#MAT is not a turtle

[crwbannwen]

Walked outside and someone SAW ME? Is it aromantic visibility day or something?

[crwbannwen]

The twin agrees

some twin I sort of know handed me this punch card when I said "I saw your brother last week"

trying to get a read on this...did I offend him? Is this normal twin behavior

[rohirric-hunter]

I also want to make a post appreciating the culling in Umbar. It's an extremely big, extremely ambitious city, and although it is kinda laggy, it functions really well. While playing normally I've had moments where I would whip my camera around fast enough to just barely see something load in, so I knew they were doing a lot of culling to make it work, but it wasn't until I saw the city from above that I realized just how extensive it is and how well the illusion works. I wish I had taken some screenshots to show just how much of the city is not loaded in at any given time to demonstrate it. But it's overall really effective use of the tool to build the illusion of a really big city.

[wyrmwould-star]

Dear MatPat,

You have touched the hearts of an entire generation, and you will never be forgotten.

It is truly a once in a life time experience to see a career that was not respected or understood, grow and blossom into a beautiful thing, under the care of you and people like you, now be old enough to retire from. You took theorizing on video games and movies (then later even to food and clothing), a subsection of ideas that previously was so underground you would be branded a loser for knowing about it, and had people invest themselves in it. You took an entire genre of thought and interwove your name into it, while simultaneously bringing it into the light of day so much that i can say "Sans is Ness" and anyone I will ever meet won't look at me with confusion, but instead a mutual understanding (and disappointment). You have left your chalice shaped mark on history, pressing the stamp more with every video, so that today, as I write, I know it will last for as long as it's medium still exists. I think I speak for everyone who is able to read this at the time of posting when I say, from the bottom of our hearts,

Thank you, MatPat, for all you have done. You will be missed. Have an amazing retirement from the camera. We are excited to see what you do next.

Sincerely,

The Internet.

[kimura-trap]

Im making up for asking all my coaches about crazy fancy low percentage takedowns by practicing rlly low-risk snapdowns today. We’ll see how it goes

[crwbannwen]

Not counting my 20-odd fish I have two or three currently (technically little c is my brother’s cat but she lives with me)

I was wondering

You can reblog with a picture of them or tell me about them... I honestly just wanna see some pets

[spiceynoodls]

hey I posted a ton of shit on mice and turtles just so people know

[stellaspectral]

okay i read your latest bayverse raphael x female reader (don’t know when you’ll read my request so i’ll add that it’s the one where she ask raph for things to draw in her sketchbook and the brothers are watching them and teasing raph) and i want to ask a continuation to that! i’m not the anon who asked that request but it was sooooo cute and funny and my heart melted and i need moooooore! maybe the reader ask if she can draw raph because she thinks he’s handsome and he just short-circuits because what? the girl of his dreams finds him, a giant-mutant-talking-turtle with anger issues, handsome!?!? and then maybe the reader finds the courage to ask him out on a date because she can see that raph is really insecure and he would probably never ask, but she likes him a lot too and she wants to start a relationship with him. i just need more fluff and softness between them and someone who will show to raph that he can be loved even if he doesn’t think so! if you add some teasing but very happy for him brothers in the background again i would be very happy! you write their personalities so well, i was grinning and kicking my feet the whole time!

A/N: I’m so happy you enjoyed Drawn to You enough to request a follow-up! For anyone who hasn’t read it yet, please do so—because this sequel won’t be as impactful without its context!

I didn’t make Raph’s brothers appear quite as prominently as last time. Because I’d like to think Leo told Donnie and Mikey to give them some breathing room so Raph and the reader can figure things out. Gotta have the oldest look out for his younger brother after all—though even he can’t resist a little teasing himself. 😉

Sketched in My Heart (fluff/mild angst)

❤️ Bayverse Raphael/Female Reader ❤️

CWs: Fluff, mutual pining, insecurity, mild angst, confessions, teasing siblings, and some light swearing. All characters are aged-up.

You’re back on your perch on the couch in the lair.

Already, you’ve sketched a few things: one of Leo’s katanas resting beside a meditation mat, the lava lamp on the stand beside you, and a mug with Sensei-tional Brew written on it (a gift from Mikey to Splinter) on the coffee table. But you find your attention drifting.

In his room, Raph is delivering a series of powerful strikes to the punching bag—the one you had drawn a week ago. You recall how adorable he was describing each tear and flaw in the material. But it isn’t long before you start watching him, how the muscles beneath his skin coil and release like massive springs. How he moves with a brutal but captivating grace.

He finishes a combination with a final, resounding thwack, making the chains suspending the bag groan as it swings wildly. For a moment, he stands, chest heaving, sweat highlighting the planes of his formidable physique. He turns, wiping his brow with the back of his hand—and his eyes meet yours for a split second before he glances away.

Your pulse skips like it always does when Raph catches you staring. Softly, you clear your throat and look down at your sketchbook, pretending to adjust a detail, even though your pencil hasn’t touched the paper in at least five minutes. You take a breath and attempt to focus on your art, but it’s no longer a good enough distraction.

You steal another glance at Raph. He’s toweling off now, muscles flexing with the motion. You bite your lip as it hits you all over again; how can he not know what he does to you? The guy moves like a walking tank and has the gentlest soul hidden under all that metaphorical armor. You want to draw that—the real Raphael.

And maybe, for once, say out loud how you see him.

You stand up before you can chicken out, sketchbook in hand, your legs carrying you across the lair before your brain catches up. “Hey, Raph?” you ask, gently tapping the frame of his open door.

He startles a little, caught mid-dab with the towel. “Oh—uh. Hey,” he says, voice rough but soft in the way it always is when it’s you.

“I was wondering …” You chew on your bottom lip, then force yourself to look him in the eyes. “Would you mind if I … drew you?”

His towel pauses halfway to his broad shoulder. “… Huh?”

“Like—you, you. I just …” You take a breath, clutching your sketchbook like a shield and hoping you don’t sound as nervous as you feel. “You’re … really handsome. And you don’t have to pose or anything! Just be you.”

His jaw drops, eyes wide. He’s short-circuiting. You can see it—Raph, the brawler, the bruiser, the guy who once stood toe-to-toe with Shredder solo, is now rendered momentarily speechless by your words. His towel hangs forgotten in his hand and he looks at you like he’s not sure he heard right. “You … think I’m handsome?” he finally says, like the idea never even occurred to him before.

“I know you are,” you say, softly but firmly.

He makes a noise—something between a cough and a choke—and turns half-away, rubbing at the back of his neck, clearly trying to play it cool. But failing miserably. “I, uh … yeah. Sure. If ya want.” His voice is lower now, shyer. “Don’t see why ya’d wanna draw me, though.”

“You’re strong. And you carry so much on your shoulders, but you still protect everyone. That’s amazing, Raph.” You flush a little but push on. “And yes, you’re really handsome.” You offer a small, tentative smile. “And I think you should see how I see you.”

You don’t think it’s possible, but somehow his face gets so red, you think it might match his mask.

He swallows, a visible bob in his throat. The hand holding the towel clenches, then slowly unfurls. His gaze, which had skittered away, flicks back to yours, wide and uncharacteristically uncertain. The usual hard glint is missing, replaced by something softer. “Damn. That’s … that’s somethin’, alright.”

You tilt your head. “Is that a yes, then?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. What the hell—draw away.” He backs up and flops onto the floor mat with a heavy thud. “Just don’t make me look all broody like Leo in meditation, alright?”

You grin, finding a spot to sit nearby before flipping to a fresh page. “No promises, but you do have that tortured soul thing going on,” you tease.

“Ugh,” he groans. “You sound like Mikey.”

He shifts a little, trying to find a comfortable position on the mat, one arm draped loosely over his knee. His other hand toys with the edge of the towel, still fidgety in a way that makes your chest ache with affection.

You set your pencil to paper, letting the first strokes flow. You sketch his strong jawline, the furrow in his brow that never quite smooths out, and those eyes. Even when they’re avoiding yours, they hold a thousand emotions.

He stays still, though you can tell it’s not his natural state. Occasionally, his eyes flick to your face, then dart away again like he’s trying not to be caught looking. You pretend not to notice, even as your heart thuds louder with each glance.

After a while, you break the silence. “You know, you don’t always have to carry it all alone.”

He blinks, looking like you caught him off guard. “Huh?”

You look down at the sketch, then back to him. “The weight, the anger. The way you think you’ve got to be the strong one all the time.” You offer him a gentle smile.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just studies you, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he exhales a slow breath. “Yeah. I know. I just …” His gaze drops. “Sometimes it feels like I gotta be the wall. So nothin’ breaks through. For the family, you know?”

“I get that,” you murmur. “But walls don’t just keep things out. They can trap things in, too.”

He looks at you again, and this time, something in his face softens. Like a wall starting to crumble. “I ain’t used to people seein’ past the tough guy stuff,” he admits.

You hold up the sketchbook and turn it toward him. “Then maybe it’s time someone did.”

His eyes widen as he sees the drawing. It’s not perfect; some lines are rough, a few details unfinished. But the likeness is unmistakable. And more than that, it feels like him. Strong, yes. But thoughtful. Kind. Gentle. You didn’t just draw what he looks like.

You drew what he is.

He stares for a long moment, jaw slack. Then he huffs a breath, shaking his head in disbelief. “You got me lookin’ like I’m worth a damn.”

“You are worth a damn, Raph.” You meet his eyes and don’t look away. “You’re worth everything.”

The silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable. It’s charged, full of something neither of you have quite named yet. And honestly? It’s also about time someone did put it into words.

Raph’s voice is a low rumble when he finally speaks. “You really think all that?” He gestures vaguely between himself and the sketchbook, still looking a little dazed.

“Every word,” you confirm.

You see the flicker of disbelief in his eyes, the way he almost shrinks into himself, as if your praise is a physical weight he’s not used to carrying in a positive way. He’s so used to criticism, to being the tough one, that genuine affection seems to throw him completely off balance.

His gaze drops to the floor, and he mumbles, “Nah, c’mon. Don’t say stuff like that.” The insecurity is palpable, a heavy cloak he wears too often.

And that’s when you know. You can’t wait for him. He’ll second-guess himself into oblivion, convince himself he’s not good enough, that you couldn’t possibly mean it. But you do.

Your heart hammers against your ribs as you take a deep breath, the air in the room suddenly feeling thick. “Raph,” you begin, your voice a little shakier than you’d like, but you press on. “I really like spending time with you. And … and I like you. A lot.”

He looks up at that, his eyes wide and searching yours. The blush that had started to fade from earlier creeps back up his neck.

“So,” you continue, forging ahead before your courage can desert you, “I was wondering … if maybe … you’d want to go on a date with me?” You rush the last few words out, then clamp your lips shut, waiting, your own cheeks heating up.

The silence stretches as Raph just stares, his mouth opening before closing again. You, on the other hand, feel like your heart is trying to escape your chest with how fast it’s beating. Self-consciously, you wipe your sweaty palms on your pants but still refuse to break eye contact as you wait for his answer.

“A … date?” he finally chokes out, his voice cracking on the word. “With me?” He points at himself, as if to clarify which giant talking turtle with anger issues you could possibly be referring to.

“Yes, Raph. With you,” you say, a small, hopeful smile playing on your lips. “Unless over six-foot-tall, red-masked ninja turtles with a surprising soft spot and impressive muscles are forbidden from dating?” You try for a light tone, hoping to ease the shock radiating off him.

He runs a hand over his head, his eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape route or perhaps a hidden camera crew. “But why?” he asks, his voice raw with confusion. “I mean, look at me. I’m … this.” He gestures to himself again, a wave of that familiar insecurity washing over his features, momentarily dimming the hopeful spark you thought you saw.

“I am looking at you, Raph,” you say, your voice soft but firm, full of all the sincerity you feel. Gingerly, you move closer. “And I see someone amazing. Someone brave, and loyal, and yeah, a little rough around the edges,” you concede with a gentle smile, “but someone who cares so damn much it practically pours out of him. I see you. And I like what I see. A lot.”

Finally, he grins and shakes his head sheepishly, chuckling softly. “You really don’t quit, do ya? Seriously. A date?”

You nod. “Yeah. We can start small. Grab a slice. Watch a movie. Or, you know, sit in awkward silence and pretend we’re both not nervous wrecks.”

Raph stares at you for another beat. Then, slowly—carefully, like he’s touching something fragile—he reaches out and taps the edge of your sketchbook with one large finger.

“I ain’t good with words,” he says, apologetic. “But yeah. I’d like that. A date. With you.”

Your smile widens. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, the word husky and full of a warmth that makes your insides melt. “Really.”

Just as sweet relief and giddiness bubble up inside you, a voice shatters the moment.

“Oooooooh, Raphie’s got a giiiiirlfriend!”

Of course, that sing-song taunt could only belong to one turtle: Mikey. He stands in the doorway, cupping his hands around his mouth like he wants to announce the news to the whole sewer.

Raph jumps about a foot in the air, whirling around at him. “MIKEY! GET OUTTA HERE, YA LITTLE SNOOP!” he roars, his face instantly turning a shade of red that rivals his mask.

Close on his heels, Donnie peers inside, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Statistically speaking, it was only a matter of time before someone found your emotionally repressed, brooding rage charming.”

“Get outta here, ya knuckleheads!” Raph snaps, balling his fists. “Ain’t you got somethin’ better to do than spy on people?”

“Spying? Us?” Mikey feigns an offended pout, placing a hand over his plastron. “Never!” He flops dramatically onto Raph’s mat, right next to your sketchbook, peering at it with stars in his eyes. “You drew him? Like one of your French turtles?!”

“MIKEY,” Raph snarls, lunging toward him, but Mikey rolls away with a laugh, skidding to a stop against the wall.

Leo appears beside Donnie, arms crossed and expression stern in the way only an older brother’s can be. “Alright, enough. Show’s over,” he scolds, nudging past Donnie to lean down and pat the back of Mikey’s shell. “Let’s give them some space.”

“Awww, but we just got here,” Mikey whines as he stands.

Leo sighs. “You’ve caused enough chaos,” he says, steering his chuckling, protesting brothers outside of the room. Before stepping over the threshold, Leo’s eyes flick toward you, then to Raph, his expression softening with understanding.

Though even Leo can’t resist a bit of teasing.

“We’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”

Mikey is still making kissing noises as Leo herds them out. He gives the two of you an apologetic smile before firmly shutting Raph’s door, the room suddenly becoming silent. Finally, you feel like you can breathe again.

Raph groans, rubbing a hand down his face as if trying to erase the past sixty seconds from existence. “I am gonna pulverize them,” he mutters, before looking at you with a grimace on his face. “Sorry ‘bout that. They’re … a handful.”

“Well, they are your brothers,” you point out. “Endless teasing is practically an unspoken clause in the sibling contract, right?”

“Yeah. You get used to it. Mostly.” He glances towards the closed door, a muscle working in his jaw as if he can still hear Mikey’s teasing. “They ain’t ever gonna let me live this down.”

You smile gently, closing your sketchbook and setting it beside you. “Maybe not,” you agree as you reach out to brush your fingers lightly over the back of his hand. “But I think that just means they’re happy for you.”

He looks down at your fingers, as if processing the sensation. Then, almost imperceptibly, the tension in his shoulders ease. “Yeah, well,” he mutters, glancing at the door again, “they’re happy they got fresh teasing material for the next decade, more like.” But there’s no actual heat in his words. “Guess you’re right, though. S’pose they’re happy … in their own annoying way.”

He shifts his gaze back to your hand on his. Slowly, hesitantly, he turns his palm upwards, fingers brushing against yours. You gently lace your fingers with his, a pleasant jolt shooting up your arm. He clears his throat, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, then quickly darting away again, a faint blush still dusting his cheeks.

“So, uh … this date thing,” he says. “You’re sure, sure?”

You bring your other hand up to cup his cheek, your thumb stroking the slightly rough skin just below his mask. His eyes widen at the contact, but he leans into your touch. “I’ve never been more sure about anything,” you say earnestly.

He swallows, his gaze locked on yours as he brings his free hand up to cover yours on his cheek, holding it there. “Damn,” he breathes, his voice thick with emotion. “You really know how to knock a guy off his feet, don’t ya?”

“Only the deserving ones.”

A small, almost shy smile touches Raph’s lips. “Deservin’, huh?” He looks down at your intertwined hands, then back up at your face. “You got a funny way of lookin’ at things. A good way.”

“I just see what’s there,” you murmur, your thumb continuing its soft caress on his cheek. He leans further into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

When he opens them again, there’s a new resolve, a flicker of excitement. “So … this date.” He clears his throat again, the blush still present but fainter now, more like a warm glow. “When were you … uh … thinkin’?”

“Whenever works for you. We could keep it simple. Your lair’s got character,” you say, a teasing glint in your eye, “but maybe somewhere a little more private for a first date? My place, if you’re up for it? Or if you know a quiet spot topside …”

“I know a few spots. Rooftops, mostly. Quiet. Good view of the city. Nobody bothers ya up there.” He looks at you, a silent question in his eyes, as if offering to share something personal.

“A rooftop sounds perfect,” you say softly. “And tonight, maybe? If you’re not too tired.”

“Adrenaline’s still kinda pumpin’, actually.” He pauses, then adds, “Tonight sounds … yeah. Good.” He hesitates then, his gaze dropping for a second before meeting yours again, earnest and a little vulnerable. “I ain’t exactly a pro at this whole datin’ thing. Just so ya know. Might mess it up.”

“You won’t mess it up.” You squeeze his hand. “We can just … be. Talk. Look at the stars. No pressure. The most important part is just being together, right?”

His eyes soften, the last vestiges of his tough-guy guard seeming to melt away in the quiet intimacy of his room. “Yeah,” he breathes. He lifts your joined hands, his gaze fixed on yours, and slowly, he brings your knuckles to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss there. “Tonight, then.”

“Tonight,” you echo, your heart swelling.

He holds your gaze for another long moment. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he lets go of your hand on his cheek, though he keeps your other hand firmly in his. “I should, uh … probably clean up a bit more. Before we … y’know.” He gestures vaguely at himself, looking a little self-conscious.

“Take your time,” you say, giving his hand a final squeeze before slowly withdrawing yours. You pick up your sketchbook, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. “I’ll wait out on the couch.”

“Won’t be long.”

You return to the communal area and find your perch on the couch again, giddy as you replay the last hour in your mind. Thinking of the feel of his hand in yours, the tenderness in his eyes, the brush of his lips. You open your sketchbook, flipping back to the portrait of Raph. It’s still unfinished. But in a way, that feels right. There’s more to him yet to draw, more to learn, more layers to peel back.

And tonight, under the stars, maybe you’ll start to uncover them.

[crwbannwen]

I love seeing how people deal with annoying people on public transport.

My go to is faking phone calls. Once had a man sit next to me to avoid being too close to a family from a different country so I faked a phone call in my native tongue and he looked at me like I was about to kill him by asking this fake person how their day was in Welsh.

Another time I faked a phone call where I talked about listening to Malevolent on my long journey and retelling what had happened, smiling especially as I described someone cutting off their head. I had no reason to do this to that person except that they were talking loudly and I couldn’t hear Arthur Lester falling down holes very well as a result.

But I will never reach the beautiful achievement of that woman I once witnessed respond to a misogynistic man by loudly sneezing and saying: Sorry I think I’m allergic to the sound of your voice.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

hey will you make hsc reader x tmnt 2012 (all of trurtles) in which the reader proposes sexual intercourse or starts to gently initiate, e.g. gently kissing on the neck, how the boys react, do they agree or prefer to wait (you don't have to describe the sex with them if you don't want to, what matters most to me is their reaction, and I would prefer the age to be kept the same as in the series)

Their Reaction To You Wanting Intimacy (18+)

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: For the sake of my moral conscience, I will have to write that they are aged them up. What you decide to imagine is up to you, but I don’t feel safe writing stuff like this without aging them up. But with that being said, I hope you’ll still enjoy💚

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Implied sex, mentioning of being caught.

Leonardo:

With Leo, it really depends on the situation at hand. Are they two of you in the dojo, out in the living area, hanging out around friends and family, or doing something important, he would be very apprehensive. Panic in his eyes, unsure of what to do.

That did not mean he didn’t want to have fun with you, nono, it’s because he’s scared of breaking the rules. Fearful of getting caught, or maybe screwing up something that he had the responsibility for.

But did that mean that you didn’t try? Hell no! You would try to push him ever so slightly, seeing if you could get the fearless leader to do something he normally never would.

Not that it was hard for you to make him give in. You have managed to cause a heated make out between the two of you in the dojo, resulting in some dry humping on a mat, before the two of you had a long good night in Leo’s bedroom.

And oh, the joy of sending him risky texts when he would be out on patrol was amazing. His flustered reactions over the phone or text made it all worth it.

But, you and Leo were in the private comfort of either your or his room, Leo would give in to your touch with no fluster and no wide eyes. Heck, he would even start the intimate actions before you could.

If Leo were comfortable, he could easily get freaky. If he felt sure that no one would interrupt you, he would be absolutely okay with fooling around on the couch or somewhere far out in nature.

Pretty much anything would work on Leo - physical touch, certain words or that look that let him know what you were thinking. All of those things did something to him, and any of those could do the trick.

Raphael:

Be careful when you try to initiate intimacy with this guy, because he will not let anything slide. You want to have some fun? He’s ready! Doesn’t matter when or where, he will find a way or a place where the two of you can have your fun.

Raph is very good at picking up on your hints, when it comes to these sorts of things. That little look you would give him, or the way you would sway your hips ever so slightly when you walked past by him. He notices it each and every time, and he will be quick to follow you.

Your hot headed boyfriend isn’t too bothered about who is around. If it stood to him, he would not let you walk to the bedroom, he would be quick to pull you back against him and have you wherever you were, not giving a damn about who was around. And well, though it sounded hot, you both knew that none of his or your family members would be too happy about that, so you kept your activities away from their eyes.

But other than that, there wasn’t much that would hold Raph back. Kiss his neck and he will have you pinned against the wall so he can go on your neck. Touch his thigh and he will spread them wider for you, and it would usually lead into one giving the other head.

If you decided to do these kinds of things in the living area, with no one else in the room, there would be a big chance that you and Raph would get your stuff going in the living area. That was how the two of you ended up having sex in a back alley and on a few roof tops.

If you decide to tease this man, get ready, because he won’t let that go. Raph loved a good brat to break, and he loves when you decide to go into brat mood on him.

So yeah, if you want intimacy with Raph, he is quick to give it to you.

Donatello:

As smart as Donnie is, he tends to be a little bit thick when it comes to reading your signs, especially those of a more intimate and sexual nature. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want sex, because oh bot, does this man like sex. He’s just a little slow to register what it is that you are asking for. It’s especially bad if his working on something.

You could be hugging him from behind while he was hunched over one of his many projects, rubbing your hands up and down his chest, and he still wouldn’t realize what you were doing.

Kiss his neck in this situation, and he will still not realize how slow he is. He might just be thinking that you’re trying to be sweet - like you always are - showing him some innocent love while his working.

But when one of the hands on his chest starts moving lower and lower, getting closer and closer to his cloaca, Donnie seemed to realize what was going on, which usually would result in him turning towards you with a smug smile. He could most definitely help you out with your little wish.

It wasn’t uncommon for you and Donnie then to have sex in the garage lab, while no one was around, to hear the many sounds the two of you would make.

But should it be during the day time, you and Donnie would most likely move it to the bedroom, or just somewhere more private. Donnie wasn’t too scared of people knowing that the two of you were having sex, nor that you intended to do so. But Donnie was not too happy about the thought of anybody walking in while he was cloaca deep in you. That would make him lose his mojo and make him feel very embarrassed.

Actually, at times he would even brag to his brothers about it, reminding them that he was the one that had sex on almost a daily basis.

Michelangelo:

Mikey is a funny case. His reactions would vary, depending on the time of day, his mood or whether or not he was expecting it.

If Mikey was in a hyper mood, really hooked on this one thing, he wouldn’t notice anything. Be as flirty as you want to, he wouldn’t notice or think about anything unless you straight up tell him you want him to fuck you stupid.

Should you find you and Mikey in such a situation, where you had just whispered to him, how badly you want him to fuck you into this bean bag, while his family was out the lair, he might turn to you in shock and confusion. Not because he didn’t want to do it, because he will. He was just in processing mode. Did his hyperfixation just turn you on? If that’s the case, he would show you this stuff more often.

Should Mikey be bored, and you suddenly start sliding your hands all over him, he would be on you in no time. No processing needed. He is ready right now!

The danger is ro send Mikey risky texts when he’s bored. Send him a nude and he will be outside your window less than five minutes later, so keep your clothes off.

Now, if you sit with Mikey in the living area, watching a movie and his brothers happen to be nearby, watch out when you start to make moves on your boyfriend. Because if you don’t tell him where you want the two of you to get busy, he would at times forget that there are people around, and get ready to get hands on right then and there. And well, it has happened that you forgot as well. That was kind of embarrassing to be caught on the couch with your boyfriend, tongues down each other's throats, hands already roaming. You never forgot that, but Mikey seemed to have totally let it go.

[chadobi]

I just thought of this funny scenario: The rise boys (or just Mikey and Leo separately)have been pining after reader for YEARS, and one of reader’s guy friends (who knows about the turtles) gets more touchy and affectionate towards her. Cue jealous turtle that leads to them confessing. BUT when the boys are officially dating their crush, and prolly try to rub it in, the friend admits that he never liked reader that way, and just wanted to get the guys to confess (secret wingman lol)

Operation: Confess or Die

Hi guys! I hope everything’s good with you! Sorry I haven’t been very active lately, but I’m on medication from the doctor and it’s causing a hormonal storm, so I’m basically in a constant PMS mood 😭

Rise!Leo x Reader

Summary: Leo’s been secretly in love with you for years, but it’s all been stolen glances and half-baked plans. When your best guy friend Eli suddenly starts getting… touchy? Affectionate? Flirty? Leo loses it. The twist? Eli’s doing it all on purpose.

The city was buzzing below, all soft golden streetlamps and distant car horns. The spring air was warm with that faint scent of subway steam and night jasmine from your fire escape planter. It would’ve been perfect for a quiet night in—if Leonardo Hamato wasn’t currently having an emotional crisis in your living room.

Leo sat stiffly on the armrest of your couch, arms crossed, trying to act like he wasn’t calculating how many punches it’d take to knock Eli’s smirking teeth out of his face.

Three. Maybe four. But that’d be rude.

“I’m just saying,” Eli said, leaning a little closer to you with that lazy smile of his, “you should’ve seen her trying to win that claw machine last week. Fourteen tries. Fourteen. I had to physically drag her away.”

You gasped, shoving him playfully. “That thing was rigged!”

Leo watched as your shoulder pressed into Eli’s side. Your laughter rang out like a damn bell, and something sour twisted in his stomach.

You didn’t even notice his glare. Why would you? You were too busy watching Eli like he hung the damn moon.

Leo tried to calm himself. He’s just a friend. He’s always been around. Nothing’s different.

Except now Eli was brushing hair behind your ear. And calling you nicknames like “sweetheart” and “doll.”

And the worst part?

You weren’t stopping him.

Two hours later, Leo was back in the lair, face down on the floor of the dojo while Donnie ran diagnostics on a busted drone.

“I’m done,” Leo muttered into the mat. “I’m just gonna lay here forever. Maybe if I stay still long enough, time will rewind and I can delete all of tonight.”

Mikey flopped beside him, propping his chin on his hands. “You still didn’t tell her?”

Leo groaned. “I couldn’t. She was with him again.”

Donnie didn’t look up from his tablet. “The statistically improbable friend who’s suddenly acting like a human Labrador retriever?”

Raph crossed his arms from the doorway. “Maybe he’s got a thing for her.”

Leo flipped onto his back, face pale. “Do not say that.”

“Then do something!” Mikey chirped, poking his plastron.

“I had a plan,” Leo grumbled. “Phase One was charm. Phase Two was rooftop dinner. Phase Three included ambient jazz and maybe sparklers—”

“Yeah?” Donnie interrupted. “What phase are we in now? Emotional self-destruction?”

Leo groaned again. This time louder.

The next time Leo visited you, it was worse.

It was so much worse.

He arrived just before sunset, perching outside your fire escape to wait for your usual “come in” knock—except he didn’t knock. He froze instead, listening to the laughter spilling out from your living room.

You and Eli were on the couch, curled close over a shared phone screen, watching some dumb TikTok compilation. You were laughing so hard you had to clutch his arm for support. He didn’t pull away. In fact, he put his hand over yours.

Leo’s hands clenched the railing. He swore his blood pressure hit critical.

He jumped down, stormed across the fire escape like a soldier entering enemy territory, and knocked. You answered with your usual warmth, your face lighting up like it always did when you saw him—and for a split second, Leo’s fury melted like ice.

But then Eli appeared behind you.

“Leo!” you said, smiling. “Come hang out with us!”

“Yeah, c’mon in,” Eli added with a casual wave. “We were just watching fail videos. You’d be surprised how funny goats can be.”

Leo stepped inside, every muscle tight. The apartment smelled like popcorn and vanilla candles, and the sounds of bleating goats and screaming skateboarders echoed from the TV.

He sat on the farthest edge of the couch, as physically distant from Eli as possible.

You didn’t notice his glare. You were too busy rewinding a goat parkour clip.

But Leo noticed everything.

The way Eli kept “accidentally” brushing your hand. The way he leaned toward you to whisper some joke. The way you leaned back without hesitation.

And then—just as the next video loaded—Eli said it.

“Y’know,” he murmured, voice soft and just intimate enough, “I really love spending time with you lately.”

Leo blacked out for a second.

Then he stood up.

Fast.

“Okay—NOPE,” he snapped, pacing a tight line in front of your coffee table. “Nope nope nope nope—I can’t do this anymore, I’m gonna explode, I’m literally malfunctioning—”

“Leo?” you said, blinking. “Are you okay?”

Eli just sat back with a suspiciously neutral expression.

Leo whirled to face you, shoulders tense, eyes blazing.

“I like you,” he blurted. “Okay? I like you. Like—like like. Not just friendly ‘I’ll carry your groceries’ like, or ‘I’ll beat up a creep for you’ like—real, actual, romantic like. And I have for a long time.”

You stared at him, lips parting.

“I wanted to tell you ages ago, but then Eli was always around, and then he got weirdly touchy and then I panicked, and now I’m confessing in front of a goat video and this is not how I pictured this going—”

You stood slowly. Moved toward him.

“Leo.”

He stopped rambling.

You looked up at him—his cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes wide with panic.

And you smiled.

“About time,” you said softly.

His heart stopped.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I’ve liked you forever, dumbass.”

He blinked. “Wait—what?”

“I figured you’d tell me eventually,” you said, laughing. “But watching you squirm was kind of fun.”

From the couch, Eli stretched, popped his knuckles, and casually said:

“Well, my job here’s done.”

Leo snapped toward him. “Excuse me?”

Eli stood, brushing imaginary dust off his jeans. “I’ve known for like… years that you were in love with her. Figured if I upped the affection, you’d grow a spine.”

Leo’s jaw dropped. “You—you were faking it?!”

Eli winked. “You’re welcome, Blue Boy.”

Then he slung his hoodie over his shoulder and strolled toward the door.

You stifled a laugh behind your hand.

Leo turned back to you, flustered beyond belief.

“So… does this mean I get to kiss you now?”

You grinned. “Only if you swear you’re not gonna wait another three years to ask me out.”

[eggcompany]

Viktor has a pet tortoise. It was a decade old when he got it, the heavy thing was getting thrown to the street because its owner passed of the sickness that was taking ravaging his home town.

So as he grew, having moved to Zaun at twelve, he kept the tortoise close. His last connection to his home. He loved the little thing, did odd jobs and worked so they could eat. Eventually he got into the academy and was allowed to keep his dear friend because he had a tank and was very quiet.

Viktor let it roam around the apartment, adventuring where it liked, only spending the nights in its large warm tank.

Jayce was terrified of Kočičko, or Koko as Viktor belovedly nicknamed the creature. Jayce wouldn’t be scared of a turtle normally but she liked to bite his ankles and run the sharp edge of her shell against his skin. She also peed on his shoes all the time.

Viktor found it hilarious. It took years until dear Koko acclimated to Jayce’s presence. It only took months of coaxing and him buying her a large heated mat to put in the living room. She did love watching movies with Viktor.

[milykins]

TMNT Headcanon: Cursing During Sex

This idea came from @ninnosaurus in our discord group.

Naturally, I had to do one for each turtle.

I'm sorry my posts have slowed down recently, I was struggling with inspiration to write. Also, I may change my name back because all of the links in my master post are now unusable.

TW: Cursing and mild sexual content.

Leo

Generally, tries to be quiet during sex, but there's something about you.

At some point, the calm, collected version of Leo is gone and in its place is this almost unhinged, desperate individual who does drop the occasional curse word while doing hard, desperate thrusts.

“Fuck…” He’ll groan out at the first deep thrust.

Churrs only for you, it’s a soft rumbling sound that is nearly undetectable at first but becomes louder over time.

He does it in the afterglow when you’ve both finished, a thin sheen of sweat covering you both.

He likes to hold you against his chest from behind, the vibrations of his churrs rumbling through his chest.

It is the best feeling ever.

Raph

Uses ALL the curse words.

Very loud and rumbly during sex.

Does deep, hard, demanding thrusts, intent on fucking you deep into the mattress or couch, or training mat.

Very vocal during sex.

“Fuck, you’re so good… you feel so fucking good…”

He will tell you how good you are and how well you take him.

Churrs like a Mack truck, the loudest of his brothers.

He’ll only do it when he’s sure the two of you are alone.

His favourite way to hold you after the two of you finish is to press you against his chest with his massive arms around you.

Mikey

Fairly liberal with cursing during sex and lovemaking.

Draws out the words as he thrusts.

“Fuuuuuck… fuuuuck, you feel amazing, baby…”

Churrs softly throughout the act if he can.

He will have you laughing the entire time, right until you're both chasing your collective releases.

He is the master of cuddles after sex.

Makes sure you are comfortable in any position you like. Your arms or limbs will never fall asleep under his watch.

He loves it when you’re laying on his chest and he can rub your back in the afterglow.

Donnie

It takes him a little while to feel comfortable cursing during sex.

Initially, he won’t do it, but with some coaxing and reassurance, he'll come around.

He can't help it.

Entering you for the first time feels so good it just slips out.

“Shit… fuck… you feel—” he can’t even get the words out of how amazing you are.

He's more of a talker in the sense that he asks you if what he’s doing feels good and if he’s hurting you in any way.

He moans more than anything during sex.

Churrs right at the very end when he's about to cum.

Curses one last time upon finishing inside of you.

Likes to be the little spoon sometimes with cuddles with his head on your chest or your belly.

He loves listening to your heartbeat.

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[itsyagurlchip]

To @shadymatmat: "I can write that he knows about human dating customs, but tries to pretend to reader that he doesn't. that's way cuter in my opinion."

☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Begging for Kisses☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

ᯓᡣ𐭩warnings: established relationship(!) cussing maybe idk I might not warn for this n e more (!) woah kissing, chip's experimenting now-(!)

ᯓᡣ𐭩I'm so sorry for not wanting to write your other ask, but I'm so glad that you'll take this one in turn!! (Making Donnie actually clueless is different from making him emotionally unintelligent so it felt kinda odd to write-) Thank you for the request Mat <33

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Donnie's bad at lying, you know.

A knock sounds out from my window. I groan and roll to my side, whoever's knocking on my window can promptly backflip themselves into a restaurant dumpster. My large comforter was doing its job: being warm, and safe. What time was it for someone to even be-

At my window!? I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion before opening my crusty eyes.

I adjust myself onto my elbow and squinted to see...Donnie? He knocks again, waving when he catches my eye. His face is darker in blush, but I'm not worried about that.

I stand up stretching, mumbling something about advanced robots and simple doors, before walking over my clothes to let Donnie in. I guide him to a bean bag, while I stand up at some attempt to stay awake enough for this.

"Yes Dee?" My eyes weren't really focusing on anything, but I knew i really wanted to go back to sleep- "I know you're like, nocturnal and shi, but what could possibly hold my attention at 3 in the morning." I rubbed at my eyes to get the crust away.

"I require assistance an experiment! Uhm, regarding human touch." He fiddles with his fingers for a bit, looking away.

"Right, the human that needs six to eight hours of sleep is the one to help you out." I sarcastically said, before looking at his face. I sighed, "Yea... sure. What are we doing?"

"Well, you see, as a man and a turtle of science, I have been pondering on a hypothesis about how physical touch... affects uh- humans!" I blink before gesturing him to carry on. "And since I'm mutant, only half-human, I figured that... maybe I needed a full human for this." He mumbled.

"There's many different kinds of stimuli, " I started. "Like holding hands, uhm, patting heads-"

"Can- can we just try a hug?" Donnie asked. "For- for science, of course."

I was genuinely confused but went with it. I walked over as he stood up, and hugged him gently rubbing his shoulders a bit. I'm sure Donnie understood what hugs are, and what they're for. If he didn't, then Mikey must've been fake hugging them all of those years. I hum softly in content, before letting go.

"Just! Just stay here for a moment. This is significant research I'm conducting, and any interruption of it would not be appreciated, he said, surely not having a secret motif." He said, pulling me back.

"Oh- okay." I embraced him again, this time rapping my arms around his mid section. I kept in mind to not put too much pressure on his shell, despite it already being shielded. My head rested against his shoulders as my eyes lulled off a bit. I let out a yawn as my brain was catching up with reality.

I noticed that there was embarrassment in his tone, and I began to hear a subtle purring-

I look at his tail to catch it wiggling a bit, only to see it stop as if he's forcing it to. And then it finally clicked in my sleepy brain.

"Mhm... yea, so what's your hypothesis again super genius? I'm completely being curious, by the way." I huff out a gentle chuckle.

"Well-well, if a human is hugged for a long time, then they'll..uhm..." Donnie mumbled something incoherent. "This is completely for science and not out of a personal inquiry...yea."

"Mhm, righhhht" As I let go and turned around, I finally let my smile grow big. I lead him to my bed, "You need data, right? I got work at 7, so that's a little less than four hours of it." I not so subtly looked at his tail again, to see it moving rapidly.

Donnie fiddled with his fingers, tapping them and then clenching them. I look at my sheets. He may not agree because of the texture of my blankets. I look back at him.

"You good with this? We can find a different way to collect your data, Mr. Science." I smirked playfully.

"No!" he blurted, I raised my eyebrow. "I mean- I'm good, cool cool cool, I'm fine! I think we should just do this a little longer." He began writhing his fingers together, with his face darkening in a blush again.

"It's just a cuddle" I laughed a bit, "It's like what we're doing but laying down. It's a win win, you get your data, and I get my sleep."

"Hmmm....." He hummed, clearly not opposing the idea. If he was gonna pretend, then I could too.

"You know, a good scientist changes the independent variable? Maybe the new dependent variable can help you... come to a scientific breakthrough?" I lay down on my side, and hold my arms out for him.

Poor guy, he looked like he's having a panic. Like the emotions in his head are running around his brain as an alarm sounds out.

"I suppose..." He says slowly, but I've known him long enough to know it's a yes. He was clinging onto me for pizza supreme's sake! And he says he's touch adverse? Sure. "But! but. Science only. No feelings." He said, gently pulling off his battle shell.

"You keep saying 'for science', you know." My smile grew wider as I made reaching hands. "Just lay down silly. C'mon Mr. Science, get your cuddle data."

He rolled his eyes and laid down. At first, he awkwardly held himself with his knees. But soon, he accepted my sleepy hugs and melted. His shoulders relaxed, and his eyes closed. A small, almost inaudible sigh slipped from his lips as I slip my arms around his shoulders.

"You know what would progress your experiment?" I asked softly.

"Hm?" He hummed, his eyes still closed.

I kiss his forehead gently, adding another long one for assurance. His eyes open as my hands slowly reach, just stopping at his face. Donnie's breath picked up and he bobbed his head, as if he were dumbfounded.

I held his cheeks, bringing his face to mine, and pressed our lips together. It was light, and feathery. Comforting. I could feel Donnie's heart pumping rapidly, but mines was beating strongly, painfully. I leaned back, and sighed deeply, looking into his eyes.

"Any other 'experiments' I should know about, Mr. Othello?" I quietly asked. He blinked as if coming from the back of his minds.

"I'll- I'll have to check in, uhm, with- the data results." Donnie gulped with a shy smile. "O-Or when the test subject begins to show a lack of..." He trailed off, going into mumbles again. I fully chuckled this time, still not calling him out.

"That's fine, I can be your assistant for a while." I said sleepily, before my sight gently faded, and my mind dreamt of a pink atmosphere.

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[universesweetheart]

My Mess (Dazai x Reader)

In which we clean blood off him after a mission

Read my other dazai oneshots: here, here, here :] (peep the turtle smile)

Birthday Gift Series: Part I & Part 2

Impulsively wrote this today after a crying session

Bye now - Mars ♡

Dazai came home bloodied and bruised. He stumbled into your apartment, seeking you out from where you were on the couch engrossed in your book. Not caring that he was messing up your couch or clothes, he flopped down onto the couch, burying his face into your stomach with mumbles of words you have a hard time figuring out.

“Osamu, what happened?” there’s an urgency in your voice as you assess your boyfriend’s state, propping him to sit up, but he’s stubborn and bury his face into your chest. “Sit up, please, for me?”, you’ve found over the years of dating Dazai that he doesn’t allow himself the freedom of emotions. He doesn’t love often, but when he loves, he loves.

Reluctantly he sat up, looking at you with a smile, a fake one. The one he gives everyone when he so effortlessly slips into his overdramatic happy persona. But you know better. Of course, you know better when your soul is a hopeless mess without his and vice versa. It’s what happens when you spend so much time with someone, when your days and laughter blend into theirs and your body trusts them so much that sleep comes naturally, even for the sleepless like him.

“What happened, ‘Samu?” you ask again, voice so gently it takes the form of a whisper, brows frowning softly as your eyes search his for an answer, or explanation, or something. Anything he’s willing to give you. Anything of truth. No pretenses.

“Had a mission today”

That you knew. He’d told you before he left for work, thinking you were willed away with slumber, but you heard the sweet melody of his voice through your dreamland. A sickeningly sweet tune luring your soul back to its body, to him. To him.

His face was exhausted, eyes darker than usual. His hair matted with dried blood and his bandages stained red from the thick crimson. Whether his or someone else, you were unsure of.

“Wanna tell me about it?”

“No”

‘Okay”

You hummed, standing up and urging him to stand too. “Let’s get you cleaned up”

You made your way to the bathroom, Osamu practically slumped over you. You guide him to sit on the stool you kept in your bathroom for shaving.

“May I?” you asked softly, your voice honeyed to not startle him. You’d seen Osamu without his bandages before though it wasn’t plenty of times. You didn’t want to rush things with him, founding yourself liking what you had with this man.

He also liked, and appreciated, your understanding nature. He loved how gentle you were with him and most of all he liked how you let him figure his shit out. Never wanting to save him, just be there for him whilst he saved himself.

He nodded, closing his eyes, and resting his head on your shoulder. His hands found themselves around your waist, if only loosely.

You gently unwrap his bandages, taking a washcloth and wetting it with some warm water, pressing it against his skin. The warmness of the water softens the stubborn dried blood. The silence overtakes you both, it’s comfortable. No need to fill the space.

You continue to wipe him down, only slipping away to run the bath for him. Filling the tub with warm water and dropping a bath bomb to dissolve in it. Stepping back over to him, ridding him of the rest of his clothes as you help him into the tub.

Osamu rested his head over the edge, whilst you wetted it, adding the shampoo and conditioner to soften the matted mess of a bird’s nest that has become his usually silky hair. You noticed he closed his eyes, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, along with words of affection.

Dazai opened his eyes and looked up at you, a soft smile graced his lips. “Bella…” He spoke, “Join me”

You smiled, ridding yourself of your clothes and slipping into the waters with him. Body straddling his as you brought your hands to cup his cheeks. “Worries me when you come home like this” you confess, words shaky as you bit your lower lip to hold back the emotions threatening to spill over.

“M’okay, Bella” Osamu soothes, “See, right here, safe and sound” he whispers, drawing you closer for a kiss. A simple soft kiss, you feel him. Tongue slipping into your mouth, hands wandering down to your waist, one slipping lower to squeeze the fat of your ass.

You gasp softly against his lips, Dazai’s mouth swallowing all your sounds. “Always come back to you, baby, don’t worry that pretty little head” he rasps against your lips, swollen lips.

Dazai’s mood stabilized as his darling tended to him. The soft touches of your fingers and words caressed his soul and hardened his cock. The rawness of your worry is something he loves. Because it shows you care, genuinely. It silences his mind that tries to tell him that you don’t, that all of this isn’t real and that any day you’d up and leave him.

So when you stay and tend to him as he comes bloodied and hurt instead of running away scared and frightened and disgusted, as he expected you to be, it relieved him greatly. It affirms the unspoken truthness of your relationship. You love him. You love him. Maybe just as much he loves you, he hopes.