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Mikey Way: “I was borderline terrified a lot of the time My Chemical Romance was active. I was learning the bass in front of 20,000 people every night!”

By Gregory Adams ( Bass Player ) published June 9th 2023

The reunited emo kings’ low-end ranger reveals why he swapped out his signature Fender Mustang for a sparkling new signature Jazz Bass, learning bass in arenas, and how he overcame insecurity about his chops

Full interview under cut:

My Chemical Romance’s reunion has seen bassist Mikey Way thrumming through the high pomp punk of The Black Parade and Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge favorites with a familiar rhythmic fortitude, but keen-eyed band obsessives have probably noticed the musician is no longer sporting the snazzy, silver-flake Squier Mustang signature model Fender built for him back in 2012.

The good news is that’s because, as Fender have just formally announced, Way has a brand-new – but just as glammy – Jazz Bass out now. There’s a good reason why Way’s made the switch: the Jazz Bass is his first love.

Though he started out on guitar, Way got the hang of a four-string in the mid ‘90s while playing a loaned-out Jazz Bass in his pre-My Chemical Romance project, Ray Gun Jones. He upgraded to a silver-finish Jazz of his own by the time MCR started touring in the early ‘00s, but a trailer mishap led to that instrument getting smashed to pieces on a highway.

Way tells Guitar World that he eventually became obsessed with the short-scale sturdiness of a Mustang bass guitar as My Chemical Romance were writing their 2010 full-length, Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys, after fooling around with a model Duff McKagan had left at North Hollywood’s Mates Rehearsal Studio. By 2012, Way had his Squier model in stores.

It was during the downtime after My Chemical Romance went on hiatus in 2013, though, that the stubbiness of his Mustang became a little hard to handle.

“I stayed away from playing bass for a little while, which is natural – I was just decompressing,” Way explains. “Then, sometime in 2014, I picked up the bass again, to get my chops back, [but] I noticed that the Mustang felt strange to me.”

After reaching out to the folks at Fender, Way got a grip on his playing by stretching out on the longer-necked Jazzes they sent him. Way’s take on the Jazz Bass is outfitted with ’70s-style single-coil pickups, and a thinline “C”-shaped maple neck the bassist says is super-speedy.

The finish is silver, of course, but Way also wanted an aesthetically inkier black pickguard. The headstock, likewise, pops with its matching gloss-black finish.

Speaking with Guitar World, Way gets into the glam and grunge gods who inspired his love of a good sparkle coat, overcoming performance anxiety, and why a steady attack wins the bass race every time.

What were some of the musts when it came to designing this latest signature?

“I’ve been obsessed with the sparkle finish as far back as I can remember. Growing up in the ‘90s, the silver-flake [finish] was big in alternative music. Chris Cornell had the Gretsch Silver Jet, [Daniel Johns] from Silverchair had one – [with] the imagery the Smashing Pumpkins used, they liked sparkles.

“Ace Frehley, of course, was big into flake finishes, and as a kid, you love the larger-than-life, comic book world of Kiss. [And there’s] David Bowie – the glam rock stuff. That flake finish makes me think of so many different things, but that’s why I love it so much.

“I remember being younger and going into stores and seeing a flake finish and being like, 'Oh my god, that’s an expensive [looking guitar] – I can’t afford that, let alone play it.' It was almost intimidating.”

One aesthetic difference between your Mustang model and this Jazz is that you didn’t throw a racing stripe on this one.

“I thought about bringing it back and keeping the continuity. Maybe somewhere down the line we’ll throw a racing stripe on this. The thing with [seeing a] racing stripe was always like, 'This player is a badass!'”

Is there a psychology behind removing the racing stripe, then?

“The psychology behind it is that I forgot about it. When My Chemical Romance was talking about doing reunion shows [in 2019], I’d contacted Michael Schulz from Fender and was like, 'Is it OK if I make a new bass for this [next] era of My Chemical Romance?' I wanted to take my past and bring it to the future – taking my Mustang and melding it with the Jazz Basses that I loved so much.

“I tried to have my cake and eat it, too. I wanted the thinner neck, and I wanted the silver-flake, but I wanted it on a Jazz Bass. They knocked it out of the park immediately.”

Getting back to how you used to admire those silver-flake guitars in the shops, you actually started out as a guitarist, right?

“So, the story goes that my brother [My Chemical Romance vocalist Gerard Way] had a Sears acoustic guitar when he was 10 years old. We would take a shoelace and make a strap, and we would stand on the couch pretending we were in Iron Maiden. And then it got real around ’93-’94, which lines up with the rise of alternative music. You started to see people that looked exactly like you, and they were playing guitar. They were playing Fender Strats!

“My brother got a Mexican Stratocaster, Lake Placid Blue. I found it not too long ago, and Michael from Fender hot-rodded it. That’s how I cut my teeth – that Mexican Stratocaster [was] my first foray into really trying to learn how to play guitar. I would watch bootlegs of concerts, and watch [guitarists’] hands and fingers – Thom Yorke, Billy Corgan, Noel Gallagher, Jonny Greenwood. I would watch what they were doing. It all started from that.

“Bass came out of necessity, twice. Me and my brother had a band called Ray Gun Jones, I guess in ’95-’96. It was kind of Weezer-ish, or us doing a surf-punk thing [with] a little bit of pre-mid-west emo. At the time we were really into Weezer, Jawbreaker, Promise Ring, Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana, Sunny Day Real Estate.

“[Ray Gun Jones] needed a bass player, so my brother was like 'Hey, do you want to play bass for my band?' I was already a huge fan – I’d always tag along to practices. The ex-bass player let me borrow their bass. We had 4-5 songs, and I got the rudimentary from that. In that era, everyone was like, 'I want to be a guitar hero,' but I realized I had a natural knack for [bass]. I picked it up right away.

“Then, with My Chemical Romance, it was the same thing. My brother was like, 'We need a bass player,' and I was like, 'Well, this is familiar' [laughs]. 'Here’s the demo; learn these songs.' They weren’t terribly difficult.”

Was that bass you had borrowed a Fender Jazz?

“Yup, I’ve only ever played Fender. I’ve tried tons of other basses from other companies, but it always feels alien to me.”

You mentioned studying the playing of Thom Yorke or Billy Corgan through those bootleg vids. Were there any bassists that you treated similarly, to understand the mechanics of bass?

“Matt Sharp from Weezer. I tried to ape him in the beginning, but my attack sounds vaguely reminiscent of a Smashing Pumpkins recording. I would learn Siamese Dream and Melon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, and the Blue Album [the band’s 1994 self-titled debut] by Weezer. Those were the three albums that I put the most time into learning. That’s in my DNA.”

How about from a hyper-local perspective. If My Chemical Romance started out playing New Jersey basements and VFW halls, where there any bassists from that scene that inspired you, or that you appreciated?

“Yes! We shared a rehearsal space with this band called Pencey Prep – that was [MCR guitarist] Frank Iero’s original band. John McGuire was their bassist, and he let me borrow his equipment all the time. He taught me fundamentals, and gave me pointers – he taught me a whole heck of a lot.

“I always respected Tim Payne from Thursday, I loved his attack and stage presence. And when I’d watch Gabe Saporta from Midtown, I thought 'This dude is the coolest guy in the room.' He’s got this calm, cool, and collected [presence] that you can’t fake or learn. And then Eben D’amico from Saves the Day – brilliant!

“I would try to learn Saves the Day basslines. They were pretty complex [compared to] what most bands were doing in that scene. Most bands in the post-hardcore scene had simplistic basslines, but Saves the Day did not.

“There’s also Ray Toro, the guitar player of My Chemical Romance. Not only is he truly gifted at guitar, but he’s truly gifted at bass and drums – Ray can do everything. He was instrumental, early on, with showing me the ropes. Ray gave me lessons when I was a novice. I can’t thank him enough for that.”

What kind of pointers was he giving you?

“He showed me proper fretting, or [how to maintain] a steady attack. I got a really great compliment from our front-of-house guy, Jay Rigby. He told me that I’m one of the very few bass players that he doesn’t have to go in and tweak the volume [for]. 'You’re steady, throughout.' I think that’s something that Ray Toro instilled in me: the consistency of attack.

“It’s funny thinking about it, but I was such a novice going into My Chemical Romance that I would bring myself into an anxiety-ridden state of, 'Oh my god, we have a show tonight; I have to start practicing right now.' I would be practicing four to five hours before we played – I’d play the set [in the green room], and then I’d play it again. Other bands would be like, 'What are you doing?' I was so neurotic at that point, because there were so many people around me that were beyond gifted.

“I got pushed into the deep end; you’ve got no choice but to figure it out. Ray and Frank are so gifted that I had to keep up. I didn’t want to ever do the music a disservice.

“That brings me back to the simplicity of the early My Chem basslines. The first album [2002’s I Brought You Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love] was me learning the bass, and somehow [producer] John Naclerio recorded me and said, 'You did a great job,' which I did not expect.

“I thought I was going to go in there and they were going to have to do some studio magic, or someone would come in and play [my] part. I thought of the worst-case scenario, but I went in and did it. I played the bass seriously [enough] by that point.”

What are you generally looking for in a My Chemical Romance bassline?

“What makes it for me is if I do a fill, I’ll only do it once. If you listen to [the band's 2022 comeback single] The Foundations of Decay, any fill on there I only do one time. What’s interesting about The Foundations of Decay is that it’s very loose and run-and-gun. We went in and punched things in for timing, which everyone in the world does, but the meat of that is first-or-second take. Which brings me to someone else who was very instrumental to my bass playing: Doug McKean.

“He’s no longer with us, unfortunately, but he was our engineer from The Black Parade [until his passing in 2022]. He was always a huge cheerleader for me – he instilled confidence in me. He was always good at getting a killer performance out of me.”

What are some of the biggest My Chemical Romance bass moments for you?

“I’ll say that fill in on Foundations. No-one saw that coming.”

There’s a YouTube video out there of someone playing their favorite Mikey Way basslines, some while using your signature Squier Mustang, but one standout in particular is The Black Parade’s The Sharpest Lives.

“What’s funny is Sharpest Lives has a bass solo, and I was terrified of it. I had performance anxiety [through] the 12 years before we broke up – I don’t have it anymore. Somehow when the band got back together, a switch in my brain [got] flipped. [But] while My Chem was active, I was borderline terrified a lot of the time.

“I’m playing with people far above my skill level, I’m playing [on bills] with bands where their bass players are way better than me, [and] our shows were getting massive. We were playing arenas! So not only are you learning the bass, but you’re learning the bass in front of 20,000 people every night. It made me tweak a little, but I think it shaped me into what I became.

“That solo gave me anxiety. It was when we were playing the biggest venues of our career, and it would break for the solo [Way starts singing his ascending bass lick]. I practiced it relentlessly, then it [became] second nature. Later on, it [became my favorite part of the show.”

You’re already playing the Jazz signature in your live show, yeah?

“It’s what I use for the live show. Basically, Fender built [it] for the reunion, and then we made a couple tweaks for when we release it.”

Was there a learning curve at all towards transferring My Chemical Romance songs you’d written on a Mustang onto the Jazz?

“There was Planetary (GO!), a song off Danger Days. I’d guess you’d say the whole thing is a disco beat. It’s dance-y – [Mikey starts singing an octave-popping bassline], I do that for the entirety of the song. I was very happy that I only had to do that on a Mustang, initially [because of the shorter scale]. But going back to what I said, [after] I took a little break, [I] went back to a Jazz Bass.

“I missed the room, or the way my hand went up and down the neck. I wanted to go back to that, so I jumped back in and felt right at home again.”

How many Jazzes are you bringing on the road?

“I bring two basses out, [but] I stopped even switching [during the set]. This is a testament to Fender craftsmanship – that thing stays in tune. It’s got the four-saddle bridge, and it stays in tune so well. I’m a little neurotic so I’ll tune every few songs, but if I went five to six songs you probably wouldn’t even notice.”

What does it mean to you to now have a fully-formed Fender signature model – as opposed to the Squier – and with the body shape you began your career with?

“It’s really a dream come true. It’s funny, in 2002-3 we started touring across the country. I had a Mexican Jazz Bass, but [the band] were like, 'You have to use something with better electronics; better wood. Step it up!' So, I went into the Guitar Center on Route 46 in New Jersey, and at the time Fender had released a special Guitar Center edition that was silver-flake.

“It always bugged me that the pickguard was white – it threw me off, aesthetically, and I was like, 'I’m going to change that pickguard one day.' So, I got that, and I was using that for a while.

“We were out with [Boston emo quartet] Piebald – it was one of our first cross-country tours ever – and one night someone forgot to close the trailer door. We’re driving on the highway, and half the contents spilled out – unfortunately, my bass was a casualty of that.

“But Frank Iero, and his heart of gold, jumped out on the highway in the middle of the night and tried to recover [the bass]. He was like, 'Maybe we can fix it!' I’ll never forget him doing that. He got a chunk of it – it’s in one of our storage units.”

For more information on the Limited Edition Mikey Way Jazz Bass, head to Fender.com.

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Can i request a yandere rise!turtles blurb of Y/N being invited to the lair games, but what they don't know is that the turtles agreed that whoever wins can go on a date with Y/N. How would the turtles react to winning? would they be more competitive?

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH THAT I CANNOT RESIST

Tw: mention of possible injury, sabotage

First of all, the lair games is going to be straight up war. They’re all going to go for each other’s throats, to the point some might end up in med bay.

They’re going to be their upmost best, to the point many games will have ties with each other.

Out of the worst rivalries out of the four, I would say it’s Leo + Donnie and Raph + Mikey. Leo and Donnie make sense since it’s canon they literally are so fucking competitive with each other. For Mikey and Raph, the reason I say this is 1. canon details 2. Raph is Mikey’s least favorite brother, which can only mean his extra disliking.

You’re helping April + Splinter record the whole thing without knowing what the final prize is. And just when you think one of turtaleles are about to lose, they’re right back on their feet.

In the end, I would assume a 4 way tie between them. With the final game being something related to you. Perhaps a “who flusters them first” or “knowledge test” about, of course, you.

But whoever wins in the end, the other three are going to mope really bad or plan revenge.

Now let’s talk about how would they react if they won?

Raphie is going to pick you up and swing you around, so happy he gets to romantically hang out with you. But not without some “In your face!” to his bros. Mikey is not happy with this at all. “Woohoo! I get to show how much I love you!”

Leonel is SO fucking cocky. He’s going to literally sling an arm around your shoulder and give you a peck on your cheek (if he knows you’re ok with it) and give his signature shit-eating grin to his bros. Especially Donna. “Oh won’t you look at that~? Looks like I won, again.”

Diana is first going to have a little stim moment before aggressively screeching at his brothers for how incompetent they are. Definitely dances in a menacing way at Leo. “Aha! Othello Von Ryan does it again! Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a date to go to.”

Maple Syrup is a dramatic ass bitch who will kneel and hug your knees and expresses how thankful he is. The world has seen his effort to please his divinity and has rewarded him! “I love you so much. You’re so kind to me, the world doesn’t deserve you *more blabbering*”

Meanwhile the losing ones are devising plans in their head to either ruin the date or glorify themselves so that you’ll rather pick them.

I wanna write an actual piece on this ahhhhhh

#yandere #yandere x reader #tmnt #rottmnt #yandere rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #Yandere tmnt #rottmnt x reader #Tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #blurbs

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luckycharms1701 · 3 months

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3, 6, 11, and 13 for the fic ask game, pretty please? 🥰

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

okay. okay you've stumbled upon my deep dark secret shame. it's not any of my mikey fics. 😭 it's You Can Haunt Me. god that fic haunts me. future leo haunts me. i'm haunted.

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

*cracks knuckles* lavender and lidocaine. goldilocks and the fruity maple pancakes. Time with Angelo. Cross Dimension Kidnapping. amaranthine. this is just a short list of particular favorites, there are many more. i'm a re-reader, i really need to start reading new ones but they're just So Good.

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

as i mentioned earlier, i have character playlists! i have one for each of the boys in rise and ones for mikey, raph, and leo in bayverse so far. i'm slowly working on them, my playlists are always a constant work in progress.

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

like i also mentioned earlier, i don't do a lot of planning. most of my ideas list is which turtle it's for and then one line describing it or often the song that inspired the idea. like "mikey- bay- helping with fear of heights" is one from my upcoming projects i'll be working on hopefully soon.

#thanks for asking!#talking tag

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mediocrevideopodcast · 2 years

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Phasmophobia

Request: N/A! I just wanted to write about everyone playing Phasmophobia, since the new update just came out.

Pairings: N/A! Includes Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, April, and Splinter!

Content Warnings: None!

Word Count: 2037

Raphael

He hates horror games!! But his brothers give him such sad puppy eyes that he finds it hard to say no. As such, he usually puts himself on orb & DOTS duty in the truck. On the rare occasion that he HAS to go inside, you can bet that he’s either as quiet as a mouse, or talking nervously. It’s very funny to watch his model swivel around though — you just know he’s constantly spinning his mouse around out of nervousness.

His favorite ghosts are Shades and Banshees, although he’s hard pressed to say that he really “likes” any of them. He likes Shades because they’re so tame, and Banshees because they focus down one person (less likely that he’ll straight up die.) He’s most terrified of Raiju, Demons, and Yokai.

Refuses to use the spirit box. He used it once and just about jumped out of his skin when he got a response.

The most likely person to be killed during a hunt :( He’s pretty okay at hiding, but he always seems to get caught out of position when a hunt starts. He hates really open maps like Maple Lodge and the highschool for this exact reason.

His favorite map is Tanglewood, since the garage can be such a huge tell. He also thinks it’s just a cute map.

Screams at any and all ghost events. He can’t always tell the difference between a ghost event and a hunt, especially because he really doesn’t like to go inside.

Always picks up his equipment! Part of him is just like that, but the other part of him is terrified that it might be a Raiju. It doesn’t matter if it’s impossible for it to be a Raiju, he’s still scared.

He hates the tiny kid model for the ghost, and will flat out refuse to enter the house. If anyone tries to make him, he’ll DC. God bless his heart.

Surprisingly good luck with the tarot cards, but he never wants to use them.

Leonardo

He loves Phasmo, and he’s actually pretty good at it! He has absolutely zero fear of the ghosts, and he’s not afraid to do the more dangerous tests to figure out a ghost type. He regularly plays solo on Nightmare mode, but he thinks it’s more fun when everyone’s involved! He also just likes to fuck with everyone by making creepy noises. Raph and Mikey hate him for this.

His favorite ghosts are the Goryo and the Demon! He loves the Goryo since they don’t wander too much. If a ghost moves room a lot, he’s not above cussing them out. He just likes demons because they hunt early, and he thinks it’s more fun that way. He hates Shades and Yokai — Shades because they’re so inactive, and Yokai because Leo is so talkative. He’s the most likely to be killed by a Yokai, honestly.

He gets so startled by ghost events, although he’d never admit it. The scream might give him away, though.

This man hides behind doors during hunts, and it works every time. He’s also a pretty good looper when it counts, too!

On the rare occasion he isn’t hiding behind a door though, he’s usually with Mikey doing some Tactical Crouching to see who breaks and laughs first.

He likes Asylum and Maple Lodge the most. He likes how big Asylum is, and he loves the challenge that comes with it! Managing sanity is really fun for him on Asylum. And as for Maple Lodge… who doesn’t like it? He always sprints to the cabin to look at the cat picture. He doesn’t know about the fairy lights though since he never plays with his settings, and he thinks that Donnie and Mikey are insane for liking them so much.

Literally never picks up his equipment, and always loses the lighter when he needs it. He’s died many times because he thought he had a lighter to smudge, but had actually thrown it on the ground like, three minutes prior.

Horrific luck with the tarot cards, but he refuses to admit it! He loves all the cursed possessions though, and has no reservations about using them. He’ll always use the summoning circle to finish the objectives, if there is one. He also always forgets to say goodbye to the Ouija Board. RIP.

Loves asking the spirit box dumb questions.

Thinks the jingle bell footsteps in the Christmas update are funny as hell, and has died more than once during a hunt because he was laughing at them.

Donatello

Probably the one who introduced everyone to Phasmo! He loves doing no evidence runs, and he’s also one to play solo Nightmare mode as his normal game mode. Everything else has just become too easy for him at this point.

The most likely to recognize a ghost ability when it gets used, no matter how subtle. He very much likes the new Yurei hidden ability, although nobody except April ever seems to believe him when he calls it out.

He likes Mimics and Revenants the most, although he likes most ghost types! He likes doing speed tests for revenants, but he loves the challenge that a mimic provides. Honestly, any ghost that holds back evidence is fun to him!

He also hides behind doors more often than not, and he never gets killed. He doesn’t like looping, but he’s fine with doing a smudge or phantom test so long as he can break line of sight easily.

He has the worst luck in the world with the tarot cards.

His favorite maps are Grafton and Maple Lodge! Grafton just feels very nostalgic for him, having played on it since release. Plus he likes to stack the teddy bears — the bear interactions are his favorite, hands down. And he likes Maple Lodge because of the slenderman & cat easter eggs. Also he thinks the fairy lights are pretty.

He hates the writing evidence, and would rather die than try to collect that as evidence. If it comes down to it, he’ll just go off of behavior.

Never picks his stuff up, except for lighters and smudges. He knows that if he ever made the same mistake Leo did of forgetting his lighter when trying to smudge a ghost, he’d never live it down. The playful teasing between brothers is a powerful, powerful incentive.

Refuses to leave until all of the objectives are done.

Michelangelo

He loves Phasmo! It still terrifies him, but damn if he’s not gonna do his best!! He genuinely has a lot of fun with the game, even if he’s scared half to death.

His favorite ghosts are the Onryo and the Obake! He honestly just thinks the mechanics and risk taking with the Onryo are really cool, and he loves looking at the handprints to try and find an extra digit for Obake. He wants to make friends with every Obake that he finds tbh. He also thinks that Banshees are cool, but he’s almost always the target?

“WHY ME” is about 45% of his vocabulary when he’s playing with everyone.

Absolutely terrified of Raiju and Yokai. He loves chatting with everyone when he’s playing, and with Yokai, that’s what gets him killed. And with Raiju, he’s just terrified of how fast they are since everyone tends to leave their equipment around. You’ve never known fear until you see a Raiju fucking zooming at you, and you’re the only one in its line of sight.

Screams at the red light events. Enough said.

Refuses to use any of the cursed possessions, point blank. And if he sees Leo running somewhere with a lighter, he’s gonna run in the opposite direction. He’s not about to get murdered, thanks.

SUCH bad luck with picking the same hiding place as others!!! If he’s hiding in the same closet or corner with someone though, he’ll spin his character around like a madman. You’ve never known comedy until you’re shaking from trying to hold in laughter when Mikey’s fucking T-Bagging you while clipping through the locker.

He’s also a Maple Lodge enjoyer, chiefly because of the cat easter egg and the fairy lights. The slenderman easter egg never fails to scare the shit out of him, though. And the new snowman easter egg. That almost killed him, I swear.

His photos are always three stars.

Yells at Donnie when he starts grabbing all the teddy bears in Grafton. He’ll straight up pick them up and tell him to stop fucking with them. Donnie refuses, and doubles down on making a teddy bear sacrificial circle.

If everyone forgets the key when walking out of the van, he’s gonna DC. He refuses to do the walk of shame.

April O’Neil

A hardcore Phasmo enjoyer herself, she’s on the same level as Donnie at the game, if not better! She still gets scared, but that’s what keeps her coming back to the game. Every time things seem a bit too boring, there’s one tricky ghost that keeps her on the edge of her seat with excitement and fear.

Her favorite ghosts are the Myling, the Twins, and the Mimic! She loves trying to listen for the Mylings footsteps during hunts, and she thinks the paramic is the most underrated piece of equipment in the game. She enjoys the Twins because of how confusing they can be, without being too frustrating with the evidence.

In that same vein… she hates the Goryo. She finds it really boring to just sit in the van and wait for DOTS to show up, especially since it’s not always certain that it’s DOTS at all! Much like Donnie, she’d rather try and guess off of behavior.

Not as keen as Donnie when it comes to spotting all the oddball hidden abilities, but she’s very quick to pick up on certain traits and behaviors! Can she always tell when a Yurei did a secret ghost event? No, but she recognizes how much more aggressive it is when people are in its room! She’s pretty much always right when it comes to picking apart behaviors, like territorialism and interaction activity.

Screams when looping, but she’s super good at it. She’s also probably the only one to like, properly hide. If she sees Donnie or Leo hiding behind a door though, you can bet your ass she’s gonna try and get them killed.

She’s so in love with the cursed possessions update, and she loves all of the new possessions! She’ll use the summoning circle to get her objectives done, without a doubt. If she had to choose a favorite item though, it’d be the music box. That shit’s right out of a horror movie, and she loves it!!!

Enjoys asking the spirit box dumb questions, but when she gets serious and starts rapid firing real questions? That ghost had better pack up its bags, because she’s going HARD MODE.

Totally throws snowballs at Donnie when they’re on Maple Lodge. That little push always makes him scream, it’s so fucking funny.

The first person in the group to notice that the snowmens’ head on that map move now, actually.

Refuses to leave until she figures out what the ghost is. She could be at zero sanity with everyone dead and no evidence collected, and she still wouldn’t leave. She’s figuring out this ghost, damn it.

(Bonus! Splinter)

Probably goaded into it by Leo, and is about as good as you’d expect. He’s not scared at all, but he has no game sense.

Is initially pretty respectful with the ghosts, but then he gets very confrontational with them once he understands that they’re super malevolent.

Will cuss out a ghost that he doesn’t during a hunt… and gets killed for it. Everyone mourns him by throwing items from the house on his body and holding a little ceremony. Leo gives a teary speech while the body clips through the flow. Bless. Thank you for your sacrifice, Master Splinter. You have stopped the hunt by sacrificing yourself!

They get immediately hunted afterwards.

Enjoys using the spirit box and looking for fingerprints!

Feels very sad for the ghost whenever facing an Onryo, but doesn’t get why Onryo and Yurei are two separate ghosts.

Big Dad Energy, honestly.

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt imagines #rottmnt raphael x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt Donatello x reader #rottmnt michelangelo x reader #rottmnt april x reader #rottmnt splinter x reader #<- familial

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all-hail-the-witcher · 4 years

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nobody likes a claggy bit of cheese

this idea came to me in mid november while i was watching an episode of the great british bakeoff and crocheting a scarf for my sister while eating a very very healthy college lunch of apple sauce and caramel corn. someone (maybe it was paul) said the word “claggy” and i was like Wow That’s British. and then someone else (probably paul again) said “stodgy” and i was like WoW ThAts BriTisH. and then i was like you know who would appreciate these Very British Words?? my dumb friend who likes to pretend he's british. and thEn i was like Oh Shit what if he hosted great british bakeoff that would be energy oh my god. and i was About to text him that when i was like No Wait! instead of a baking competition it would be a Mac And Cheese competition because that's like,,,his wholes pride and joy. and then i was about to text him that but then i was like wAIT! this has fic written all over it oh my god i can see it now. and now here we are.

also mikey in case you didn't realize, you are my dumb fake british friend and this is your present but i mean its more of your persona slapped on race and i called it a day. its not a mothman shirt but it'll have to do eye guess

anywaymst

enjoy this trash pile

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ship: eye guess its platonic ralbert

genre: pure ass crack

warnings: uhmmm, race is an idiot, poorly written british accents, paul hollywood stare, uhhh, albert is Annoyed, jack is an idiot who makes bad mac, spot get Angryyy, idk im writing there before the fic is finished, katherine definitely knows the mafia

editing: lol that's funny

words: enough to fill a few pages but not enough to bore you to death like the metamorphosis

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“CHEESE!”

Blankets tornadoed around the room as Race jumped off the bed in a half awake sleepy haze, barely landing on his feet in a fight stance, wielding his phone like a weapon in front of him. He glared into the dark corners (not that he could even tell where the corners were considering that it was pitch dark) of the room before stumbling out into the hallway, muttering madly about cheese.

“Cheese...blue cheese…..string cheese…...mozzarella cheese….” Race barely heard his own half-mad whispers as he opened all the cabinets, rummaging around in the same matter a hurricane floods a basement, in a mad search for pasta. When he came up empty handed he scowled, sat himself up on the counter and yelled for the next best thing:

“ALLLLLLLBBEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRT!”

CRASH! That would be Albert falling out of bed. Race kicked his feet against the cabinet impatiently.

WHOOSH! SLAM! And there was Albert’s door opening and closing at an alarming speed.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The pictures in the living room began to shake, announcing his arrival.

“Race?! What’s going on? Are you okay??” And there was Albert, sliding into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of socks and boxers (despite the fact that it was probably 3 degrees out), weilding a single black converse high top. Race wasn’t quite sure how the shoe was supposed to help him, but he decided to ignore it. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by Albert’s weird antics when there was a legitimate crisis at hand.

“Race…?” Albert asked again, slowly lowering his shoe. “Is everything-” “We’re out of pasta.”

“We’re- what?” The shoe Albert had been holding banged to the floor. “You’re telling me that you woke me up at” he peered at the oven clock over Race’s shoulder, “three fifteen am to tell me that we’re out of pasta?”

“It’s horrible isn’t it?” Race slammed his head into the cabinet behind him. “Now I can’t make mac and cheese!” “W h y do you want to make mac and fucking cheese at three fifteen in the goddamn morning?!”

“BECAUSE ALBERT-” Race jumped down off the counter, “-I had a dream. A dream where I was competing on The Great British Bakeoff and I made my Famous mac and cheese. And Paul Hollywood, the man, the legend h i m s e l f, tasted my humble mac and said ‘Race. That is amazing.’ And gave me a handshake! And I was so honored that I awoke hungry for the wonderful, delicious, creamy taste of mac and cheese. So I wander into the kitchen and what do I find? A fridge full of cheese, but no pasta to be found!” He stepped closer to Albert, planting his hand firmly on his shoulder. “This is an emergency!”

Albert swatted away Race’s hand and rubbed his eyes, already turning back toward his room. “If Paul Hollywood deemed your mac and cheese so amazing then just hold a competition of your own and make other people make mac and cheese for you. That way I don’t have to go to Walgreens at three thirty.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “I’m going back to bed. Don’t make us lose our security deposit.”

Race stood in stunned silence as Albert disappeared down the hall and his door closed.

“That sleep deprived idiot might actually be onto something,” he muttered, launching himself onto one of the bar stools and opening his laptop. He had work to do.

•••

“You know, when I told you to host your own mac and cheese competition I thought I dreamt that entire encounter, and, now that I realize that I definitely didn’t, I especially didn't expect you to make me host it, and I certainly didn’t expect you to make me wear this dumb costume.” He tugged uncomfortably at the dark blazer and black wig.

“Oi mate, if you’re gonna be Sue yew gotta start actin like ‘er!” Race glared.

“But Race-”

“Thas Paul Hollywood to you. I don want none uh this ‘Race’ business,” he crossed his arms and gave Al his best Steely Eyed, Paul Hollywood Glare.

Albert just rolled his eyes and stomped off.

Race sighed happily as he turned to survey the tent in front of him. He had called Katherine last night after his missing pasta crisis and asked if he could use her Dad’s Hampton’s estate to host a mock version of the Great British Bakeoff but for mac and cheese. Katherine, like any good rebellious daughter, had loved the idea and called several of her “contacts” that apparently “owed her favors.” (Race didn’t understand the life of rich people, it seemed very extravagant and two-faced) And that was how Race had come to be standing in a tent with what could very well be the set up of the Great British Bakeoff laid out in front of him with he himself dressed in his very best blue button down and jeans, a spitting image of Paul Hollywood. Well, maybe Paul Hollywood 30 years ago.

His friends that he had invited on to be the contestants of the show were setting up at their stations. There was Jack, Davey, Romeo, Mush, Blink, Finch, Buttons, Specs, JoJo, Spot, Crutchie, and Smalls. Katherine had opted not to participate and instead film everyone to make it seem more like the actual show.

Someone (probably Katherine) had forced Albert to stand next to him to announce the signature challenge that they had prepared.

“Alright bakers-”

Race shot him a side glance.

“-er, mac and cheese cookers?” he tried to amend. “Today Ra-uh, Paul would like you to make a nice, hefty batch of mac and cheese. You may use whatever ingredients you would like, but he would like it to be cheesy, delicious, and contain pasta. You have 45 minutes.” Race could practically hear the sigh in his voice. “On your marks, get set, ba-cOOK!”

Finally, Race thought as his friends scrambled around their respective stations, I’m going to get some good mac.

•••

It was becoming very clear very quickly that Race may not actually be getting any good mac.

He wandered from station to station, Albert following begrudgingly behind him, progressively becoming more and more disappointed in each and every one of his friends. Didn’t any of them know how to cook?

“Roight Jack.” He leaned on the one empty scrap of counter in front of him. “What are yew makin?”

“It’s a surprise.” Jack - well he assumed it was Jack, he couldn’t really be sure with all the flour flying everywhere - ran around his workspace, which was crowded with every ingredient imaginable, from shredded cheese to, was that maple syrup?

“Jack for the sake of the show yew gotta tell us what yew’re makin.” Jack must not have the braincell today.

From somewhere in the flour cloud a timer went off. Jack yelped and dropped what sounded like several pots with an amazingly loud clatter.

“If you really must know - ouch!! - I’m making - god fUCK! - baked mac and cheese with a - SHIT! - crispy top.”

“Alright well,” Albert dodged a flying blob of flaming cheese, “we’ll leave you to it. Hopefully we get to actually eat something edible.”

“Good luck,” Race turned away from Jack’s workstation and leaned towards Albert as they made their way to Mush’s station. “Do we ave a foire extinguishah here?”

“I think so?”

“Good cause we moight need it.” Albert looked at him knowingly for a long minute before the two of them snapped out of it and approached Mush.

“So Mush,” Race said, taking in the polar opposite of the mess of a station that had been Jack’s, “what ave yew got for us?”

Mush smiled, looking up from the block of cheese that he had been grating. “Today I’m going to be making my signature mac and cheese with three kinds of cheese.”

Race let out an audible sigh of relief. Finally something that sounded edible!

“Is that pleasing enough for you, Your Highness?” Mush winked mischievously and Albert giggled.

Race straightened up, checking his mouth for drool (there was none). “Yes, oim looking forward tew it.” He watched as the cheese mush was grating flaked satisfyingly into the bowl, his mouth watering at the very sight and thought of cheese. Oh cheese. Beautiful, rich, delicious cheese. “Oi would like tew sample some cheese if yew don't mind.”

Mush straightened up, putting his hands around his cheese protectively. “And I want someone to slap me so hard my eyes fall out. We can’t all get what we want, Susan B. Anthony.”

“Hollywood, moi name is Paul Hollywood.” Race glared at Mush, horrified that he would decline him the judge a cheese sample! Paul Hollywood always got ingredient samples when he asked for them! Maybe he should have put more effort into his hair today…

“I know very well who you are,” Mush went back to grating his cheese. It was as if he were mocking Race with every bit of shredded goodness that fell onto the glorious cheese mountain.

“I do believe you’ve upset Mr. Hollywood.” Albert smirked. Of course he had to join in on the make-Race-feel-like-hes-being-mocked party.

“I don’t particularly care about Mr. Hollywood’s feelings,” Mush put down the grater and reached under his counter for a pan. “What I do care about is the fate of my mac and cheese so,” he stared at the two of them, deadpan , “be gone Thots.”

“But-”

“I SAID BE GONE THOTS!” Mush pointed a wooden spoon at the two of them menacingly and Race half expected sparks to shoot out of the end like some kind of sorcery bullshit, but all he got was a cloud of flour to the face and twelve sets of confused eyes looking at him.

“Uhh,” he mustered every ounce of Paul Hollywood that he could, “thank yew Mush.” Quickly he turned away, brushing the flour out of his sharpied on beard and mustache while Albert stifled laughter next to him. “Shut up,” he muttered.

“But that was-”

“Oi said shut- oh hoi Smalls!” He tried desperately to regain his composure as they approached the final station.

“Gucci Prada my fuckin clown wig I- oh, uh, hi!” Smalls quickly put the spatula that she had been holding behind her back.

“What are yew makin for uh today?” Race took in Smalls’s station. There was a wide array of cheese on the counter, we well as spices and breadcrumbs and pasta. But something seemed...different.

Smalls looked down at her feet, suddenly very interested in the carpet.. “I’m making gluten free baked mac and cheese.”

“Why gluten free?”

“Because,” Smalls glanced behind her briefly before hissing, “because that was the only kind of pasta I could find in my cabinet that's why you feet fucker.”

Race’s toes tingled with happiness. He do it! He could say the trademark Paul Hollywood meme thing!

“Now, when yew make mac and cheese gluten free it tends to get stickey and lose some of its taiste. Ave yew tested this to make sure that wont appen?”

“Y e s,” Smalls rolled her eyes. “I put extra oil in it so the pasta wont get sticky a n d there’s lots of spices for added flavor.” She brought her spatula out from behind her back in a soldiers salute. “I won’t disappoint you, your Highness Mr. Paul Hollywwod Sir.”

“Yew bettah not,” Race laughed as he walked back to his very official looking director’s chair (he didn’t want to know how many people Katherine had had to kill to get this).

“Sue, how much toime is left?”

“TEN MINUTES COOKERS, TEN MINUTES!”

There were varying screams of frustration from around the room as his friends scrambled to get done. The smell of cooking cheese wafted from several ovens and stoves and Race smiled contentedly. Twas almost Mac Time.

•••

Ten minutes later, as promised, Race was standing behind a Very Official looking wooden table with a fork and a glass of water, ready to taste (or spit out, depending on whose it was), his friends’ mac and cheese.

“Oilright, Davey, why don’t yew bring up yewr mac.”

Davey strode up to the table confidently, somehow without a spec of food on his apron, and placed down a plate of gooey looking pasta. Man oh man he was excited! But no, today he was Paul Hollywood. No excitement. Only glares.

He picked up his fork and took a scoop of pasta, glaring at Davey for good measure as he tasted.

He chewed for far longer than actually necessary to give Davey just enough time to get nervous before giving his verdict. “Whot yew’ve actually done is quite noice, Oi rather loike the blend of the cheddar and the goat cheese, but what yew’ve done is create something that’s so soft that its lacking textah. It’s loike Oi need somethin crunchy to offset it.”

Davey nodded. “Okay.”

“But overall noice job.” He nodded, the silent cue for Davey to take his dish and return to his station.

Race surveyed the contestants and grimaced. “Jack bring yew’re flamin bomb up here.”

He thought he heard Jack mutter some half-decent curses under his breath, but not decent enough for him to repeat.

A few seconds later a lump of orange stuff with green (???) blobs on top on a plate was placed in front of him. “Roight,” he sighed. “What ave yew got there?”

“Well this is my baked mac and cheese with green goldfish topping!” Jack said proudly.

Race looked at the plate as if it were a flesh eating disease that could kill him at any second. And, knowing Jack’s track record with food, it just might. “Any reason why you chose green goldfish?”

“Adds a pop of color!” Jack bounced on his toes.

Good gosh. Race took the tiniest bite possible on his fork and lifted it to his mouth-

“Make sure you get a goldfish!” Jack insisted. “Really adds a burst of flavor!”

“Oh sure, sure.” Race picked one up before shoving the whole abomination into his mouth. He chewed for a few seconds before swallowing down as best as he could.

“Wow that is pitiful,” Race coughed. “The pasta is overcooked, and the cheese, yew’ve cooked it too much so that it’s become gummy, and all the moistah has gone into the goldfish and made them soggy.”

“Oh,” Jack sounded deflated.

“Overall the textah is a bit claggy, and no one loikes a claggy bit of cheese.”

“Right, right.” Jack stroked his invisible beard.

“Overall its dreadful and Oi’d loike it if you removed it from my sights, preferably to the bin. Next!”

•••

Almost a half hour later Race was practically done testing all of the mac and cheese, save for Mush’s and Smalls’s. Along with Jack’s trashpile, Spot’s had also been notably horrible, it was somehow burnt and undercooked at the same time? Race didn’t even want to know. Crutchie’s and JoJo’s though had been surprisingly decent, and both were in the running to win.

“Oilroight Smalls, bring up yewr mac why don’t yew.”

A few moments later a plate of mac and cheese was dumped in front of Race with no class whatsoever. “Here you go Mr. Paul Sir.”

Race stabbed his fork into the pile of noodles. “This was the gluten free baked mac and cheese, roight?” “Yes your highness.”

Race rolled the noodles around on his tongue for a few long moments while his taste buds analyzed the flavor combinations.

“Roight so, I warned yew about this bein tasteless roight?” Smalls quirked up her eyebrow. “It’s tasteless isn’t it.”

“Yes. Get it away from me at once.”

“Of course, your lordship.” Smalls snatched the plate from the table, even curtsying to Race before making her way back to her station, picking up a fork, and digging into her own mac and cheese.

“I don't know what you’re talking about Mister Colonel Hollywood Sir, this tastes great!”

Race bushed imaginary crumbs off of his table. “And Oi’m goin tew pretend Oi didn’t hear that.” He pointed to Mush. “Mush, bring up yewr creation, if yew pleathe.”

“But of course!” Mush placed down his plate of mac and cheese in front of Race, who dug in immediately. “What you have there is parmesan, cheddar, and american cheese with elbow pasta. Enjoy.”

Race let the glorious noodles glide over his tongue as his palate was enveloped in a wonderful cheese flavor. He was amazed. He was astounded. Hell he was even speechless! What did Paul Hollywood do when he was speechless? Oh right!

“Well done Mush,” he stuck out his hand for the famous Paul Hollywood Handshake. “That’s a really great plate you’ve made.”

“Oh, thank you sir!” Mush smiled joyfully as Albert tried to sneak a bite of the mac and cheese. Race swatted his hand away with his other hand.

“In fact, it’s the best that Oi’ve had today, and Oi announce yew as Star Cooker!”

The room erupted into cheers and everyone ran to hug Mush while Race quickly finished his mac and cheese. His plan had worked perfectly. The next time he was out of pasta at three am he knew exactly who to call.

•••

“Hello? Do you need help burying the body?” A tired voice answered the phone.

“Mush, it’s Race. I’m craving mac and cheese and I don't have any pasta. Can you-”

“NO!”

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so how bout that huh

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brightlotusmoon · 5 years

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I think I have a cold. Throat is sore and swollen, inner ear is off, taking a blazing hot shower felt blissful. Bah.

Somebody write me a Mikey Whump And Fluff ficlet. Put chocolate in the coffee. I need to force myself to eat a thing. Maybe a chocolate powder smoothie with sunflower butter and maple syrup. I'm tiiiired and I'm back to being in that weird ADHD RSD depression slump that insists I'm a bad noodle for no actual reason I can think of.

(Nah, there is a specific reason but it's too ridiculous and bizarre to dwell on and involves people who don't know the difference between fiction and reality)

#adhd rsd #autistic anxiety #anxiety #writing tmnt mikey as neurodivergent symbolism #tmnt mikey reminds me to be optimistic #tmnt mikey x reader #give mikey caffeine for his adhd #tmnt imagines #tmnt headcanons #tmnt headcanon #michelangelo is my hyperfixation #michelangelo is adhd and autistic like me #fluff and angst #ugh #fibromyalgia #simple partial seizures

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tmnt-veelicious · 6 years

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Across the Stars - Ch.2

URG, this chapter is small and yet it took me time to write it... I hate beginnings :’D Oh wellzzz, time to meet the others ! Heads up, next chapter might contain mentions of anxiety/panic attack. Also I’ve added links in this chapter regarding Vee’s tattoo and a reaction she has at some point (OF COURSE IT’S A VINE HAHAH) Have fun reading <3 First Chapter --> HERE Next Chapter --> HERE

She got green-lighted for a meeting three days later, meeting up with April right after work, following the reporter deep down the bowels of New York city's sewers. Vee couldn't deny being nervous, the exctasy of being shown things and beings that were so out of the ordinary fueling her with renewed energy. She still wondered if all of this was nothing more than a dream, but soon her thoughts shifted as they stumbled upon the infamous lair. The place was huge, the ceiling as high as the surroundings extending to many opened and closed rooms. It wasn't as much filled with water as Vee first thought, but it still had a slight 'sewer charm' that kept the woman grounded in this new world. ''Vee!'' She recognized Donatello's voice, turning to him with a wide smile. Although it did falter a little as she spotted three other turtles beside him, all impressive in size and look. April did warn her earlier, but she did not expect them to be so imposing. Donnie offered to take the woman's coat out of courtesy, revealing Vee to be wearing a black long-sleeved turtle neck shirt and jeans. She oddly felt smaller than she already was, her eyes still locked on the three other turtles. The one she noticed the most was wearing a red do-rag, his whole body being a mountain of muscles. He looked intimidating and severe, gazing down the human as if constantly judging her. Then she could see another one wearing a blue mask, this one looking more collected and slightly less muscled than the other. Vee couldn't help feeling a strong sense of leadership in him, mostly dued to his posture and general calmness. And finally she spotted the orange masked one, always showing a smile. He was smaller than the others, but still taller than Vee without any doubts. She already categorized him as an extrovert, a people-person, an explosive energy seeming to emanate from his sole being. ''So, that's Donnie's girlfriend?'' scoffed the red masked one. Vee froze. ''Wh-?'' ''If you mean by that a friend that happens to be a girl, yes she is,'' corrected Donatello with a frown as he was back by the woman's side. ''Aw come on D, the way you keep talking about her, we thought you guys were already a thing,'' chided in the small one with a mocking tone. If looks could kill...! Donnie was staring down at his brothers, trying to get them to stop. He did change the subject around, gesturing the other turtles to Vee, presenting them, from blue to red and finally orange. ''Forgive these buffoons.... Here's Leonardo, Raphael and Michelangelo.'' Vee smiled in response. ''Nice to meet you all! My name is Véronique.'' ''Veh-what now?'' cut the big one, confused. ''It's a French name, Raph. She's French Canadian,'' sighed Donnie, reajusting his glasses. ''Ooh, Canadian,'' said Michelangelo. ''The land of maple syrup and moose riding!'' ''And we also live in igloos,'' added Vee with a playful smirk. ''Sorry if my name is a mouthful of nonsense. You guys may call me Vee.'' The orange masked turtle nudged Raph. ''Look, she even says sorry, just like a true Canadian,'' he commented. ''Okay Mikey,'' cut the soft, yet authoritarian voice of Leonardo, finally speaking up. ''You've mocked our guest more than enough.'' His blue eyes went to April, catching the reporter's attention. ''April, can I have a word with you?'' As both of them moved to a quieter place, Donatello took the opportunity to show Vee around the place, shooing his two other brothers away as he knew they wouldn't stop pestering him. *** ''I don't know what to think about all of this,'' started Leo, crossing his arms before him, staring down with a quick sigh. ''… She looks nice but...'' ''But?'' pressed April with half of a smile. ''Can we trust her? Who knows if she'll go around telling people about us? It's already good enough that we have you, Vern and Casey around, but now a new human presence equals new possibilities or troubles.'' ''Woh, easy there.'' April tried her best to sound reassuring. ''I can already assure you that you can trust her. … You should give Donnie more credit; he wouldn't have met her if he knew she'd be trouble. You knew he was talking to her and yet you didn't stop him.'' ''Well, yeah, because he was trying to find information about her. I didn't want someone with a criminal record to go live with you, if she ever had one. Plus she moved from another country, that's a bit suspicious.'' April mimicked his position, showing a blank stare. ''That's called a new life experience, Leo. I don't see how that can be a bad thing.'' The turtle stayed silent, trying to think of a good comeback. His eyes trailed around the lair, soon spotting Donatello and Vee... ''Give her a chance, for Donnie's sake,'' added the woman gently. ''… They seem to get along pretty nice and I think it'd be good for you guys to see a new face around here.'' You should give people more credit, echoed chief Vincent's voice in Leo's head. He looked back to April, still serious. ''One mistake and she won't be allowed here anymore.'' *** Vee couldn't hide her grin as she spotted Donatello's workplace: two desks facing one another with plenty of screens showing various things. ''Oh wow!'' she let out in awe. ''I've never seen that many screens for one desk, let alone two!'' ''I do a lot of surveillance and multitasking so they come in handy!'' beamed up the tall mutant with a smile, as if proud he could impress the woman. The human continued to look around until she came near his lab part, a soft ''ooh'' escaping her lips. She always have had a fondness for science, her curiosity always pushing her to stay informed about its many subjects. She rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, out of habitude whenever she would get to touch things and be careful, and proceeded to check out a beaker and other tools. ''This is amazing,'' she added. ''All this super secret setup, this cool lair! You guys are truly like some sort of super heroes!'' Donnie was now showing a shy smile, but it quickly faded out as his eyes spotted something on Vee's left forearm. He came to her, carefully taking her wrist in his large hand, examining her skin which showed a tattoo, a sentence. He didn't remark Vee who was now looking up to him with large eyes, surprised by his behavior. Being this close again, she could now notice how tall he actually was, the top of her head hardly reaching his shoulders... ''I remember you saying you have tattoos, but I never really got to see them,'' he said, mesmerized by it, a finger slowly going over the letters. Vee was blushing hard, letting out a small laugh. ''Yeah, I have four of them and I plan to get more,'' she said. Donatello looked up to her, then realizing that he was probably a bit too close, his hands suddenly letting go of the woman's arm. He cleared his throat, standing straight. ''What does it mean? That's Latin, isn't?'' he asked. The human showed a comforting smile. ''Indeed! It means 'You are here for a reason'. … It's a lil' something I try to remember when things go bad.'' Their eyes met, Vee suddenly feeling her heartbeat increase. She couldn't help moving forward, next gently taking one of his hands, getting to sense his skin's texture. She noticed how slightly distressed he looked, most probably not used to people approaching him like this. ''… It's funny,'' calmly started the woman. ''I thought I knew you after all of those months of talking, but now everything feels new. … I'm still trying to figure out if any of this is real or not.'' His other hand came over hers, the ghost of a smile coloring his traits. ''It is very real, I can assure you,'' Donnie started. ''… I'm sorry about all the secrecy.'' ''Why did you finally accept to meet face to face?'' The turtle slightly sticked out his tongue a few times, thinking, Vee instantly knowing this was the cutest thing she would ever witness in her life. ''It just felt right,'' he finally said. ''I mean, it's easy talking with you. I don't need to rephrase everything I say, compared to whenever I speak to my brothers. We share many interests... Do I need to go on?'' Vee snorted a small laugh. ''See! We even have the same freakin' laugh. Unbelievable,'' he added, chuckling. Yeah, okay. This was no dream. The woman was finally starting to feel more at ease, her hands still inbetween his. She couldn't help noticing how warm he was, even though being a reptile.... ''Hi! Would you like a cup of tea?'' said a new voice. Vee looked towards the source, a surprised gag suddenly leaving her as her body twitched, now seeing a giant rat holding two small cups. Donatello realized he never mentionned this newcomer... ''Ah, uh, Vee, this is master Splinter. He's my dad.'' The woman looked surprised for a second, next taking her time to observe the rat. He was slightly smaller than her, his fur showing some grey and his black eyes were strangely expressive. She showed a smile, trying to be polite. ''W-why yes, tea sounds nice!'' she replied, next being handed a cup. The brew smelled nice, calming her nerves instantly. She did not hesitate to take a sip, green tea being one of her favorite kinds. ''Thank you for the cup, the taste is absolutely delightful,'' she added next. ''Polite. Just as expected from a Canadian,'' said the rat, amused. Okay he's the father, alright, thought Vee, trying not to spit her sip. She could hear Donnie grumble, probably cursing the entire world. ''Does everyone have to embarrass me today?'' he simply said. ''Do not fret over this, my son. I was simply approving your choice of guest. At least she didn't try to attack me like Casey did.'' ''Well, yeah, that's why I took her away from Mikey and Raph before she got any bad ideas,'' replied the turtle, now showing a smile. ''Even if I wanted to try,'' added Vee. ''I'm no ninjas like you all. The only thing I can manage to do is get bruises by simply looking at a wall.'' Both snorted, Vee's clumsiness having been brought a certain number of times in their previous discussions over the last few months. The woman's heart fluttered for a moment as her eyes met his, somehow glad she could finally share moments like this in flesh and not before a screen... ''Donatello did mention you are an artist, but I was curious as to what kind exactly?'' next asked master Splinter. Vee grinned with a small frown, still looking at Donnie. ''Well, it seems like I'm a popular choice of conversation around here.'' The turtle wished he could disappear. Vee turned back to the rat, her traits calm and soft. ''I am mostly well-versed in music and drawing, although I tend to touch writing in my free time. I try to be as versatile as possible so I can take on many offers and possibilities. … I tend to believe knowledge is the most powerful tool I can have.'' Splinter smirked at the mention of this, a small chuckle escaping him as he eyed the turtle. ''Well if that doesn't remind me of someone!'' Donatello sighed, visibly annoyed: ''Dad, please...'' ''Don't worry, the old rat that I am will stop pestering you,'' said the other, already turning to leave. He did nod at Vee, a smile still on his lips. ''It was nice to finally meet you and you are always welcome in this house!'' As soon as he was out of sight, Vee threw a new playful grin towards Donnie, cocking an eyebrow. ''A lot of your family members seems to hook us up already. Should I take this as a sign?'' The turtle blushed, soon hiding his face in his hands, grumbling before finally speaking: ''They revel themselves in my misery, please don't pay any attention to them.'' ''Well, disregarding that, they all seem fine so far,'' added the woman, taking a new sip of tea. Donatello looked down to her, somehow amused. ''… I don't understand. How can you be so calm about all of this?'' he asked. ''Your reaction is just so … different!'' Vee shrugged: ''If I'm willing to believe aliens could exist, why not mutants? My curiosity strangely overrides my fear right now and I can't help being in awe when facing all of this.'' ''Huh, I can already hear Raph's voice saying 'We're not a freakshow'.'' ''And I don't believe you are either.'' She was now before him, her free hand on one of his arms, her thumb slowly stroking his skin. Their eyes met, Vee's gaze tender, smiling softly. ''… Donnie, I value you first and foremost for who you are, not what you are. You're probably not used to hear this, but it's true. We spent many months talking and developping a friendship.... The fact that you're showing me all of this, who you truly are, only deepens the trust I have towards you.'' The mutant showed a same smile, his hand coming over hers, subconsciously craving for any contact. ''Thanks... that means a lot.'' For a moment, everything felt at peace, the world shutting down around them. Nothing else mattered as they had found eachother. Finally...

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orlomac · 7 years

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Man, I have a love affair with food. It's something out of a Norman Rockwell painting most of the time, if he had captioned it "Glutony". I have a littany of different, BAD foods that swarm around my head and are the best part of my day. I guess I'll share them now; The AM Crunch Wrap from Taco Bell's breakfast menu, The infamous and simple Sausage Biscuit from McDonald's breakfast menu, Korean BBQ wings extra extra crispy and wet from Rooster's, The Frisco Melt from Hardee's (Carl Jr's if you're from Cali) The new Cadbury style egg but Reese's, Authentic Mexican street food truck's riddled through Columbus, The Buffalo gyro with feta from Papa Gyro's, The Maple Bacon donut from Peace, Love and Tiny Donuts, The Double Trouble from John Georges (of course) The Double Pepp from Mikey's Late Night Slice, The Turkey club on a pretzel bagel from Tim Horton's, and ANY kind of ice cream from Jeni's ( I recommend the Dark Chocolate and Butter Lemon combo)

It appears the President Trump is following up on all of his promises. The next 4 years are going to be hard to recover from. Unfortunately, this what the majority of the country wants. I blame the democrats completely. We truly deserve whatever nightmare is coming, and it's going be very very hard for some more than others.

However, the scary thing about Trump is that he is doing some good. He is going after the TPP and NAFTA. That is incredible. If he is able to achieve these things, he could possibly be not just a good President, but a great one. Yet, if you accomplish these things, and still build a 15 billion dollar wall to separate us from Mexico, that will effect their economy, ours and funny enough Canada's, how do we digest that as a country?

I don't know.

I have about 25-35 comics I'm behind on reading, which I'd like to catch up on today through Wednesday. The writing is mostly good, but it can sometimes drag, because the new encroachment of non-comic book - movie fans are beginning to dissuade the writers from staying on pace.

But, fuck it.

I'm seeing a councilor weekly now, and I am closer and closer to getting on medication. I have to direct the conversation, while allowing her to think she is. It can be exhausting, but, again - fuck it. It's a means to an end. I'm going to moving back downtown in late February/ Early March. I have to let Blake move in and that is after I hired him last week. I'm the Vice President now of my bosses new company, and I know that we are going to do a really really good job.

I'm going to miss my roommates. They're good guys. We have a lot of fun together, but being on the cusp of 35, I can't hang around because something is convenient or fun. I have a lot to accomplish and this spring is going to be here sooner than later.

I love driving around with Grumble and my Gramma. It's hell for Grumble and great for my Gramma. I feel bad for her. She is couped up in her house, alone with 7 cats that drive her crazy, yet she wouldn't have it any other way. My Gramma is very funny, unique, self deprecating and witty, yet she is depressed, regretful and unidentifyingly jaded in some ways. Her mild racism borders an endearing charm that makes her undeniably fun to be around. Her observation of today's world rivals mine as we are equally confused at how ardent people are attached to their phones.

The other day my Mom asked me to set her phone so that the screen won't lock every 30 secs. I set her phone for 5 minutes and I told her "You realize, we can't go 5 minutes without looking at our phones?" We are all guilty of this. I absolutely detest it.

The older I get, the more I'm turning introverted. This world has exhausted itself, and we just don't know it yet. I wish I shared what is so interesting with my peers and today's youth, but I've just never fit in. I've never 'got it'. I'd like to get more involved with the Democratic Socialist party this year. I think Bernie has opened the doors for us. If only time was still a friend. I hope liberals are watching current political climate, because we are going to need them in four years, and I really mean that.

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cozymaples · 4 months

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mike watching you ride him, large palms placed firmly on your hips. he feels like if he doesn’t hold onto something, he’ll simply pass out. he watches you, jaw slack and cock throbbing, brows knitted together with pleasure. you lean forward, finally pressing your lips together as you gasp the air out of one another. his hands shift their focus, gripping your jaw and neck to keep you firmly against his mouth. he gives you just enough room to slip his tongue in your mouth, kneading softly against your own.

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cozymaples · 6 months

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warnings: somnophilia! , afab!reader , f!oral receiving , fingering.

mike who gives you his hoodies, the fabric billowed around your frame as you fall asleep, sprawled across the mattress for an afternoon nap. mike, who gives you his hoodies, rotating them through each night shift to pass the next one onto you. mike, who knows you dread laundry day, because the smell of him that clings to the fabric will subtly be washed away.

mike who makes you stir from sleep, watching you wake as his sweatshirt adorns your frame. your senses immediately travel to the warmth between your legs, earning a loud moan from you. mike who doesn't even look up at you yet, mouth working tenderly on your clit. mike who wishes you a 'good mornin', baby." as his tongue laps at your clit, dragging across the flesh of your pussy mean and slow. the pace is tantalizing, and your hands lunge from your sides, fingers tangling in his hair. "mikey," you keen, whimpering softly as you feel your orgasm build. mike who knows his night shifts have grown more dreary, with you longing for his presence in bed with you; who knows you need him before he quietly crawls into bed at seven a.m. mike who encourages you to come now, holding your hand as your other tangles in his locks. "come for me, baby." he pleads, finally allowing himself to look up at you, hazy with sleep and doe-eyed. he slides two fingers into you, plunging into your wetness as he pumps rapidly inside of you, working his mouth against your clit. "please," he begs. you oblige, unraveling beneath him with tremors and wails of pleasure, sobbing into the air as you tighten your grip on all parts of him. "there you go," he praises, crawling up between your legs to reach your face, palms pressed firmly into the matress on either side of you as he presses his lips to yours. you cradle his face as he kisses you, his large hoodie sleeves climbing halfway up your hands. "good morning."

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cozymaples · 4 months

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mike fucking you till you cry but being so sweet about it -

“feel that good baby?” n wiping her tears?? LAWDDDDD

OHHHH UH HUH.

“can’t-“ you gasp, sobbing softly as mike fucks into you. his cock is thick, long and hard as it stretches you out. the mattress squeaks beneath you, and he coos softly. “oh, baby; but you can.” he encourages, his thumb lazily rubbing circles into your clit like muscle memory, knowing just where to make you squirm. “feels good, huh?” he asks, be-knowingly. the girth of his cock makes you feel stuffed full of him, the length of him brushing against your g-spot. he wipes your tears with his thumb, pressing his lips to yours over and over again. tender kisses to keep you grounded as he fucks into you harder, broken sobs spilling from you into his mouth. his lips are parted, moans trembling out of him as he listens to your weak, whiny moans. “come on, honey.” he pleads, “want you to feel good, baby. let go. let yourself go.” he orders softly between thrusts, and you cry out, coming undone around his cock, feeling him twitch inside of you, spilling his load into you.

yeah…yeah.

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cozymaples · 6 months

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warnings: filming, praises, gagging, afab!reader, penetration, blowjob

mike who's been digging through his belongings that have been mailed to him by his parents, collecting any last remnants of what he owned that was still in their possession. mike who finds a shitty old video camera, one that somehow still works perfectly despite its age.

mike who groans, fist full of your hair as you bob your head up and down his cock. "fuck, honey-just like that-" he moans, and you oblige. his other hand is busy filming you, hand wrapped snugly under the fabric handle as he cradles the video camera. the weight of his cock rests on your tongue, his thrusts into your mouth spilling drool from you around his length. "god-" he groans, and he can feel his balls slapping against your chin.

he's quick to change positions, eager to fill you with his load instead of painting it on your face. though, both are equally as rewarding. he fucks into you from behind, tugging your hair as he pants above you. "fuck, baby-m'so fuckin' close," he whines, desperate and needy. "yeah? wanna fill me with your load?" you retort, allowing your hips to guide you rhythmically back against his cock. "fuck-" he groans, dragging it out as it catches in his moans. "want me to fill you up nice and good, yeah? desperate little fuckin' thing, aren't you?" you whimper in response, his words earning moans from you. "we both know it's true, honey. spoiled fuckin' brat gettin' off on me filming her like a slut, huh?" you nod quickly, "wanna have you fuck your cum back into me-breed me like your good little whore-" you whine, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. "oh shit, honey-can't-" he stammers, his hold on the video camera growing shaky. "can't say things like that-" his grip tightens on your hair, his thrusts growing more sloppy, but harder. you're skin to skin, feeling his hips snap against your thighs. "c'mon, sweet thing. don't leave me hanging-" he urges, stuffing two fingers into your mouth. he runs them along your tongue, warm and wet as his cock twitches from the feeling. he forces them further, hearing you gag around his fingers, sliding them back and forth. you grip the sheets beneath you, moaning between gags, finally unraveling for him as you come around his cock, the clench of your pussy tightening around him sending him over the edge. "fuck-!" he groans, his cum spilling from his cock as it fills you up. your head goes dizzy, eyes fluttering as you hear the sound of your dripping pussy getting his cum fucked back into you.

he snaps the video camera shut, tossing it on the mattress as he leans down, pressing his chest to your back to talk to you. "only my fuckin' girl, yeah?" he asks, you nod rapidly, whining as he keeps his cock inside of you. you feel the cum spilling out of you, despite his thick cock plugging your hole. "answer me-" he demands, and you do. "only yours-" you breathe, panting from him working you so hard. "that's my baby." he coos, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "that's my girl."

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cozymaples · 5 months

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mike who lets you suck on his fingers, enabling your oral fixation as he kisses your neck. mike who slides them down your torso after they're coated completely, sliding both of them inside of you at once. mike who catches the moan you release into his own mouth, stealing it through the kiss he presses to your lips. mike who moans back, parting his lips for air as he moans into your mouth, cock twitching at how tight you are. how warm you are-how wet you are.

"my pretty fuckin' baby," he murmurs against your lips. you gasp softly here and there, little "ah!-" 's escaping from you, echoing into his mouth. "uh-huh," he encourages, fingers brushing along your g-spot. "come for me."

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cozymaples · 5 months

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good vibrations! (mike schmidt x reader)

contains: use of vibrator, afab!reader, praises, body image issues briefly mentioned for reader but it's literally like a two second thing and nothing specific!!

mike has your head on his shoulder, lulled back and staring at yourself in the mirror in front of you. your eyes are hazy, and your arm is reached behind you, wrapping around his neck to hold him against the side of your face. he watches, too, jaw slack at the sight in front of him. you're both sat at the edge of your bed, your legs spread, sitting in front of mike. you lean back into his chest, and his arm wraps around your middle, holding you snugly against him. your lips are parted, panting as you feel the vibrator he's holding against your clit.

"lean into the feeling, baby." he encourages. "let your brain shut off."

it's hard for you to be this vulnerable, especially when you're staring at what makes you so insecure in the first place. it was hard for you to be fully in the moment with mike whenever the two of you were intimate. having body image issues was unfortunately the price mike had to pay when he decided to start dating you. not that he minded, of course. what he minded was that you minded.

he'd noticed here and there that you'd turn your head to the side when you finished, trying to coax you to look back at him while his cock rammed inside of you, but to no avail. you'd had futile conversations about it, resulting with you shutting him down completely. "i don't know," you'd murmur to him, avoiding eye contact. whenever he asked, you'd start pacing around the house, trying to find a chore to keep busy with. “it’s not a big deal, mike.” your tone was less than pleasant, and he’d reached his hands up defensively. his patience had been wearing thin, a plethora of other things on his mind besides this.

why wouldn’t you let him fuck you the way you deserved?

so now you’re here, spread open for him, his own legs wrapping around your calves to keep you that way. every muscle in your body is wound tightly, and the vibrator he has pressed against your clit isn’t helping. “tell me why, or i won’t let you cum.” he says, watching you both in the mirror. normally you’d fight him on it, but he’s been edging you for close to twenty minutes now, and you’re desperate for an orgasm.

“jus’wanna be pretty for you,” you slur through moans. his expression changes, just slightly, but you’ve caught it. “pretty for me?” he repeats, and you nod. the arm he’s holding around your waist tugs you in closer, moving his lips to the shell of your ear. “you’re the prettiest.” he says, pressing kisses just below your ear. your head is still lulled back, jaw slack as you stare at your reflection. he finally switches the vibrator to a higher setting, and your knees buckle.

“how could you ever think you weren’t pretty?” he asks, but you can’t respond. you’re panting softly, fingers tugging at his hair for more stabilization. his head is buried in the crook of your neck, sucking kisses into the flesh. “always think you’re the prettiest. know it, even.” he says, and you see stars.

“mike-“ you warn, knowing you’re orgasm is approaching. “i know, i know.” he soothes, “want you to. want you to so badly. look at yourself.” he instructs, and you do. you can’t believe it at first, but you actually look..beautiful. your stray hairs are sticking to your face, held in place by the thin layer of sweat you’ve produced. your body has been working overtime to harbor your pleasure, making sure you don’t lose it. your cheeks are rosy, flushed with need and vulnerability. your lips are cherried, and eyes hazy with lust, your lids half open and hooded-and you finally realize; this is what he’s been trying to show you all along.

“prettiest i’ve ever seen,” he says, and it sends you over the edge. your lips are parted, gasping through your orgasm as moans spill tirelessly from your mouth. you’re tugging at his hair, and clenching around nothing. he holds you steady through your high, anchoring you.

you try to catch your breath, and he presses kisses to your neck, over and over. as the moment passes, he grows more serious. “how could you ever think that?” he asks, softly. you shrug, finally turning to look at him, not just at his reflection. “just didn’t see myself the way you do,” you reply. he laughs softly, pressing his lips to yours as he cups your face.

“guess we won’t have that problem anymore,” he says, and you nod.

“never.”

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