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A good reminder anyday 🧡🙏🏼✨

I’m not usually on the Apriltello bandwagon but this was just too precious not to reblog

Married GtAD (G/t Apritello) comics :) The second one was based off of some media I saw of I think a frog sitting at a tiny kissing booth (it's been a while so I can't remember the context exactly).

My reactions after reading this

Makes me think of a poem from a friend actually🤔

Vent piece, AU, Rise Leo, Angst

It’s cold in here. Even in pants, sneakers, and a hoodie, the chill of the planetarium still eats at him a little. He’s okay with it, though. It’s not quite enough for brumation, which is the important part. He doesn’t need to completely lose track of everything. He just needs… peace.

And, as he lies across the floor while staring up at the star-covered ceiling, he’s sure he’s found it. He’s certain that, if only for a moment or two, he is finally allowed to rest. Finally able to think of something else than his work, his constant running around, his never-ending parade of personas. Hell, he can almost feel himself drift into nothingness as the light music he hears cradles him to near sleep.

It's always nice, always comfortable, always –

He blinks as he hears rustling. Someone sits in a chair in front of where he’s lying on the floor. And while he wants to call it an accident, his nostrils tell him it's not.

The scent of subtle soap and warm skin. The rustle of pants as legs are crossed and brought apart again. The chair squeaks at the attempt to settle in it, but nervousness is keeping its current occupant from getting comfortable.

He wishes he could say the same. Unfortunately, the cold has a good grip on him and while he’s not brumating, he definitely feels sluggish.

Not that you’ll attack him. You have no way to defend yourself save for a can of pepper spray — the thing smells absolutely vile — and from the presentations he’s seen you give, you don’t have a mean bone in your body, which just… helps.

“Want to stay for the video?”

The thing that impresses him is the way you’ve just… made this look as casual as possible while letting him know several things.

One, you know he’s there. How you caught him when he always takes for the grates the second you have a new group is a mystery — there’s hours, a schedule, and he’s got it all down — but you did. Second, you’ve known for a while. The lack of inflection in your tone indicates experience and redefines your nervousness as one of casual approach. Three, … he just wants to turn his brain off. He wishes he couldn’t understand or care about how an employee knows about his presence and hasn’t called the authorities yet. He knows he could deal with them, certainly if he were a little warmer, but this? This goddamn circus? He’s here to get off work, not…

He sighs. Shuffles. He owes you an answer. He just…

“Knock on the back of my seat for a yes.”

He looks up, away from the stars to you. Your back is facing him, then again he’s in a weird position that puts his head near the seat. He could say nothing, not even knock and watch you squirm. He could crack a joke, say something that might make you laugh or groan as he attempts socializing.

But right now… he just can’t be assed.

He reaches up and knocks against the plastic. You just say thank you and stay there for a bit longer before you get up to rummage for something near the projector. There’s shuffling in the chair you were just seated in before he hears you take off for the doors.

Time for the next group. He wonders if he should stay. If he should do what he usually does and skedaddle before anyone notices there’s a bum on the floor. But when everyone steers clear of the seat, therefore him, he has to wonder what’s going on. What you did to manage it so that, when the lights fade out and he hears rustling, he knows it’s you.

You don’t speak. The video is a speaking one after all. It does make him wonder, though. Even long after the video’s done and he’s left to stare at the stars again, he wonders what just happened and if he should care. He’s not complaining, though, not after getting to finally see the visuals, albeit from an interesting angle.

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It doesn’t stop him from returning, either.

It’s been a week. He’s debated whether or not it’s worth risking his neck, his family’s neck over someone knowing he’s using the planetarium as his way to relax. He’s wondered if he shouldn’t tell the fam, or at least his little brother, to make sure it’s safe.

But that would mean letting everyone know. That would mean having to deal with that mess and he honestly… doesn’t want to.

He's tired. He’s done. His brothers, even his dad, have completely drained him dry of anything he could remotely care about. So he goes without hesitating.

He navigates lunch hour and watches the shift change. He flinches as your loud coworker laughs and jokes, reminding him of himself in the most obnoxious way. So much so that he half-wants to punch them for being so annoying. He waits on the floor instead, though, and is grateful when you join him the second they leave, leaving him to knock on your chair.

This behavior is more befitting his twin. He doesn’t care.

“Sorry for that. For what it's worth, the next group should all be teenagers, so no crying children.”

He knows. Presentation hours are for classes. Field trips. And while you don’t necessarily struggle during them, depending on the class, it can get disgustingly loud. Even when teenagers are involved.

He knocks on the chair again. You laugh a little before sighing, “I’m sorry I have to ask you to go. I am getting a break later on, though. If you want to stick around until then, I’ll be happy to show you some interesting features.”

And the tridactyl hand he’s been using to knock on your seat grips his hoodie as he thinks, debates.

He shouldn’t. It’s dangerous. No matter how innocent you are, the mere knowledge of who he is could ruin your existence and his. He’s not here to make friends.

… But the company is nice.

His hand hesitates for a second longer before he knocks. You then hush him away and he goes to the vent where he watches you work and barely get to breathe when you get two classes back to back. And he quietly lets himself in after all the hubbub, laying on the floor as you sit with a breath into the chair he knocks on.

The fact that it gets him a chuckle almost makes him smile. The fact that hears you tap the seat next to you worries him.

“Come on. Best seat in the house,” you tell him, though, and while it doesn’t convince him, it does make him move, make him join you even as the seat creaks under his weight. It has him making sure that you can’t see his face or his hands as he sits next to you. Not that you seem to care, though, as your eyes are fixed on the ceiling and your hands fiddle with a small contraption you immediately bring forward and click on once he’s there.

The lights turn off. The domed ceiling goes from evening to night, showing the stars. And, with another click, lines start drawing themselves across the artificial sky, connecting the stars into groups and images slowly appear, making him blink.

Constellations. He’s heard you talking about those. But thanks to the light pollution, the most he’s been able to spot are the brightest stars and, if he’s lucky, the Summer Triangle. Now, he’s finally able to see them.

He almost gets up. He doesn’t. The moment feels too sacred to break. You seem to notice the shift, though, as he can hear you smile when you speak.

“This is the Greek one, which was eventually taken over by the Romans. There are more, though. The Babylonians had an incredible star chart they left behind, explaining what they saw and why it was important to them. The Mayans had one also, and it's been suggested that other Central American cultures might have either used the same map or had their own variations to it. The most interesting one, though, is the Asian one. Western influence was scarce, so their system works very differently even today."

… Ah. He gets it, now. It's almost funny, too, and enough to make him smile. Make almost reach out in the hopes that you understand that you either don't need to share or that he's grateful. He can't do either, though. No matter how much the world wants to think that there's space for everyone, the fact that he's underground, that the Hidden City exists tells him otherwise. He can't let himself do anything but speak, and breaking the silence feels like blasphemy.

"… Thank you."

He still does it, though. Not for his sake but yours. You need to know he appreciates it, even if some of it is going completely over his head.

"No problem."

Because it's worth the softness that invades your tone. Even if it requires more effort than he has energy for, the payoff gives him just a little more than he thought he'd be given. And he likes that. God, does he.

"Anything you want to see?"

"The star map without the images?"

Because if this is all it takes to get this to work as you click and the images disappear, then he's more than willing to try.

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Unfortunately, winter does not seem to agree.

Brumation becomes a problem. His hoodie is no longer enough, but wearing anything else might hinder his movements in the vents. He can't afford to lose the agility, but he knows that, if he's not careful, he might knock out.

Something you seem to notice as well.

Within a month of winter starting, he finds a blanket waiting outside the vent. His careful thanks only get him even more wrapped inside the surprisingly thin yet cozy fleece blanket as you fuss over him while never once looking up as he's asked you to. It doesn't help that every time, you simply smile after he tells you that he's comfortable, tapping a hand against his plastron.

"Good. Wouldn't want you to pass out."

Which only reminds him of what he's doing and how… he's treating this entire relationship.

No doubt you're getting bored. Annoyed, even. Not that you've told him as such and he doubts he'd ever hear you complain, but he doesn't think he's being fair in any way, certainly considering that he's been keeping this up for weeks.

He doesn't hate you. He hopes you know that. It's just… he comes here when everything is just too much. And you pampering him… is just part of it, now.

"Hold?"

"Yeah."

You joining him on the floor between presentations as he buries his face into your side. Him whimpering, trying not to chirp or do anything that would sound remotely strange as he lets you talk about whatever planet has caught your attention or whatever paper you're working on this week. And you chuckling, even laughing sometimes as he does or tries to either give you advice or ignore you. It's all part of the thing that makes him feel a little better, a little stronger by the time he leaves. It's all part of something that makes him feel safe even if he barely says anything.

Because by the time he gets to you, there's nothing left for him to give.

The silence as his eyes burn almost deafens him. He feels you move and almost refuses to let you get away only to realize he's too weak, too slow thanks to the cold to hold onto anything. The cold, the sluggishness he'd fought so hard to find becomes his enemy as you disappear and reappear to help him up and out the doors, your blanket covering him up like a cloak to cover his face. And it's not any better when he steps outside and winter stakes its claim on him and the only thing he can concentrate on is your voice.

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The amount of research you have to ingest in the following hours is insane. You figured something of the sort was going to happen, certainly with how closed off he was being, but you'd hoped to avoid any catastrophe involving your new friend.

Alas, from the way he behaves, you should have called this. From his self-destructive behavior, you should have known that he would drive himself to hypothermia, leaving you to figure out how to sort this mess. And that unfortunately means no more secrets.

… You think it's hypothermia. When you see the green skin and the three-fingered hands, you're no longer sure. Certainly when he's not shivering and the only thing that helps are the red crescents near his eyes and under his blue mask.

Blue mask… Where the hell is he from? And does it matter when this is probably going to ruin your relationship? He thrives on secrets and you… Well, you just ruined a whole lot of that trying to save his life after he broke, didn't you?

Either way, he's safe. He'll be alright in a few hours. He just needs to get to a decent body temperature, which he is safely getting to while bundled up in your bed. He seems to have an internal body temperature, after all, just… one lower than yours.

Part of you worries as you try not to hover. The other knows better and simply keeps you busy with making dinner, and you can't be happier with the meal you chose as you let the pea soup simmer. You work on making something warm to drink along with it, too, hoping that he'll be okay with some Chai.

Then again, after an hour, you wonder if he'll be alright in general as you dare enter the room with the food and drink on a tray.

You can hear him breathing. That's much, much better than earlier. The fact that he doesn't really acknowledge you doesn't surprise you, either. If anything, the fact that he's looking at you as you set the tray down is the biggest anomaly. He doesn't follow you. He has too little energy to even begin caring, which you can't blame him for. So this — this is new. And concerning when he doesn't sit up upon seeing the food.

Guilt? A need to hide? The mask and the fact that you've never seen anything of him until now tell you it's the latter. He might not have had any energy, but he did keep you from something, likely only draining him further. It's why you hadn't fought him when he'd asked for your presence on the floor. He needs it, craves a presence he doesn't have to explain everything to. And you have been for the past three months. Something you find absolutely heartbreaking.

"I made some soup and chai. Hope you like it."

And more heartbreaking still is the way he grabs your wrist as you attempt to leave.

You turn to him. Let him pull at your wrist and have you sit on the edge of the bed. He does not let go, though, instead nearing you and settling against your back, curling up there with his shell to the door.

Even if he didn't refuse your offer of getting on your lap before you sit on your bed so that he can, you know it's for protection. It's not the first time he does it, either, even if it's completely unconscious. He cares. More than he lets you or anyone else know. And you're almost willing to bet that's what's breaking him.

He loves. He's just… so tied up in whatever else he has to do that it's not showing properly.

You carefully, sweetly touch his head, something he welcomes with a stretch of the neck and a quiet whimper. You smile as he relaxes, using your lap as a resting spot, and tears no longer in his eyes. He doesn't sleep, not quite, but he chirps, trills, and nudges your hand if you so much as stop petting him. Like a cat, he refuses to let you go until he's had his fill and you're honestly very much fine with it, certainly when, after enough coaxing, you manage to get him to sit and eat.

In fact, the only thing that bothers you is his phone the second it starts ringing, prompting you to fiddle with his hoodie and collect the phone to see who it is.

Another turtle. This one red and massive. Raph is the name on screen. Doesn't stop you from wanting to throw the phone across the room or shutting it down before you resume feeding and petting the one you know to be a slider.

They're supposed to be tolerant to cold. Resistant to brumation. You wonder how badly he's been worn down for this to happen. You also hate the fact that it's making you feel almost violently protective to the point where you want to lash out at the other turtle for treating your friend like this.

… Maybe you should have taken that call. Just to know his name. Then again, you don't want to ruin the trust between the both of you, no matter how little there is. He is at his weakest and he doesn't need to be tested further.

"You think you're up for a warm bath now that you've eaten?"

Besides, from the nod you feel against your shoulder, you have other ways to communicate with him.

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He doesn’t fight you. He doesn’t do much of anything, actually, as you scrub him clean. He only blinks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time once you’re done. He only lets you help him out of the bath and halfway back to your room when his hand lets go of yours and he — he looks away as if caught doing something, being somewhere he shouldn’t be.

“Where — where’s my stuff?”

And you realize why very quickly.

“Your clothes are in the bathroom and your phone is in my bedroom.”

“… Did I… get a call?”

“You did. From someone called Raph. I didn’t pick up.”

He’s awake. He’s coherent. His brain has finally caught up.

“… I have to go.”

And his thoughts and words hurt more than you’re comfortable with.

“Go get your clothes, then. I’ll go grab your phone.”

He looks at you with doubt, but turns around and heads back. You enter your bedroom and collect the blue jacketed phone before walking back to the bathroom where the slider is slipping on his hoodie, having already worked through his pants. You set said phone on the sink where he can see it as he works on his shoes next, unsurprised to hear him soon babbling to someone about trackers and getting someone off his ass for something. What surprises you is the tone. It’s animated, filled with a dramatic drawl and flair you had yet to hear from the slider. It’s nothing like you’ve heard, and it makes you realize just why he’s so drained, certainly when you hear “big bro” from his lips.

You cover your mouth. Your eyes burn. He ends the call and leaves your bathroom before anything else can happen, though and, just from the smile that meets you, you know you can’t cry.

“I’m afraid I gotta go. Someone’s breathing down my neck and might break the building if I don’t get going.”

There’s no point in it, after all.

“I’m… sorry I kept you.”

“You’re fine, sweetheart. Things just happen you know?”

“I guess. Do you –?”

“I know my way out. No worries.”

You’ve already lost him.

He gets to your living room where he takes to your window instead of your door. You feel your face hurt as you watch him expertly jump onto the sill.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Will I see you again?”

And it near contorts in pain as you watch his face, his persona break for a second, an instant in which you get your answer.

No. You won’t. You will never ever see the slider again. He’s no longer safe with you, and it has nothing to do with you.

“We’ll see.”

You watch him jump away. You feel your heart break. And you wonder if you could have done anything differently… while knowing there was never another option.

*pants as I rapidly hit the boop button*

Ma’am, Ma’am slow down SlOw DoWn

I can’t keep up! (Thanks for being one of the reasons I smiled today 😆🧡🫡)

NEVA!

(Seriously, though, let me know if you want me to stop. 💚 I will.)

Sick

Favorite line of today:

Me: Be honest. How bad are my eye bags

Roommate: 😦☝🏼😐✊🏼😬😅

Me: *blinks and walks into bathroom to see my reflection before hooting* DANG! My eye bags are so heavy they look like they’re carrying last generations trauma!

calling out the bestie @anobodyinabog

JFHEISBDIENWIFOOGJEJWJDHSKAKKDJD

THATS MY SON! THATS MY BOY!

Sweet Merciful heavens he is GORGEOUS in your style like DANG. He looks good 😦😦😦

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I can’t tell you how I genuinely shrieked with joy when I saw this. Like…I’m going to stare at this and try to absorb the skill through osmosis or something. ITS GOING IN THE REFERENCE PAGE

BLESS YOU BOOTIFUL HOOMAN FOR MAKING MY DAY!

*inhales sharply and comes skidding into your inbox with a pant*

OMIGOODNESS HELLO MR. SPIDER HI!

It’s so so so good to see you again! I hope everything is just absolutely splendiferous in your corner of the world tonight! I heard from a common little fox friend of ours that you were taking 2017 TMNT x OC requests? Might a make an offer to help in your quest to conquer boredom *excitedly hands you my baby boy*

This is my son Vincent

(he’s still a work in progress that I love very very much)

He’s Morrocoy Yellow Footed Tortoise. A gentle heart blacksmith with a passion for all kinds of weaponry and anything having to do with space. The strong silent type of you will. Literally. Man is mute, but speaks fluent turtle and sign language.

I usually as him being buddies with Mikey/ Donnie because they are usually more than happy to fill his silence with their excitement of their interest atm.

BUUUUUUUT if you wanna challenge, you are more than welcome to draw Vincent with whatever turtle you feel would fit best! As Vincent is terribly socially awkward (poor baby I say like he isn’t 26 😆) he definitely needs some friends! Anyhoo, just a simple request if you have the energy or time. If not, then no worries! Just keep on keeping on and know that you are loved and appreciated! 🧡

Ngl I saw his ref before the text and immediately knew Mikey would be perfect for him. What a cute big guy! He'll be taken care of :]

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The Many Faces of the Face Man Part 2

Ooooooh, @marchaprilmayhem, you have no idea what you've just hit upon. You have no idea what can of worms you've just opened.

Before addressing any of this, I would like to say that Donnie, Mikey, and Raph have their own things. They all have their own specialty, a way to provide that is uniquely theirs.

Donnie is the genius. The utilitarian. The biggest provider to the point that if you take him out, they don't have a home. As stated here, Donatello was working at a very, very young age, to the point that it's how he defines himself. Hell, the fact that he feels comfortable to do this:

Says a lot about his character and the relationship they have with their dad.

Raph is the leader in this iteration along with the muscle. He's the defender, the protector, the older brother. He's the actual father and he's trying his best.

Mikey, on the other hand, is the artist, the cook. He's the one who feeds them all. You can't tell me that this isn't an indication of what Mikey does all while being silly.

My point? They're all useful. Specialized. No matter how little they think of themselves (especially Donnie with the fact that he might render himself obsolete with his machinery or that mystic powers might make his tech, therefore him useless, but that'll be a talk for another time.)

So where does that put Leo? Leo who is not a specialist, but a jack of all trades that can never outshine his brothers in any of their specialties?

NOWHERE.

Look at the Rise series again and ask yourself this question. When does Leo ever have anything for himself? When does the boy in blue ever have anything going for him? Lou Jitsu? That's a family thing, his dad's thing that he wants so badly to emulate because he wants to belong. Jupiter Jim? Not even. He might be the biggest fan in his family, but it's still something he shares. The only thing that's all his is magic and illusion and his family, Raph specifically, ridicules him twice in the same episode.

RAPH: *Takes ticket from Leo's hand* "I never seen Leo this excited for a book so it must be something, or it would be stupid so we can make fun of him. Either way, Win-Win! Let's get ready."

-xxx-

RAPH: "Alright, let's return those journals. You got 'em, right Leo?"

LEO: "Yes, right already returned them safe and sound in the vault, let's go home."

RAPH: "Leo...what are you doing?"

LEO: "I wasn't gonna read them, I just wanna keep’ em, and maybe snuggle them a little bit."

-xxx-

Leo has nothing going for him. He is useless. His specialty in strategizing? It provides nothing. No matter how much time he passes honing it, it's not directly useful, so he can't do anything. (I am not counting the fact that so many people, including myself, view Leo as the medic of the team.) So what does he do? He keeps quiet. He sometimes interjects with responsible thoughts (The blinds line coming from Leo of all people has significance, not to mention this:

LEO: "Any votes for staying home during the anti-mutant Panic? No? Okay, let's go!"

So, what's left? The cocky mess we see and something that I think gets forgotten all too easily.

Leo doesn't just hype his brothers up. He knows them. Inside and, if you want to take the medic approach, out. He is the best in position to take the lead and make sure his family always gets home safe.

But he is so undervalued, so underplayed that when he is finally given that ounce of recognition...

He panics.

Splinter recognizes Leo's potential? Yes. But, at this point, Leo has long accepted he isn't worth anything. The recognition comes far too late and Leo doesn't want the responsibility without realizing that he already has partially shouldered it through years of learning how to read his brothers and knowing how they behave to best hype them up. I would even dare to say that Leo is the one who values his family the most, if only because he knows what being undervalued feels like.

In short? Yes, Leo has learned to make his mind work that fast. He had to. Else he would have left a long, long time ago.

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Me looking at the 300+ of y’all who have seen this

where the flip did y’all come from?

“WELL WHO CARES?! These are mah people!”

But seriously y’all, part 2

I love this movie so much that I kidnapped my parents (both of which regularly make fun of and are often dissatisfied with my choices of animated media) and sat their little butts down and forced them to watched it.

I’m happy to report that my mom cried and my dad said it was cute.

If you needed another sign to watch this movie

🛑⚠️👉🏼 THIS IS IT👈🏼⚠️🛑

Please take this humble homemade meme of my nephew representing my love for this movie

The Wild Robot

My Response After Watching it

Y’all. I believe in humanity again if THAT is what people can create. What a story. WHAT. A. Story.

Please. Please. PLEASE. Take the time to watch it. It is BEYOND worth it.

Holds this so very very gently.

I-I…don’t really have words…but…

Sweet Mercy this struck me, especially the lyrics of the second song. If anybody knows what it’s called I’d be forever grateful

https://youtu.be/WrsOnEEKINE?si=nMFqTOFrkpt3Ccwn

Ok so I don’t normally do this but I just found the coolest YouTube channel with stunning art and animatics for rottmnt, I cannot recommend watching them enough they are so cool!!! And super underrated!!! At the time of writing this some of their videos have as little as 80 likes and 3 comments, please go show them some love if you can!!

Bad Boys

Yeah, I like bad boys.

Bad Boys like Anakin Skywalker who rebelled against the “Non Committal Attachment Styles” of his day was defiant by getting married and having a family. Yeah, that kind of bad boys.

✨IMMEDIATE REBLOG✨

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

The Wild Robot

My Response After Watching it

Y’all. I believe in humanity again if THAT is what people can create. What a story. WHAT. A. Story.

Please. Please. PLEASE. Take the time to watch it. It is BEYOND worth it.

This man looks strong enough to hug my depression away like SIR

Future Raph with a massive Warhammer because as much as I love the sais, the idea of him destroying enemies with a weapon as large as he is would be SO awesome

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--

HoLy FliPpEn ChIcKeN iS tHaT sUpPoSeD tO bE a BlAcK hOlE oN cRiTs JaCkEt sLeEvE?! (Impeccable design may I just say like chef kiss) *excited astronomic nerd noises activate*

AND YOU SAID HE HAS A PASSION FOR ASTRONOMY!?! Holy cheese and crackers ! I need him to meet my OC Vincent so they can be star buddies and explore the wonders of the galaxy together! (If you can’t tell I don’t have many astronomical friends, so I am ESTATIC that somebody else has a passion for it! 😁🙌🏼✨🧡)

...I was asked concerning Crit's colors, SO--

Reasons to Stay

The demons were getting pretty dark yesterday.

My head wasn’t really a safe place.

I think heaven knew I needed some help because outta nowhere I remembered that I had a voucher for one free meal at a food truck nearby.

Found the place and stood in line behind a French lady, while we watched a Venezuelan Woman struggle to make her order in English to a college kid running the fan. It was wholesome to watch that despite the language barrier and the somewhat confusing hand gestures as they tried to communicate, the young man was still able to help the lady get her order, and she walked away with a big smile because she got some yummy food. I then watched a gentleman who was running the wood cooked pizza truck talking with the family running the Thai And Boba truck and talking about swapping leftovers once everybody left. I thought it was sweet that despite the differences there at the food trucks, no matter our cultures, languages, or background, none of these things prevented a small group of people to come together because of the enjoyment of food. I got to eat fresh sushi, sit in the cool grass, with a perfect blue sky as my view.

The new Transformers movie is coming out in a couple weeks. Wild Robot too. Those look interesting.

My roommate knew me well enough to give me a hug cuz she knew I was having it rough.

So yeah, it was a good day.

I think I’ll stick around for just a little longer. 🌱🧡

Today on is my brain finally going to let me write, we have scent headcanons. I just got tagged by @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos on a post that I honestly mostly agree with save for one thing.

Donnie would probably create some colognes and perfumes for Genius Built Apparel, but he would not be the maker of them. Who would? Leo. Why?

This.

Praise to StarKiss for seeing and catching this, because this made it incredibly interesting in finding something that would agree with little boy blue's sensitivities, especially when it comes to soap because you better believe Leonardo Hamato would want to smell like something after a shower.

Because what is Leo without his eccentricities?

So, either Leo starts looking for some brands outside of the usual range or he makes his own which I don't think he'd go with, not immediately, at least.

However, knowing Donnie and his desire to get a proper fashion label going, he would struggle in making some nice colognes and perfumes. Struggle, that is, until the day Leo walks in on Donnie working on one and starts critiquing the smell. And while I fully expect Donnie to get upset, he would have to concede after he fixes the formula and it works.

From there, pretty sure Leo helps his twin every time he makes colognes or perfumes. Probably even wears the ones he particularly likes himself. So Leo's scent profile would change pretty regularly, although I'm sure it would keep the same woodsy base.

Me reading this like

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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@luckycharms1701 @yorshie @justalotoffanfiction @celticvix @writinandcrying @donniesgirlie @gornackeaterofworlds @thelaundrybitch @tmnt-tychou

Me and @anobodyinabog watching Disney’s Gargoyles like

I was NOT expecting to have Shakespearean politics within my 1990s Disney cartoon show…

Optimus's TFP design from Transformers, The Art of Prime by Jim Sorenson.

Differences between a semi's day cab and sleeper cab.

Me, realising they designed Optimus with a sleeper cab: His frensd can go there!

Philia

Love isn’t always some big grandiose moment or occasion

Sometimes…

Sometimes love is just your best friend buying you cake with whip cream because she knows you don’t care for frosting and then “sneaking” the package into your room because she’s a devious little gremlin like that.

Sometimes love is the feeling of cake tasting sweeter because it was given by someone who cares 🧡🍰

I see you, you little buttnugget @anobodyinabog

I can’t tell you the genuine squeak of pure glee that came out of me as I watched this because they WOULD and I am HERE FOR IT. 🙌🏼🤌🏼✨🧡

Like this was really well done, super impressed OP

I’ll say right away that I’m not an animator, so I don’t really know how to make storyboards yet

BUT I REALLY WANTED TO DO THIS.

Random Turtle Thunks: Incorrect Quotes

Figured it was high time to introduce myself and thought it would be funny to do so by associating things I’ve actually said to the ROTTMNT boys.

Raph🧸❤️: *grabbing you by the shoulders and looking you dead in the eye* I’ve got a big heart ok? That means there’s a LOT of love in it, so you are going to flippin let me love you, IN THE WAY I FEEL YOU DESERVE, or else I’ma start throwing things. Something like a chair…or compliments… I don’t know, haven’t decided yet.

Donnie🤔🟪: *not able to socialize and compliment like a normal person* You have the aUdAcItY to actually be a decent human individual, work hard AND do your job?!

Leo✨💠: *wincing with crooked smile* Oof. I think I pulled a muscle power posing too hard. 

Mikey🎨🧡: *grinning at you with an unsettling gleam in his eye* Yep! We’re friends now. You should have ran when you had the choice. Now you’re just going to have to deal with been appreciated and loved for the rest of your life sucka. Tis both my threat and promise.

*looks at piles of rough drafts with a thoughtful hum*

I…may have something for this actually…gimme a sec to clean it up…hold that thought

*falls from roof and lands gracefully- not.*

I HAVE AN IMPORTANT QUESTION hehe

Ahem

Do you ever think.. F!Leo and Y/N would get married. And if so.. do you think F!Leo would cry??

Keep up the amazing work you are very inspiring 💕💕

*Puts a pillow for you to land on*

OH UH HMMM...

I'm not sure if you meant my au or overall, so I'm going to stick with the second xd

I think, if we stick more to the canon, he would be like: "Marriage...? Why...? We're in the middle of the apocalypse, what are you talking about..." BUT, but, if Y/N is stubborn enough, Leo eventually gives up. "Yeah, ok, ok! You won! We'll arrange something..."

I can totally imagine him cry a bit (or not a bit...), but maybe after the whole ceremony? I imagine him keeping his cheerful, "classic Leo" facade the entire process, but after this all is over and him and Y/N is left alone, his mask cracks and emotions flow out. But, like, those are tears of happiness, also a bit of disbelief. I imagine him sitting down on the bed, hand on his face as tears begin to flow down his cheeks. He chuckles with a soft smile, processing the fact that this is something that actually happened, in this whole chaos when the world is crumbling down, and he just got this moment of happiness.

"Wow... I'm married..."

And I imagine him refusing marriage at first not only because of the circumstances they were in, but also because he didn't believe he deserved something like this.

Yeah I made a little sketch because the image of this moment scratched my brain...

Also, thank you~

My Response to @smoothturtle0 Leo:

I honestly had so much fun drawing this, but anybody who knows me knows that this is exactly how I enter every friendship AKA you WILL be loved. This is both a threat and a promise 😈🧡👊🏼

It's just nonviable for them... hopeless love

Why revenge my dear, Chessman. Why else? You make us suffer so fabulously with your incredible skills and intriguing personality. You’re practically impenetrable due to your mystery. Seems only fair to return the favor. Within small doses of course.

*chants softly before getting progressively louder* one of us OnE oF Us ONE OF US ONE OF US

Apologies everyone... I fear I have accidentally killed him. Who knew a cryptid could be so powerful...

YOU ARE NOT SORRY IN THE SLIGHTEST--

DON'T EVEN--

@fishsticksloser Ah creating mischief through writing snippets for your friends, I see. A worthy engagement indeed, for tis an endeavor I participate inquire frequently. May all the inspiration be upon ye, and your fingers fly swiftly in your story.Show no mercy, my friend. Make him suffer 😈🫡🧡🙌🏼

and if I may be as bold, may I see the destruction afterwards? I do so enjoy a good creative volley

Apologies everyone... I fear I have accidentally killed him. Who knew a cryptid could be so powerful...

YOU ARE NOT SORRY IN THE SLIGHTEST--

DON'T EVEN--

a HA! THE REAL REASON CHESS TELLS US TO STAY AWAY FROM COVERT LEON IS REVEALED

Man’ s a simp! We have two sources now to back it up! Chessman just wants Leo aaaaalllllll for himself, dontcha buddy?! (for legal purposes this is an affectionate joke, please don't hurt me) It was reverse psychology all along! I knew it!

Apologies everyone... I fear I have accidentally killed him. Who knew a cryptid could be so powerful...

YOU ARE NOT SORRY IN THE SLIGHTEST--

DON'T EVEN--

*vibrates at the speed that could shatter glass*

ThIs Is GiViNg IdEaS

@smoothturtle0 mAy I hAvE pErMiSsIoN tO drAw a ReSpOnSe PoR fAvOr?!

(sorry for the weird texting but like I saw this at work and got hit with not only the feels but the BIGGEST wave of creative inspiration like in months. Don't wanna do anything without your expressed permission tho ofc. You're fabulous hon btw ✨🤌🏼🧡)

It's just nonviable for them... hopeless love