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Been working on something guys, sorry for the slow activity Still need to correct spelling and I am not sure if leave it like this or try to do it digitally… ( I feel it’s more appealing to the eye than pencil.. but not sure if people think it’s the same or not :/)

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I am seriously in 💜 with your blog!

Thank youu 😘👍🏻

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Hey, hi! Could I maybe submit a 1304 words long oneshot of tmnt I wrote and maybe you could publish it on your blog? :3 It's sfw and has slight Donnie x reader~! I don't need any credit, it can be just named "submitted by anon" or something, I just would like to share it with people? :3 You don't have to agree, I totally get it, but it can't hurt to ask! :3

Yeah absolutely! I’d love to submit work people have written, anonymous or not x

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do u have a masterlist? x

I don’t because I shamefully don’t know how to make one /: sorry x

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How the turtles are with their s/o on their last night together:

WARNING: NONE

Requested by: Anonymous 

Hey babe- I'm about to go on a super long trip and even thought I'm excited about it, I'm still a bit nervous every. How are the boys on the last night they spend with their s/o before they go away for a few months?

A/N Hi! Sorry it took so long to do, I hope you enjoyed/are still enjoying your trip! Also sorry everybody else for being inactive, I’m going to try and start writing more soon! x

Leonardo:

Leo wouldn’t say it, but he really wouldn’t want you to go. He knew it wouldn’t be for that long, and you’d be back before he knew it - or so his brothers kept saying - but he knew better. He knew every second would ache until you came back, and he wouldn't want to tell you that because then you’d feel bad about leaving, but he really did hate the idea of saying goodbye. So when it came to the last night  you spent together, he’d be quiet and pretend to be happy, and he’d say ‘we can watch whatever you want darling’ when it came to picking the film and smile because he thought you couldn’t see past it, even though you could. But he’d still wrap his arms around you and not let go until the very last second before he had to watch you leave. Even when you slept, there was no physical way of untangling yourself from his embrace, which wouldn’t release for as long as possible. Because he knew how much he’d miss you when you were gone, and though he wouldn’t say it, he’d show it silently. 

Raphael:

I actually think it could go one of two ways with Raph. He’d either play it off cool and casual; make it special, but not special like it was a special occasion, just your average pizza and a film (maybe a cuddle or two if he’s in a good mood) but nothing dramatic, deep down though you’d be able to tell he was sad. You wouldn’t point it out, and he wouldn’t say it, but you’d know he didn’t want to let you go. Or there’s what we’d all expect from Raphael; he’d be angry. He’d pretend he wouldn’t miss you, pretend he’s ok with you leaving him and pretend he doesn’t feel like he’s being broken in two and half of him is being taken with you. And, being the angry turtle we all know him to be, he’d take it out on you - unintentionally. You’d ask if he was ok, because he’d be quieter than normal, and he’d snap at you, or shout. He wouldn’t mean to upset you, but he just feels so lost at the idea of you leaving him, even if it isn’t permanently, that he can’t help but be angry. You wouldn’t be mad, even if it was a bit harsh, because you don’t want to leave him either, so you’d just hug and cuddle a little longer before you have to leave.

Donatello:

Donnie would just be awkward. He’d bumble and babble his way through your conversations, afraid of letting on how much he’s going to miss you when you’re gone. He’d put loads of effort into your last night together because he wants it to be special, and he’s afraid that if it isn’t good enough you won’t love him anymore, which is silly obviously, but he’s insecure and just scared that he’s losing you. He knows that you won’t be gone forever, but it will feel like that without you around, and though you’ll keep in touch, it won’t still be the same. So he’ll get April and Casey to make dinner for you both, he’ll pick out your favourite film, he’ll light candles so that its all perfect, and he’ll keep you close to him all night until he has to say goodbye. 

Michelangelo:

Mikey would cry, you know he would. Not in a childish way, but in the way you’d expect your loved one to cry when saying goodbye. He wouldn’t do it in front of you, but as soon as you leave the lair the tears would start falling and they’d only stop when he wasn’t thinking too much throughout the days you weren’t around. On the last night you two spent together though, he’d be absolutely fine. Or at least that’s how he’d seem. He’d be joking around, playing video games and kicking ass as always - you’d order your favourite pizzas and fight over the last slices, and you’d wrestles while trying to snatch each other’s controllers from one another’s hands. It would be perfect and hilarious, but he wouldn’t let on that he was sad, not until you were gone. Because he didn’t want your last night together to be miserable, he wanted you to have a blast so you had a reason to come back. 

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You know what I've never seen and want very badly? A soulmate AU where the girl isn't immediately smitten by A GIANT MUTATED TURTLE!!!?!! Where r the fics where the regular girl is rightfully terrified that she's just met a tmnt and runs away terrified? Where's the fic where they have to work at it? Where's the fic where they absolutely hate being n the sewers?

I get you! That was essentially what my Beauty and the Beast series was gonna go like (she was gonna be ok with it for a while) But I’ve struggled with writers block for a while so I haven’t written anymore to that one x

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Hi I just wanted to know if you were an active blog for tmnt imagines? Sorry I can't tell!

I am I just haven’t updated in a very long time and I’m sorry about that to anyone else who’s been wondering where I am x

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When I read your Raphael x short!Reader...I remembered that I am five feet so it's like it was real

I'm 5'3 mate so I completely get ya xD

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How the turtles react to their s/o volunteering with kids:

WARNING: NONE

Requested by: Anonymous

So, I volunteer with a bunch of kids and whenever I walk in they get super excited and yell Ms. (Name)! And they swarm me. So, how would the fellas act if they followed their s/o to a daycare or classroom and saw this?

“Thanks Casey!” You call over your shoulder, carefully slamming the door shut as you make towards the brightly lit building in front of you. 

It was an evening daycare that you volunteered at several evenings a week. It wasn’t because you, necessarily, felt any obligation to do so, but more you felt the kids deserved someone that wanted to be there, rather than some preppy cheerleader looking for something that would look good on a college application, rather than something they cared about. Like you.

Casey had been giving you lifts to work because A) you can’t drive, nor is anyone you know old enough or capable to, and B) because the turtles don’t know, nor do you want them to. They would no doubt tease you to no end, and that wasn’t really something you were in the mood to endure, not after an arduous couple hours playing with toys and toddlers. You understood you’d have to tell them eventually, but that time was hopefully a long way off.

“Hi kids!” You chime, walking into the colourful room you’d become so acquainted with. And there they were, about 15 kids, of all ages, smiling like neon signs as you entered the room.

“MS Y/N!” They all scream and cheer, those that are able to walk began to crowd over to you excitably, while those that could not climb to their feet so enthusiastically on the comfortable mats, clapping eagerly. It was a nice feeling, children being so happy to see you, and desperate to gauge your attention and get you to play with them. No matter how tiresome it was after a couple hours, it was still a good feeling nonetheless. 

When you finally got back to the lair, you were tired and coloured in paint. You’d have lied to the turtles that you were babysitting for a friend, except they didn’t give you half the chance.

“MS Y/N!” They screamed upon you entering the dojo, before bursting into raging fits of laughter. 

Rolling your eyes, you dump your bag, irritably, beside the door, and fold your arms. “Ha ha, very funny.” And though you played announce, it was pretty humorous, and for once it was a nice to not come home and have to lie about where you’d been - no matter how embarrassed the boys would make you feel, having discovered your whereabouts. 

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Idk if your exams are still going on or not, but I just wanted to say good luck and thank you for your writing. It makes me smile so much when I see that you've posted. I hope you're having a great day!

Aw I’ve only just seen this, but thank you

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Hi there! I don't think this is a traditional ask, but I realized that "TMNT: Out of the Shadows" was released in theatres one year ago yesterday! (June 3rd) and I haven't seen anyone post about it yet, so I'm trying to spread the word to as many TMNT blogs as possible, since I can't do a post about it myself, but I feel like it's worth celebrating! I hope you have a fantastic day!!

OMG I only just saw this but YAY! I loved that movie so much, and I didn’t even realise :)

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How the turtles react to their s/o’s birthday:

WARNING: NONE

Requested by: Anonymous

How would the turtles react if it was your birthday

A/N: So I decided to do this one today because it’s my birthday today!!! So I thought it would be kind of topical

Leonardo:

Leo would get April to set up some picnic either beside the river or even under the Statue of Liberty; it would be lit by fairylights and candles, and full of all your favourite foods and treats, because Leo knows you so well. He’d probably smother you with love while you sit beneath the night sky, both quoting stupid romance novels, until you go back to the lair to spend the night; when Leo would read your favourite book to you until you fall asleep. 

Raphael:

Raph would not have a clue. He’d even resort to asking Leo for suggestions because he hasn’t the slightest idea what to do to make your day special. Eventually, with all 4 of the turtles’  heads combined, they’d come up with the idea of a drive-in. There would be one just outside of the city, playing one of your favourite films, and he’d find the perfect spot for the two of you to sit and watch the movie without getting noticed. Afterwards, you’d probably go back to your place, only to find April made you a birthday cake with FROM RAPH sprawled in icing across it, and the pair of you would sit up eating it and just talking about god knows what, or binging your favourite program together. 

Donatello:

No doubt Donnie would break into the science museum for you. He’d even shut off all the security cameras so the two of you don’t get caught. He’d explore all of the exhibits, talking to you about his favourite scientist, or correcting factual inaccuracies in any of the displays about things he knows off by heart. And he’d probably get all flustered and be blushing so much if you asked him a question, or gave input into something you were both passionate about. And at the end of the night, the two of you would go home and fall asleep watching a film or documentary together. 

Michelangelo:

Mikey and you would go exploring. He’d take you to all his favourite spots in the city, show you the lights and the stars from the tops of different buildings, and he’d tell you some stupid jokes about all of it. When you guys have had enough of wondering around, or if it gets too late, the pair of you will end up on the top of your building eating pizza and playing video games until the sun comes up. 

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Beauty and The Beast: Chapter Three

“You can’t love someone until you love yourself first,”

“That’s bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you? Oh, God’s above. I loved you. I loved you so much, I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“Please – we don’t mean any trouble, just let us go.” It would seem the unexplainable thing stood before Annabelle was inspiring a great amount of fear, and yet through the irrational, petrified state Annabelle felt herself slipping into, her most rational side made an appearance, reasoning her way out of trouble, as always. The thing was beyond comprehensible size, and within the darkness, his shape seemed abnormal and deformed to the point at which Annabelle was beginning to doubt if it was even human. Of course that was absolutely stupid, and not to mention impossible, but the fear of the moment had consumed her ability to think in a straight line. His physique seemed impressed; from the way the shadows and stripes of light, from the street, reflected off of his skin, clear, defined muscles stood out in curved patters all over his body. Yet, his torso seemed rounder, weirdly round, and though Annabelle could not quite determine what she was seeing, it was a terrifying thought to guess what this thing could be.

“Sorry, dollface – but y’dad here has something that don’t belong to him.” The voice from the shadows growled; his voice was laced with a New York accent. It sounded rough, and utterly terrifying, and it was probably obvious. Even the first word sent a shudder through Annabelle’s spine, which she was sure anyone could have noticed.

“Dad? Whatever it is, just give it back!” As she turned around to face her father, Annabelle began to notice the different shades of black and blue, smeared with red, all along his face, and how his usually tidy and neat shirt had been torn and dirtied in places. He looked like he’d just come out of a boxing ring – which was shocking, only because Annabelle couldn’t name a violent bone in his body, he’d barely hurt a fly let alone any person. Which begged the question, whatever it was this person was after, had that been what had led her father into this fight, and how important could it have been to inspire such an act of brutality on an old man with no defence?

“Belle, you don’t understand! I can’t just give it to this…this...Freak! You don’t know what he’ll do if he-“ Her father babbled, once again sounding as though perhaps he’d had one too many on the way home, or even hit his head harder than she’d first thought. These were the words of a lunatic, which her dad was not, not in her books. She couldn’t begin to think what her father could have meant by what he was saying, but what she did know was that whoever this person, this ‘freak’ as he’d been dubbed by her father, was, he was taking none of her dad’s excuses.

“ENOUGH!” He roared, the sudden burst of his voice sending a physical tremble in the air, through the entire ally. It was safe to say Annabelle feared even blinking, let alone speaking or moving further, in case whoever this was got angered further. “Where is it?”

“I – I don’t know! I don’t have it!” Annabelle’s father scampered further back against the wall, visibly shaking, even in the poor light. Annabelle didn’t know what on earth they were talking about, but she didn’t need to, exactly, to know it probably wasn’t good.

“If ya don’t have it, you’re comin with me.” The figure lunged forward, but was cut off quickly by Annabelle standing in his way, far too boldly for her own liking. “Move!”

“Leave him alone!” She shouted. Though she hadn’t the slightest clue as to what was going on, she did know that her father was hurt, and there was no way she’d let him be hurt further, or taken away from her. “Whatever you want from him, you can take it up with me.” She didn’t really know why, exactly, she’d just thrown herself under the bus, but it seemed like the best course of action in order to keep her dad safe.

“Excuse me?” The figure paused, his frame so much taller, so much bigger than Annabelle’s own, yet she didn’t feel nearly as afraid as she probably should have.

“I’ll take you to it. Just leave him alone.” She’d lied. Why the hell had she lied? What good would it do? He’ll only find out she didn’t know squat, and then he’d probably kill her, or feed her to the men responsible for her father’s injuries. And even in spite of all of that, if it meant keeping her father safe, she’d still go through with it. Even if it meant facing untold danger. It was time to be like the heroes in her books.

The figure seemed to scoff, a puff of air blew into the ally from where his nose would have been, and the emerald circles, still standing out in pools of white, rolled as he stayed silent for a moment longer. “Fine.” He snapped, and with that, distant to the shouting of refusal from her father, Annabelle felt her body being hoisted into the air, and over what she guessed was his shoulder. Only, rather than slapping down onto his back, as she’d have guessed, it seemed she instead landed on a massive, green shell. “Hold on.” And then they were scaling one of the towering buildings, stretching high into the sapphire stretch of sky, painted in ivory stones that seemed so far out of reach that Annabelle felt nauseated looking up at them.

In the pale light of the rooftops, Annabelle could be sure that what she was clinging to for dear life, was what looked like a shell, only her logical thinking mind could not comprehend that that was remotely possible, even when she held so tightly onto it. A piece of red fabric, flapping aimlessly in the wind as they roamed and lunged from building to building, was the last thing Annabelle could remember seeing before the pair fell from in a corkscrew motion, from the top of one building, to the ally floor so many feet below, and then further, into the darkened depths of New York City.

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How the turtles react to their s/o having a gap in their teeth:

WARNING: NONE

Requested by: Anonymous

The guys reactions to their s/o trip to the dentist & getting a tooth removed leaving a little gap. (Super self conscious) 

Leonardo: 

“There’s no need to be self-conscious,” Leo would smile hopefully, holding your hand tightly within his own, to reassure you his words were sincere. “Honestly, you can hardly even notice it.” Unaware of how stupid he sounded saying that, Leo soon received a punch to the arm; “can’t notice it? Leo there’s a bloody black-hole between my teeth!” You retort defensively, being incredibly aware of just how obvious it was. “What I meant was...” Leo began again, slowly, rubbing his arm (even though you knew you didn’t hurt him) “You’re so beautiful, I couldn’t find a flaw.” And he kisses you on your cheek to prove it.

Raphael:

“Ha - you look like Donnie!” Raph would blurt out unintentionally, not really comprehending how self-conscious you were about the space between your teeth. Though, as quick as you were to cover you mother, he had already realised what he’d said, and how horrible it must have sounded. “Shit - I didn’t mean -” He sighed for a moment, and then looked dead in your eyes; “don’t cover it, baby. It’s adorable.”

Donatello:

“Honey, if you are that worried, I could make you braces? I did it for me.” Donnie mumbled, stroking your arm as you lent against him, refusing to open your mouth. “I don’t want braces, Donnie. I want my tooth back,” You sulk, embarrassed by the gap between your teeth. “I don’t think there is anything wrong with your teeth.” Donnie practically whispered, the words hardly audible except to the two of you, “I think it’s perfect, like you.” 

Michelangelo:

“Shut up Mikey!” You chuckle, but at the same time you feel your face burn from how embarrassing this all was. How did you know, out of everyone, Mikey would be the one that would make you laugh, no matter how self-conscious you were about it. “So, are you saying at Christmas I can’t sing All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth?” That earned the nearest pillow being thrown straight into his adorable little face. “You sing that EVER and I’ll shove that mask so far up your arse you’ll be able to floss with it.” You retort, playfully narrowing your eyes at him. Mikey was silent for second, the expression on his face evidently showing his struggle to conceal laughter, at whatever you’d said. “I’m trying so hard not to joke about that.” Mikey mumbled through his lips which did their best to remain shut. “Joke about what?” You frown at him: “flossing.” And then you threw another pillow at him. 

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If the turtles were characters in Riverdale:

WARNING: NONE

A/N: Not requested, I am just obsessed with that show and thought this would be funny :)

Leonardo: Archie Andrews

Because they are both natural born leaders, with a need to look after those they love, as well as themselves. Also blue is totally their colour.

Raphael: Chuck Clayton

They are both easily tempered, and quick to start fights. Raph might not be as vindictive as Chuck, but I still think their short-fuse personalities are similar. As well, look at their lips <3

Donatello: Jughead Jones

Because they are both the smart, endearing friends in the group. They have similar nerdy qualities, and are both quite quiet in comparison to the rest of their friends. As well, Jughead and Donnie both view themselves as weird.

Michelangelo: Kevin Keller

They are both enthusiastic, like all of the time, and when they aren’t, you can tell. They just want to have fun, and be with their friends, while trying to find happiness wherever they can. Kevin has his sexuality that makes love not so easy, and Mikey is, well, a turtle. 

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How the turtles kiss:

WARNING: NONE

Requested by: @guro-potato​

What do you think the turtles would kiss like? Sorry i'm new here and idk if you do headcanons... Nice account btw! 😊

Leonardo:

I like to think that in public, Leonardo is the kind of guy that would peck you on the lips, or give you sweet, tongue-less kisses on occasion, but when you are in public, he is no better than his red-clad brother. He is passionate, maybe a bit rough, in all the right ways, and he knows how to make you melt, if only with his lips.

Raphael:

Raphael does not kiss; he makes-out. And he is the make-out king! He’ll lock lips with you wherever and whenever he pleases, and when he does it is always passionate, full of tongue and lust. He has to be careful not to go too far, or else he’ll be dragging you back to his room to continue.

Donatello:

Donnie is the kind of guy that does kisses on the cheek, or forehead, or nose - even when it’s just the two of you, he’ll kiss you on the lips but its always affectionate, and soft, and caring. He’s nothing like his elder bother’s, he’s not rough or domineering, he’s all love. And you can’t help but think that’s one of your favourite things about him.

Michelangelo:

Michelangelo does make out, but it’s always in a sweet, controlled way. Wherever the make-out session goes, he’s always making sure he doesn’t get carried away and make you uncomfortable. And when you aren’t devouring each other’s faces, he’ll kiss you all over your face, on your lips, wherever, because he’s cute and dorky like that.

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Love, April - English homework

WARNING: NONE 

 A/N: I'm sorry that I haven't posted much recently, I'm in the middle of my exams right now so there probably won't be much in the upcoming weeks. But I thought I'd upload this as a short story thingy, it was someone I wrote for creative writing homework - hope you like (: x 

Dear Diary, 

 Today I visited the lab where dad works; it reminded me of a hospital. It's grand, pristine walls and laminate floors that glisten like glass in the fluorescent lights. It reaped of disinfectant; the waft of bleach and soap invaded my nostrils as a sterile tsunami upon my entry into the laboratory, and it stank. Even Dad's immaculate lab coat looked pallid like the work tops. From where I sat, on the antiseptic flood, the room seemed 20 feet fall. It was as though I were an ant in comparison to its massive scale. The ivory cabinets, cinereal countertops and the kaleidoscopic chemicals, which were aligned in rainbow formation in iron clamps, were all half a mile away, from where I sprawled along the floor, looking up in adoration. Even in spite of the obnoxious smell of antibacterial wipes, it was relatively mesmerising. Tomorrow, dad said I get to meet the pets. 

 Love, April x

 Dear Diary,

 First I had to paint them; so that they were Easter to differentiate, given they were nearly identical. Their emerald shells were inscribed with jade patterns all over, and had soon be coated in four separate nail polishes. First was the blue one; the lapis polish resembled the sea, and matched the topaz water I'd put in the tank. He was named Leonardo. Donatello was painted indigo, Michelangelo had amber, and finally, Raphael had ruby. Dad said I had to name them after famous Italian painters; Operation Renaissance. From beside the rectangular tank, where I wasted most of my time befriending the evidently mute turtles, I watched dad, and his colleagues, hunch over one of the pristine tables, examining a file of purple ooze. It looked like Vimto, fizzy and violent, but I couldn't be sure as to what it really was, and I definitely couldn't hear the hushed whispers of the scientists from my seat in the corner. Maybe Donatello had heard them; he looks like the smart one. 

Love, April x 

 Dear Diary,

Raphael dropped like a penny down a wishing well. I don't recall seeing him scale the glass walls of his confined home, but somehow he had, and within seconds he had catapulted himself from the gap in the lid, straight down to the slate-coloured floor. No audible sound could be heard upon impact, but my sudden intake of breathe, as I watched the acceleration of his inch-long body, surely broke the looming silence. When I bent down to examine the scarlet-clad turtle, his emerald carapace flaked apart in my pale hands, leaving a jagged crack, from where a piece had fallen off, straight down the plastron. His viridian head emerged, unscathed, from the protection of his shell, followed by the rest of his unharmed limps; and I quickly replaced him back in the tank, so that he might boast about his adventures, and wounds, to his brothers, before dad caught on to something being amiss. If I had learnt anything I'm watching these pets, it was that Raphael was one thought turtle. 

 Love, April x 

 Dear Diary, 

 When the smoke alarm blared from somewhere in the ceiling, my father and his companions, began to scuttle about anxiously, in search of the problem. Dad had once said this building was the most secure science facility in New York City; and so to see something wrong, was extremely unsettling. With dad and his lab-coated colleagues out of the room, I ventured to the tank housing the turtles. They had grown in size, somewhat, on the recent month, but I could still safely hold all four of them in both of my hands. Smoke began to flood the room in shadowed figures, and so, without hesitation, I loaded Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo into my coat pockets, and ran out of the lab. Dad could not be seen at either end of the corridor, and had the silent, strangling hands of smoke not secured themselves around my throat, I would've searched further, stayed longer, looked harder for him. Instead, I just ran. I ran down the stairs, I ran all the way to the bottom, without fail. And once the daylight beacon of safety loomed within reach, I ran Evan faster. I didn't see my dad again; the building was swallowed in enormous embers that set the place ablaze. They said I was the only survivor, but my pockets were full to the brim of four others who made it out alive. 

 Love, April x