I wrapped it in plastic so it wouldn’t get ruined if it rained. Check when you get the chance, okay? Love you.

Her own note sat in her jacket pocket, still wrapped in the ziploc she’d received it in. She hadn’t taken it out yet. She hadn’t had the chance. She had just been leaving for work when Mikey called her.

It felt like a brick, sitting there against her thigh. She was scared to open it. That note was the last thing her baby brother had given her, wrapped in a perfect little package just for her. If she didn’t open it, she couldn’t know what it said. Maybe it said nothing.

Across from them, she watched Raph open his.

A minute later, he slumped forward, holding his head in his hands as he cried. Casey carefully took the note from him, folding it back and tucking it into his own jacket before wrapping his arms around Raph and holding him.

Leo was disassociating. Her eyes were vacant, her expression hollow, as she stared into middle space. Her fingers idly pulled at her skirt, her claws digging into the fabric hard enough that April could see it starting to wear.

Mikey got up and went over to them. He grabbed Leo’s backpack, digging through the pockets and tossing a couple things aside before he found what he was looking for. It was a stim toy, one they usually kept with them for Donnie. He took Leo’s hands and shoved the toy into them, taking her skirt and tugging on it to get it away from her claws and smooth it down.

He then came back over to April, sitting down with less anger than before, but still unhappy. He flopped against her side, letting her embrace him.

—

When the doctor finally came out to talk with them, April had to lightly shake Mikey awake. She and Casey weren’t allowed into the back, but they understood and promised to wait.

So they sat in the waiting room.

“April?”

She looked at Casey, taking in how he looked. His hair had never been particularly nice, but it was even worse now, looking like a tangled mess from how much he’d been running his fingers through it. His legs were bouncing with nervous energy. He wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore, either, having given it to Raph.

He looked weirdly small without it. Or maybe that was just the situation.

She grabbed him, pulling him into a tight hug, burying her face into his greasy hair, and finally let go. She cried, clinging tight to the only person she left she didn’t have to be strong for. The guys needed her, but Casey was different.

She knew he was crying, too. Her shoulder was wet with his tears and probably a bit of snot, but she didn’t care. They’d grown to be close friends and she’d rather he cried with her than hide it.

Like she’d been.

“Did he write one for you?” She asked.

He nodded against her shoulder.

“Do you want to read ours together?”

He nodded again.

She guided them back to the seats, pulling the note from her pocket. Casey pulled an identical one from his own, holding out his arm to her for her to lean on.

They read in silence.

—

The boys came back out half an hour later.

“They’ve got him sleeping right now.” Raph said, “They want to keep him under watch for a couple days, make sure the stuff he drank is out of his system.”

“Leo tried to punch a nurse.” Mikey chuckled, rubbing his eyes, “They accidentally misgendered Don.”

Leo did not look apologetic.

“They’re gonna bring him to the mental ward.” Raph continued, “Hold him for a week or so to get him started on some kind of recovery plan. Gonna work on getting him started on medicine and get a psychiatrist.”

April nodded.

“They said we can come back tomorrow to visit.” Mikey told them, “But just us. They still won’t allow you guys in.”

“That’s okay.” Casey smiled, “We’ll still be here if you want us to.”

…

——

Not sure where to go from here other than just, y’know, the actual incarceration of a mentally ill and suicidal patient.

But I’m not ready to unpack that particular part of my own trauma yet.

-Monster Anon

ugh sorry for not responding when i got this yesterday i got OVERWHELMED and then had shit to do but basically: FUCK!!! OWW augAHGH AGHAG I'm having a BLAST with these guGHH

one thing that caught my eye was when raph said "Leo didn’t make Donnie do this." because like- OK SO- while that is accurate and correct I feel like Mikey would be really pissed off and immediately jump to "YES SHE DID" because like-

Leo is the one who reminded Donnie how useless and worthless he was every day of their childhood together. Leo's the one who reinforced the self hatred. sure, Splinter ignored and abused Donnie too, but he wouldn't have gotten half as bad as he did without Leo's incessant cruelty.

I know, very angsty of me, but I think Mikey would probably lash out in this moment and insist that Leo is at least partially at fault for this, because saying sorry doesn't change how drenched Donnie's mind is in self hatred and pain specifically because of Leo.

I just think that would be. so funnnnnnn, and if I get around to writing my version of this over the summer I'm definitely including that.

anywho- casey and april bonding is ery <<<333

[beetleviolet]

(To tune of Spiderman theme song) Raaat-man, raaat-man, does whatever a rat can! From his master learns to fight. Takes down shredder with a single bite. Look out! Here comes

SPLINTER (and origin story)

So I've done minimal research on rats. Like very minimal. Like I know that 1. One breed of rats that are pets are called Fancy Rats (which would be the greatest thing ever if not for fact two) 2. Apparently father rats carry baby rats on their backs. So I will absolutely be drawing that at some point.

Also I accidently used a pen that bleeds so I couldn't color some of the images 😭

But anyway I made Splinter a white and gray rat because uhhh I felt like it. And isn't he cute??? (Yes. The answer is yes.)

Splinter grew up a rat and was the pet of Hamato Yoshi, a ninja master from Japan with the mission to defeat the Foot Clan. Yoshi was asked by a friend to hide a canister of mutagan. The Shredder was after it and it would be awful if he got his hands on it. Unfortunately, the Shredder found out and showed up at Yoshi's apartment complex. It was a long fight, in which it was revealed that the man who had given Yoshi the canister had been killed. Anyway there is an epic fight scene and Yoshi ends up being taken down. They ransacked the room before finally checking Splinter's cage, where the canister was hidden in some sort of rat cage toy thingy under shredded paper and stuff.

Shredder opens the cage and Splinter bites his hand. So Shredder does the natural thing and bitch slaps Splinter and the entire fucking cage out the open window right behind it. This is when it falls onto some sort of moving truck for a turtle sanctuary. This is how I justify using wildly unique turtle species from all over the US, one of which is deaf and wildly endangered. The canister lands on the street and breaks, mutating the turtles and Splinter. Splinter grabs the turtles and runs into the sewers.

Splinter struggled a lot with his kids when they were younger. It was risky to leave them alone, but he had to go to the surface to get food and supplies. As the kids get older its easier to leave them at home, even take them with him sometimes. He is super careful, but at some point Leonardo and Donatello end up getting out on their own. This is what leads to.. the incident (I'm being so cryptic I'm so sorry) (oh wait no I'm not im enjoying this quite a bit)

Things became harder after that. Leo was super scared of his Dad leaving the sewers, and even more scared of leaving them himself, so Splinter went out for groceries when the kids were asleep or got Raph to distract Leo for a couple hours. As they got older they got better. Leo goes out to the surface on a regular basis for errands, so Splinter assumes he's doing great now! (Cough he uh. He's really not.)

After witnessing Rise Splinter, I really wanted to give the boys a positive role model, but I also knew he has to have flaws so. Uh.

Splinter is a good Dad. He takes care of his kids, knows them well, and loves them to bits. However, he just isn't a good teacher. He doesn't know how to hold back in criticisms, which totally reflected on Leo whenever he leads training. Raph tries to compensate by being super nice and supportive, even when he doesn't mean it. It kinda skews the dynamic when Splints is in teacher-mode. Splinter also applies this style of criticism to himself and is super hard on himself about the death of his mentor/owner, Hamato Yoshi. This reflects on his kids more than he realizes, particularly Donnie, and I plan to explore this sometime at the end of or right after the first arc of the comic. Which... we won't get to for a WHILE.

I still need to develope Splints a little more, but since in the present comic we haven't met him, I figured I have some time to work out the kinks.

When he's training his kids call him Sensei, but otherwise they call him Dad, or when they were little they called him Papa. His signing style may be the best next to Leo, his hands are a little quieter and softer most of the time.

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 16

Various! Splatoon manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.3k

Back to the start! Previous Next

“Hey, hey, look!”

You barely have time to breathe after walking through the door of your new home before Leo’s shoving his phone in your face.

He kept moving it around, making it impossible to read the screen.

“We got invited to a party! Starts at 6 tonight!”

Oh. people.

“Who’s all going?”

“Uhh, no idea who’s hosting it, but I heard it should be mostly strong players?”

Ugh, seriously? Those are usually the worst people to be around. Most of them are so stuck-up and arrogant. Well, you suppose that if it’s just a bunch of randos, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to maybe find some new opponents. Your team could always use new sacrifices to test out new techniques in battle. And you won’t have to feel bad about it, with how their personalities usually are. Putting them in their places is always so fun.

You let out a small sigh, and agree to going - not like he was really offering since the beginning. As long as Milo, Tasha and him are going, you should be fine, right?

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Wrong.

It’s now 6:08, and it’s so damn loud. The songs may be decent, almost like a 2010’s party mix is what you could best compare it to, but it shook the whole house. You weren’t expecting this many people, either. The lights are off, but there are tons of colored party lights and even a disco ball.

(Optional song.)

You grabbed Milo’s hand to ground yourself, and he held yours comfortably tight, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles soothingly. There wasn’t much else he could do, but you appreciated his effort. Though, it didn’t help all that much. It’s hard to get distracted and grounded when the source of your uncomfortableness is making its way through all of your senses. At least there was one that you could control, and that was food.

You squeezed your way through the crowd, making your way over to the snack area to find something you liked. Holy carp, that’s a lot of food. You grab one of the paper plates and throw on some stuff that you like, grabbing one of the canned drinks to wash the food down.

Wait, where’s Milo?

You begin to look around nervously, he shouldn’t be that hard to spot, being as tall as he is. Same goes for Tasha. Though Leo’s completely lost in the crowd, no luck finding him unless he decides to make a scene. Which isn’t unlikely.

You can’t search by color, since the lights are all weird, so you look for shape instead. You spot a quick reflection of light right around where his face height would be, then you see his spiky hair.

‘Okay, good. He’s right there. This is fine.’

As long as you know that you can spot him at any time, that eases your nerves. You hold the cold can in your hand tightly, taking a deep breath in.

Yeah, this isn’t your type of thing. You manage to push through and talk to a couple of people that approach you, and you quietly sing to some of your favorite songs once you get a little more comfortable. Anarchy Rainbow, Bomb Rush Blush, and Callimari Inkantation, to name a few. They had a lot of nice, upbeat tunes. But, as expected, it starts to feel way too loud again, and this time you try to find a way out. You need to escape, even just for a bit, before you start to feel too overwhelmed again.

You climb up the stairs to the second floor, and notice that the sound is definitely more drowned out up here. You open a couple of doors, trying to find the washroom. You mostly just find a couple of spare rooms with beds. One of the rooms was completely decked out with Dj-like stuff on the walls, but it seems the kit was missing. Guess that’s what they’re using downstairs.

You open another door and, man, this is nowhere near anything you could have ever expected.

Four cephalopods stare back at you. There’s one sitting on a beanbag chair, in front of a tv, playing some video game. Squid Racer, you’d recognize the characters and OST any day with how often Leo likes to play. There’s another at a table, who’s writing down in his manual. The third is sitting near the tv, with a lollipop in hand. You could have guessed that he was watching the other one play Squid Racer just before you walked in. The last one is now right in front of you.

“Hey, sweetheart! You did get my message! I’m glad you came~I was afraid you wouldn’t show,” He throws on a fake pout, but quickly replaces it with a friendly smile, “What brings you up here?”

“Leo showed me the invite, I had no idea you were the one throwing the party. Should have guessed, though.” You avoid the last question, not wanting to seem weak in front of such strong players.

“Aw, not happy to see me?”

“Nono, I am, I just wasn’t expecting to find you guys here, is all!” You wave your hands dismissively, trying to prove your point. You can’t look at them directly, this is way too much to handle right now.

He gently puts a hand on your upper back, in a way that silently asks if you’re okay with it. You allow it, and he brings you into the room and closes the door. You immediately take note of how much quieter it is in this room specifically, it’s almost like this room is made for this.

“Ya wanna stay in here for a bit? Parties can get pretty loud and overwhelming, I get it.”

Of course. Of course, somebody of this skill level would see right through you, you should have expected that.

You let the smile drop from your face for a second, and slump down to the ground to relax. The coldness of the ground feels so nice, this is exactly what you needed.

“Thanks ‘loha. Seriously, I mean it.”

He doesn’t question the nickname, he must have misheard you. He’s a little surprised at how casual you seem, but it might just be because of how you’re feeling.

“ ‘Course! Where are your teammates? They ditch ya? I’ll kick their-”

“No, no, they’re having fun. They were all hanging out with other people, making friends n stuff - hopefully, - and I don’t wanna ruin that for them.”

“They’re terrible teammates if they don’t help you out when you’re in need of it.”

“Nah, my teammates are awesome and would do anything for each other. …That’s exactly it, though, I want them to enjoy themselves and not have to worry about me.”

You wonder if maybe there is something bigger than this, another reason at the back of your mind. Do you not want to seem weak? You shake your head, 

“I wasn’t doing too bad, I got away before it started to really suck.” You get up, dusting yourself off, then go sit next to Skull on the couch. Not right next to him, obviously, but there’s a comfortable distance.

“As long as you’re feelin’ better.”

Mask finally finishes his round, and he leaves the in-game lobby. You tilt your head in curiosity, wondering why he’s leaving. There’s no way in sub-weapon hell that he’s going to actually join the party, you know that for a fact.

Instead, he looks back at you, then gestures to the beanbag chair a little farther off in the corner. You clue in, and go grab the chair, and set up next to him. He’s already grabbed the second controller, and waits for you to get comfortable before handing it over.

“Hope you knoooow I’m not going eaaaasy on you.”

“Better not, ‘cause kicking your ass won’t feel as good.”

You shoot him a playful smirk, and you let the round begin.

This is so much better than being downstairs. 

Next part

May.12.23

[leomlarson]

eavesdrop + pax

"Okay, you've got two minutes to fill me in your life and then I need to get back to these outlines."

Leo laughed, shaking his head incredulously at his youngest sister, whose head was just barely visible through the little FaceTime box on his phone. He could imagine her phone lost among a pile of books scattered around her bed. "Two minutes, seriously? You can't even carve out five for your brother?"

"Not with these professors up my ass. You try going to law school, see how you like it. Two minutes, Leo, deadass."

"Okay, okay! I mean, I don't even know where to start, like..."

"Oh my god, why am I always having to make decisions for you? Okay, tell me what's going on you with your boyfriend," Emmy said, her voice turning sing songy and derisive on the last word.

"Are you twelve? You literally have a boyfriend."

"Tommy doesn't give a fuck. Do you, Tommy?"

Leo heard a tinny, distant, 'I don't care. Hi, Leo' through the phone.

"Hi Tommy," Leo replied, waving even though he knew no one would see it. "Okay, yeah. Two minutes. Pax."

"It's been really good. Like, really good. We see each other, like, three or four times a week? And then FaceTime pretty much every night when we don't see each other even if it's just to say goodnight. We've been trying to keep the, like, proper date thing going every other week or something like that — last weekend we went up to LA and he just showed me around the spots he used to go to when he lived up there and hit up a couple of his favorite places — but I kinda think the best part of it is that he can just come over in his PJs and we can make dinner and just, like, exist around each other, you know? It feels like he just kinda slotted into my life perfectly and it was just...easy. Like, I don't know. I keep waiting for the honeymoon phase to be over but my brain's still all up in fuckin' cloud cuckoo land.

And I don't know... it feels like he's opening up to me more? And like, I'm doing it with him too. You know I don't like talking about dad that much, but I've started telling Pax a little bit more about him and mom and all of her shit...and he just, like, really listens, you know? And, like, I'm not gonna tell you that much about it because it's none of your business—" Emmy scoffed on the other end, "—but he had this accident when he was a kid? And I didn't really know how to ask about it for a while but sometimes we just talk and talk and talk and it goes everywhere and that stuff just kinda comes up."

"So what you're telling me is that it's good. You could've just said that," Emmy deadpanned.

"Bitch, you told me I had two minutes!"

"Yeah, and now you've got ten more seconds so you'll have five by the end of this sentence to go on your usual tangent about his eyes and his nose and his freckles—"

"Okay, I get it, fuck you."

"Fuck you." Leo watched some papers shift over the camera, and the top half of Emmy's head finally popped into the frame. "Alright, your two minutes are up. You're such a gross loverboy and I'm very glad you're happy and I love you okay bye."

By the time Leo's mouth was opening to say goodbye, she'd already hung up. Laughing, he turned off his phone and tossed it further down the bed. "Asshole."

@paxton-brady

[alt-froggy13]

My Lovely Enemy

no ones POV  (watched the first season and movie and catching up on season 2 :D )

"it's hard to believe the science teacher gave me a B- because I doodled on the paper" Y/N said taking a sip from their slushie "it was just a drawing, and a good one to"  April said, the two were currently walking down the streets of New York at night, the two haven't hung out in awhile an decided to after school today, since it was a Friday  "say, why did we stop hanging out anyway?"  Y/N asks, April hums  "I'm not sure, maybe just 'cause of school, i mean middle school was hard for you"  April takes a bite out of her pizza "my god this is so good"  she says, Y/N chuckles  "I mean it's New York, they always have good pizza"  Y/N takes another sip of their slushie  "let's go this way, I've gone through here a lot, it's kinda creepy but it's a faster way to our apartment"  April said going through a small alley way as Y/N followed, still sipping on the drink, the two get out of the alleyway and see their apartment building in the distance  "see! a shortcut, we'll be there in 5 minutes, at most"  April smiles  "hmm, your right, if we didn't take this way we would have to walk thirty-minutes"  Y/N says throwing away their empty cup in a trash can, as the two are walking, Y/N can't help but feel anxious "why am i anxious?" they think to themself, they look around but see nothing  "it's probably just me, hopefully"   they continue to walk until Y/N feel's like their being watched  "April, I don't like this"  they whisper  "I know, i feel it to"  April whispers while cautiously looking around while picking up her pace, Y/N does the same, Y/N then hears another persons footsteps  "i think people are following us"  Y/N starts to panic, April takes out her phone texted some people

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April: GUYS HELP SOMEONES FOLLOWING ME AND MY FRIEND!!!

Leo!: WHAT??

Raph: WE'LL BE THERE IN 5

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April lets out a shaky breath as Y/N looks behind them to find no one  "this is freaking me out"  they whisper  "I know but I have a few friends who-"  April gets cut off by some big man grabbing her and covering her mouth "HEY WHAT ARE YOU-"  Y/N gets cut off by someone doing the same thing to them "HEY LET ME GO!"  Y/N swings their head back hitting the person behind them in the nose, Y/N turns around in a fighting stance"what the-  why does this dude have a foot on his face?" Y/N gets snapped out of their thinking when the bigger dude comes over and grabs them from behind and tapes their mouth "stop squirming, it'll be easier for us and you"  he says, the other dude stand up and punches Y/N  "that's for hitting me, now-" the man gets interrupted by getting kicked by Y/N , four people then jump down Y/N turns their head to see human like turtles "let 'em go!" the red one yells, Y/N, now being confused, gets thrown on the ground and hits their head, April manages to get herself untied and goes to Y/N "hey! don't close your eyes, you gotta keep 'em open okay?!"  April says with a nervous voice, slapping Y/N's face lightly to keep them awake  "hey instead of slapping my face, how about you untie me?!"  Y/N yells as April nods an unties them, as April does so, Y/N watches the fight between the turtles and foot faced men  "what the hell did i do to deserve this"  Y/N mumbles "at least my friends are helping"  April says finally getting the rope off Y/N's hands  "my god that hurt, wait did you say friends?"  Y/N says, Aprils puts her hand over their mouth "yes, now your taking this calmly and please continue, they're good people!"  April then helps Y/N up as they go hide in a alley  "this is fucking crazy! how long have you known these guys?"  Y/N asks  "about a few years now"  April says nervously  "a few years? I thought we agreed to not keep secrets from each other"  Y/N says "we did but I didn't know how you would react, your kinda hard to read" April says,  Y/N rolls their eyes and scoffs  "but still we made a promise, i told you things and you've told me things, I just, nevermind"  Y/N says with anger in their voice  "well...at least we got saved...sorry for not telling you"  April scoots toward Y/N giving Y/N a nudge "c'mon you gotta admit, your not mad"  April smiles,  Y/N smirks while rolling their eyes  "yeah yeah, but still"  Y/N said hugging April,  the two stop hugging when someone gets thrown it the alley  "oh sorry!...you two okay?"  a turtle with an orange bandana asks  "yeah were fine Mikey, thank you guys" April smiles patting the turtles head  "oooh who's your friend April!"  Y/N turns to see a turtle with a blue bandana  "oh this is Y/N! they help me with science and history at first and then we started to hang out"  April puts her hand on her hip as Y/N waves nervously, a big turtle lands in front of them "hello! my names Raphael but please call me Raph"  he puts his hand out, Y/N hesitantly shakes his hand  "nice to meet you...i'm Y/N"  Raph smiles  "well then, that's Leo, Mikey, and Donnie!"  Raph says pointing to the other three  "greetings"  Y/N says still weirded out about the whole situation "they seem nice"  Y/N thinks to themself  "see! their awesome,  people would usually freak out a run away by now"  April says, wrapping her arm around Y/N's shoulder "mhm i bet, especially after nearly being kidnapped, which by the way, thank you for that"  Y/N says tiredly  "anytime!"  Mikey said, one of them were texting on their phone "what's that?"  Y/N asks  "oh, it's my tech staff"  Donnie says keeping his eyes on his phone "rude can't look at the person talking to you?"  Y/N thinks furrowing her eyebrows a bit "well anywaaay, we're gonna head back home"  Leo said  "oh is it alright if we come?"  April says "we? oh god i just wanna go to bed"  Y/N thinks to themself  "yeah! but we will have to introduce Y/N to Splinter" Raph says  "Splinter?"  Y/N says looking at April  "it's their dad" April says, Y/N nods and follows April in the turtles to their home.

[urmomsspeciallady]

Chapter Two- we've been here before

sign of the times - harry styles

POV: Kenneth McCormick

It's always the same, always the fucking same. God has some shitty sense of creativity, that’s for sure, but I've gotten used to it by now.

I swing my legs off the side of my bed as I look into my subpar-mirror. I'm still in my parka, still in my jeans, and still in my boots. How the hell did I sleep with boots on? Then again, how the hell did I wake up?

I walk up to my mirror, checking for anything different. I tilt my head in a few different angles and to no avail I seem perfectly fine. Freckles and handsome features, if I do say so myself, all in tackt.

Atop the mirror, covering some cracked pieces, sat a brightly colored paper. I peel it off and feel my heart melt.

Today is going to be an amazing day! - Butters

( ＾◡＾)っ ♡

I’m glad I saved this, it's not often I get notes like this.  I caught a glimpse of my reflection as I placed the note back. It's been a while since I've seen myself smile.

---

My boots crunched on the iced-over grass. With another long day ahead of me, I really wish I could just.. Take a break sometimes. 

"Hey, Kenny." Kyle greeted me as I made my way to the bus stop.

"Hey, Kyle. Sup, Stan."

My friend Stan turned his head towards me faltering for a second, "Hey Kenny. You alright?"

What? The fuck? Does he remember even just a little? "Hmm, why?"

"The bags under your eyes are insane." Never mind. Screw my luck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, that’s just part of my charm.” I give him a smile and Stan snickers at me.

“Yeah, charm’s the word you want to use here.” I elbow Stan and we exchange “fuck you”s.

“Go to bed earlier tonight,” Kyle makes a suggestion.

I pat a hand on his back. “If only it were that easy.”

Wind whistled by as we stood, it was now quiet. Even Cartman was quiet, which is surprisingly uncharacteristic for him.

"Goddamn asshole’s gonna make me miss the bus." And there it is.

Kyle, frown painted across his face, shot back "Yeah, out of anyone here you are the LEAST likely to wait for Butters."

"It’s not about waiting, it’s about what I need and what I need someone smart enough to do my math homework on the bus. See, I had asked you but you declined. You’d think Jews would be good with numbers."

"Fucking shut up, Cartman."

I think everyone grew out of those jokes but Cartman. Then, to be fair, I think we've all grown up since then but Cartman.

The silence returned. Soft flakes of morning snow began to drift. Light blows of wind brushed past sending small specks of snow to melt on my face.

I pull my phone out to check on the time. 3 more minutes. I scroll through my home screen, attempting to pass time. 

Eventually, I heard footsteps rushing towards the bus stop. Turning my head up, I see Leo.

"Hey, fellas!"

My phone goes back into my pocket before I pick my hand up to wave.

"You were almost late."

Why can't this fatass shut up? I mean, he managed it a few minutes ago.

"Oh yeah, I had a hard time sleeping. But I did make it, didn't I?" Leo's face was flushed, and he was slightly out of breath. He must've woken up late again.

Loud creaks of bus tires stop my train of thoughts and Stan starting to get on the bus helped my body catch up.

Passing the aisles, I find my seat and sit down. Cartman sat in the seat across from me. Is he really fucking pulling out his homework? He catches me looking and I send a glare his way. That seemed to scare him enough.

Leo made his way down the aisle and slid in next to me. The bus ride had started yet he sat still, staring out the front window.

"Good morning." I smiled at him, though he hadn't even turned my way. His eyes stuck following the line of trees out the window.

"'Mornin, Ken."

My eyebrows furrow. Something seems off but it's alright honestly. When is it not off in South Park, Colorado? (What kind of fuckass sentence is that?!)

The whole bus ride, no other words were spoken by Leopold Stotch. At one point he simply smiled and handed me one of his bagels. 

Part of me hopes and prays that the same reason we feel rough for the same reasons. I doubt it, though. I think he knows that something happened a couple days ago, well, yesterday and I think I'm worried about him.

Now, the bus finishes pulling into the school parking lot, I nudge my elbow gently into Leo’s side.

He just stands up and starts walking towards the front doors. My face twists quizzically. He’s never this distant. What is it?

"Hey Leo, you okay?"

No response. Fuck. 

I followed behind him and out in front of the bus. Getting ready to ask again, I saw him turn around and face me.

"Sorry I didn't hear ya; it's so loud on the bus."

Giving a shrug I tell him it's alright and repeat the question. I guess I jumped to conclusions, I tend to do that. He seems to ponder on this for a second then assures me he's okay. Taking note of the time, I poke fun at him and he tags along.

I really like how kind he is, he's easier to hang around with than.. Well.. My other friends. Sure Kyle and Stan had their moments, but they weren't my Super Best Friends. Though he'll never remember: Leo holds that title.

Jesus. Who made me such a poet today? Shakespeare my ass.  I guess that's what dying does to you over time. That or my messed up sleep schedule.

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[brightandfullofglory]

Raph has excellent customer service skills, and is used as Karen intimidation tactic at cash frequently. The one time a Karen tries to break his ‘Nice customer service representative’ mask he pulls them aside (so the rest of his team can continue to serve the rest of the customers and hopefully make less of a scene (it doesn’t work, everyone still watches)) He pulls out scolding, angry whisper, big brother/parent mode, finger pointing, you know better, show some respect, speech. Everyone is shocked that their nicest employee just went from calm, collected, and polite, to straight downright threatening. They surprisingly get several good customer service reviews that day.

Raph struggles at the back when anything goes wrong unexpectedly during rush hours, his team know this and have learned to switch with him when this happens. If it’s a piece of machinery that’s not working, percussive maintenance is usually his go to. Management does not like this, even if it does work sometimes.

Donnie only uses the tongs, none of this ‘grab it with a napkin or sheet of wax paper’ thing, he is not getting a single drop of glaze on himself. Sticky hands are a nightmare. He is good at memorizing customer orders which keeps him on the till/drive through shift rotation. Other than that his customer service skills are... passing (think of the ‘Yurr’ Drive through), but deadly sarcastic when it comes to Karens. He gets reprimanded several times for having verbal recordings of customers.

“I did not order this! I demand a refund!”

“You did, in fact order that.”

“You didn’t listen! This is wrong! It’s not what I ordered!”

“Are you sure about that?” *Plays recording of Karen placing order* “Even if it wasn’t what you ordered, you should have seen that before you took a bite. You even already ate half of it. Maybe you just have bad taste... in fact I wouldn’t doubt it with what you’re wearing.” *Continues to roast the Karen*

*Team member pulls Donnie away before he can make things worse.*

The only reason he’s stayed on Managements good side the job is because he can fix Everything and is a wiz at scheduling, ordering supplies, and other odd jobs management doesn’t want to do. His team don’t know what to think of him, at least he listens to when they want their vacation days.

Leo has good customer service skills, even if it sucks the life out of him sometimes, and reaaaallly tests his patience (His team is just waiting for the day he snaps, they watch in anticipation every time his eye starts to twitch). He is also a great team worker and pumps people up without sounding insincere or like a Management ‘Team Skills’ exercise everyone hates. He would be the type to make friends with the customers and also memorize orders. He’d be the type to wonder why someone hasn’t made their daily order for the past week and call for a wellness check for them, if he doesn’t have their number to call them directly to ask if everything’s is ok, (yes there was in fact something wrong, how did you know??).

Something breaks and Leo calls Donnie instead of telling management, his team laughs when the turtle finishes by slapping a ‘Schedule Maintenance, or maintenance will be scheduled for you’ Sign on Managements door with a bill for the repairs. (The machine now works better than it ever has before)

Leo handles rush hour like a champ, he loves it when it’s busy. Slow times are hell for him and he complains enough his team begs management to stop giving him hours during quiet times.

Mikey is always and only assigned to the kitchen, no matter how the shift rotation goes. While the ingredients are always the same at every McDonalds he some how just makes the food taste better.

“Man, why we goin’ to the McD’s on 56th? it’s like five blocks further than the one by your house.”

"Bro, trust me, it’s worth it. This is the Only McD’s I go to in town now.”

“You serious?!”

“Yeah, dead serious.” (Yo, is the chef in? Yeah? Boy you are in for a treat!)

They order and eat

“Dude.”

“I know right!”

(We don’t talk about the one time he was on till and went Dr.Delicate Touch on a Karen.)

Splinter told them to get jobs.

Matching rottmnt icons for you and your fast food friends. :)

Taco Bell Raphael

Dunkin Donatello

Burger King Leo

McDonald’s Mikey

Free to use, please credit if you do.

[iheartchv]

Hello! How're you doing? 🥰 I've got an idea: Their S/O can draw very well, and the boys didn't know about that. How would the boys react if they find their S/O's notebook and see her/his art, including a drawing of them?

Thank you 💜

Im okay ^^ hope everythings been alright for you as well, and hope this is alright♡♡♡

Leo:

He sees your notebook sitting on the couch

But he doesnt remember seeing you come in or leave

He figured you left it accidently

Hes wondered what made you smile whenever he seen your pencil move across the paper

Plenty of times when he was in the dojo training/improving a technique, he saw you sitting with the book in your lap

He knew he shouldnt without your permission (whether youd let him or not), but he wanted to see what artwork his angel has done

Opening the cover he finds sketches of people, Japanese inspired designs, and stops when he sees himself

The way you payed attention to the details of his muscles, scars, the design, dips and curves of his shell was impressive

It looked like he was looking at a black and white picture of himself

A smile spread on his face and warmth spread through his body

"Youre so talented, my love"

Raph:

The notebook was sitting randomly in the lair

He saw it and figured it was Donnie's or Mikey's

He sighed, a bit annoyed

He knew Splinter or Leo would probably wonder whose it was

So he decided to go put it in one of their rooms

However when he opened the book he saw your name inside

He didnt know whether to just put the notebook down or look through it

Hed be lying if he said he wasnt interested

He had always been wondering what you were doing

He opened the book and turned the pages

He was amazed at the amazing art before him

He never knew you were such an amazing artist

However his heart stopped when he saw a picture you sketched of him

It was pretty detailed

He saw how much effort you put into these, into every piece of art

He couldn't stop smiling

"What did I do to deserve someone as awesome like you, babe?"

Donnie:

He found your notebook sitting on top of his

He opened the book absent-mindedly looking for a page to write down some formulas/ coding for new computer programs

He was confused for a second

Like "who erased my equations/codes"?

His stomach fluttered

He respects your privacy and closed it

However, he was curious and quickly opened it back up

He hoped curiosity wouldn't get him killed, as the saying goes

He was met with all the sketches and drawings youve done till recently

He admired how you saw the beauty in everything

He felt his heart leap when he saw a drawn portrait of himself

The lines, the colors, everything was mesmerizing

He'd apologize later

But hes glad to have seen your artwork

You are so talented, and your art showed how you was as a person

It made him fall in love with you all over again

With a smile on his face he said:

"My dove, I love you so much, more than you'll ever know"

Mikey:

He saw it sitting on the kitchen table

You said you needed to use the restroom and hurried

He waited till you were gone and sat down to look inside

He had seen you with that notebook of yours, pencil making light scratching noises

He always asked what you were drawing

It made him feel left out when you didnt tell him or said,"Nothing."

He opened the cover and saw a world of color and shapes

Flowers, dogs, many different kinds of skies

He loved everything he saw

What he saw next made him stop for a second

He saw a picture of himself

He way you drew and colored his eyes, face, scales, everything was flawless

Absolutely beautiful...

It was like he was looking at a reflection of himself

He saw some sketches and studies of different parts of his body

He felt happy to be your muse

"Aw, baby cakes. Your art is beautiful, just like you are"

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[hold-him-down]

Wait!!! What did Luke do for his birthday!?!! I want to celebrate him!! Did he make himself a cake!? Did Leo help?! Did flour and frosting get everywhere!? I must know 😍🥳

*gives Luke a leather bound journal with a fancy pen that just glides so smoothly over the paper and belated birthday card covered in glitter*

notes: june year one, so like 10 months in

✥ ✥ ✥ 

“It’s your birthday?” Leo asks, as Luke hangs up the phone. His mother has made something of a tradition out of a 5 am birthday phone call before work. He goes back to packing his lunch, and Leo watches him carefully.

“I try not to make a big deal of it,” Luke says. He pauses, turning to regard Leo. “But yeah, it is.”

Leo smiles, clearing his throat. “Well, happy birthday." He takes a breath before he speaks again; Luke can see him processing it, can see the words forming on his lips, and he waits. He would gladly wait forever, just to hear what Leo has to say. "Do you have a wish?”

Luke chooses his words carefully. “Nothing would make me happier than if you’d leave the house for a little bit while I’m at work. Go to the library, pick out a book." He watches Leo tense at the suggestion, but it's not too bad. "We can read it together tonight,” he adds.

Leo nods, but he's nervous. Of course he is.

“Only if it feels okay, okay?” Luke whispers. “Only if you’re comfortable. Bring your phone, if you do go. If you don’t, we can stop somewhere together to pick one out when I get home.”

Luke’s smile is encouraging and Leo nods again. “Okay,” he says, and Luke can't help but worry he pushed too hard, even if he kept it as light as he could.

✥ ✥ ✥ 

It takes him four hours to get the courage to go to leave the house. He cleans it first, top to bottom. He does the laundry, he makes and remakes his bed. He chooses his outfit, then chooses a new one. It’s not that he’s scared to leave the house. He just. He’ll do it. He’ll be fine.

He puts a few older library books into his backpack, and he gets the credit card. It’s heavy in his palm, but if he dwells on it, he’ll change his mind.

He puts on his headphones and he puts on a coat, even though it’s hot outside, and he spends his time tying his shoes, and he’s… he’s stalling, isn’t he? He double checks that he has the credit card, the phone, the key, even though he knows he has them all.

Leo takes a deep breath before he steps into the open air, and an even deeper one once he’s outside. He almost never leaves without Luke, and even less often since [the bad thing happened]. But it feels good, to be out here. He smiles, shoulders tight. It takes him a long time to step off the porch, but when he does, it feels like a weight has been lifted.

✥ ✥ ✥ 

“You cooked?” Luke asks, a smile bright and wide and so, so happy taking up permanent residence on his face. He couldn’t stop himself if he tried.

“If you can call it that,” Leo replies easily, teasing. He fills two bowls with boxed macaroni and cheese, two glasses with red wine, and takes his seat at the table. It’s Luke’s favorite, like all time favorite, but he has no idea how Leo knows. He doesn’t want to risk asking him, so instead, he pulls off his jacket and throws it over the table, unbuttons a few buttons around his neck, and takes his seat across from Leo.

They talk easily, about Leo’s day, about a documentary Leo watched, about an art exhibit Luke walked past on his lunch, about nothing at all. But it's everything.

[justplainwhump]

Ridley Dies AU: Turning Point

The Ridley-Dead-AU, everyone. I shall tag these who commented on it, plus the Dany tag list: @distinctlywhumpthing @whumping-on-the-ridge @queenofthenoobs @ocean-blue-whump @just-horrible-things @whumpymirages 

Ridley, B and Leo belong to the wonderful @hackles-up

[Dany masterpost]

Cw for (obviously) major character death and thoughts about it. Very vaguely implied past noncon. BBU (vaguely mentioned). Whumpee married to (dead) whumper. Blood. Thoughts about killing a loved one.

He's dead.

Ridley Lordin is dead. His body is still warm, his  brown eyes still open, empty, staring into nothing. There's a hole between them, slightly asymmetric, towards his right eyebrow. The hole is ridiculously small. Like his ridiculously small gun. Like he is a ridiculously small man. 

I don't know where my thoughts come from. I feel like I'm stuck here, stuck in the present, stuck in this moment, with the cool metal of the small gun trembling in my hands, and warm blood soaking the carpet under my bare feet.

The hole is bigger at the back of his head, of course.

I feel sick.

Next to his body, his cellphone vibrates once. It must've slid out of his pocket. New message. Leo. 

Ridley Lordin is dead, but Leonardo Luciano is still alive.

My head is spinning. There's only one thing I know. I have to leave the city before he finds out.

I step forward. The carpet is sticky. Mingled in his beloved 80s rock music are the smacking sounds of my steps. 

I take his wrist, pausing as my gaze falls on our hands. His wedding band next to mine, his perfect skin next to the scars crossing the back of my hand. "Fuck you," I whisper, repeat the last words I said to him. Probably the first ones, too.

I almost have to laugh, even though I don't know why. Nothing of this is funny. Still, it feels ridiculous.

I place his thumb on the phone's sensor to unlock it. 

Love you. Looking forward to date night. I'll text you when I leave here. Special project needing a little more attention tonight.

Date night. Tonight. Here.

There's even less time than I hoped. 

Without another glance at my husband, I walk into the office, leaving a trail of bloody footprints. I don't bother. Leo will know everything, anyway.

I know the layout of Ridley's office by heart. I've spent countless hours on his lap, even more crammed under his desk, keeping him warm. I know where he keeps his laptop, his paper files, his special thumb drives. I pack them all, throw them into a large briefcase. 

There's a stack of bills in his safe, less than I hoped, but it'll do for a start. I add it to the pile. I also know his credit card pin. I'll be able to get more.

Ridley's phone vibrates again. A photo. Leo's  special project, in what must be excruciating pain.

My stomach twists, as I reply with a chain of heart emojis, just as Ridley would.

I can't help her. I can't help anyone but myself.

Not even -

My gaze goes to B, sprawled over the couch, barely breathing. He's still unconscious, bleeding on his head, his arms, his chest, from the brutal blows Ridley rained down on him.

For me.

He'd punished him for me, because his wife can't have bruises in public, but his pet can. Because he knows B matters more to me than anything else.

There's a tear running down my face. I don't fight it. It's ironic. I wanted to save B, but instead I destroyed everything for him. B can't live without Ridley. He'll fall apart. He'll tear me apart, for what I did. And then, Leo will torture him to death, for his failure.

If I'm clever, if I'm quick, and with a whole portion of luck, there's a chance at freedom waiting for me, just outside.

B can never be free.

There's only one thing I can do for him.

"I love you, B," I whisper. "Thank you for everything. I... I wish it had ended differently."

I lift the gun and point it at his heart, blink back the tears.

"I'm so sorry."

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