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14. Three more hours
Hello sophia!!! 👋 Thank you for sending in this prompt! I had to sit on this one a bit, but I hope you like what I whipped up!
#14 "Three more hours." w/ all 4 turtles! (aged up Bayverse - some tension and some comfort ahead!)
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"Three more hours," you reassured yourself in a hush. "Just three more. You can do this. It's fine. Everything is fine."
What it was exactly that made you nervous in the first place, you couldn't say. You'd been more than ready to climb into bed. Eager as you crawled in under your weighted blanket, happily looking forward to sweet dreams that were hopefully waiting for you just on the other side of conscious thought. Tired eyes falling closed readily, sleep coming to quiet your mind, when suddenly, fear clutched at your chest, starting you wide awake.
Worry over four brothers flooded you. Four brothers who were out, moving about in the darkness of night, doing their part to protect this city you called home. Putting themselves in harm's way just as they did every night. Four brothers who, if you were really honest with yourself, you loved very deeply.
But why the anxiety tonight? Why the sudden stress? Sure, you worried about them all the time. Always the lingering concern for their safety and well-being. The secret life they lead was far from being risk-free after all. But it'd never shook you from sleep like it had tonight.
Something had to be wrong. Really wrong.
So here you were, pacing about an uncomfortably quiet lair, fretting over what dangers your four dearly cherished humanoid turtles had to be battling against right now. Trying in vain to occupy your worried mind. Distract yourself from your thoughts, imagination embellishing each into bleaker and bleaker scenarios.
Another glance at the clock. Another anguished sigh. "Two more hours." Could you do it? Could you remain there, drowning in perturbation, obediently waiting for their scheduled hour of return?
Your fingers tapped your phone. A quick text message couldn't hurt, right? You'd done it before. But what if that made things worse? What if they were in a bad position, injured and waiting it out for the threat to subside? And then the chime of your text gave them away? No. No, you couldn't risk it.
But surely, if there were something that serious going on, there'd be signs right? More sirens and alarms than normal. The media buzzing on the news with Breaking Reports. Chatter and static all over the guy's radios. A call from April or Jones at least. Right? Right???
A rumbling groan let loose as you slumped down onto their reinforced couch. How in the world did Master Splinter handle this? Especially when they were younger??? No wonder his brown fur was already grey, going on white. You were sure at this point you'd be joining him in that department soon yourself.
You couldn't handle this sitting and waiting any more.
You'd taken to scrubbing the floors throughout the common areas of the lair so intently that you didn't even recognize the next couple of hours slipping by. It wasn't until you heard heavy footsteps drawing near that you snapped out of it and rushed to the entrance. Nerves reaggravated and your stomach turning as you braced to be met with the terrible state they must be in.
But instead of confirmed dread, you were met with four very tired terrapins dragging themselves home. Exhaustion evident in their slumped shoulders and dropped heads. No apparent signs of injury or duress.
You could have cried in relief.
The four looked to you then glanced around to each other, then at the clock, and back to you. But there were no smiles. No hugs. No expressions of normal greeting.
Oh great, something really was wrong.
"What - what are you doing, (Y/N)?" Donnie inquired. He looked you up and down, taking in your rolled up sleeves, disheveled hair and the mop bucket just a few feet away from you. "And why are you cleaning? What's wrong?"
"Oh," you glanced back at the bucket of soapy water. "I - just - um - nothing's wrong. Just couldn't sleep," you lied.
Four flat expressions met your words.
"That's your stress cleaning," Leo stated matter-of-factly. "You only use that mop when you're stressed. What's going on?"
The four remained still in front of you. Each blinking slowly and giving slow, heavy breaths tied to weariness.
Guilt settled in where worry had currently been bedding. You twisted your fingers nervously. It was true. You were stress cleaning. And they were all looking like they were on the verge of collapsing. Yet here they were, waiting for your explanation.
You dropped your eyes. "I couldn't sleep because I was worried about you guys. Something just - just felt like it was really, really wrong. I just needed to make sure you guys were okay. That you were safe. I was scared - well - I guess I was just scared. For you guys."
No reaction.
When you raised your eyes back to the four, their expressions hadn't changed at all. Not one of them spoke to dispel your concerns.
So something was wrong!
Leo sounded off a few clicks. The other three immediately turned to their respective rooms. Leo following behind. Leaving you standing alone without a word.
Okay, you thought to yourself. Okay. They're just really tired. That's all. It's okay. It's alright. You wiped a shaky tear away from your eye. They're home. And they're all safe. That's what matters. You could talk to them about what happened later. They just to get some sleep.
Emptying the mop bucket, you tried to keep yourself from tearing up. Constantly retelling yourself that as of right now, there was nothing to stress over anymore. They hadn't meant to be outright rude. Or hurtful. Or show total disregard for your worry. They were just tired. That was it. It was okay.
Raph reemerged just as you were throwing your jacket around your shoulders. He was only wearing a loose pair of red shorts now. A heap of blankets atop his shoulder and his mattress pulled along under his other arm. He cast a look down on you under heavy eyelids. "Where you goin?"
Donnie and Mikey came into the room as Raph dropped his mattress down in front of the couch. For the first time you'd ever seen, Donnie was wearing shorts, and Mikey was in a baggy pair of lounge pants. They were carrying their mattresses and bedding as well. Leo, in silky blue sleep pants, joined right after.
Nothing was said as they began making their beds. Each mattress pressed against the other, fashioning a massive bed topped with extra blankets and pillows. You watched on, still unsure what the guys were doing.
You felt a pair of large hands on you, nearly making you jump. Mikey was carefully working your jacket back off your shoulders as Leo reached up, wrapping an arm around your waist. His pull was gentle as he encouraged you down into the middle of the bed. Donnie, Raph and Mikey climbed in right behind. The four of them settling in around you.
Raph's heavy hand curled around one of your calves. Mikey draped an arm over your waist. Donnie rested his hand over the back of your shoulder, his thumb stroking gentle circles as his tired eyes finally closed. Leo threaded his two fingers between yours and held your hand tight.
"Sorry we scared you." The words were quiet. Almost sounding ashamed.
"Hey," you soothed back. "No apologies. That's my job. To love you guys. And with love comes worry."
A gentle squeeze from Raph's hand and a heavy sigh from Mikey met your words.
"You guys are worth it. Especially to me." The five of you sat in silence a moment, taking comfort in all being together. "Goodnight, guys. Sweet dreams." You let your own heavy eyes close and snuggled in, happier than you thought having them all so close as you slept.
"G'night."
"Sweet dreams, (Y/N)."
"Night."
"Goodnight. Have sweet dreams," Leo whispered.
The lair fell back into silence. The four brothers laying still. Allowing the comfort of you being here, of them all being together, to help them drift off to sleep. Each silently resolving to themselves to not let you know how right you were. And how very terrible the night had actually been.
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Anonymous opinions?
Well, you are one of the sweetest people I've ever met an absolute peach :]
Noooooooooo no her not. I’m not sweet! I’m spicy! *said in my niece’s 3 year old voice*
Thank you tho, Nonnie, this made my morning ☺️
I’m genuinely surprised someone actually looked at my tumblr and did this, so thank you for taking the time out of your day to be kind. That’s very brave. In fact, if anybody is sweet, it’d be you 😉👉🏼👉🏼🧡
A little something if you need a reminder of hope🌱
A really good read and a fun listen too! He has an accent 😏😉
It’s…hard some days, and sometimes I feel alone. But messages like this help remind me that I am never alone. None of us are. Anata wa hitori ja nai
Today. Tomorrow. And ALWAYS.
I can’t tell you the squee of absolute joy that escaped me when I saw this like DANG SIS!
How in earth did you draw that so fast?!? And capture the mood so perfectly?!
Like I don’t even have the words, so please take my humble keyboard smash as appreciation.
*clears throat*Ahem: hcoencheiamfuwjagdyaodjfo
*comes skidding into your inbox with a pant*
okokokokokok ok
Sorry to bug ya again but Protective Casey vs Leo has been rotating in my head all day and I can’t stop giggling at it.
Hear me out:
So Red Eared Sliders will rapidly tap the face of another turtle that they’re A) Trying to Mate with or B) Trying to assert dominance against
And I can’t get the idea that the turtle part of Leo’s brain yelling at him to fight the smol child (Casey Jr.) who keeps challenging him for the affections of his mate (Ana)
Leo’s like “I’m not about to throw hands with a toddler, I am full grown adult that would never slink to such childish tactics”
And then one day Ana turns around and find Leo and Casey going at it like this
AnYhOo, feel free to tell me to scram but thought this was funny and wanted to share with the class!
I think it says a lot that I myself have been giggling the entire time while drawing this-
LOVE IT DFPISDOPFSDOPF[SDIF
Remember Mikey's touching speech in Samurai Tourist?
It's strikes me that it's not just Leo that does this - taking on a role in the family so the others are free to do their own things. I'd argue they all do it.
Donnie almost entirely shoulders the maintenance and security of their lair (though I like to headcanon that the others help out with chores. We see Leo doing some welding in Tale of Master Yoshi, for example). This frees up his brothers to enjoy their hobbies - Mikey to read his comic books and play video games, Raph to tinker with his bike and hang out with Casey, and Leo to read and meditate.
Raph strikes me as the Guard or Shield of the family. Especially on missions, he's the one that watches their backs and keeps them all safe. Which leaves Leo free to focus on the strategy and overall logistics, Don free to let his big brain tick over the science and Intel they need, and Mikey free to bring some levity to the situation so the stress doesn't get on top of them.
And Mikey? I'd argue that Mikey's intentionally the goofball of the family. He's far from oblivious, as the above quote shows. I think he deliberately adopted the persona of the 'clown', in order to make his family smile and relieve the tension that having 3 very intense brothers tends to foster. Mikey's busy being the 'funny one', so his brothers don't become snowed under with their own heavy thoughts and self reflections.
SOMEONE DID IT! I WAS THINKING ABOUT TRYING TO DO IT BUT THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I THOUGHT!!
Hey, how are you so amazing??????
Heh that's the last name don't wear it out 😉👉🏼👉🏼
Well according to Jim Rohn, “You are the average of the 5 people you spend the most time with.”
Soooo….who says that I'm not just trying to become amazing like you through simple osmosis?
I love hearing stories about people rediscovering and healing their inner child because I think it’s that element of wonder that truly makes us human.
I’m super impressed with how you used art to describe this journey Friendo! You did such a good job and I’m so proud of you!
(minor flash warning)
Ref:
End product:
I've recently begun to appreciate more music styles, and Bastille has made it for sure. The reference is from his orchestral "A Million Pieces" video.
From what I've read in the comments, it sounds like Bastille has been dealt a difficult hand, but seeing his confidence through his music videos is really inspiring, and this child-like wonder? I had to draw it, and instead of coloring the hard copy, I decided to do so digitally to play with the hues.
*deep inhale before belting out*
I have like…so many words about this storyline that cannot be contained in a mere tumblr post. Lucky for y’all, I’ve saved you the headache from having to read it and placed it as a comment on A03 instead.
THAT BEING SAID, I HAVE ART TO APPRECIATE AND APPRECIATE IT I SHALL
(I wanna add comments to every delightful picture, so please understand that for simplicity’s sake, I’ve numbered the pictures in the order they appear and said comments will correspond)
1: Classic April look. Live the glasses and how you captured the tenacity in her eyes. Such detail for such a simplenoutlins. I am in awe of your prowess with the pen 😤🤌🏼✨
2: Mikey WOULD be the pop in and our of frame individual #adhd go brrr. Also he is rocking the suspenders 🙌🏼 I am WEAK for Raph in a poncho, like he just St looks so delightfully huggable. Just wanna into his poncho to give him a big ole h u g. Also Leo is slaying it over there with the long trench coat. I appreciate the nod to the “Clothes Don’t Make The Turtles” and low-key wanna try coloring this because it's so clean. Donnie expressions will forever be the light of my life, and this one is no exception. 😙👌🏼🔥
3: I am just in love with the little details in this: the slow drop of the wheat stalk, the hat slipping back, Donnies surprised wide-eyes. Like he looks so absolutely flabbergasted and I love it. April as always is a vision in anything she wears and you certainly did her justice in this outfit, yesiree bob.
4: I legitimately giggled at this. Donnie is one big bad ninja for sure, but put him up to April no matter the AU and the poor pancake boy is nothing but a wet paper towel of a man and I am HERE FOR IT. Like his bum is in the air, he's completely folded over and again his expriession is just *chef kiss* Also how on earth did you get this reference for this pose because it is so positively delightful.
5: *shakes head with a low whistle: Im surprised Donnie didn't combust into flames on the spot when she shot him this look because whew…she is H A W T. Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande can be heard playing
6: Again the tiny details are so delightful: Donnies soft life ok, Aprils carefree laughter, the slight cradle of the small of her back and the gentle but firm lead of her hand. Dance is just poetry in motion and I think you captured this beautifullly 🧡🥰
7: As silly as it sounds, my favorite part of this was how clean the poses and lines of action in the background. It was just clean and expressive and I really appreciate that.
8: Did I mention Donnie is a wet paper towel of a man? Please see exhibit B here. Also we live a woman who makes the first move. Go April, ya queen 🙌🏼👏🏼
9: HIS LITTLE HAT PULL-DOWN MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME INCLUDING THE TEENY HINT OF BLUSH LIKE…AWWW BABY BOY.
Seriously tho, I was incredibly impressed by the simple detail, the vibrancy of the expressions and the fluidity of movement of your pieces here. Really helped capture the vibe and moved the story along quite beautifully I may add.
Thank you for blessing my eyes with these fine pieces of literature, and may you continue to bless the lives of others as y'all continue to create. ✨🧡
All the art I made for a collab between @hersheyotaku and I for an Apritello server event! We made a western AU! Fic can be found here on ao3~ (Please give Hershey some kudos for her *fantastic* writing.) And if you'd like a special flip book version, you can find that here!
My reaction to this comic. I literally waited ALL day to come home from work to take this picture because this was just too real and raw for me not to be real myself to show how much it shook me
so face reveal sorta?
I can’t tell you how much closure I’ve received watching this 😪🙏🏼🫶🏼🧡
✨Note to self: Isolation is not the answer✨
This ended up way longer than I originally anticipated but I have no regrets, I also got carried away in one too many shots and regret none of it
Enjoy!
part1 | part2 | part3 | part 4 context: 1 / 2/ 3 / 4
After calming down the two of them just sit down and talk about it, Oneion explains everything more calmly, all the messures his brothers have taken to prevent him going into Survival Mode along with the ways they've find out to snap him out or fully stop him
(From then on Sprout has a high voltage taser intalled on his prostethic, just in case)
This is pretty much it on my part for the whole OneOne-Toast fight aftermath situation! Ell did a thing with One and Poptart too!
I also have some more Sprout and Oneion doodles, they are not connected to this event but I might post them over the weekend
I can not tell you the noise of absolute glee that escaped me at this response. Like truly. Twas, “out of this world” 😏😉👉🏼👉🏼
Black holes are actually what got me into astronomy and as such they are very near and dear to my heart. My new current affinity is the different type of nebulae. They are so pretty and I love how they’re called planetary nurseries. If you ever want to chat about all the cool Astronomy stuff let me know 🤙🏼 Till then I’m going to go work on introducing Vincent to Crit as my poor boy is a bit shy. He’s going to need some practice before he actually tries to talk to him 😅
...I was asked concerning Crit's colors, SO--
“If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy, we seek after these things."Doing my best to make this blog a safe place for every kind of folks. Y'all are more than welcome here!🧡P.S. The only thing minor about meis my minor inferiority complex. But HAY, life like me, is growth in progress🤙🏼🌱
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