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pianocat939 · 1 year

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I need the rise!turtles who is like a slasher?? Like Tiffany Valentine and or Michael Myers!! You can also just ask me for more information or something

DISCLAIMER: I have only watched one Michael Myers movie so I will 100% get some things wrong.

Additionally, this is gonna be a little gift for my aros- this can be read both romantically and platonically.

Alright so I originally planned to do all 4 bros into a post, then 2 into two separate posts, to now all individual ones- my brain just can't handle it anymore- my attention span is just killing me.

Tw: murder, blood, details of the corpse, anxiety, degradation

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Phone Call of Stupidity

(Leo is Ghostface)

You stare out the window, observing the sky right after the sunset. It was dim, but still enough light for you to see well. You were achingly bored. Not knowing what to do to satiate your boredom.

You then hear your phone ring, the ringtone repeating like a merry-go-round. The caller's address is labelled your friend's name, so you quickly answer.

"Hello?" You inquire, wondering what they would want to chat about. You then hear some heavy breathing from the other line, almost sounding delighted. A deep chuckle comes from the caller, a voice seemingly masculine.

"Hey, Y/n~ Expected someone else to call, hm?" The person's voice is smooth yet venomous, like a poison one drinks, only to go dormant hours later. But that doesn't matter, the bewilderment and consternation of this enigmatic person spiked despair in your heart. How does he know your name? How come he acted like something bad happened to your friend?

You summon the courage to question, "What? What do you mean?" You stare outside, waiting for someone to jump in front of your window.

"What do I mean? Oh, well, maybe the fact I'm threatening you right this very moment." His tone suddenly grows harsh, a hint of irritation swimming through his words. You hear a small bang of metal, loud and clear in the background "Now if you disobey my commands or try to hang up, I will kill your friend."

You freeze, eyes widening. Surely this is a prank, right? He wouldn't possibly dare to kill your friend. But...What if he's serious? Maybe you shouldn't risk it. "W-What do you need me to do?" Your breaths turned shaky, terror clawing your body.

"Hm~ You're not so stupid after all. Now, I want you to delete all your contacts, and that includes deleting any social media." Your fingers quiver as you delete the applications and names of your phone. Just focus on completing tasks. Nothing else matters.

"Ok, I'm done." Your eyes dart around the room anxiously, the shadows seeming to grow closer every second. The room seems to be darker, and more petrifying as the moon rises; your feelings overwhelm your ability to think rationally. How much longer of this torture?

He coos before snarking a laugh, "Aww, is poor little you desperate to save their friend? How humiliating. Exposing your vulnerabilities right in front of a killer." He's a true psychopath, devoid of any empathy. You're a pitiful mouse trying to nibble on some food during the bitter winter, yet he, the cat, hunts you every moment of the day.

"What else?" You tried to mask what little dignity you have left, tone more assertive.

"I want you to grab either a blanket or a few large towels; lay them on the floor of your bedroom." You carefully step amongst the floor, fearful of producing even a single whisper. You pull a blanket down onto the floor, spreading it out evenly.

After hesitating for a small while, you timorously question, "Why do you need me to do this?"

There's a momentary pause before he seethes, "Don't ask stupid questions."

Then within mere seconds, you hear the front door being banged repeatedly, the pounding growing more aggressive with each hit. You freeze, standing still in terror. Did you enrage him? Will you cease to see out the window again? But as soon as it started, the slamming halts in a blink of an eye.

Disoriented, you agonizingly inch over to the door, poking your head out the sliver of space. You flip your head around in multiple directions, observing the area for intruders or threats. No one. You walk out of your room, daring to risk being killed.

You cautiously peer through rooms, feeling at ease when no one seems to have intruded on your abode. But of course, that doesn’t mean they can’t be outside. So you head back towards your bedroom, eager to hide in your safe space.

“Hey, I’ve finally arrived.” An arm is wrapped around your neck, a hand weighing down on your shoulder. A blade points to your mid-back, and the pressure of the sharpened metal feels through your clothing. No, no, why was he here? Why is this psychopath inside your home? What happened to your friend?

You’re unable to form any words, lips quivering in dread. He laughs, clearly awfully amused by your horror. “So scared, poor little you, trembling, wondering if you’ll survive my knife.” His comment flashes a hot boil within your body, irking you. As much as you're frozen with fear, he is in no place to be making fun of you. Despite knowing your situation, you can't help but want to take a chance and try to escape.

Since you can't move your upper body, you fling your leg backwards, kicking him in the shin with your heel. But to your dismay, it only causes him to bend his knee; his arms are still strong. "Wow, you're bold: trying to save yourself at the hands of a killer who inevitably has you doomed." He chuckles a little, before hissing in pain, signalling your attack did some damage.

"I can't let myself die so easily, that would be disgraceful."

It's true. You can't be killed now, not without knowing where your friend is and how they are. You can't be a weakling, even if you're about to collapse from anxiety. You have to fight back, you never know the small chance of a miracle.

"Disgraceful? Let me guess, you want to know what happened to your friend." His tone is playful, yet your intuition tells you that there's a dark double meaning under it. No matter, you need to dig out the information.

"Yeah. Are you willing to tell me?"

"Tell you? Why, I'll show you." He lifts the knife slightly; still a threat, but enough to give you some room. He drags you with him, stepping into the bedroom with his back turned to the doorway as he opens it. As you enter the space, you're hit with a strikingly strong scent: the odour of iron, metallic perhaps unpleasant to many. Blood. The smell of blood is near.

"When I turn us around, don't try to escape alright? I have the knife, along with the experience of the killing of tens, if not hundreds, before you." He rotates your bodies, revealing a sight you wish to never witness.

A body lays on the blanket you put out on the floor earlier: multiple stab wounds lace throughout the back, a ruby liquid soaking the person's clothing. There are tears all over where the knife pierced their skin. Their fingernails and hands are caked in a similar vermillion liquid, an effect of holding the wound when they died. The corpse lays in a position where you can't identify the face. But you know. You know exactly who the victim is. It's your beloved friend.

In shock, a single tear rolls down your cheek, uncomfortably running down your chin. "No...I- I- you said if I helped you, you wouldn't kill them!" You can't bring yourself to do anything but stand there and stare at the body, you can't face death in an aware fashion.

"No, I was threatening to kill your friend if you didn't follow my orders. I never said I wouldn't kill them; you just managed to stall time before I did." What wrong did you do to receive such terrible, terrible fortunes? No one should ever see their friend's murdered corpse right in front of them, especially if the killer is in the same room.

"Little mouse, little mouse, can't you see what wrong you've done to yourself? Spending time with that vermin when you should have been with me." He steps beside you, turning his masked face. The mask is similar to that of a famous painting of a young man screaming in terror. Do you know this man? Surely not, but you can't tell, not with that masked face of his.

"What do you mean?" Why is he speaking as if he knows you? That the reason he killed was out of envy?

He laughs manically, sounds resonating off the walls. "I mean that, if I were a human, you would spend time with me more. I would be your best friend, not them." He clutches his knife, expressing his fury and jealousy. At first, you assumed he killed for comical reasons, but now that you hear him speak, he's for sure doing it out of rage. Not human...It possibly couldn't be him, right?

"Leo...?"

"As of now I am Ghostface, but yes, I am Leo." He lifts his mask, and your eyes widen at the sight of red crescents.

What a stupid little mouse you were, deciding to scout for some food, only to be lured right into the cat's claws.

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I can't even explain the struggle of trying to write this. I literally don't know shit about Slashers except for a select few-

Anyway, as I said, this went from being all 4 into a post to 2 for two separate posts, to now individual ones. I apologize for this inconvenience but I don't want to stagger a request any longer.

Next is Mikey btw-

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo #rise leo #leo x reader #slashers #ghost face #scream movie

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molzies-fanfics · 2 years

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Kouros

A/N: I think this is the main reason why I don’t draw male anatomy often lol. I can’t imagine what the people around me would think if they saw photos like that on my phone, I’d be mortified! So I tried to channel that kind of feeling into this fic, and because I need to write for Donnie boi more and I think his reaction would be a hell of a lot funnier I decided to go with him! Hope y’all enjoy!

UPDATE: it’s been well over two years since I began the draft...but I’ve done it! it’s here! IT’S ALIVE! this fic I mean...starting uni next week so wish me luck guys!

Donatello x gender neutral reader

words: 753

Requested by: @choccoshake

Donnie knew you loved art, doodling, painting, graffiti, you name it you most likely did it. It was similar to how he had to get a blueprint down or the itch to write equations almost everywhere. He was surprised his brothers weren’t annoyed with the incessant scribbles but sometimes there were just as bad with how they wrote their names all over the place, especially the glaring graffiti of Leo’s name before you entered the area of his ‘bedroom’.

However having a significant other that kept most of their drawings to themselves was a welcomed change of pace. You often found inspiration whilst sitting in his lab, which made him feel like a piece of him gave you the little creativity push. It gave him fuzzy butterflies in his stomach to say the least. Sometimes you used his printer to print out references for your work, you sometimes used the grid method and other times it was just better to have it to scale besides where you were working. Donnie never pushed to see what you were working on, you always gave him a heads up before peering over his shoulder by brushing your fingers over his shell or mumbling his name softly.

That was until he went to fetch something from his printer this morning and found not only his papers on ‘how to get pepperoni out of an engine’ (don’t ask) but an incredible amount of pictures of shirtless dudes.

Human shirtless dudes to be more precise.

Even though Donnie had the suspicion that this was purely for art’s sake, he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that shot through his chest.

Not only were most of these men pure muscle but they were clearly human…something he was very much not.

You were invested in drawing anatomy, of course that included human men. He tried to think of this from a more logical point of view, but he couldn’t help the ‘what ifs’ from entering his mind and taking over his somewhat uneventful morning (besides the pepperoni incident).

Before he could come to anymore conclusions he knew he had to talk to you…or at the very least give you your references.

“Hey Y/N?” Donnie’s voice called out from his lab as he entered the lair. You were perched on the couch, fully engrossed in your drawing.

“Yeah babe?” you answered, not bothering to look up. This was normal behavior between the two of you. If either of you were working then you wouldn’t bother looking up unless it was something important. Donnie felt hurt nonetheless. He really needed you to look at him just for the sake of seeing him.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” The turtle asked, gripping the papers to his chest as if they would protect him from his feelings.

Finally, you pushed your sketchbook to the side as you focused all of your attention on him and only him.

“Sure! What’s up?” You grinned. Dread began to settle over the terrapin’s face as he didn’t want to be the cause of distress. Yet he couldn’t get those damn thoughts out of his brain.

“I just wanted to know about these?” He smirked slightly as he showed you the pictures.

“Oh…those were just for drawing. They look a bit stupid though huh?” Giggling, you apologized for using his printer without checking first.

“That’s not what I wanted to talk about, I mean kind of, but not at the same time?” your expression morphed into confusion as he rambled.

“Okay? Wanna sit with me?” You offered as he walked around the couch, sitting very close to you as he took a deep breath in.

“It’s just…when I saw these I couldn’t help feeling jealous. You draw anything and everything and I understand that includes the male anatomy of…humans. Your own species. I think…I felt like you could do so much better than me.” The purple banded turtle’s walls came down as shrank into his shell.

“Don, you are my boyfriend. I care about you so much it hurts sometimes. Yeah I draw people all the time but maybe I should focus on something else…” you trailed off, taking the references from Donnie and dropping them on the floor.

“What’s that?” he asked meekly.

“Can I draw you?” your eyes gleamed, your hands resting on his cheeks as you asked.

“Oh-of course!” chuckling to himself, he let out his signature snort as you scrambled for your sketchbook beginning a detailed sketch of your Donnie. Your muse, Donatello.

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crypticbeliever123 · 1 year

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Someone who's watched the 2003 TMNT series recently as an adult please tell me, am I really the only one who thinks it's overrated?

Like it has to be nostalgia right?

Utrom Shredder stopped feeling like a real threat in season 2 partly because he stopped having as menacing a presence as season 1 and mostly because he lets Hun and Stockman get away with far too much. Like it's hard to take him seriously when he makes more threats than he carries out.

Karai was barely the Shredder at all even though she got the title sequence for a season and a half even as season 5 was hyping up the tengu Shredder who because he looked, acted, and sounded basically just like the old Shredder but give him mystic powers had the same danger feeling as Ch'rell, to me at least.

Plus I know I've read something about how the Justice Force existing in TMNT is justified by "if the audience can accept talking ninja turtles why not superheroes" but that just brings up the question of WHY THE FUCK DO THE TURTLES EVEN HIDE?! Like Dr. Dome has a see through skull and nobody bats an eye, but the humanoid turtles who interact with homeless folks on the regular who assume they're just REALLY into cosplay, would freak everyone out????

Plus it seems like the first few seasons really liked to save the animation budget with flashback recaps of previous events or felt the need to over explain things that have happened even when every character in the room ALREADY KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED. Casey and April's romance is bland and boring but at times I'd almost rather watch an entire series of them instead of hearing the turtles remind us of what we and the other characters in the room already know.

Season 2 also had the annoying habit of having multi-part episodes which is fine if you do one or two 2-parters per season but season 2 had if I recall the 5-part Fugitoid arc and then two separate 2-part arcs for the Triceraton invasion. I had this same issue with the og Justice League series where all but one episode was a multi-parter and just makes the story feel dragged out.

Then there's Stockman who keeps being revived and kept as a brain in a jar for evil science even though HE'S LITERALLY INCOMPETENT AND UNTRUSTWORTHY!!! Why tf do Ch'rell and Bishop keep him around, especially after he backstabbed Ch'rell in the climax of season 1 and caused an entire mutation outbreak in season 4? Just let the megalomaniacal moron rest in fucking peace already!

Also can we just talk about how Hun was the original simp? Like that man was so fucking devoted to Utrom Shredder that even in a dystopian realm where Ch'rell had fused him to Stockman and was literally going to execute him this purple dragon bitch still begged for his master to take him back! Like we get it, Hun, you want to ride the Shredder's alien dick. Good God that man was loyal not to a fault but beyond fault. Never seen a bigger simp in animation before or since I swear.

The turtles don't feel like teenagers except Mikey and it's mostly because of their voices. They all sound like adults.

The garbage man did not need to exist. Most disgusting fatphobic and ableist caricature of villainy I've ever laid eyes on and his episodes are just gross.

Master Splinter calling Yoshi his father in the season 3 finale felt like it came out of nowhere. And I don't recall him calling Yoshi that afterward either.

Splinter knowing Shredder was an Utrom was a stupid retcon and just causes problems like my guy you couldn't have bothered to tell your sons that cutting off the Shredder's head would be pointless? And the Guardians were already canonically in the know in season 1 and didn't think anything of it when Shredder's head came off like "well done Leonardo you definitely killed the Shredder and we have no reason to inspect the body or be concerned whatsoever". The foreshadowing for the Utroms is great in some aspects but it makes retcons and general writing like this feel so stupid.

And lastly and this might just be me but the humor just doesn't hit home for me. It's funny in a way but not always. And the dialogue feels forced or stilted at times. I just don't get the hype and I want to.

This isn't to hate on any fans. I'm just genuinely curious what y'all see in this show that I just don't. Like what you like but please tell me why so I can maybe see the merits of it myself.

Like the main good point I can see is Leo's trauma arc but that's so late in the series it's just...

#tmnt 2003 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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whoreadsnowadays · 2 years

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NAH MAN BC YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I NEED A PART TWO AKKSJSKSKS THIS SCENARIO HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR DAYSSS. TAKE UR TIME OFC BUT GOT DAYUM 😩😩😩😩

Your writing is so mghmhmhm

HAHA OK COUKDNT HELP MYSELF ANY LONGER PART 2 !!!

I did wanna explore the reader more and whether they're gonna be ok but I ended up just doing more introspection with the turtles... I love introspection...

On a side note, 2012 Leo has serious anxiety, and all of em are some form of neurodivergent, and you will pry these headcanons from my cold dead hands.

Warnings; mentions of dried blood and death, Leo goes through what's implied to be a panic attack

( Familial ) 2012 ! Turtles + Splinter & Little Brother Reader

Part 1 - Shatter

Part 2 - You're Here

Part 3 - Shatter the Heart

Part 4 - Shatter the Innocence

Shatter The Mind

The whole family gathered around the living room. The whole family except you.

Donnie, Mikey, and Master Splinter had done all they could to help you with the limited resources they had, and now you were bandaged up in Donnie's lab, barely breathing.

Mikey was sat criss cross on the floor, still covered in your, now dried, blood.

He stared at the floor in front of him, his mind going unusually slow. He felt like he was underwater, and not in a cool undersea adventure way, this was like he had fallen off a ship in a big storm, and the ocean was now dragging him under with its waves, tugging and tugging until his head popped from the pressure.

He shuddered at the mental image he had created for himself, cursing his overactive imagination. At least he knew that was still working.

He glanced up at Sensei, noticing the faraway look in his eyes as well. And his heart dropped into his stomach. First Leo had frozen in battle, and now Splinter was mentally somewhere else too.

He looked back down at the floor, anger bubbling up in his chest. There's so much that could be said, needed to be said. Leo why did you freeze? Raph why did you run off and leave him for dead? Mikey why didn't you jump into action as soon as you saw your little brother get stabbed? Why did you wait? Why didn't you use your ninja instincts?

He went to put his head in his hands and froze, seeing the dried blood still covering his forearms. He stared for a while, before slowly standing himself up, and silently walking over to the bathroom.

Donnie watched Mikey stand and leave, obviously to go clean up. He had never seen him so quiet before. Though he supposed doing medical work on your dying little brother would give you some things to contemplate.

He would know, he was trying to avoid the same thing.

He had taken to thinking through some of his inventions, building them over and over in his mind, forcing himself to focus on the mechanics instead of the dried blood on his own hands, and the paleness of your skin, and your shallow breathing, and your shattered plastron, and-

Donnie sat up straight, staring wide eyed at nothing as he forced his thoughts away from you. SCREWS. SCREWS AND NAIL. BLUEPRINTS EVEN.

He clenched his fists in his lap. Obviously that distraction isn't working. Try something else. Studying? Studying what. Studying deez- Oh god he's spending too much time with Mikey.

He shook his head, hard, trying to shake away the static in his brain. He wanted to get up and get something to tinker with from his lab, but whenever he thought of his lab he thought of you, bandaged and unconscious, barely breathing.

You know how hard it is to fix a broken plastron? He had no idea what he was doing. Thank god Master Splinter was there, or-

AH NO SCREWDRIVER. WRENCH.

Raph watched Donnie fight with himself on the other side of the couch. He wanted to say something, but he was never very good at comfort. Especially when his whole body was twitching with uncontrolled emotions.

Whenever he got like this it usually spiraled into a fight of some kind. Someone would say something stupid and it'd be the last straw. He'd explode and say things he didn't mean, and he was never very good at apologies.

He glanced at Sensei, watching his father mourn silently. And this, for some reason, made Raph's anger spike.

He couldn't mourn yet, you weren't dead. You weren't. You were close to dying but you were still fucking breathing. That was all that was keeping him going. You were still breathing. You still had a chance.

He growled at nothing as he closed his eyes. Suddenly every sound became too much, Donnie's absent tapping, Splinter's breathing, and Leo's fucking pacing ugh why does he have to pace all the fucking time-

He moved to say something to Leo, glare boring holes through his brother, when he saw a familiar expression on his face.

Whereas before Leo had been fully and comepletely in shock, now he had his thinking face on. A face Raph often saw whenever they were fucked in battle. Seeing that face on his brother only ever meant bad things, and that surprised him enough to dispell any lingering anger.

He turned away, thinking for a moment, before getting up and heading to the kitchen. They needed food. Leftovers should still be in the fridge.

Leo didn't even notice Raph had gotten up, or that Mikey had come back, or anything else really. He was deep in his own head, going over every scenario or solution he could possibly come up with, trying and failing to come up with some kind of game plan to make up for his shock earlier.

But every idea had a fatal flaw, something could go wrong, everything could go wrong, it could all go wrong at any second anytime, it could all be going wrong right now, you could be in Donnie's lap with a heavy computer fallen on top of you or some dangerous chemical or something, you could be in there fully and comepletely dead by some freakish accident and he wouldn't be able to help, he wouldn't be able to keep you safe like he couldn't keep you safe today- he should've been there he should've been there he should've been there-!

He stopped pacing, realizing he had worked himself into a panic. His breathing was shallow and it felt like every bone in his body was vibrating inside of him.

He took shaky deep breaths, his hands coming up to rub his arms as he tried in vain to calm himself down. He couldn't faint, not right now, everyone was too high strung, too much was happening, if he fainted it'd only make things worse.

Of course right after that he felt an intense rush of dizziness, and his body moved on its own towards the couch, sitting down slowly as he continued to try and regulate his breathing.

He only looked up when Raph sat down next to him, handing him a cup of tea without words. He blinked, and gently took the cup in his shaking hands, the warmth giving him something to focus on that wasn't his racing heart.

"Thanks." He mumbled, bringing the cup to his lips as he finally noticed Donnie, Mikey, and Splinter with their own food.

"Mhm." Raph hummed, chomping on some cold leftover pizza beside him.

They all stayed quiet afterwards. Focusing on their food and not your presence in the lab. They'd come up with shifts to watch you, and chores to take care of you, and other things to help your recovery later. For now, they needed food.

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jing-yuans-wife · 1 year

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This is just my way of coping with life. So Idc what any one thinks anymore. Im just struggling with myself💔

This is brain rot of mine! This is before Luna dated Raph btw.

No trigger warnings except hilarity and fluff.

🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡

BlueKnight: Leonardo

CrimsonFire:Raphael

SkaterDude001: Mikey

GeniusJock: Donnie

LillyPad: My OC Lilly Neko

Moonflower: My OC Luna

~•The chatroom of Hamato chaos has started•~

Blueknight: Ok Mikey games up. Why did you make this chat room?.

SkaterDude001:Uhhh I would love to say "I did it", But I just got off of my game tournament. So I got no idea who made this.

CrimsonFire: Hold up, Im no nerd with this stuff...though I might know who the culprit is.

GeniusJock: You mean Luna right?.

CrimsonFire: Uh no I was gonna say her twin sister Lilly. She's the one who did it.

Lillypad: Hi everyone! I made this chat room for fun. Also any one seen my sis?. Last I saw was when this one dude took her for coffee...only thing is Im yet to receive a text from her.

Moonflower:Ugh stupid phone. Im here and please do not even mention that guy ever again.

CrimsonFire: Hol up. What happened. Tell us before anything else.

Moonflower: Well I thought it was going well, he and I talked. Mostly small talk then he suddenly got a text, paid for the coffees then just left without a word. So Im kinda stuck with transport here.

SkaterDude001: Woah I never seen Raph this angry since the Shredder incident.

BlueKnight: We will come pick you up, its going to start raining soon.

CrimsonFire: While we at it, gimme that guys details. I will go give him my "greetings".

SkaterDude001: Bro you just wanna chew him out for mistreating Luna, you not even dating her yet.

CrimsonFire: Shut it numbnuts!

MoonFlower: Heh You always knew how to cheer me up Raphie~.

CrimsonFire: Hey Hey Hey you keep pushing my buttons like that, an I cant be held responsible for what happens next kitty cat.

MoonFlower: I wuv you too Raphie~.

CrimsonFire:😑🙄😘

GeniusJock: I have not seen Leo laugh so hard in all my years. Anyways see you there Luna.

~•The chat has ended•~

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lame-o-nardo-swagg · 1 year

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“It’s Ibuprofen You Dum-Dum”

A Disaster Twins fic

Word count: 1634

TW: a little bit of blood, injuries, fighting, yelling, drowning, I think that’s it

Type: comfort/hurt

Characters: Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, Leonardo

Centered on: Disaster twins

This is my first fix I’m posting on tumblr ( not my first fic in general ) and is NOT related to my AU just random.

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Leon is an idiot sometimes, no doubting it. He had done stupid things before, going out on missions alone, thinking he could take on all of Big Mama’s bellhop goons, cooking without Mikey’s help, etc., etc. By this point, it wasn't shocking, Donnie just didn't think he'd go this far. Months after the Krang invasion, the sister Krang broke free from her cell. They had been tracking her for weeks now, and apparently, she was getting closer to the lair. Leo found out about it.

Raph told them that they were safe but needed to prepare and get ready for the fight soon to come. Now Donnie was tracking his twin across New York, jumping from roof top to roof top hoping he was alive.

Through pants and heavy breaths, Raph speaks up, “Donnie, do you have eyes on him?”

Donnie looks down at the tracker on his twin, “It says he’s headed to the abandoned docks.”

“Why would that Krang be headed to the old docks? The only thing there are sunken ships, right?” Mikey was right, the only thing at the docks was old ships that had crashed or sunken.

“I’m not-“ Oh no. Donatello’s mind raced, they needed to get to the docks fast, Leo wouldn’t live long if not. “I know what she’s planning!”

Raph bolted after Donnie, “ You do? What is it?! DONNIE SLOW DOWN!” Mikey was right behind them.

It was always cold at the docks, no matter the weather or time of year. Tonight, December 18th, felt as if it couldn’t get colder. The Krang had been getting closer to the lair and was probably planning an attack on the turtles since the last time they had seen her, April blew a hole in her face.

Leon didn’t understand why the Krang was coming closer to the lair, but he preferred them over April. Sure, she had herbicide that can burn through any soft tissue, but it’s still an eight or nine-foot-tall alien brain thing against a human. Leon sat on one of the old support beams that hold up the dock ( not very well considering it’s falling apart ). He looked out at the open harbor, old boats, abandoned, or falling apart plus the debris and trash scattered in the icy waters.

“Where is she? The tracker says she’s right-“ Leon was grabbed by the ankle from a long, pink tentacle into the cold waters. He opened his eyes to see the Krang pulling him further down in the harbor. He took out his katanas, slicing the pink tentacle that held a grip on his ankle. You could hear the shriek of the alien from under the water. Blood faded in the murky waters, and she was furious. Leon attempted to make a portal but it wasn’t working too well, he only managed to get a few feet away.

‘That’ll have to do.’ Leon thought to himself as he began swimming away from her.

She wouldn’t give up that easily, the next thing Leon saw was two bloodthirsty, beady eyes staring at him. The Krang wrapped her tentacles around his neck and torso, immobilizing his arms and him in general. Leo felt his breath being squeezed out of him, he tried to fight her grip but she only tightened the more he moved. He screamed, it hurt so badly. He was sure bones had to be broken, and his eyes widened when he realized what he did.

I… need air… I can’t…drown…

His lungs started to tease him, and his legs kicked trying to get him to the surface which only made the Krang squeeze harder. He was becoming weak and she only grew more bloodthirsty by the second. Leon felt himself drowning, things started to get blurry, and just before he blacked out he saw red.

Mikey’s kusarigama chain sliced threw the Krang, turning the dark murky water a bright red.

“Quick! Someone needs to get Leo out! He’s gonna drown!” Mikey, adrenaline pumping through him, pulled his blood-covered chain from the bright red waters. Raph pulled the krang out of the water, and Donnie dove in after his twin. The water felt like ice on his skin, but he was persistent. Donnie looked around in a hurry, Leo could hold his breath for twenty minutes max but the turtles had no idea how long he’d been under the water. There was no sight of Leon and Donnie started to think of the possibility he was gon- no! No, Leo was not. He took one more loop around and just as he was headed to the surface he saw blue bandana tails sinking. Donnie dove down immediately, he wasn’t losing his twin just yet.

“They’ve been down there awhile. You think they're okay?” Mikey asked as Raph pulled the krang out of the way.

“It’s okay, Mikey. Donnie can hold his breath for an hour.” Raph turned to face the painted turtle.

“But Leo can only do twenty minutes!” Mikey continued to stare into the water, pizza supreme in the sky, please hurry, Donnie…

Mikey went to stand up, and as he did he heard a loud gasp.

“Donnie!” Raph and Mikey said in unison.

“Quick, Leo’s not breathing.”

Mikey kneeled next to his brother, placing his hands on his chest. “One, two, three, four…” he says under his breath. Raph comes forward but Donnie backs up. Anxiety and panic run through him, “One, two, three, four…” his youngest brother counts.

Please breathe, Leo. Please breathe.

Donnie prayed Leo would breathe, he prayed Leo would wake up. He couldn’t lose Leo, he couldn’t lose his twin. Donnie sat next to the slider, pressing his fingers on the other’s wrist.

Once more Mikey whispered “One, two, three-“

He was interrupted by a coughing fit. They immediately stared at Leo, coughing up water or not he was alive. Raph helped sit Leo up which also eased the coughing.

“Aw man, Lee, we thought you were gone. “ Raph spoke and Leo could feel the vibrations. He was sitting in his oldest brother's lap.

Donnie was scanning him for any injuries they couldn’t see.

Mikey pushed Don out of the way and hugged Leon, “ Don’t EVER do that again!”

Leon groaned at the impact but smiled anyways. He attempted to hug his brother in return, simply resulting in the possibility of a broken arm.

“Gah! Ugh…”

Donnie was standing in front of them. Leo stared at his twin.

“Donnie?”

The walk home was silent except for painful groans from Leon now and then. Mikey and Raph were both relieved he was alive, Donnie was too but something was bothering him. When the turtles arrived at the lair they take Leon to the med bay and set him up there. Mikey began to take out needles, medicine, bandages, cleaning supplies, and different bottles Leon had no idea what was in them. Raph and Donnie went to get some food and water for Leo, mostly baby food. When they entered the med bay, their little brother was bandaging Leon’s arm, what seemed to be a cast. Leon noticed the two walk in.

“Is that baby food? Know what doesn’t matter I’m starving!” The slider's eyes were practically stars staring at the food.

“Easy, Leo. You just threw up the harbor.” Mikey finished bandaging his brother's arm and went to take one of the baby food pouches from Raph to Lee.

Raph spoke, “So, how ya feelin’?”

Lee finished the baby food pouch ( jeez kid…) “In pain, but at least I still have all my limbs. For now anyways…”

Ever since Leon had been getting false memories from their apocalyptic future he hoped he wouldn’t lose his arm. ( well, if you stopped pulling stupid-) Leon saw that Donnie looked… distracted? Mikey and Raph noticed too.

“Uh, come with me, Mikey. I have some, uh… stuff to show you, uh, now!” Raph rushed him and Mikey out of the room, leaving Donnie and Leo alone. (Talk about awkward silence)

Leon was the one to break the silence, “ is everything okay, Dee?”

Donnie spoke quickly and monotonously, “ Fine, why?”

“ You seem off. You sure you’re okay?”

That’s when Donnie snapped. “ What do you think, Leo?! You almost died! AGAIN! You keep pulling this stupid crap! You knew you couldn’t t handle a Krang by yourself! WHAT WENT THROUGH YOUR HEAD, NARDO?”

“ Dee, I-“ Leon was interrupted by the soft shell.

“This is the SECOND TIME! Do you even know how badly you scared us?! How badly you scared me?!”, his voice cracked at those words, “Leon, YOU WERENT BREATHING! We-“ Donnie cut himself off, swallowing a sob he wished would stay silent, “I thought I lost you…”

Leon looked at his twin and then down. “I’m so-“

“Don’t finish that sentence, Nardo, you know it’s not true!”

“What do you want me to say?!”

Donnie looked away from his twin, staring at the floor, Leon did the same.

“ you don’t have to say anything, Leo. Just… I know when we go out on missions we can get into pretty tough situations but that doesn’t mean the first thing you do is go all ‘self-sacrificing hero’ on us. There are other ways to do things.”

“Heh… you were always the smarter twin.”

Donnie walked over to his younger twin and sat next to him. Leon leaned onto Donnie’s shoulder while Don's head rested on Leo’s.

“Thanks, hermano. I needed that.”

“Anytime, Nardo.” Donnie grabbed two tablets from the table stand next to Leon’s bed and handed them to his twin.

“What’s that?”

“ it’s ibuprofen you dum-dum.”

After Leo took his meds, they fell asleep in each other's presence.

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OMIGOSH I actually finished a fic, gasp! Kinda proud of this but will prob find like a gazillion mistakes after I post it. Oh well :,D

#rottmnt #my fic #comfort hurt fic #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #disaster twins fic #i hope this is good #and that it’s not crap hAh #leonardoswaggg

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destinylordoffreaks · 9 months

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OK, so I kinda outed myself as a Ninja Turtles fan so I wanted to take a minute to talk about the new ninja turtles movie mutant mayhem I’m a huge ninja Turtles fan but truth be told and I have to admit I’m not super excited about this and it’s not because of anything in the trailers it’s not like that nothing about it looks objectionable, but the style they chose, for the animation is weirdly reminiscent in my brain at least at least of claymation

I’m not really sure why it’s not like I’m afraid of it or anything. It just makes me uneasy. Personally, I blame it on a movie called Jack the giant killer that I watched as a kid

and the California raisins which my brother loved. I hated them with a burning passion, and still do.

Now to be fair this isn’t the first time the ninja turtles have had a claymation look. They actually had a commercial back in the 80s or 90s that was done in claymation I think by the same people who did the California raisins. For a snack called Pizza crunchbungas I only know this because of my brother they don’t have a GIF example of the commercial here but if you just Google the name on YouTube, you’ll find it

with that being said I’ve been hearing a lot of murmurs that rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles might come back,

and that I am absolutely excited for just thrilled to hear that there’s a possibility that it might come back I was really enjoying it and I didn’t think I was going to at first because they changed so much but I actually really enjoy it. If you can get past how different it is from the typical ninja turtles architect and look at the heart of the show it actually carries a lot of the spirit of the original 80s cartoon which I grew up watching with my dad and my brother, so I actually really enjoy it

Personally, Rafael has always been my favorite ninja turtle. Each incarnation has been slightly different, but I’ve always found that I resonated with him more than I did the other turtles I don’t get me wrong I love the other characters are each entertaining in their own right although we did go through a bit of a period in the 2000s where Leo’s character was a lot harder to like, because they were being just over dramatically edgy with his whole duty-bound. I have to carry the way the world on my shoulders thing, and for some reason we started pushing for Leo to be the main character, even though ninja Turtles was never meant to have a single main character. It’s supposed to have a group it follows a group, so pushing one turtle to the front is always just seem pretty stupid to me like you’re missing the point and I think we have a tendency to do that a lot and TV shows that follow groups is we start to single out one character is being like the leader of the pack but it’s not really how it supposed to work in a group show you know so it really excited to see rottmnt really treating treating it the way the 80s showed it

So the close out I’m trying to keep myself as open to watching mutant mayhem as much has I can but I am way more excited for the possibility that rottmnt might return

. Also why they do that to Mikey he looks like someone squish his head like he looks like he got dropped on his head has a baby turtle.

#Tmnt #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle mutant mayhem #rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #2003 tmnt #2012 tmnt #Leonardo #Donatello #Rafael #Michelangelo #pizza crunchabungs #Claymation #Jack the giant killer #The California raisins

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weregreatatcrime · 10 months

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I'm sick and rereading Two Halves and I know I leave a lot (A LOT) of stuff in the end notes but there's actually lots of stuff I still never mention or talk about so here's a long sick (no longer at 4am) ramble about things I didn't get the chance to talk about but wanted to (in somewhat of an order reminded by rereading) or at least just some lines I particularly enjoyed

Chapter 3 Commentrary while I drink tea and try to remind my brain it belongs in my body

The fact that this is still early Leo so "sneaking out by himself" is JUST his way of going out to destress and not. Doing crazy shit shfbsjfhr

I actually really like Leo but he's also like. My LEAST favorite? And by that I mean I'm not INCREDIBLY obsessed with him like I am the others, so like, it confuses me why it's so easy and comforting to write him. The only one easier to write for me is Donnie

The boys make going topside stressful for him is2g, but also, Leo learn to stress a little less. Let your brothers break a few bones and sprain a few ankles so they learn to not be idiots while jumping rooftops (this is bad advice do not listen to me)

Unstated but it was very hard for Karai to not throw a knife at Leo to get his attention. He was just running, out by himself, all alone, and didn't notice the ninja stalking him?? Ohhhhh the temptation to REALLY fuck with him

Karai crouching over the edge of the building "being up high" to comfort herself during this scene. Intentionally turning her back to him was stressful

“What, a girl can’t stop by for a talk with her little brother?” <- A line she doesn't believe at ALL. Even if she WERE Miwa, she doesn't understand the father/son relationship with the Hamatos, and mostly thinks they're just students who take the family theme way too serious. She doesn't actually think the turtles will consider Miwa as their sister so much as a general younger family member they need to protect for Honor. Karai’s concept of family was ALREADY fucked up, being raised by the Shredder did Not help jfc

“But he raised and loved me this far. Hard to see it as anything else.” <- Even worse that she actually DOES believe this would be enough, if she really was Miwa. If she weren't a changeling sent to take his daughter's place

A lot of the scene with Leo and Karai is her just manipulating Leo, BUT it does provide a big big window into how Karai views her situation and how she would react if she WEREN'T a changeling. And it's AWFUL but cool

“Stabbing you is always on the table,” Karai grumbled, arms crossing. <- Be careful Leo that's VERY GENUINE (plus more of Karai covering herself up when she's stared at bcz she's twitchy (stabby))

I feel a lot of people say 2012 Splinter wouldn't steal and you're right! His moral code is too strong. However, survival is hard and lots of people learn real fast what good morals do you when you're at rock bottom. If it were just him I think he'd stick to them. But with four infant children to care for? Nah, he learned how flexible his morals can be when it's his children's life and welfare at risk.

Bless be this Leo for being young enough to not have had to really ask himself the really hard questions about his moral code just yet. Karai thinks it's stupid but funny. How naive can you be?? (Karai once again not understanding what life WITHOUT the hard decisions is like)

“You’re not evil, Karai.” Leo you're kinda wrong but you're not. She's not really evil but she delights in evil things..? Karai works on an entirely different morality code than good to evil, so, trying to put her as one or the other won't work, but she definitely does have solid traits from both sides of the coin

Karai ALREADY knows that if she just talks to Leonardo, it's fine. But his brothers will cause a scene and make her risk of being caught rise exponentially. She was riiiiight

Karai didn't know how to have fun without making it about training whoopsies honey your trauma is leaking through

I've already ranted enough about Karai thinking she Doesn't need the same things human children do (safety, security, empathy, kindness, etcetera) so I'm not gonna yell more but. Just. It hurts aha. Solid note that she also is aware Shredder definitely isn't providing all these necessary things

"Humans without those important social aspects developed poorly and functioned awfully later in life. Karai had none of that to give. She wasn’t even capable of expressing emotions like humans did." KARAI HONEY these things are CONNECTED they're not mutually exclusive oh my god

The turtles trying to pspsps this new mutant Punk Rock into being their friend and Karai just oblivious to it

Maybe I should write some of their interactions out as oneshots, from before they knew PR was Karai...

Not shown but the MOMENT Stockman realized Karai hated the Shredder’s methods as much as him, they both started BITCHING hardcore about how illogical his management skills were

Stockman: So when I leave, if we're doing a big rush exit, can I blow up the lab?

Karai: ...you know, you're not so bad for a human

As much as Shredder did overreact, it IS a huge fucking deal that a civilian with no espionage skill or training managed to escape a highly secure ninja compound and leave no traces. People would've been fired best case scenario. Karai is so proud of herself for her scheming lol

#my stuff #trollhunters #my writing #two daughters au #2012 karai #tmnt 2k12 #rai internal review #commentary

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step-on-me-khun · 1 year

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I am totally literally white's trash 👁👄👁 thanks to you for feeding me wonderfully,,, pls take the responsibility & keep blessing us with your great writings ❤ Anw i need (of course NSFW) scenario with prompt list #59. “You’ve been so bad, haven’t you, baby?” maybe I (the reader) was ignoring + avoiding White intentionally for weeks,,just to piss him off as cute but stupid revenge ~ I wish you the happiest days

thanks for the request. i'm probably guessing that 1/3 of my requests are for White smut. and it keeps me busy so I'm not complaining - this took way too long to finish but meh

warning(s): smut, asphyxiation, no minors pls!! words: 2602 taglist: @rizonacigaravenue @unexceptional-h @aoi-turtle

There was a certain feeling White would give you when he overlooked anything he did wrong. Major disappointment. Not only was he oblivious at times, but he was an arrogant and prideful idiot. Sure, there were times when he would understand what he did wrong. But most of the time, it didn't seem that big of a deal or play dumb.

Affection wasn't there. White offered you minimal, if not none. But affection was something you always gave, specifically so White would take the hint and return the favour. So much for thinking White would ever show his loving side often.

"So," White started as he made his way to you. But you were tired of listening to his bold attitude and personality. How would he feel if you were to ignore his very existence? "I-what, I haven't said anything, and you're already gone,"

White would return to you, even if he wanted to deny that. His tantrums would only last so long. Then he would find you and make it obvious he wanted your attention. It was the only predictable thing about him.

White was immature, especially when he was needy. You would be concerned about what he would do to you once his patience peaked. But for now, you were amused at how he was reacting to you ignoring him.

But White was getting annoyed. Why were you ignoring him? Was there someone else? That was the last thing White wanted, and it almost made his anger spike by thinking about it.

It only got worse as time moved on. You weren't sleeping beside White, offering him kisses or any love at all. White got fed up at this point. To White, it was obvious that you were trying to get him riled up this way.

If you wanted to see White at his most dangerous, you would only have to confront him now, and you would see the deadly look in his eyes.

You were going to get it. White was going make sure of that, and there would be no way to escape him once he got his hands on you.

The best way to get to you would be when you were getting settled into bed. That was White's plan: he would sneak into your room while you were undressing, then attempt to surprise you from behind. White was more brawn than brains, and he knew that, but he wasn't dumb at all.

White's pale hand grasped the door hand and opened it, and at that moment, he didn't care if you were surprised or not. He wanted you. The fact that you had him wait this long irritated the hell out of him.

You turned to look behind you as footsteps approached you. "Huh? Oh, it's just you,"

Was that irritation White heard in your voice? Oh well, White didn't care. He couldn't go without your body much longer.

The way his eyes glared at you made you tense up and sent a shiver down your spine. The tip of your toes grazes the carpeted floor.

"I-is there any reason you're in my room?" You ask.

"Why? Am I scaring you?"

"W-what? No, I thought you had enough of me,"

"But I haven't had you," White complains. It always made you anxious, his height, that is. "I have needs, you know,"

White bends down to stare at you, his face and eyes ahead of you. He was handsome and impatient. You didn't know what to do, so you stood there, waiting for White to do something.

"I have needs, too, you know. Sometimes, you're too much," you inch backwards, attempting to get away. "Is it too much to consider giving me a break? You're not exactly a softie, but I have feelings, not just emotionally. You leave me sore,"

You got caught up in lecturing him that you didn't realise the objects behind you, suddenly, your legs gave in, and you fell onto the bed. The door seemed too far away now.

A smug smirk lights up White's face. Guessing what he wanted would be useless. It was blatantly clear that you were what he needed. There was no use escaping him. But the situation didn't strike you as dangerous.

And how much longer would this avoiding him go? The need for White did grow little by little every day. You needed a rest from White every so often, and now, White was making his feelings clear.

"You can leave if you want to," White says as he bends down, hands laying beside you as you sit there. Was he asking you to move so he could wrestle you on the bed?

Your eyes glare into White's, suspicious of his words. "I don't trust you,"

"I didn't say anything about trust. Do you want to leave?"

"No, but-"

White's smirk grew, and his eyes glowed. Backing out now would be good. You should have gotten up and walked away. But this whole interaction made you excited.

Hands left your sides, White steps back, his eyes staring at you.

"Strip," White commands.

You huff and glare at him, damn his ego. White wouldn't make this easy for you, so you ignore him. There was no such thing as a gentle White. There were only three flavours of White: lazy White, where he would get you to everything. Then, there were times he'd decide to be unfair and always insist on you begging. Or, he'd be straight-up rough with you. More than likely, White would be rough with you. Sex in the morning would always consist of White being lazy and demanding.

"Make me," you reply with a low tone.

White slowly approaches you, his eyes never leaving yours. As he gets in front of you, he bends down again, his hand reaching up to your neck. It was weird like someone had possessed him. Something was going to happen.

And something did happen, the hand around your neck pushes you down on your back, fingers tightening around your throat.

"I'm not going to ask again," White argues.

Oh, fuck. White was scary at times, but you couldn't deny that maybe you were a little bit drawn to him because scary he could be.

As White moves away again, you sit back up. You were shocked, but it wasn't enough to scare you away. If anything, it made you more and more aroused.

The things he could do to you, the things he could make you do, to be honest, you didn't want to make him mad.

The feeling White gave you as he stood there, watching you as you removed your clothes, made you feel numb. Your somewhat annoyed expression made you look a lot sexier. It made White's grin widen.

It was weird, you didn't feel like you needed to rush, but you wanted to. You carelessly took off the rest of your clothes and waited.

The cool air in the room made you shiver.

"Why'd you rush?" White asks. "I would've preferred it if you were a little bit more difficult,"

"Of course, you would," you reply playfully.

White moves towards you again, this time removing his clothes.

He didn't need to try to be appealing. White's looks alone were already something that attracted attention. Not to mention how imposing and intimidating he was. He'd seem more approachable if he weren't a slayer in the Arie family.

"You're not scared of a little punishment, are you?" White asks his bare knee leaning between your legs.

"Of course not," you respond, "this wouldn't be the first time you've done this to me,"

"Are you going to be a good girl and behave?"

You leaned closer to him, looking into his eyes. "What do you think?"

As you finish speaking, White's pale hand grabs your shoulder and forces you down on the bed.

"You've been so bad, haven't you, baby?"

It was enough to make your head spin. You went from sitting to face down nearly made you dizzy.

"You can't keep avoiding and ignoring me forever," as White positions your hips up, his hand reaches your face and cups your jaw roughly. "As long as you're involved with me, you'll never be able to get rid of me that easily,"

In one quick movement, White's length plunged inside you. He bit his lower lip and covered your mouth with his hand. Your eyes look up at White, a grin forming on his face, teeth still on his lip. The sight alone was something that stirred up your insides.

His hand releases your mouth and moves to the back of your neck, pinning you roughly onto the bed. White's fingers weren't long enough to be able to choke you.

White could leave little cuts and bruises on you and not blink an eye, but once someone else hurt you, a murder would ensue.

Nothing about White was small, from his ego to his height, even his dick, which was evident the first time you were intimate.

"Fuck," you groan, trying to hide your head in the bed below.

"Don't think you can suppress those sounds of yours. I want to hear just how good I can make you feel,"

You cry hoarsely as White's hips snap, sending this length inside you again.

White was a monster. His strength was what you feared a lot. He wasn't a softie or a gentle giant. White was rough with you and everyone.

Your hands clung to the bedsheet for dear life. Not like you were ever worried about being thrown off the bed, you just wanted to grip something, and the bed was under you.

Speed and pace were something White never worried about, and he had the strength to fuck you through the night if he wished to. And that was something that did worry you at times. White had plenty of power, and you seemed puny compared to him.

White's pace was as rough as it always was. One hand clamped into your hip, holding you still while his other had you pinned down on the bed by your neck.

Nothing could describe how good White made you feel. Would it matter that you'd probably wake up with bruises and unbearably sore in the morning? No. After White had his way with you, it was common to stay in bed. Moving around too much was a big no.

With every rough thrust, the bed jolted a bit.

Your line of vision was limited to only your left, but you could feel White's eyes staring down at you. Being in this position must've been a sight to him. Seeing you completely helpless and vulnerable like this made White's ego skyrocket.

Incomprehensible sounds leave your lips. What noises left your mouth didn't matter. White revelled in the sounds he heard. Of course, White was confident that he could make you scream. But White held back a little because he knew you couldn't take him at his worst - or best.

"You look so good like this," White praises, removing his hand from your neck and striking your ass.

You were too intoxicated with how he was fucking you to react to the sudden feeling.

"You're such a needy little bitch," both his hands grip your hips.

Inside you, the feeling of your release quickly rose. You clench your toes as your orgasm pulsates throughout your body. It almost felt like landing from a fall.

White continued, even after he reached his orgasm. He wouldn't stop after just one round.

"You're lucky that I'm treating you this way," White remarks, his hand hitting your ass again, "if I were in a worse mood, I'd have you begging right now,"

He seemed too inhuman. Maybe he was too much to bear. His ego made it nearly impossible to want to be around him. One day you might try to escape him.

You continued to sputter out any and every sound. Would it matter how you sounded? You were enough for White to fuck you into the bed. It's what you got for acting distant.

White could call you anything.

You looked pathetic. You were weak to White. And maybe you did look both weak and pathetic. No one could stand up to White, and while he was thrusting into you like, you definitely couldn't do a thing to stop him.

As you come again, White stills inside you, his eyes still on you.

"W-White," you cry. Your hand reaches for his thigh.

"Don't think we're done yet," White explains, pulling out of you and turning you around again.

Now, you were face to face with him, that deathly stare you felt before now overwhelming you.

"I'm going to use that pretty little body until you can't take it anymore," it sounded so enticing and dangerous at the same time. Threats were so common, especially from White's mouth, but you couldn't help but bite your lip in excitement. It caught White's attention, his grin returning, as his hands found a place on your body: one at your neck, the other at your clit, pinching it painfully as he slid into you.

The hand around your neck tightened around it, making breathing a little tricky.

White's hips snap into yours so fast. If White's hand wasn't at your neck, you were sure you would've screamed his name.

Instead of grasping at the bedsheets, you dig your hands into White's legs.

Time stood still, and focusing on anything other than White was impossible. White demanded your attention. While you were like this, getting lost in how you felt was easy.

"White," you mouthed, moving a hand to his wrist. "Too much," you complain, getting dizzy.

So what if you complain? It only spurred White.

Every so often, White's grip on you loosened, offering you a chance to inhale and exhale enough air. He didn't want to kill you. Life would be boring if you weren't there to try to put White in his place and keep him grounded.

Then it comes again, the feeling of your climax approaching. Surely this would be the last one. White had already fucked you senseless. How much more was he willing to give you?

Throughout this, you could still hear soft and quiet groans leave White. The sounds White made, even if they were low, made him all the more attractive to you.

You close your eyes as you reach your climax. Like a wave washed over you. It was enough to make you shake a little.

"No more," you cry, releasing your hand from White's wrist.

"No more? And I was having fun," White complains, mocking you a little.

White was still thrusting inside you but slowed down after he came. Even if he were to continue, you didn't have the energy to force him off you. His hand moves away from your neck.

"Please," you beg, "I won't avoid or ignore you anymore,"

"I could easily go seven rounds with you,"

"I know, but not now,"

White moves off of you and sits beside you. That was hardly enough to make White look exhausted, which was understandable.

"Your sex drive is almost too much for me to handle," you explain.

"Almost?"

"How often have you seen me struggle to get up after we've been intimate?"

White smiles at the question. The answer to it was complicated. White always seemed proud of the bruises that were on you.

Even if he lost a fight, the marks White left on you were something he could continue to look at and be proud of, and that pride was something he wasn't shy about sharing.

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#white arie #tog white #tower of god white #tog white x reader #arie white #arie white x reader #arie white x reader smut

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Dungeons and Marios: Honor Among Brothers

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I consider the films Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves and the Super Mario Brothers movie to be successes as good films. I found them both enjoyable, but also find that both of them work because the people behind them made similar choices. There’s a lot of lessons there, and you know me, I’m definitely going to write it down.

Let me pause to note I do not consider them to be of equal quality. The Dungeons and Dragons movie is fun, emotionally resonant, and both grand yet very human. The Super Mario Brothers film is a fun romp with some clever choices, but not as deep. But the lessons - even where they both don’t succeed - are illustrative.

So how did two different films do same things, let’s take a look. There are of course spoilers here, so here there be dragons (or Koopas).

Be Fun and Entertaining

Both movies are actually fun. There’s action, there’s jokes, there’s actors and actresses giving it their all. I had a good time at both. Super Mario Brothers was so snappy and tight I didn’t even take a break.

Fun can be forgotten, especially when you already have other things on your mind like adaption. But you have to give people a reason to pay attention beyond “hey I adapted this.” Be it Chris Pine being a charisma bomb or a brain-twisting Mario scene where the infamous Rainbow Road is realized, give people a reason to enjoy it.

You can also tell people enjoyed making them, both have a joy to them. Which probably says a lot about why they work as well.

Don’t Run Away From What You Are

The Dungeons and Dragons film is just like the games - not the books. A group of confused dumbasses get into trouble and save the day. It feels like a gaming session, right down to bad luck and unwise choices.

The Super Mario Brothers movie is colorful, bright, and strange. There are moments it has homages to the games and gameplay, but outside of those it runs on a kind of game logic. It feels like a game and doesn’t apologize at all.

This is what people came for. I do not come wanting an explanation of Mordenkainen’s magic or how to use a Fire Flower. I want to see hypercompetent stupidity and someone yelling “wahoo” he stomps on evil turtles. And I got it.

Use It But Don’t Overexplain

Dungeons and Dragons brings decades of history, rules, rules changes, rules arguments, novels, adaptions, and more. What do you do with that? Well, it’s raw material but you tell a story first - ten minutes of rules are boring but the sorcerer Simon struggling to “attune” to a magical item is interesting because it’s about a person.

Meanwhile the Mario film inherits a disjointed series of games and events without an exact timeline or even consistency. The film takes a pile of stuff and forges it into a setting but also doesn’t explain it much. Power ups just exist - what matters is how you use them. An industro-solarpunk kingdom of apes just exist - what matters is if you can make them allies. Tell a story - besides people already bought into the premise of plumbers teleported to this cartoony realm anyway.

The stuff you adapt is fuel for an actual story.

Get A Cast That Works

Want a good adaption? Get a cast that will embrace the roles and bring things to life so people feel and enjoy the film. Even the best script is nothing without the right cast.

Dungeons and Dragons cast is stellar. It’s like a movie filled with leads that just happens to center on Chris Pine’s bard, Edgin. From the humor to the pathos, the cast brings you into the film. A few characters might have been used better or given more depth, but everyone used what they got and then some.

Super Mario mostly does the same thing. Jack Black owns his role as Bowser and brings pathos to the character (more later). Anya Taylor-Joys Princess Peach is fantastic, badass, and charming enough she’s sort of the main character at times. Charlie Day is terribly underused as Luigi, but clearly brought is A game. I could compliment others, but you get the idea. The film is inherently ridiculous but the cast is game, as it were.

Now Chris Pratt is the elephant in the room. Regarding his problematic statements, I looked into them for this article, and it appears he’s not bigoted, but is not always thoughtful or good at reading a situation. Regarding his acting, he can “phone it in” but can really shine when he sinks his teeth into a role.

That being said, his Mairo performance was extremely generic. It was enough to move things along and make Mario human, but he didn’t add anything to the role. Whether it’s his fault or the scriptwriters, I’m not sure. I also noticed the animators did some amazing expression work with Bowser and Peach and wondered if they were more restrained with Mario.

Either way, lesson learned - get a cast that’s good and let them go.

Give Us Real Emotional Arcs

The Dungeons and Dragons movie brought tears to my eyes, once during That Scene at the end (if you saw it, you know), and once afterwards when I realized how I related to a character’s speech. The movie has multiple emotional arcs that bring it to life, give characters reasons to do things, and help you connect.

This is not consistent among the cast or characters, and I blame the script. It’s a perfectly fine script, but a few more scenes could have done wonders. But what is there is good.

Believe it or not Super Mario Brothers does this too, multiple times. In fact, there’s a scene where Mario and his original nemesis Donkey Kong find out they’re a lot alike. When a cartoon plumber and a big monkey share parallel emotions, you’ve done something right.

However Super Mario Brothers also doesn’t dive into the emotional arcs as well as Dungeons and Dragons and is poorer for it. There’s some unused potential, from Mario feeling defensive about Luigi to Princess Peach’s isolation as a lone human in her world. There’s unexplored character motivations, such as Toad’s heroic drive that differentiates him from his fellows. I feel there’s 5-10 minutes of cut footage that made it a better movie.

But the lessons stay the same. In fact . . .

Give Us Relatable Villains

Hugh Grant, playing con-man Forge charms his way through the Dungeons and Dragons movie in a way only he could. Daisy Head’s creepy sorceress Sofina is something out of a horror film, and you believe she’d like nothing more to murder the idiots surrounding her. Both get scenes that aren’t just villainy but humanity - Forge finds a joy in adoptive fatherhood, and Sofina snaps over how annoying Forge is in a relatable way.

This is great, they’re enjoyable. They get human moments - but only the acting covers the fact they’re otherwise paper-thin characters. Both could have shown more depth with just a few tweaks or an extra scene or two. The actors clearly work with what they have, but there could have been more.

Meanwhile let me commit blasphemy - Jack Black’s Bowser in Super Mario not only gets to be relatable, his character is better handled than the villains in Dungeons and Dragons.

Yes I went there.

Black’s Bowser is a terrifying warlord and a hopeless romantic. Madly in love with Princess Peach, he hopes to impress her and marry her instead of conquering her kingdom (sort of). Throw in Black’s performance with excellent animation, and Bowser becomes sympathetic, a kind of ridiculously Shakespearean character of extremes. If anything, I felt there was more to explore.

Both films add villains with some understandable traits. Super Mario does it better. Forge and Sofina aren’t interesting enough on their own, but Black’s Bowser feels like he could carry an entire film.

Do A Film Not A Preview

As I’ve said before, I will compliment the Marvel movies on sheer competency. However, I’m also extremely tired that the interlinked nature of stories seems to “wash out” the films. There’s that need to keep the mega-franchise going, and there’s a certain “safety” in choices that wears thin. Make something that stands on its own – like these films!

Dungeons and Dragons and Super Mario Brothers are delightfully standalone. They do their job, they deliver. Sure you may care due to the games - in fact it’s the only reason to care about Super Mario Brothers. But both stand on their own quite well and in a satisfying manner.

There’s just that thrill of being able to “close the book” and move on with each. Both deserve sequels of some kind, but its nice to see them deliver and be done. It helps the people making them focus, and it means each film is reliably complete.

In Conclusion

So there you have it. Both of these adaptions based on games, both wildly different, really succeed due to the same choices. Embrace what you do, don’t overexplain, get the right cast and real emotional arcs we feel. That’s it.

It feels unnecessary to explain this, but maybe the fact I feel this says volumes about the poor media I’ve seen - and how I enjoyed these two pieces. Let’s learn from them, and maybe apply these lessons to things beyond giant big budget movies.

Steven Savage

www.StevenSavage.com

www.InformoTron.com

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artcalledtattoo · 1 year

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queennicoleinboots · 2 years

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Chapter 3 of "This World Sucks"

(Joebear POV)

Chapter 3: Wednesday, September 9, 1987

Once we got onto Thunderbird Road, there was a lot of traffic. Many people looked forward to the awakening of a Greek God that was occurring that day. Some people got so excited that they failed at driving that morning. Traffic was backed up for at least three streetlights. The paramedics, fire department, and policemen were trying to figure out how to get the passengers in the two cars to safety. By the time we inched up to see what happened, we noticed a van was flipped over on its back like an upside down turtle.

The other car was a red 1984 Toyota Celica, or what was left of it. My eyes popped out of my head looking at it.

Chris looked at it and said, "Whoa!!!! What a crash!" At the tender age of six, my brother was already sadistic. He seemed more amused than mortified.

"BY GOD! None of that would have happened if they would have learned how to drive. Slow down. You'll live longer!" my mom ranted. "Because of them, now we're playing Bumper Cars!

I knew better than to interrupt my mother's rants.

“Okay! Green means go. Green means go. GO! GO! GO! Gas pedal's under the right foot! Try pressing it! BY GOD!" my mom shouted at the drivers in front of her.

Chris giggled.

Mom kept driving for a few minutes before the next crazy thing happened. Apparently, the city of Phoenix, AZ was having a Greek Festival in the middle of the morning rush hour. “Of course, I have to get caught up in this mess! By God!” she said as she spent ANOTHER stupid period of time inching through traffic. I was pretty sure one of the grizzly bears riding a unicycle gave us the paw as he crossed our path in traffic. Apparently, Mom had a medical condition called Tourette’s syndrome in which she couldn't control the language coming out of her mouth. I'm not going to repeat the speaking-in-tongues Mom did while driving that day.She gritted her teeth at the bear who was riding a unicycle and gripped the plastic on the steering wheel with her veins popping out of her paws. I didn’t know who was more aggressive. My mother or the bear?

Mom stared at the back of the car in front of us with an intensity of burning a hole through the rear window. She was seriously ready to run over the next clown that cut us off.

A blue car pulled up next to us and honked. When I saw who honked at us, I waved. Chris made a funny face at Pippy and her younger sister.

Mom honked at her and rolled the window down. "Hey Genevieve, how do you like this traffic? It's INSANE!" she yelled.

"Sure is! It took us forever to get up here! I know a Greek God is being awakened, but they need to do something about this traffic!" Pippy's mother, Genevieve shouted kindly to Mom.

“YOU GOT THAT RIGHT! Two bears gave me the paw. Five clowns cut me off, and now we got Greek kids are trying to cross the fucking street!!!” Mom shouted as we inched forward.

Pippy's mom laughed and shook her head. "I know it! Mm Mm! They should have at least given detours around these festivals! People might actually be able to see the Greek God awaken!" she said.

"It's retarded to drive in these bullshit conditions. Might as well have watched the awakening on TV!” Mom screamed.

Pippy's mom laughed even louder to the point where my brain jumped to the top of my head. "It's a mess," she said.

Chris was making faces at the girls, and they and I rolled our eyes. 'Ugh, Chris, why are you dumb?' I thought.

Mom waved goodbye to Pippy's family and sped ahead of her. She grumbled to herself. “Thank Goodness we're almost there! By God this drive has been painful,” she ranted.

"Yeah. It was boring until Pippy and Patsy showed up. I like torturing them," Chris said with a small blush.

I rolled my eyes at Chris again.

"I'm sure you do, Chris," Mom said before we heard a thud! "Oh shit! I ran over a small clown!" Then there was another Thud! This time, she ran over a traffic cone. I looked behind us and saw two clowns shaking their fists at us. One was the small clown that Mom accidentally ran over, and the other was a normal-sized clown who was helping the other clown get up. Mom gave them the finger from behind us and spoke in tongues for a moment before she continued with, “I wouldn't have run them over if they weren't in the road!" She was slowing down from 10 miles per hour as she drove past an Apollo float going toward Encounter Church.

Before I could think, Mom honked the horn again. She had another Tourette’s fit directed at a clown in the midst of her honking the horn. “Another <insert a slew of curse words> clown cut me off again. I almost ran him over,” she said.

"Why are there clowns running around in the road, Mom?" Chris asked.

“I don't know, Chris, but I am going to run over this trapeze artist if he doesn't get out of my way. He needs to go back where he came from,” Mom responded. She sighed a long sigh. She was the master of sighing. I swear that she sighed every hour on the hour. And then she sighed every five minutes in between. She was a Master Sigher.

I was relieved when we were finally at the Encounter Church. That drive was beginning to make me nervous.

"Come on, kids! Let's go check out the awakening of this Greek God. I heard he's going to make everyone's life easier," Mom said as she ushered us out of the car.

We walked toward the church and around a bunch of excited people, and once we opened the door, a bright light shone so brightly that all we saw was the head of a dark-haired baby with bright green eyes. He looked like the random baby that was on the screen of a Teletubby episode.

"Hello, Earth. I am Pauno, the Greek God of food, milk, video games, and common sense. Thank you for coming to my awakening!" the Greek God baby spoke.

At that moment, I felt peace and was happy that we endured that drive down Thunderbird Rd.

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my poor baby 💔

BC!JK

you’re such a hypocrite.

how could you ignore his letters, idiot!

that’s why he bullied you.

you deserved to get bullied.

you’re so inconsiderate.

“It’s okay… oh my.. don’t start crying.”

you’re such a crybaby.

“sorry” you say “um..my car is at your house so if you could take me back to yours, i can drive home”

you don’t know why your brain is wired to beat yourself up over the smallest things. well, you know why but it’s been years since then yet you still continue to give yourself a hard time with your thoughts. you just feel stupid and you wish you never asked that question in the first place.

like a turtle, you cave back in your shell not even bothering to finish your milkshake because your appetite for it has died down as did your outward demeanor.

“i’m sorry, i wasted this milkshake. i can, uh, pay you back” you say to jungkook trying to seem happy but it’s clear that you’re defensive. of course jungkook declines you paying him back and your obvious shift has led to jungkook losing his appetite as well. the ride back is quiet between the two of you, even as the music plays in the background.

when you arrive to his place, you bid jungkook goodbye and get inside your car to head home. no kiss on the cheek, just a hug, and you were on your way back home. on your way back, you begin to wonder if what you’re doing is helping you at all.

should you really be dating jungkook?

your original focus was you and it’s had to focus when there are other things, or rather, someone who is just as important. you just told yourself that you were going to heal as you go. you were finally going to give him a chance, so why won’t you just let him in? why is it so hard for you to let someone love you for christ’s sake?

you let eunwoo in didn’t you, so why make things twice as hard for jungkook?

these questions echo in your head over and over until you arrive home and it isn’t until you’re within the comfort of your own home that those thoughts dissolve. you’re greeted by stormy who is excited to see you and you’re just as excited to see her.

“sorry storm” you say as you press a kiss to your pup’s head.

“mama is tired. let’s get you cleaned up so we can go to bed, hm?”

You did not even give him a kiss- even one on the cheek would work and he would be happy but you were obviously not yourself tonight, especially after your discussion with him.

Jungkook doesn’t know what he has to do in order to make you happy and to make sure that you stay with him, he knows that he’s no eunwoo.

You asked and he told you.. and he doesn’t hold any more grudges against you anymore, you’re with him, and that’s all that matters. Jungkook sighs as he drives back to his house, he’s already missing you, but there was definitely tension between you two.

Are you feeling guilty? He doesn’t want you to because it’s all in the past, and.. what is the point? The damage has already been done.

Maybe he should give you some time to process everything you cannot dump everything on you and just expect you to take it.. he honks at the right in front of his, he is beyond frustrated right now.

Why can’t everything just be perfect for once?

He’s going to let you take your time, but he does hope that you will Be coming to the dinner of his mothers birthday next week.

Please just give him a chance, that’s all he wants.

#ask: bc!jk

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ducknotinarow · 9 months

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MM Raph - 📖 uwu

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Uhhhh I dn’t know how to start this stupid thing. But when I asked Splinter he said writing crap down might help? Well Dad didn’t say crap but ya know. Jus I’m al mixed up I guess? I would try and ask Leo or Donnie but well. I don’t think Leo can help anyone knot even himself when it comes to this stuff. Donnie? Well after the whole ‘coming out’ thing? For sure not Donnie. He still won’t let me live down how I fucked up with that whole thing too as is. I can only imagine how Donnie would just roast me over this too.

Okay so just me and you journal. An I’m having no real luck on my end figuring it ouat. So you better do your job got me?

So well Casey kissed me and now I think my brain has been fried because of it and I’m not fully sure why it’s so fried! It’s like when one of Don’s first laptops got a cup of water thrown over it when Mikey ad I were messin round with a super bouncy ball in the lair. Man that thing had a lot of bounce in it would go everywhere if you threw it hard enough! Anyway no the point. I can’t stop thinking about it. Everything about it, everything about Casey. Kind of wondering how I feel about Casey myself.

When we first met? Nah I didn’t like him at al, he was annoying and a jus asking for a good ass kicking. Which I gave. Even if I got into trouble for the whole mess cause of it. But well he was annoying standing there acttin like I wouldn't be good at hockey just cause i'm a turtle. Cause were slow. And yeah maybe I shouldn't let him get to me but he did! And I don't back down from a fight. Course picking them after maybe wasn't the best choice either. I dunno i just couldn't leave it alone. Drop it and such like the guys kept trying to tell me. We finally got our big punishment for all the fighting. Stuck in a small room with the guy. Don't now how that meant to fix anything.

But I gotta say honestly? I didn't really hate him even with all the fighting going on between us. Splinter seemed confused but I kind of thought maybe we could be friends. I said we were friends but I blame my wording on how hurt I was at the time. I dunno I just even though we clearly didn't like each other I also just had a feelin i guess is the best why I can put it ya know? Sure Casey was nothing but a jerk at the time and a jerk I kept being a jerk towards as well. But I dunno I don't think it was really me he was mad at, I think he was just mad. About something else and I was just I dunno in the way? or something he could focus it on?

Well I got lotta experience being stuck in small place. Even If didn't really wanna talk to Casey. It was my first and only chance after living in hiding for years to be part of something even if I wasn't even like married to the idea of hockey still. I did try and break the silence in that room even with Casey making it clear he wanted nothing to do with me. I dunno part of me really did feel like maybe we could be friends? Sure took a lot and I mean a lot. To finally do that but when Casey did open up?

Yeah I felt bad.

I told him how for him least he always been able to just do stuff like try out for teams or whatever but I never could before. Hell just going out to see the city at night took a lot to convince Splinter of. Only way me and my brothers could was if we just took long on grocery runs. Just to catch at best ten minutes of a movie playing. I confessed how in the movies it always seem so great to go to school. How having friends seemed great. Sport teams had a bond and maybe i just wanted that.

I know that answer least wasn't gonna drop all that just ya know start with it though. And Casey kind of opened my eyes. I guess to me just seem like humans can do whatever they want at anytime. But I guess that isn't true. Casey couldn't just do anything he wanted his mom was like Splinter. Protective. And yeah I know how an over protective parent can be to deal with.

Casey wasn't a bad guy, he was just dealin with shit to. Like Beep, Rock and I talk bout sometimes. And I still feel that way now. Casey isn't a bad guy he's just dealign with shit and having something that makes him happy helps. So course I was willing to tell the coach I was dropping out so he could make Casey on the team. Even if he didn't appreciate my kind gesture their. dick. I dunno when Casey mentions hockey? he just seems happy. And I guess it means a lot to him and I just felt like I dunno. Look he was still a dick even if its clear he loves the damn sport he should just been happy and said thank you or something jerk.

I also did it cause I dunno I feel like Casey gets me and I just want to be Casey's friend. Sure I want friends I know that but I really want Casey to be my friend and I don't know how to explain that feeling? Even If I fucked up when Casey wanted to tell me he was gay Bi. Donnie had a point some humans dont accept even thier own for stuff like that even. But to me? Casey just Casey I don't think it matters who he thinks is attractive or whatever I still felt bad for messing that up though. Casey was showing we are friends cause he trusted me with something important.

I guess I just don't understand how he wound up likeing me with how much i've fucked everything up every step of us becoming friends. Also Can't stop thinking about how it felt to kiss Casey. I dunno I thought it be rough his lips. But they are warm and soft. I know humans are warm but it was like a pleasant burning feeling. Like when my knuckles his just right in a good planted right hook. Or when I skid around the ground and perfect kick someone right out from how they were standing. But even better?

That my problem journal!!!! I don't wanna fuck up and lose my friend but my feelings are so everywhere right now! What if..what if I don't like Casey that way? What if it's just cause hes the first person to ever kiss me that I feel that way? But would I have wanted to kiss Casey more if that was the case? or was it cause Casey kissed me and I saw that someone wanted to kiss me?!!

I don't think thats the case though. I just I dont wanna hurt Casey. I already fucked up once. I really wanna be his friend. He called me his best friend. Thats something special right? I only got movies to go off but best friends are special like Gerry and Julius. Two different guys as people can be I guess but they become the greatest friends in the movie. I really like when Gerry tells the nurse Julius is his brother and asks can't you see the resmblence?

But at the same time?

I can't stop thinking about Casey's eyes and how nice it looks when his hair gets in front of them. Cause of the blue in his hair. I wanna reach over and brush it outta his face sometimes. I like all those freckles on his face too, they are cute. I like when he smiles wide. I like the way he calls me Raph. I like that he just never gave a shit I was turtle one way or the other. If I were human I bet he still would have fought with me the same. I like how he's just a massive dork when hes not being a dick head. I like that he's willing to take risks with out a second thought. He might not even have first thought though. He did it twice with me alone. Wanting to tell me something important about himself. And tell me how he feels as well. I like that he don't take shit from no one. I like that I feel I dunno I just feel comfortable around Casey. To be myself.

I don't think Casey would ever make me feel like i'm too much. I don't think he be one to say i'm being too loud. I kind of hate when others tell me i'm being too loud I can't help it when I get excited is all. I don't think he seen me as to angry either. He's pretty angry himself. Casey likes sports like me and thats fun too. I think of Casey as my best friend to but I dunno if that means as much when you never had a friend before? but now I'm also feeling stuff for him. I've been out of it ever since trying apologize to him.

I like Casey a lot a whole lot more than a friend I don't know if it's love? I never been in love before? I know I care about Casey a lot and I know I don't wanna hurt him either. Ever. I know I already did once even if he might say its not a big deal. I know he was avoiding me for a reason.

But he kissed me and I wanted to kiss him again and more. And I wanna kiss him again now too. I want to still be friends too? we can still do that right but also not only be friends? I dunno if writing into is helping me much. I feel like I just getting to see all my issues on paper more than getting an answer.

I got feelings for Casey. And I just don't wanna fuck up again. Maybe i'm scared? Well thats dumb never been scare of nothing before!

But i'm kind am with this? But also not cause it feels right? ugh this is confusing and it's not helping to write it. I got feelings for casey though. So now what?

#muse| hamato raphael #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ if you jumped off a bridge its only cause I did first - aflockoffeathers]#[ mayhem verse]#muse journal meme #stay queued #ic reply #meme answers #((I didn’t wanna make the misspelling too bad XD I promise he miss spells a good potion))#((we haven't written this bit out yet so i glossed over the convo they have which lets them open up to each other.))#((Gerry and Julius comparsion is from the Remeber the titans movie in case you have seen it its about a black and white HS football team #learning to mix together and all the hardships that come from racism and privilege while forming a brotherhood between the players ;3;#is a good movie I love it ;3;))

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