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turtlecleric · 26 days ago

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since it was well received and I have more to add...more Splinter thoughts! a special thank you to @turtlecleric for inspiring a few of these thoughts.

The second Splinter realizes that you and one of his sons are falling for each other, he is quietly celebrating and secretly encouraging it. It's small things, so small that the turtle in question doesn't pick up on it.

Oh, you're walking home?

"My son, accompany her! The city is a dangerous place at night."

It's started raining and it's awfully late by the time you get there?

"Stay there and return in the morning. I would not wish for you to take ill."

The two of you are always being sent out on errands, any little thing that means you will be alone together (and it will be the smallest, most time consuming thing but you're both so happy about it because it means hanging out alone), and you very quickly come to one conclusion: Splinter knows. And here you were thinking that your feelings for the turtle were a well kept secret, he must have known since day one (of course he did! The man's a master ninja and a single dad of four, nothing gets passed him).

"And you're okay with that?"

"I am. You make my son happy and Ive ever wanted is for my boys to be happy. And I know he will treat you with the affection and respect you deserve, Y/N."

The fact that you're Splinter's friend is a part of what's so endearing about you in the beginning. Because his dad likes you and spends time with you, so you're around a lot and he gets to know you and spend time with you even more, though the turtles rarely intrude on your time together.

But sometimes, he does join you when you're watching your shows together.

No, he's not really watching and, no, he totally doesn't like it...except that he does, he's so into it and you and Splinter are exchanging looks and trying to get him to watch with you. As a bonus, here's a few shows for each turtle!

Leonardo: Grey's Anatomy, Days of Our Lives, and Generations.

Michelangelo: Dark Shadows, Passions, Loving and The City.

Donatello: As The World Turns, One Life to Live, and Santa Barbara.

Raphael: The Edge of Night, The Young and the Restless, and Ryan's Hope.

It's the offer of sitting next to you that draws him in every. Single. Time. And Splinter's hiding a smile, pretending hot to notice that you're holding hands beneath the blanket and you're pretending not to notice that he's noticed and the turtle is STILL oblivious to it all.

Until he decides to talk to his dad and tell him how he feels about you, wanting advice on what move to make, if to make one at all.

"Why do you hesitate, my son?"

"I just...I just don't know if I'm what she wants. The life I can give her is so different from the sort of life most humans expect, what if it's never enough?"

"What she wants is to be loved. Do you love her?"

"I do."

"Then you are enough."

And when he decides that he is making a move, Splinter announces how happy he is after all, if it hadn't worked out, then all of his hard work would have been for nought, the turtle finally figuring out his father's game.

But it's all good.

Because now you're together and Splinter might just be happier about it then the two of you, just by a little bit. Maybe it's the romantic in him but he loves knowing that two people who are so special to him have found happiness together.

◇ Little Things ◇

◇ You can make sushi and he loves it, so having sushi together becomes a thing while watching your soaps.

◇ Once, you mentioned that some Purple Dragons had started hanging around your neighborhood and bothering folks. So one night, Splinter just waits for them in the darkness, follows a couple of dragons back to wherever the base is and opens a can of whoop ass on 'em, sends them all running far, far away. Then he just casually walks into your place, sits on the coach to order take out and watch TV, and casually announces that the Purple Dragons won't be around anymore.

"What happened?"

"I gave them the guidance they've lacked all their lives. Hopefully, the lesson will stick!"

"And if it doesn't?"

"I can always give them another lesson."

◇ He's very gentle with you and his son's relationship. wanting to make certain that you don't feel pressured or rushed in any way. And you don't. You're happy in your relationship with the turtle and your friendship with Splinter, something he's pleased to hear.

◇ Your watch parties for season starts/ending, holiday specials, or whatever are always themed. You make food and drinks that fits the show, set up the whole living room with fairy lights, make a bingo card for the show's tropes, and everything. And there's always "The Bet". You and Splinter make a big bet on something for the show and, somehow, he always wins, it drives you crazy!

#sjaozjaoaz Splinter sending you home with your designated escort every time you come visit is ADORABLE #“then you are enough” WHAT IF I CRIED

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turtlecleric · 26 days ago

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(for the color game) it honestly be a mix of rouge, pumpkin, & mossy moss ♥

Thank youuuu omg 💕💕💕

#asks #I read this in a pirate accent 👍

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turtlecleric · 27 days ago

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cute thought: Y/N doesn't meet the turtles first, she actually meets Master Splinter.

Something happens.

The lair is attacked and, in the midst of the fight, Splinter is taken. Badly hurt, he still manages to escape his captors and wanders the city, calling out for his sons in his delirium before collapsing.

Which is how you found him.

Walking home one night, you heard something above the music in your earbuds...a weak, frightened voice of an old man, calling out for "his sons." Something crashes in an alleyway and you follow the sound.

Admittedly, seeing a giant rat was shocking.

But this is NYC and giant rats aren't too shocking, are they? Just another day in the city, TBH. And he's so scared and so hurt, mumbling names softly...and you can't turn your back on him. Luckily, you don't live too far and you're able to help him into your apartment.

There's no calling the cops or an ambulance, obviously, but luckily you have enough first aid knowledge to help him. It takes a few days of taking care of him until the rat wakes up completely, confused and worried as he tries to get up.

"Don't," you tell him softly as you come into the room. "Don't move too quickly, you'll hurt yourself."

"Where am I? Who...who are you?"

"I'm Y/N."

And that's how you before Splinter, as learn his name, taking care of him a little longer. He likes tea and soap operas and reminds you of your grandfather with his wisdom and wry sense of humor. It isn't long until he's gathered himself enough to figure out a way to contact his sons, the one's he told you about.

Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael.

They're exactly as he described them, Splinter smiling as soon as he heard movement on the rooftop, four absolutely giant turtles clambering in through the balcony window.

"Father!"

They're all around him at once, worried and trying not to cry (but definitely crying a little), Splinter comforting his boys and crying a little bit too.

And that was how you got tangled up in thier lives, befriending the father before befriending the sons.

◇ Little Things ◇

◇ You and Splinter like a lot of the same shows. Sometimes you watch together (particularly if it's a season finale or holiday special or something) but typically, you watch separately at your homes and then talk about it on the phone.

"I can't believe she tried to seduce Raul!"

"I can," Splinter scoffs.

◇ You have tea time together as well, and talk about everything going on in your lives. Even though you think your life is boring compared to his, Splinter disagrees. He's very interested in the typical life of a human, it seems so different from his.

◇ He will insist on you learning at least some basic self defense, especially in this city.

◇ When he realizes that one of his sons has developed feelings for you, Splinter is rooting for ot to happen so you can be his daughter-in-law.

◇ When it does happen, the other turtles like to joke that you're his favorite child sometimes.

#that is super cute #I'm thinking about Splinter trying to slyly be a wingman for the son that likes you #and you know what he's doing #and he knows that you know #but it's a fun little thing that you both don't outright talk about #when it gets a little more serious #he makes sure to check in with you and ensure that you don't feel pressured or bothered by it or anything #he values you as a person and a friend so if it makes you uncomfortable or you're truly not interested he would stop immediately #but you really do think it's cute and funny and you like torturing his son aka subtly flirting while the son is panicking about what to say #I'd definitely start having like a monthly get together where I introduce him to new shows and he ends up really liking grey's anatomy #so we're watching and the son is like. hovering in the back of the room #doing that thing guys do when they won't sit down to watch the show but they will stand there and watch as if they're gonna walk away #they're WATCHING. asking questions about it. but when we invite him to sit he's like “no I don't like shows like this”#despite the fact he's been standing there for 3 episodes in a row #when he finally sits with us it's like a triumph but all Splinter and I do is exchange quiet glances #cut to a few months later and it's officially become a 3-person activity #this is so cute

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turtlecleric · 1 month ago

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My main goal as a writer is to hurt you badly

#👉👈

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turtlecleric · 1 month ago

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Skskdnalsnsogd y'all are HEATHENS (I love it)

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turtlecleric · 1 month ago

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CWs: thoughts of suicide, suicide attempt

There are no stars here.

There were stars in the country. You remember staring up at them on nights when you couldn't sleep, getting lost in the constellations until your eyes got heavy enough to stay closed. Here, though, when you look up, there's just… darkness. An endless expanse of nothing. Almost like the stars themselves decided it wasn't worth it anymore to stick around. Light pollution, smog, yeah yeah, you know. But maybe… maybe the stars just decided to leave. To start fresh.

Or maybe… they decided to finally rest.

The wind cuts through your thin jacket, chilling your skin. Your feet sway where they hang in the air, over the side of the roof, and when you lean forward, peering down at the city below, you think you should be feeling some sort of vertigo. A bit of fear, maybe. Instead you feel… nothing. Just cold, and stiff, and tired.

You miss the stars. But you understand why they left.

The city is a blur of light and movement. There are thousands of people down there, even now, at this late hour, going about their lives. It's so busy here. Always busy and bustling and alive in a way that doesn't come naturally to you.

Out of place. That's what you are. That's what you've always been. But not for much longer.

“What are you doing?” a voice stage-whispers nearby. You inhale sharply, whirling around to see… nothing. You scan the empty roof, eyes wide, your heart lodged in your throat. There shouldn't be anyone up here. You checked to make sure when you first came up, and there had been no one. If someone had come through the door, you would've heard the heavy, ancient thing creaking on its hinges, and the ladder is to your right, so you would've seen if someone came up the fire escape. So there shouldn't be anyone up here.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I know this is weird or whatever,” the voice continues. It sounds like… a guy. Honestly, he sounds like a fucking dork, with the way he's whispering so loudly. “It's just that, like, Leo would kill me if I let myself get seen, but you've been here for a while and it's pretty late, or- I don't know, early? Whatever, but I had to check on you, y'know? So, like, are you good?”

…This is weird. Right? Yeah, this is definitely weird. The guy, wherever he is, doesn't… sound like someone you need to worry about, though. Something about the way he talks makes you feel like… talking back.

“I'm good,” you say slowly, the words feeling foreign in your mouth. You twist around further, still scanning the empty roof for signs of movement. “How did you… get up here?”

“Uhhhhhh same way you did?”

Okay so he's a terrible liar. Despite everything, it makes the corner of your mouth twitch upward. “Right. Sure.” You scoot back and swing both legs back up so you can stand, your muscles protesting from sitting still for so long. You take a few steps away from the ledge, peering around you. “And where are you exactly?”

His voice goes from a stage whisper to a cheesy imitation of a ghost, and yeah, okay, this is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to you, but you can't help laughing when he croons, “I'm a hallucinaaatioooon.”

“Uh huh. A hallucination.” There are a few vents on the roof. You start to walk between them, circling each one in the hope that you'll find this guy crouched behind one, but no such luck. “A hallucination that will get in trouble with the big boss for being seen? Is that what you said?”

“Pshhhh Leo isn't the boss of me. Well, I- I guess like sort of, in a way, but not like- I mean- Dad is the- okay, no, we were talking about you. What are you doing up here? Aren't you cold?”

You cross your arms, feeling a bit petulant at the question, though you're not sure why. Yes, you're cold. But it's… fine. “Are you cold?”

“Answering a question with a question, huh?” You hear a nervous chuckle from… somewhere. “Donnie does that when I'm being- oh shit, am I bothering you right now? I am, aren't I? I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I'll- sorry, I'll let you get back to, uh, sitting.”

“No!” You reach out a hand toward nothing, feeling more than a little silly as you continue to look around you in vain. The roof is still empty. “No, please, I…”

You… what? Want to keep talking? Missed feeling seen? Maybe he is a hallucination. Maybe this is your brain's last attempt at stopping you. But… it's true. You do want to keep talking.

That's just pathetic, isn't it? Sad, lonely little girl, wanting to be seen so badly that she'll hallucinate someone to ask if she's okay. There's no one here. You're alone.

You're alone.

Everything you had been feeling before you came up here returns, all at once, like a crashing wave, smothering you beneath the crushing pressure. Your throat tightens. Your lungs burn. There's a fog in your mind and a black hole in your chest and you're shivering but it's not from the cold.

…You've put this off long enough. It's time to stop pretending.

Your shoes scuff against the roof as you approach the ledge. A gust of wind makes you sway dangerously, and you think you hear the voice again, but the roaring in your ears is too loud.

Just one more step. One more step. One more. Just. Just-

Something yanks you by the arm, and you stumble backward, bumping into something big and solid. You're wildly disoriented for a few seconds, still getting your feet steady beneath you, and then you look up to see…

Okay. You're definitely hallucinating.

“What are you doing?!” The man (??) asks, frantic concern etched into every line of his face.

His face. Green skin. No hair. And no ears, and more of a snout than a nose, and a- a mask over his eyes? For some reason? You're officially losing it.

The man snaps his fingers - there are fewer than there should be, you notice - in your face, and his other hand rests on your shoulder, holding you in place. “Focus on me, angel, okay? Can you hear me? Are you okay? What were you doing?”

He's talking so fast you don't even get a chance to answer each question before he's asking the next. You stand there, watching him fret, and Jesus, he's huge. With a big… something? On his back? A shell? You look him up and down and back up again before you finally find your voice.

“Are you a turtle?”

He stops moving, going quiet, and seems to suddenly realize something. His expression turns sheepish, almost afraid, and he pulls his hands back to fidget with them in front of his stomach. You feel unmoored without the weight of his hand on your shoulder. “Yeah, actually. I am. Sorry, I… guess I should've… I'm… I'm Mikey.”

Mikey. There's no way this is real. Still, it feels rude to not introduce yourself in turn. Mikey seems to relax when you tell him your name, but the concern returns quickly, and this time when he speaks, he does so quietly.

“What were you doing?”

Is this… your brain trying to… get you to face what you're trying to do? Somehow? You know what you're trying to do. You've been thinking about it for months. Where were these hallucinations before you quit your job? Before you sold nearly everything you own and let your lease run out and cut off the few people who have tried to make a connection with you since you moved here? You're so tired. You're so…

“You know what I was doing, Mikey.”

There's silence as you stare at each other. You watch his expression shift from confusion to dread to sadness. He looks from you to the edge of the roof and back, and his eyes start to water, and you can't, you can't, you can't do this. That's not fair. It's not fair for your mind to come up with a giant turtle man and then make you feel bad for him being sad. That's fucking ridiculous!

…But you do. Feel bad. Mikey looks lost, and scared, and sad - and you hate it.

“Sorry,” you murmur.

Mikey makes an aborted movement with his arms, then shakes his head. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. “Can I hug you?”

Well, now, this really is pathetic, isn't it? When was the last time someone hugged you? Is your brain that desperate for comfort?

…What do you have to lose?

As soon as you nod, Mikey puts his arms around you and pulls you close. His arms shake, just a little, but you feel secure in his hold. Your cheek rests against his chest, and it's… oddly firm. Textured. Warmer than the air, but still a bit cool to the touch. You can feel his chest moving as he breathes. It feels so real. And you… you don't want him to let go.

It's pathetic, fine, sure, whatever, you don't care, but when you start to sob and he only holds you tighter, you're so, so thankful that he's here.

You let yourself cry. He stays quiet, a steady presence that keeps you grounded, and when your sobs turn to sniffles, he's still holding you. It still feels real. It can't be real, it can't be, but honestly? Fuck it. Fuck everything. You really, truly, do not care. It feels good to be held. It feels good to be seen. To be… cared for. Your brain can hallucinate whatever it wants at this point, as long as Mikey is there, too.

When he starts to pull back, you cling to him. Embarrassing. Whatever. He stops pulling away though, holding you close again.

“Do you want me to take you home?” he asks.

“Don't have one anymore.”

“Oh. My bad.”

For some reason, that makes you smile. Your hallucination, which manifested because you were going to kill yourself, is apologizing for not knowing that you were homeless, which you did in preparation for said killing of said self. Yeah, no, that's funny. That's fucking hilarious.

Maybe you're a little sleep deprived, actually.

“Can I…” Mikey hesitates, his fingers tapping against where he's still holding you. “Do you maybe want to stay with me? For tonight? It's pretty late, so… you'll need a place to sleep, yeah? N-Not that I was, like, saying that- I mean, I'll take the couch obviously, so-”

Oh my god. He'd be sort of adorable if he were real. You let him stumble over his words for juuust a little longer before putting him out of his misery. “That sounds nice, Mikey.”

“Ye-Yeah? Okay. Okay. Cool. So I'll. Um.”

You yelp as he shifts his arms and picks you up like it's nothing, carrying you bridal-style. You look up at him with wide eyes, and he smiles hesitantly down at you. “Ready?”

You blink. Ready for… what? But, as you've already clearly established in your head, you're done questioning things. So. You nod.

“Alright. Uh. Don't freak out. Here we go.”

Don't freak- JESUS CHRIST. The air whips past you as he sprints across the roof and leaps into the fucking air. For a split second you're sure that you actually did step off the roof, that the hallucination has finally ended and it was just your brain scrambling to make shit up in the moment before you plummeted to your death - but then you feel the impact of Mikey landing on something and continuing his sprint. Then it happens again, a leap and a free fall and another impact, and then it happens again, and you realize he's- he's jumping between roofs. Carrying you across the city from way up here. How-

Nope. Nope. Not asking questions. Doesn't matter. He's got you. That's what matters. You press closer, loosely curling your fingers around a leather strap that's crossing over his chest. Another leap, and you think you're sort of, kind of, maybe getting used to it. There's a sort of rhythm to it, and you let yourself relax. You wonder if the rhythm is soothing or if you're just that exhausted. You wonder if any part of this is real. You wonder if you're falling asleep or falling to your death.

It doesn't matter, you decide. Either way, you'll finally be able to rest.

#I'm trying very hard not to care that it could be better #turtlecleric scrolls #bay!mikey

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