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[sunsetsandsunshine]

Hey!! For your next fic could you do Leo and Mikey angst

It came be 2012, MM or rise

~ 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ~

💙🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @tmntalways 💙🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚒, 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!!! 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘 ☹️💔…𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 💖💕💘💞🩷!!! 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 😅👍🏾! 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊���𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎��— 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 🫠…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟸𝟾𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍…𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚞𝚗'. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕? 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢…

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @saturnzskyzz

@savemeafruitjuice @rice-cake-teen10 @mistyandsnow

@skyloladoodles @itzsana-kiddingmenow @titters-and-tingles

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝…𝚋𝚞𝚝 *𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙼* 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!!

𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝙳𝙷𝙳 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌!!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ☺️💞💗💓💕

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Mikey couldn’t do anything right now. Like…anything.

Well…perhaps he was being a bit too dramatic. He was breathing. And he was fidgeting with his squishy cube. So saying he wasn’t doing 'anything' wasn’t entirely true.

Right now he just…couldn’t do anything…productive. 

For example, the box turtle tried making his favorite dishes and deserts! But that endeavor just ended up being a huge mess in the kitchen…and leaving the youngest turtle with a bunch of unappetizing food. 

Which he fed all to Raph by the way. 

Some would call that choice of action cruel but Mikey would just call it 'using his resources'. 

Besides, it’s not like the eldest minded at all. He said, and I quote: 'It has a nice…crunchy feeling to it. Did you put some of Don’s inventions in this?'

Which honestly got a couple of chuckles out of the smallest turtle teen of the bunch.

Then, Mikey tried skateboarding! But for once in all his 14 years of living…it was just utterly boring. 

And after all of that nonsense, Mikey then finally tried reading a comic…but he was too unfocused to even get to the second page…

But what was really new? Mikey could never focus on jackshit even if said jackshit hit him right in the shell. 

His brothers and sister would always have to remind him to stay focused or 'not do this' or 'not do that'.

For example, a couple days ago Donnie had to kindly remind the box turtle (well…as kindly as Donnie could be anyway…) to brush his teeth.

To. Brush. His. Fucking. Teeth. 

And honestly? Having to be reminded to do that was really embarrassing. And the orange banded teen knew his brother didn’t mean to humiliate him internally…but…yeah.

And it’s not like the softshell was wrong either! The youngest turtle just couldn’t freaking accept that he himself couldn’t do such a simple task in the morning. 

But literally every task he completely fails to do is just utterly simple ones!

Like cleaning his room or not forgetting things or even keeping track of time! 

…And the sad part about all of it was Mikey just honestly could not understand how his family haven’t gotten sick of his annoying tendencies…

And let’s be for real here…that was basically all of his tendencies. 

The box turtle groaned loudly in his room, slamming his whole body on his bed as he screamed into his pillow. 

There had to be something he could do instead of just wallowing in his own self pity…

And one of those options could not consist of bothering his family with his random bad mood. They had to put up with him 24/7…the least he could do was give them some space.

The youngest then glanced at his drawing notebook hopefully…

…One little sketch of something random wouldn’t hurt, right?

The amber eyed teen reached for his notebook, grabbing a pen from his drawer as he started to sketch his desk because why the absolute fuck not? Based on the objects he’s drawn in the past…sketching a simple desk should and will be easy, right? Right. 

That was until the orange banded teen’s pencil tip broke. But it was fine! He could just re-sharpen it, right? Right.

That was until the youngest realized he had absolutely no clue where his sharpener was due to the fact his room looked like a pig stie. And there was no way he was looking for it in…that whole situation. 

…The situation he created in the first place. 

Michelangelo layed on his bed with his face staring at the ceiling in frustration, he ran his fingernails along his arms, not making really deep cuts with them but going deep enough for it to hurt a bit.

Like a reasonable turtle would, Mikey should probably get one of his stress toys…or better yet, another pencil!

But let’s be for real here…he’d most likely find a way to fuck that up too.

Suddenly, there was a small, quiet knock on Mikey’s door but…in all honesty? He just wanted to crawl into his shell and sob for the next hour and a half. Letting out a niiiiice and quick 'come in' would take way too much energy. 

The box turtle let out a soft grunt, letting whoever was on the other side know it was a-okay to come in.

Abruptly, Leo peeked in the room, a wide smile plastered on his face as he closed the door, “Damn, Mikester…it looks like every single natural disaster went through your room…”

“I’m cleaning it.” The youngest grumbled to his brother.

“Really? You sure about that, little bro? Because if my memory serves me correct (which it in-fact does), you said that last week. And the week before that…and the week before—“

“I SAID I’M FUCKING CLEANING IT!!!” The orange banded turtle snapped, sitting up on the bed to glare at his immediate older brother before slowly realizing what he just did. 

The youngest’s heart dropped as he looked away from his brother. The orange banded mutant’s eyed widened as silent and small tears ran down his face. He covered his mouth as his other hand turned to a fist, his nails unforgivingly digging into his palm.

“I-I’m sorry…I’m s-sorry…I-I’m so s-sorry…!” He started, rocking himself back and forth before stopping as he was met with a warm embrace. Leonardo hugged him gently but firmly, rubbing the other’s shell in a comforting hold. “Woah woah…! Bud, you have nothing to apologize for…” The slightly older teen said as he rested his chin on the top of his baby brother’s head.

“L-Like h-hell I don’t. I-I just screamed a-at y-you for no reason…” Michelangelo wobbly said. “You were just trying to lighten the mood but I just had to make everything harder like I-I always do…!” 

“Mikey—”

“I-I always do this. I-I’m so f-fucking s-sorry Leo…”

“Mikester…I-I appreciate the apology but it seriously isn’t necessary—”

“You’re probably so sick of me and so angry at me. I-I’m sorry I just—”

“Mikey!” Leo gently yelled to get the other’s attention, squeezing the smaller turtle’s hands as he stared straight at him with pleading eyes. “Do I look mad?”

“…N-No.”

“Do I sound mad?”

“…No.” 

The second youngest sadly smiled, “So what are you apologizing for, hm?”

“…I-I…dunno…I-I just…I just felt I needed to apologize…” The box turtle mumbled as he looked at his hands. The blue banded turtle sighed, slowly getting out of the hug so him and his little brother faced each other. The slider rubbed the other turtle’s palm with his thumb comfortingly, “…Do you wanna talk about it, baby bro?”

The leader in blue was just met with silence…which he could honestly work with.

“Angelo…you know you can tell me…anything, right? Like…anything. Although, it doesn’t have to be me you talk to about it. It could be Raph or Don or April or even Dad or Draxum! I just…don’t want you sitting here and bottling up the way you feel…” 

Silence. Leo continued.

“You’re always there when we need you, Angel. Whether it’s to vent or to just ramble about shit, you’re just…always there. We don’t tell you this enough but we appreciate you always being someone we can lean on…”

Silence. Leo continued.

“But…you do know you can lean on us too, right? Comfort goes both ways and I can see you’re hurting, buddy. So please…if you need to talk to me…I’m right here.”

Mikey sniffled, squeezing Leo’s hand, “I-I d-dunno. Today is just…weird. This whole week has just been…weird.” Leo nodded, giving his brother his full undivided attention, “How so?”

“I just…haven’t been able to do anything…” The smaller teen admitted.

“What do you mean?” The taller teen inquired. 

“I haven’t been able to do…anything. Like, I can’t draw, cook or even skateboard! Me!!! Not being able to skateboard— isn’t that crazy?!” The amber eyed turtle laughed bitterly.

“And it’s not like I can’t do it. I’m perfectly freaking capable of doing it in the right amount of time I want but my brain just. won’t. let. me!” 

“I keep procrastinating and not doing the stuff I want to do and I have no idea why! I’m tired of just putting things off and being this way! I want to do things without having to ask you guys for help or to remind me or to relate it with a hyperfixation that I have!” Mikey hiccuped, a new wave of tears rolling down his face as his hands shook. 

The amber eyed teen sniffled, refusing to look at his immediate older brother at all right now because…holy shit he just overshared a whole lot…

Like…a whoooooooooole freaking lot.

“…That sounds like you.” Leonardo shrugged. 

In a state of just shock and confusion, the box turtle pulled his hands away from his brother, looking up at him as lime green eyes met amber ones. “I…what…?” Michelangelo murmured.

“I said that sounds like you.” Leo said again casually as Mikey glared at him, “Yeah. I heard what you said but that isn’t helpful.”

“I’m just being honest with you, Mikester.” Leo said, “Just…let me explain, okay?”

“…You have five minutes before I kick you out of my room.” 

“Deal.” The lime green eyed mutant commented, “You can’t draw, cook or skateboard right now. You’re procrastinating and not doing the stuff you want to do in the time you planned…is that correct?” 

Michelangelo sent deathly daggers to his brother— which the other wasn’t phased by at all. This time was probably the best time to crawl in his own shell and just sob his eyes out because what kind of dumbass question was his dumbass brother asking him?!

“…Yes.” The orange banded teen mumbled. 

“And…why are those bad things?” 

“WHY?!” The box turtle huffed out a laugh of annoyance, “Pfft— you’re asking me why. Maybe it’s because it’s annoying?! Maybe because it’s frustrating to deal with and I don’t want to burden you guys with my problems?! Maybe because I don’t want to fucking feel or be this way?!” The youngest shouted, breathing heavily as he finished his rant. 

The box turtle looked away again, silently cursing at himself for getting annoyed so easily. “Mikey.” Leo started again, “Your being too hard on yourself, okay? No one is expecting you to be at your 100% all the time.” 

“What you just described to me; you being able to not focus or you getting bored easily or procrastinating with stuff is…literally you. You’re just being you.” The slider explained as he held his baby brother’s hand in his. “And I get it. It’s hard to deal with it sometimes and it’s going to be hella frustrating. Like…super borderline frustrating. But you can’t shun them away and just…try to ignore them, bubs…”

“Let’s take moi for example. I’m impulsive, I talk loud and lose things daily. Those three things don’t make up my whole personality but it would be super weird and off-putting if I just…didn’t do or have those three things, right?” 

The youngest giggled wetly, “Yeah…it would. A-And by the way, I’m still waiting for you to find that glittery pen kit I gave you…”

Leonardo groaned loudly and dramatically, causing the other teen to giggle louder, “I’m looking for it, okay?! It’s in my room…somewhere.” The taller mutant mused, “But anyways…back to you. You procrastinate, you relate things to your hyperfixations and you can’t do some of your favorite tasks from time to time…those are some traits that make up you, is it not?” 

Mikey sniffled, rolling his eyes playfully due to the fact he knew damn well where this was going, “Yeah…” 

Leo smiled softly, seeing his younger brother was starting to get his point, “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I know sometimes it’s hard to deal with the things you described but you have us for that.” He said as his smile turned to a grin. 

“You can come to me— to us— anytime. We love you for who you are…your flaws and all and we just…I-I need you to know that we love you so so much—!” The slider was cut off by a sudden abrupt embrace from the box turtle. The orange banded teen sobbed into the other’s shoulder, clutching the taller turtle like a lifeline. 

“T-Thank you…” The box turtle wobbly said through tears.  

“Of course, Angel.” Leo said as he hugged his baby brother back, “I love you.” He said as he kissed the other teen on the head.

“I-I l-love you too…”

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“Tell your thoughts to shut up.” Leo said as he lightly poked Mikey in the forehead numerous times. The two were sitting on the box turtle’s bed just simply…relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Michelangelo was sitting in between his older brother’s legs as he had his shell to his brother’s plastron.

Leonardo hugged his brother protectively, resting his chin on the top of the box turtle’s head. “What do you mean?” The youngest giggled out. “I can hear your thoughts, man. You’re not bothering me or disturbing me in any way, shape or form, alright…?” 

The amber eyed turtle nodded, squeezing Leo’s hand, “Y-Yeah…I know...” 

“I’m choosing to be here because I love you. I don’t feel obligated to be here, okay? You’re not annoying and you, neither your problems are a burden…okay?” The slider said reassuringly, “It’s okay to ask us for help…and we don’t mind reminding you to do things…okay?” 

“You’ve said ‘okay’ like, fifty times…”

“Mikey.” 

“Mhm…yeah yeah…I gotcha…”

The elder looked at his brother skeptically, resting his chin on his little brother’s shoulder so they made solid eye contact, “I want you to say it.” 

“…Say what exactly?”

“I want you to say that you are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” 

“You are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” Michelangelo grinned smugly. Leonardo glared at the youngest’s interpretation to his statement, “Mikey, you know exactly what I meant.” 

“I said what you wanted me to say…so…” The amber eyed teen trailed off.

“Michelangelo.” The slider said in a warning tone as he poked the other’s side. The box turtle squeaked at the unexpected touch, trying to stop his immediate older brother from doing it again but his brother had a strong but gentle grip on him…

Then the smallest turtle came to recognition that he was stuck in a potential tickle hug with no way out…

…How wonderful. 

“L-Leeheeo…doohoo nahat.” The orange banded mutant warned through his giggles, said warning not seeming too threatening due to the fact he was already laughing up a storm. The leader in blue raised a brow, poking the other’s side repeatedly, “I just want you to repeat what I said…in the first person.” The taller teen specified.

The smaller turtle squirmed in the hug, small frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth. This…really wasn’t how he was expecting his day to go. Just about an hour ago, he was wallowing in sadness about the stuff he hated about himself, to talking about it with his brother, to now getting tickled by his brother.

…So could he really complain about how things turned out?

…Yes. Yes, he absolutely could.  

“Leeheeon! Plehease dohon’t!” The youngest squealed as one of his brother’s hands hovered over his stomach. Mikey held onto the other’s wrists, trying to stop his elder brother from tickling him but his small attempts ending up to be all for nothing as Leo effortlessly tickled his stomach with one hand.

“LEEHEEHAHAHA!!” Michelangelo laughed wholeheartedly, swatting at his brother’s arms. The lime green eyed turtle cooed at the gesture, now using both of his hands to attack the youngest’s plastron, “D'aww…look at you giggling your head off~! You’re my adorable little bundle of amazingness, aren’t you~?”

The smaller teen shook his head, a faint blush appearing on his face, “STAHA— squeal N-NAHAHA!”

“What~? What was that?” The blue banded mutant asked as he kneaded the box turtle’s hips. “GYAHAH— squeal SHIHIHIT! COHOME OHAHAN!!!” The amber eyed turtle cried frantically as he kicked his legs on the mattress slightly. 

The youngest squealed with laughter, curling in on himself as he slumped in his big brother’s hold. Leonardo just sighed fondly at the action, wrapping the other in another hug as he raspberried his neck. “LEEHEEHEE!! PLAHAH— squeak NAHAHAT THEHERE squeak PLEHEASE PLEHEASE— squeak!!!”

“Not there~?” The elder lightly mocked, “What about…here~?” He mused as he used his hands to scribble all over the younger turtle’s ribs. Mikey cackled, shaking his head to try and at least subside the tickly feelings.

“NAHAHA— squeal AHAHAHA!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EHE— squeal EHEHEITHER!!! LEEHEEO!!” The orange banded turtle squeaked as Leo stopped for a second, “I’ve tried sooooo many spots, buddy! How many times are you gonna say not there, hm?”

Mikey genuinely squawked louder than a firefighter siren, squirming so much it looked like he was actually being electrocuted. “PLEHEHAHA LEEHEEO NAHAHAT THEHEHE RIHIHIBS!!!” He cackled. 

“Not the riiiibs~? Why~? Is it because it’s your tickle spot~? Your tickletickletickle spot~? Because you’re ticklish~?” Leonardo asked as he lightly nibbled the crook of Mikey’s neck. 

Michelangelo screamed in laughter, scrunching up his shoulders as he dug his heels on the bed, a couple of his plushies sadly falling on the floor (R.I.P. man…) “EEEHEEHEEP!!! S-STAHAP BEEHEEING MEEHEAN!” Mikey said as he thrashed on the bed. 

The slider said nothing, his hands sneaking up to the box turtle’s underarms. “AAAAHAHAHA! OHO NOHOHO— squeak SHIT! SHIHIHAHAT!”

Happy tears slowly begin to appear in the smallest teen’s eyes, he weakly hit Leo’s arms as a last attempt to be set free, “LEHEHEMME squeal GOHOHOHO!” 

“Ohonly if you sahay it, bubs.” 

“IHIHI— SQUEAK!! LEEHEEHEEON!!!” 

“Yeeeees, baby brother~?” The elder dragged out as he kneaded the other’s hips.

“IHI’LL SAHAY IHIHAT I-IHIHI’LL SAHAHAY IHIT!!” The amber eyed teen squealed. 

“And you promise not to be a sassy little shit about it~?” The older teen asked.

“SQUEAK YEHAHAHA— SQUEAK YEHES YEHES I-I PROHOHOMISE!” 

Leo stopped tickling his little brother, hugging him protectively as the youngest caught his breath slowly but surely. “W-Wahait…whahat squeak wahas ihihat yohou eeheeven wahanted me squeak to sahay again?” 

The taller turtle pondered for a bit, thinking to himself before loudly groaning, “That’s…a good damn question. I don’t really remember exactly what I wanted you to say in the first place…” The lime green eyed turtle sighed, “Forgetfulness at its finest...” 

The red eared slider adjusted himself, making sure the other was comfortable before starting to speak again, “Well…based on what we talked about…could you maybe just…y'know…” Leo gestured with his hands before groaning, “Do you get what I’m trying to say, man?” 

“…I thihink I have ahan idea…” Mikey giggled as he fiddled with his hands, “I shouldn’t beat myself up so much because of some of my traits or quirks. And I’m allowed to feel frustrated and/or upset because things don’t go my way because of them. But…I shouldn’t allow those things to put me down...”

Michelangelo smiled softly, rubbing his palm with his thumb, “They don’t define me as a person but they make me a person. I don’t need to be at my best 100% and I’m allowed to have bad days. And if things get too overwhelming or difficult I can just go to you guys.” 

Mikey hugged himself, letting out a small laugh as his happy tears welled up in his eyes, “I’m just…being me. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Leonardo teared up at his brother’s words, hugging him tighter than he ever had before and burying his face at the back of the youngest’s head.

“Never forget that, Miguelito…never forget that.” 

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(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[sugarpasteltmnt]

realizing i never posted this here but whenever i see artists/writers with their unique AU Leos follow me please know it feels exactly like this

[whyamistillawake]

need to decide which heart emoji i like best out of all of them. some occasions require more decorum than the rustic handmade implication of <3

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Thank you thank you thank you @babysgarage for this STUNNING holiday gift! 💙 Usually I just hoard Ana's amazing art for myself but she kindly gave me permission to share this and I simply had to because Look At Them!!!

[bobeaubow]

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[ponke]

omg look is that Isaiah⁉️⁉️⁉️

HEHEH HAPPY VALENTINE'S AGAIN

AAAAAAA?????? MY LOVE????? OMG HE LOOKS SO CUTE!???????? THANK YOU SO MUCH???????????????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[profiction-edits]

I’m going to try to do a few of @black-salt-cage’s 25 Days of Stimmas.

Day 4: Favorite Christmas outfit / skin / look for any character.

Two of my favorites are Jonah Vasquez’s Workaholic Pyjamas and Feng Min’s Workaholic Pyjamas. They are both their Christmas pajamas from the Cozy Break collection in Dead by Daylight! It’s a tie, so I think that doing them both is good. (I even giffed them in their outfits from the Cozy Break trailer!)

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[the-deathspeaker]

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[buckingham-ashtray]

everyone is spiraling into seasonal depression meanwhile I’M FINALLY BACK IN MY FUCKING ELEMENT

[chanagun]

I thought my heart was already filled with so much joy and then they gave me a BLOOPER REEL

[klavery]

NO FUCKING WAY

NO FUCKING WAY

[therewillbenoromance]

🫵🏳‍🌈

I'M GONNA GET UO

[shy-nightmare]

Slice of Life

Finally. After four months, I completed a new gift drawing. This one is for our dear @lastofautumn. Autumn 🍂, THANK YOU SO, SO FREAKING MUCH FOR LETTING ME DRAW YOU AND YOUR BELOVED BABY PUMPKIN MARIE 🤗🤗🤗! I am so unbelievably sorry this took for-fucking-ever to finish 😭😭😭, but I really hope you enjoy this.

@weaselnerd, @spookiifi, @amberfox232, @heartsissopure, @imaginarytoon1, @just-kit-ink A.K.A. @thatnerdgirl7, @basiabd, @marinerainbow, @trashogram A.K.A. @mantisandthemoondragon, @los-angeles-toon-patrol, and @slashingdisneypasta A.K.A. @wicked1will0sparkles, I have a huge favor to ask. Marie sadly passed away this January of 2025, and I think we can all agree that Autumn needs a lot of comfort right now. Autumn, I am so, so sorry for your loss 💔. It is truly a horrible, tragic and unfair way to start a new year, so I have high hopes this long-overdue gift drawing gives you a sense of solace. You bring a beacon of light into our lives, and I’m absolutely certain Marie knew that herself 💛🧡💛

She will always be with you forever 🫂❤🫂

And if anyone else has gone through this heartbreaking experience too, please accept my deepest condolences 🙏. I also wrote a drabble because I felt like the twins should do something special to help Autumn heal.

Autumn and Marie belong to @lastofautumn (A.K.A. herself)

The Twisted Toonz Twins belong to me

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The night was usually so comforting. While the days of gold bring long hours of sun-basking warmth and clear blue skies painted by iridescent beams of rainbow renewal blessed by the first few drops of spring rain, the night brings solace in its own way. The sky is a canvas of deep blue ink, providing a sense of serenity for weary travelers and lost souls lingering and seeking a restful slumber. True, one must never forget the foreboding tales of darkness, mystery and the unknown lingering in the shadows once the last few rays of light vanquish. However, words cannot describe the celestial wonders this world is blessed with.

The night is a black velvet curtain, studded with diamond stars and the moon is a glowing pearl. Like specks of fairy dust, the stars twinkle and shine miles beyond the limits of the sphere, radiating the immense, endless galaxy. Moonlight shares the same symbolism of a rainbow; renewal, beauty, and the unseen bridge between the earth and the divine. And the stars symbolize hope and light, as well as guidance during times of conflict and grieving.

And yet, there are no stars tonight. Not a single one.

Autumn sighed, “Figures.”

She had been standing out in the terrace of Bistro de Lumiere, an exquisite restaurant located in Uptown Toontown hosted by Lumiere himself, which included a lovely view of the lake on the second floor. The charming candlestick has really put in a lot of thought to ensure the guests feel welcome, she had to admit. Everywhere she went, the bistro was top-notch in not just having friendly staff, excellent food, music and chic décor. Candlesticks from all around added a touch of warmth and hospitality illuminating the establishment’s bright prosperity. Even the pillars were decorated with glimmering, silver gems of diamonds and pearls.

But despite their best efforts, it wasn’t enough.

It had been four months since the tragedy that completely shattered her life. Four months since Marie. And it had been the worst few months of her life.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she quickly sealed them shut and veiled them with her palm. Her throat hurt, even now after the champagne, and she struggled to take a calm, steady breath. It sounded shaky and heavy like the weight on her shoulders…and her heart. It hurts. Everything hurts so fucking much. No matter what she’s done, no matter how many days she spent trying to heal, it would never go away. The despair, the anger, the loneliness, and the pain. It felt like her heart had broken into a million pieces, their sharp shards stabbing her soul over and over again with merciless intent.

“It’s not fair,” she choked, wincing at how hoarse she sounded. “It’s just not fair.”

“Grief’s a bitch, ain’t it?”

Scared out of her wits, she turned her head so fast she could have gotten whiplash. For a moment, she panicked at the thought of coming across a stranger only to instantly felt at ease upon recognizing the newcomer.

“Tom!” she exclaimed agitatedly, her heart thundering and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She cursed, “Maldita sea, you scared the hell out of me! Was that really necessary?”

“Nice to see you, too,” the gunslinger greeted her, chuckling. He unzipped his jacket pocket and grabbed a lighter while digging out a small cigarette box from his pocket. Autumn caught a glimpse at the small black box labeled with white lettering contrasted by a bright red triangle for an A. She recognized the brand name. Djarum Black.

Tom caught her looking and politely offered the box. “Want one?”

She blinked back into consciousness and wanted to facepalm for zoning out. Her sleep schedule is off the rails, and it’s high time she gets some time-off. “Sure, thanks.”

She took one and like a gentleman, Tom lit the tobacco base for her. Autumn took a slow drag and exhaled a puff of smoke, and her lips pursed as her tastebuds adjusted to the flavor. Indonesian cloves; a subtly sweet flavor paired with other rich, sweet spices such as cinnamon, nutmeg and allspice. Added with a touch of bitterness, the flavor is intensely aromatic. Her nerves slowly but surely began to relax, and felt some of the tension leave her shoulders. Damn, Tom surely knows his smokes.

She exhaled a puff of smoke and talked.

Although it was nice to share a smoke with a buddy, her chest still felt sore from the immense waves of anguish flooding her heart with such intense force and pressure. She was parched, not from thirst, but from the endless hours of despair. Everything she shared brought a sense of relief, knowing that getting it all out helps tremendously, but at the same time it was torture feeling the claws distress and sorrow tearing at the heart piece by piece, relentless and constant. Grief really is a bitch, huh?

Her sweet little Marie. She rescued her when she was a kitten. A fuzzy little seedling, as small and adorable as a Jack-Be-Little. The moment she looked at her with eyes as wide as a doe’s and as radiant as jades, emeralds, aventurines full of love and innocence, Autumn knew she could give her the life she needed. The life she deserved. Life was nothing short of bliss, many years of endless joy, warmth, and companionship. Everything was perfect.

But now…

She hates how this year started. She hates it and its guts with a burning vengeance.

Autumn’s frustrated venting dried up, and she’s left with Tom staring at her. Cigarette limp in hand, and his eyes were solely fixed on her, not a single word spoken since she began sharing her grief. His eyes, known to pierce the hearts of even the coldest bastards and as black as the inky void, were so soft it’s almost hard to believe a feared horror Toon like him would ever allow himself to express a rare moment of sympathy. She ducked her head. “S-sorry, it…it just hurts.”

Tom stared a moment longer, then took a slow inhale of his cigarette. Autumn chanced a glance and the Twisted Toon Gang leader seemed…thoughtful, if not pensive. He slowly nodded, gesturing for her to go on when she was ready.  

She blinked, surprised. Then began to feel at ease knowing that she doesn’t have to mourn alone.

Turns out that despite being infamous for his reputation as a vicious vigilante with a fearsome temper (not to mention, a brutal kill count), Gunslinger Tom Toonz was a young man of humility and compassion. He hasn’t told her to stop. He never even interrupted her, not once. All he did was listen and provide a literal and metaphorical shoulder to cry on.

So Autumn continues to talk without a filter, and the constant shores of relief and heartache continue to flood over her, the waves rising and crushing. By now, her cigarette had reached half its course, but she really needed something to help her cope. And besides, it was sweet-flavored.

“This is so fucked up,” she said, her throat burning and her voice low and raspy. A gulp of fresh air could only do someone so much good, yet her lungs still felt constricted. She dabbed her eyes again with the handkerchief Tom offered, continuing, “It’s so fucking unfair. I mean, what kind of New Year’s is this?”

She gritted her teeth hard, her heart inflamed by thousands of fiery, angry embers. Her shoulders rolled, shuddering as a breeze of the evening spring wind blew past her as if attempting to help soothe her grieving. “I just…” she breathed out, mentally and physically exhausted due to fatigue. “I just want her to know that I loved her.”

“She does, Autumn.” Tom finally spoke for the first time.

The brunette turned to him again. His expression was grim and stoic, but the gentleness in his eyes never wavered. He took another deep drag, and exhaled, “That’s the thing about grief. It hurts like hell, but grief is a great act of love we give to those we loved. Where there is deep grief, there was great love.”

He caught Autumn glancing at him, and he instantly clicked his tongue, cursing. “Shit, sorry. Got a little sentimental—”

“No, no,” Autumn shook her head and smiled, “Please. I’d like to hear it.”

He was still for a moment, then elaborated. “What I mean to say is, just because her soul has moved on doesn’t mean she’s not here with you anymore. You gave her everything she needed; food, shelter, a place to call home, and above all…love. Your love for her gave her the strength and happiness she deserved in life, and she knows that to this very day. To her, you were her life, her happiness, her everything. That’s why she’s not really gone.”

Not really gone? Autumn titled her head, confused. “What do you mean?”

He let out another puff of smoke, chuckling sheepishly as he rubbed his nape. “I…I’m not good at this, so I think it’d be better if Twyla takes over the reins.”

Autumn blinked. “Twyla?”

“Hi, Autumn.”

“AAAHHH!” the human woman shouted, her heart pounding so loud she could’ve gone completely deaf as she palmed her chest, feeling the repetitive beats thump against her hand. She aimed her cigarette at the possible foe like a sword, only to groan exaggeratedly as her sleep-deprived brain recognized the second newcomer. “Twyla! You—ohhh, yyyooooouuu!!!” she wiggled her index finger at both of them, making them both laugh. “You guys don’t just sneak up on people! What’s wrong with you?!”

“Everything, apparently.” The ravenette shrugged, smirking. Her ears lowered, and her smile dropped at the sight of the Latina’s state before she placed a comforting, sympathetic hand on her shoulder. “I heard what happened. I am so, so sorry.”

“Thanks,” Autumn thanked her, but then raised a brow. “Wait. How do you know that?”

Twyla chuckled, pointing at her ear. “No man nor mouse gets past a wolf’s ears. Or even a mink’s, for that matter.”      

She carried on before Autumn would pry further, “So listen. I know this sounds silly, but…” she trailed, “I know how to help you with your grieving.”

Autumn blinked, more perplexed than ever. Bewildered was an understatement. Twyla can help her?

Her heart soared with full gratitude at the generosity of the younger woman’s wholesome offer. It would, in fact, be very nice to have more things to provide the comfort and solace she needed over these last couple of months. And since Tom was being so uncharacteristically nice tonight, who’s to stop her from accepting Twyla’s suggestion?

She nodded. “I’d love that, Twyla. Thank you.”

The strategist returned her nod. “No problem.” Then, she gently reached her hands up and instructed, “Hold my hands?”

Autumn lightly giggled but complied. Twyla’s hands held her in a gentle, steady grasp.

“Very good. Now, close your eyes and take a deep breath.”

She followed the horror halfie Toon’s instructions and took a slow, deep breath. The moment her eyes sealed shut, the world around her faded into obscurity. A soft wave of calming, tranquil energy slowly but surely began to take hold of her being as the two remained still and serene. Her shoulders, once stiff and rigid due to stress and grief, now fell content without the bulldozing, massive pressure weighing on her back. Every fiber of her, once tied and tangled into messy knots, now broke free and roamed aimlessly as she continued to breathe. And then, she felt a new sensation. Warmth. Now that the first blossom of spring bloomed, the days were much warmer and the nights were much gentler without the ice-cold remnants of snow biting at her skin. The warmth Autumn was feeling right now, it was as if she was lying on the lush, verdant grassy knoll, basking in the golden beam of sunlight blessed by the summer goddesses Aine and Auxo. It was a rare, but unforgettable kind of warmth. The background chatter from inside the bistro ceased in her ears, the remaining cacophony of rushing cars and traffic disappearing into the far corners of the Tooniverse. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

“Meow.”

Wait. Does that sound like…?

“Meow.”

Autumn opened her eyes…and her heart nearly exploded out of her chest.

Facing her with a pair of beautiful, pearl-white angel wings streaked in luminous streaks of gold, was a smiling, happy little tabby. Her pumpkin fur was as vivid and bold as she remembered, and as smooth and adorable as a baby Jack-Be-Little pumpkin. An intense aura of heavenly, angelic light surrounded her, radiating her celestial presence. Her eyebrows and tiny whiskers were also painted in bright, glimmering gold and every time she blinked, a trail of sparkling golden pixie dust bounced off her lashes. She was clad in a whimsical, but charming and delightful pumpkin-orange outfit decorated with tiny, smiling Jack-O-Lanterns, a satin green ribbon bow accented her neck like a necklace, and a small hat crowned her head, shaped like the stem right below her halo.

Her forehead face and forehead carried chocolate kisses, and her innocent doe-eyes shone as bright and radiant as jades, emeralds, and aventurines.

A waterfall of tears rolled down Autumn’s cheeks but not tears of sadness. Her wobbling lips pulled in a joyous, exhilarating smile as a newfound euphoria washed over her, and her soul ascended to the jubilant, overpowering waves of elation. Her heart, once broken and shattered into a thousand shards of glass, now repaired and held onto each other as she comprehended the fact that this was no joke. This wasn’t a dream. Her little Marie, her sweet little pumpkin, had returned to her.

“Marie!” Autumn cried out, and her darling cat meowed and trilled happily as she was taken in the brunette’s arms. Her little snow mittens held onto her as much as she could as Autumn embraced her lovingly, her wings fluttering and tail swooshing with equal excitement as she was once again smothered in kisses. Autumn held her with one arm while zooming over to yoink the twins in a one-armed bear hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she thanked them, sparing them no mercy.

The twins gasped out, unable to breathe. She was quite strong for a human. Fortunately, she eventually let them take a moment to regain oxygen as they watched her twirl Marie around, dancing the night away in the light of the full moon as she was cheered on by thousands of sparkling, diamond stars. They sang and danced with her, ringing the bells of heaven.

Tom was unable to hide a smile as he watched their companion rejoice in the joy of her reunion with Marie, playfully elbowing his sister’s shoulder. “You did good, Twy.”

“Speak for yourself, tough guy.” Twyla returned the gesture, right in the chest and leaving him gasping for breath as the wind was literally knocked out of him due to her enhanced strength. He nearly collapsed to the floor, hadn’t it been for the railing to grab onto.

The forensics specialist rolled her eyes, “Wimp.”

Tom glared at her in response, but eventually regained his composure once he was certain his sternum hadn’t been ruptured. While he straightened his collar, he glanced up at the moon shining down on him and couldn’t help but feel…melancholic. It’s been so long since he gazed at the moon on rarely peaceful nights such as this. Hell, he can’t even remember the last time he did it. It all felt so long ago, the memories buried deep in the shadows of a past that can never truly be forgotten, no matter how hard he tried. The stars twinkled again, albeit sadly as if they could sense his own grief and pain.

The fearsome gangster shook his head, forcing the demons out of his mind before they could rear their ugly, twisted claws into his skull and tear apart whatever remnant of sanity he had left. It’s over, he reminded himself. It’s over. I’m not the scared little runt I was before.

He took one final drag of his cigarette before joining the girls back to the bistro, and turned his back on the world once again.  

[tw1nkee28]

Here's a couple magma doodles from a magma I did with some people!! Thank you all for taking the time out of your day to draw with me, I appreciate it<33 (and I'm not gonna tag the ppl who I drew their narrators because they've already seen and I don't want to bother them again- ;-;)

[stinkrascal]

i should make an edit for my tarnished and ranni yes i think i should