Xreader Fic Is So Inherently Healing Like

Rottmnt Affection Headcanons :]

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DONNIE

- Donnie’s affection, like most things, is mostly led with his head.

- He like usually rests his head on his partners shoulder when he’s tired

- He enjoys getting his head pat and occasionally his shell if he’s comfy enough

- When things are fluffy and wholesome, he’ll rest his forehead against his partners (you see this a lot in Portals teehee)

- He especially enjoys nuzzling into necks or other warm places. He loves when his face is cupped too.

- Donnie likes kisses more than he’d ever admit

- He also really really really loves being called pretty or beautiful (pretty boy especially)! It makes him feel pretty (bc he is 💛)

LEO

- Leo’s love is mostly led with his hands!

- Leo likes touching things ofc

- During cuddle time, he loves rubbing his partners back and resting his chin on their head

- Leo loves being close to people. He enjoys the quality time.

- He’s easy to fall asleep (while still being a pretty light sleeper) and he always likes waking up and seeing his partner’s face.

- Leo likes squishing his partners cheeks with his hands.

- He also usually bops them in the face (affectionately ofc)

- What can he say? It’s in his nature!

RAPH

- Raph is a hugger. Ofc he is.

- He is, however, a little afraid of crushing his lover.

- He enjoys hugging his partner for hours on end.

- He loves being scritched especially under the chin! His tail will start wagging and everything it’s so cute!!!

- Speaking of his tail, when he's hugging his partner, he’ll wrap them up with his tail. It’s mostly involuntary, he swears!

- He’s also a bit of a biter. This is involuntary

- It’s like his cuteness aggression. If his partner is too damn adorable, he’ll need to bite something.

- When he bites his partner, it’s obviously always gentle. He worries if he’s hurt them anyway.

- He’s honestly just a sweetheart and a gentle giant! He’d never do anything to hurt the one he loves 💛

MIKEY

- HUGS FROM BEHIND>>>>>

- I cannot stress this enough how much Mikey loves these

- Mikey is obviously the most affectionate out of the others

- He LOVES kisses

- Absolutely adores them

- He will shower his partner in love and affection

- Sure, he loves going all out for the love of his life, but he mostly enjoys the little things. Those tiny intimate moments

- Those soft moments are his favorite. He loves having someone to feel safe around.

- Laying on his partner's stomach is one of his favorite things to do! 💛

- He loves holding hands while cuddling too!

- He gets all flustered when you compliment him! He’s usually the one to give compliments, so it's a nice surprise when he’s appreciated :]

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I did this for funsies lmao sorry if this is awful 😭💛

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Comments left by Kentaro Miura (author of Berserk) on Young Animal Magazine when he was drawing Berserk and commentaries at the end of the book.

This has been shared before but it is well known that manga authors have brutal schedules they have to work under. So many have died before old age due to health issues.

To quote Junji Ito:

“Sleep is very important. Everyone get enough sleep. Many manga artists die young and it’s because they don’t sleep. Your best ideas will come to you when you’re sleeping. Please everyone get some sleep.”

Remember Manga authors are human beings that deserve better work conditions in their industry.

Let me add here that Master Miura paid attention to his time and health especially the last decade. His editor, his team and his colleagues cared dearly about him.

Honor him by taking care of yourself as well and value your time here.

RIP Master Miura.

Thank you for all the hard work.

chainsaw miku

source

I hate how the booktokification of the “unhinged woman” genre has completely reduced the concept of female rage to just “girlboss” without taking seriously how important it is to unequivocally portray female rage.

Throughout the history of literature, we’ve been given countless instances of women in despair and in sadness but save for a few writers (take Euripides, for example), we’ve rarely ever been given angry women who aren’t the villains or the foil for the perfect poised passive princess. Female rage has constantly been subdued and erased or warped into “she’s just batshit crazy” in pretty much every society.

And now that publishing and media marketing has reduced women showing rage in books to the “white hypersexual girlboss with a knife”, instead of uplifting the way women are allowed to have more dimension and sympathy in their visible anger than ever in literature, the media still isn’t taking this subgenre seriously.

Congo💔🕊️

We really cannot be free until we all are free.

Can i request dating HC with future leo and female reader who's in her 30s? (Human female reader) It's would be funny if the kids were teasing the older leo saying " GET A ROOM! " or singing the " under the tree " song.

When I'm Old and Blue

f!Leo x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, annoying children, kissing/making out, swearing, f!Leo is going by Leon, slight talk of marriage, tiny bit angsty

A/N: I know you said hc, but I decided to do a fic instead. I uh... I have expanded farther on this fic than originally intended... (ew... who would want to kiss a 7'4", 40 y/o turtle man?? me)

Leon had set up a night in, at the lair. Just the 2 of you. He'd managed to convince the younger turtles and Splinter to go out, have fun in the Hidden City. You 2 were cuddled on the couch, watching a shitty romcom. It was his guilty pleasure after the apocalypse. He enjoyed making fun of the plots and acting.

Unfortunately what you 2 didn't know was that Splinter left, but the boys didn't. They were watching you guys on Donnie's security cameras, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Leon's stump arm was resting behind you on the back of the couch, your head against his shoulder.

"Why exactly are we doing this again?" Raph whispers. "They wanted a nice, quiet night in..."

"Oh come on, this is fun!" Leo answers, nudging his brother. "Leon and Y/N will look back on this and laugh."

"I highly doubt that..." Raph huffs.

Leon leaned over, kissing you softly. His hand resting on the back of your neck. You deepened the kiss slightly, Leon's hand falling to your waist, yours going around his neck. You crawl into his lap, not breaking the kiss, but you feel him smile as you situate yourself.

"Leon and Y/N sitting in a tree..." You both pull away, confused. Leo's voice echoed around you, but you couldn't tell where it was coming from.

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Mikey's voice follows. Leon huffs, frown pulling his face down.

"Fucking kids..." He groans, burring his face in your chest. You held back a laugh at his irritation.

"Ignore them." You hummed. He chuckles, diving back into the kiss. It was more passionate than before. You laugh against his lips, pulling him closer. Leon happily followed, leaning forward, his hand on the small of your back. He made his way down your neck, making sure to leave marks.

"Get a room!" Leo yells. You grabbed a pillow and threw it in the direction of Leo's voice, since Leon's only hand was busy keeping you from falling. You assume you hit him because he squealed.

"Let's go back to your place." Leon pants, standing up. You were always amazed at his strength, holding you with one arm like you weighed nothing. You held on desperately as he made his way topside, to your house.

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Leo was a constant distraction when you and Leon were together. Constantly making disgusted noises when you 2 kissed or Leon did something romantic. He'd even cover Mikey's eyes if he was there when you 2 kissed.

You tried your best to ignore him, but it was so hard. You kissed Leon before you went home, Leo made sure to sound like he was throwing up. Dancing together while making dinner, Leo would yell to get a room. It was infuriating.

"You sure you don't want to just move in with me?" You joke.

"Yeah... And have everyone confused about this whole situation?" Leon smiles, waving his hand over his face. "Could you imagine? Especially what your family would think."

"And here I thought you were going to propose soon." You huff, sarcastically. He chuckles softly, kissing your temple.

"I would, if I was human." He admits. "But I'm not, you are. Honestly... I don't know why you're still here. You could have a normal relationship."

"Normal?" You snort. "Where's the fun in that?"

A bunch of sketches I have done, trying to find a way I would like to draw the turtles. As you can see, I don't have favorites (I'm obviously lying). If think that any of the expressions or the poses in the second one are familiar, it's because I used some panels from Chainsaw Man as reference.

I got excited when I saw that there were watercolors in the Medibang(I love using watercolors in real life art) and I ended up also doodling Katana Man, Makima, and Laura(my OC). For Makima, I didn't use references, I tried by memory, that's why she's so weird.

I will eventually get some real art done, I swear-

The Coldest Heart(Yandere Future Rise Donatello x Reader)

A/N, not important: Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Apocalypse, kidnapping, freezing, dark themes, yandere themes.

Words: 1291

Summary: Donnie cuts off the heat

Winters were always frigid in the apocalypse, the broken terrain and weather making the places that have never seen a snowflake now completely frozen over. The “snow” that covered the barren wasteland outside the base’s doors was a poisonous brown, bubbling when it touched the ground instead of sticking. It may be frozen, but it was nothing like the fluffy white snow you held dear in your memories. You shiver under the blankets you were given, your body curled up in a weak attempt to preserve the heat trapped under the blankets with you. You were exhausted, sleep pulling at your eyes and trying to coax you under, but the cold biting at your fingers and toes was unrelenting. Your ears and nose burned, keeping you alert as you try to keep out the frigid air. The small amount of heat Donnie allowed in his lab was gone, the furnace broken and vents turned off. Cold had seeped into every crack and was now trying its best to choke you out as well.

You turn your head towards Donnie as he types onto a monitor projected by his ninpo, sticking your face into the bitter cold. His outfit amazed you, the mutant only being dressed in a thin sweater made to stretch over his battle shell and sweats that were a size too small. You look at him in envy, not understanding how he could withstand the freezing temperature in the thin clothing he had. Donnie turns his head at the feeling of your boring gaze, his eyes meeting yours and his tridactyl hands leaving his keyboard which causes it to falter, then disappear. For the first time in the months since he had stuck you in his lab in claims of protecting you, you don’t break your gaze. Whether it was from exhaustion or the cold, you no longer cared about such a simple thing as keeping your eyes off the man you hated most. If he was truly upset with your staring, he could come and close your eyes himself.

“You’re shivering.” Donnie muses, his voice teasing and airy as if the frostbite creeping over your nose was a mere tasteless joke. You scowl, burying yourself back into the plethora of blankets that covered the cot Donnie had you share with him. You hear him chuckle at your childish display, driving in the belittled feeling he had sunk into your heart.

“Fix the heat then.” You grumble at your captor, not caring for niceties. You can hear his chair shift and you look back at him through a crack in the blankets, seeing his eyes averted downwards as he chews on his cheek. His knuckles are now digging into his teeth, his eyes looking everywhere but you as he seems to be debating himself over something. His shoulders are more hunched, like he was a little kid who got caught stealing cookies late at night.

“You know I can’t.” Donnie says, like he was trying to be firm but his voice falters. He still refuses to meet your eyes, only staring at the floor as he chews on his knuckles. Your eyes narrow, your knees pulled closer to your chest as another cold burst breaks through the blanket barrier.

“You’ve already fixed it.” You accuse, the chattering of your teeth breaking up the sentence and making it sound more pathetic than you hoped. Donnie finally pulls his fist away from his mouth as he stares back at you, crossing his arms and protesting with a loud, “indignant scoff.” If you could feel your feet, you would run over there and strangle him.

“If you’re cold,” Donnie starts, his voice tight as he dodges your accusation to try and quell your thoughts, but ends up confirming it instead. “You can grab a blanket and come sit with me. I’ll keep you warm.”

You sneer, diving back under the blanket den you had created around yourself. Even if you wanted to cuddle up to the person who was holding you hostage in the name of ‘safety’, you couldn’t. Your feet were so frozen you couldn’t feel them more than a dull pain, and your fingers couldn’t close around the thin material of the blankets anymore. Silence stretches through the lab, and you’re sure Donnie had given up and turned back around.

A quick padding of socked feet breaks the silence and two arms wrap around your covered self, lifting you from the cot and into Donnie’s arms. He mumbles a swift apology as you flail and curse, quickly moving back to his chair and depositing you in his lap. He shifts the blankets around, helping you pop your head out so you could see. Donnie cups your cheek with one hand, the other still firm around your lower back so you couldn’t squirm away from him and escape. The feeling of his hand on your face is one you always hated, but the burning head of his warmth makes you hiss in pain rather than disgust. He was an oven, his hand slowly heating your cheeks and bringing color back to your face. You melt into him after a minute, nearly crying when his warm hand leaves your cheek to cup your ears.

“You are cold.” He mutters, mostly to himself. He continues to try and warm you himself for a small while, attempting to bring your body temperature up from the dangerous levels it had fallen to. He eventually signs and gives up, summoning a projected screen with numerous switches and buttons. He clicks a few things before closing the screen and pulling you closer, easing open the blankets you clung to so he could pull your whole body against him and try to warm you up.

You hear the vents above slowly whirr to life, the room slowly being filled with a strong heat that makes your head spin. You blink at Donnie, your limbs unstiffening as you try not to cry.

“You fixed it…” You mumble, letting your head hit the dull point of his plastron. Donnie nods, rubbing your back beneath the blankets. Anger pools in your chest for only a moment, the relief of the heat taking over and the exhaustion pushing through once more.

“I fixed it within minutes of its breaking. I wasn’t going to let the base freeze.” Donnie pulls you closer, kissing your temple with a smug smile. “You, however, weren’t letting me touch you, so I turned off the heat to try and convince you to let me touch you more, but that seems to have backfired.”

You scowl, hitting his shoulder with your forehead. You wanted to scream, to bite him, to do anything to make him suffer like he had you for the past few days, but you don’t. You were terrified he would turn the heat back off. His lab was obviously able to be isolated from the other parts of the base, which horrified you. For all you knew, he could leave and seal the doors before shutting the oxygen off for a couple minutes, just to let you suffer.

Donnie continues to rub your back, his quiet humming not showing any bit of remorse for the torment he had put you through. He seemed happy with the outcome, and you figured he was. Here you were in his arms, just as he wanted. Maybe once you could feel your fingers again, you’d try and fight him, but for now, you had given up. The heat was too much of a reward for you to risk losing it now. Even Donnie’s arms were a price you were willing to pay to not freeze. His plan had worked, and now nothing would stop him from doing it again.