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etheralisi · 1 year ago

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I’ve been thinking about in-universe media so. Heh. Why don’t we tumblrify the ending of the rottmnt movie

Update: here’s part 2 and 3+3.5

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Nice knowing you guys

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Wtf??? Where do you live?

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You can’t just ask someone where they live

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op must be from new york. i’ve been trying to text my sister who lives there all day and when she finally gets back to me, it’s to send me a photo of her being chased by some weird??? fleshy???? car? i think the pink stuff was growing inside of it?

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The hell is happening in your city?

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The end of the world

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🎙️do-re-mimimi Follow

Where else would you learn that?

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🚀jj-sails Follow

Alien invasion???? This is not how Jupiter Jim said it would go

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🦙dramallama Follow

So who had alien invasion on the 2020 apocalypse bingo card

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At this point no one is surprised

#give it two months. somehow something will find a way to top this

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⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

I lived bitch

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Context?

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No ✨

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🎨 asprinkleofrazzmatazz Follow

Sorry everyone ::> ︵ <:: No more art until my hands are healed up. Doctor’s orders

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Are you okay? 🥺🥺💞

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♡ ♡ Achy. But I realllllly want to drawwwwwww

#I have so many ideas right now #currently trying and failing to draw with feet #but I am determined

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Time to storm Area 51 again

#they can’t stop all of us #look I just want to see aliens in person okay #if they can’t invade my city then what’s the point #I know they have to be keeping some of those pink blobs in there

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🟦 outoftouchoutoftime Follow

Hello

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JUNIOR! HELLO

I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE INTERNET

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It’s Sensei’s fault

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#I?????? #don’t just look at me it was purple too

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🛸 atomiclass9000 Follow

I smell the scent of betrayal in the air.

#not science posting #blue I’m looking at you

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You are a time traveller sent back to stop the apocalypse before it ever began. Only problem is: you aren’t sent back far enough.

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Relatable

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Umm???

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🕜has-lou-jitsu-been-found-yet Follow

Day 3667 of me posting: no

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Wow this blog is dedicated

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🐝 dizzee-bee Follow

Why do aliens always invade NYC? What’s so special? Why don’t they ever invade Las Vegas huh? What about Boston? Where are my aliens in D.C? So many cities and you’re telling me they chose New York? If aliens really did invade I bet you they wouldn’t even come near it

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This post… aged

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Pay up op

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🦊redfoxtrott Follow

there’s something weird going on in this city. remember that time at the stadium? suddenly it’s a free for all on world domination i swear

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I thought the whole stadium thing was a publicity stunt

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I thought that was a rogue cosplayer

#for real though. What even happened to them?

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Wow. So tumblr thinks it can gaslight me int thinking aliens exits huh? Well think again

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Stop bringing up my username. You know im right

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🏒 hockeyordeath Follow

NO, MY KEYBOARD IS NOT STUCK LIKE THIS. EVERY LETTER I TYPE IS AS IT IS MEANT TO BE SAID. WITH PURPOSE AND VOLUME.

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IF MY USERNAME COULD BE IN CAPITALS YOU KNOW IT WOULD BE

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I can help with this

#give me one minute and some flavourless juice

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My apartment was almost flattened by a giant freakin robot a few years back. And now aliens????? I’m moving

#guys I’m just. So. Done with all of this

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🎙️do-re-mimimi Follow

So did the aliens just up and leave? What’s the story here?

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There have been various sightings of lights across the sky. I have not been able to find any reliable sources on the cause, but the general consensus is the lights pushed the aliens back where they came from.

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This photo of some person swinging around the city has been making rounds on twitter

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Pretty lights and vigilantes?

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So what are we calling these aliens? They need a cool, alien sounding name ‘cuz all I’ve been seeing around is ‘land squids’, ‘brain goop’ and shoutout to that one discord user who used the words ‘pink gelatinous parsnip’ to describe them.

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Have they ever seen a parsnip before?

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What about Utroms? They kinda look like the aliens from Jupiter Jim’s Last Trip to the Moon 9

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Isn’t your fandom super dead?

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Say that to our 80+ movies. Your faves could never

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Fandom still going strong 💪

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Why does everyone keep on calling them aliens? Are we sure they’re not just failed government test subjects? Haven’t there been mutant sightings in NYC before?

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Sorry, mutants???

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Nah it’s defo aliens

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#so far 3 votes for Utroms and 22 for parsnips #sigh

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Children are terrifying

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Agreed. But I feel like there’s a story here

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Was walking back from work, and I was like nearly home right? I turn a corner and there: a sea of cheering girl scouts. Who are they cheering on you ask? Their… cult (?) leader? Tearing one of those aliens apart with her bare hands. And the kids are just laughing and some are even joining in? They must have nerves of steel

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Woah

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@ HOCKEYORDEATH Hey look at this

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Set a profile picture because apparently everyone’s blocking me thinking I’m a bot?

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Sorry CJ

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asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the sunshine ☀️ Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know they make you happy

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Aww, hey Orange

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Hey, where’s my ask

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Orange?

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asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the bugs 🪳 Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know they’re bugging you

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Two can play at this game

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Jk ☀️☀️☀️

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I remember the good old days on tumblr. Back when my brothers didn’t know the name of my account. Back when they didn’t bug me in my inbox

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Then make another one?

🛸 atomiclass9000 Follow

Gasp. And leave behind a username such as this? I’m attached.

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What about your sister?

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You’re fine

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Favouritism

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Whoever you heroes are

Thank you.

❤️🧡💜💙

#I don’t know how you did it. Or what you even look like #but one thing is for sure and that’s that you are heroes

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klaus-littlestwolf · 6 months ago

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Making Dreams a Reality -Martin

I needed Martin content and there is only so many fics written so far and while many of them are fucking amazing, I’ve read them all so I figured, make your own (especially since several people asked for a Martin fic), and make him an Obsessive Yandere Stalker! So without further ado, Yandere Martin!

Warning:This is a Dark Yandere!Martin fic with potentially disturbing content, know your limits before reading Dark stories.

This Dark Content includes: Stalking, Use of Roofies,Forced Oral in Sleep (Fem Receiving), Somnophilia, Non/Dub Con, Manipulation, Naked Photos Taken while Asleep,Use of Daddy Kink, Severe Obsession

DD:DNE

Martin had always been a loner, from a very young age he had no friends, was constantly alone, and preferred the company of his skink that he had had since he was 12. He was comfortable in his solitude and always had been…until her.

Y/n L/n. She worked in the bookshop across the street from his favorite Vinyl shop and he found himself going there more and more just to watch her through the window at the register, checking out customers or reading a book. In fact he was there so much that the owner of the Vinyl shop clearly noticed what he was doing and found it funny. The 60 something year old man commented on how “fine” the young girl truly was and that the boy should just “toss her over his shoulder and carry her on home” if he likes her this much.

The Vinyl shop in town was closed for only a day before it reopened with a new manager that was an older lady. She loved to play her music and sing, not caring at all about how long Martin hung around, often appreciating having a strong young man that is willing to help move the boxes of vinyls upon delivery. She only ever commented on the girl he stares at once, encouraging him to go down the street to the flower shop and get her a bouquet to ask her on a date like men did in her day. He loved her sweet idea and made a mental note to bring her flowers one day when she was his girl to spoil her like she deserved.

His girl was lovely. The faces she would make as she read were adorable and Martin found he was smiling to himself every time she smiled or stuck her tongue out between her lips as she focused particularly hard as she counted money in the till. She was precious…and she was his.

As Martin laid in his bed, cum splattered across his stomach and chest after his third time jerking off that night, he knew that he couldn’t go on like this. His imagination could only get him so far.

He needed the real thing.

He needed Y/n…And so he would have her.

It was easy to put his plan into action considering he had been stalking her for almost a year by that point. He paid one of the guys he often does car-jitsu with to follow her in a very obvious way, steering her away from her usual direction home and towards the parking lot where they fight. Martin knew that if she was being followed that she would be drawn to a group of people and he was completely correct.

The first time he saw her out of work (when he wasn’t following her home as she’s just as much of a home body as he is) was from inside the car and he locked eyes with her, instantly trying to push down the reaction his cock was having from seeing the girl he’s wanted to shove it into for months as well as the adrenaline. He nodded his head to her, smiling and she blushed as she watched him pin the man, twisting his arm until he tapped out with the other one. She looked around apprehensively and he made a show of seeming concerned, opening the car door and stepping out, scanning over the small crowd quickly and seeing his buddy had disappeared like he was supposed to…Martin can take it from here.

‘Hi there. Haven’t seen you here before, I would’ve remembered you. Usually its always the same girls or kids recording us.’ He joked, chuckling awkwardly.

‘Oh, no. I’ve never-um…there was this big guy following me after work and I ended up here cause I didn’t want him to know where I lived…I’m sorry, I’m fucking you up right now!’ She apologized as the next guy was rushing Martin to get back into the car.

‘No, please don’t apologize love. Stay and hang out for a bit until you’re sure he’s gone, in fact I’ll walk you home. I won’t let anyone touch you, Scouts honor…I wasn’t a Boy Scout but you get it.’ He got her to smile and he loved it even more than every other smile he’d seen because he’d made it happen. ‘I’m Martin by the way.’

‘Y/n. Nice to meet you Martin, and thank you. Take your time, I’m not in a rush. I would love to see more of…this?’

And so she stayed. He went three more rounds before giving his place over to walk her home. He hated “quitting” but for her? He would tap out a million times over.

‘Where do you work? Must be close if you’re walking.’ Martin spoke, trying to get the basic knowledge that he needed to know out of the way without her realizing that he already knew it.

‘Oh, I work at Plot Twist, the book shop on the corner back there. It was always my happy place in school and when I turned 16 the owner offered me a job since I practically worked there anyway.’ She explained and he could see how much she loved it.

‘That’s cool. You like to read?’

‘Constantly. It’s a perfect job, I get fantastic discounts and I get to read all day when I don’t have to stock or ring people up. Plus the coffee shop next door has great hot chocolate.’ She giggled.

This was a new sound for Martin that he had never heard before and it shot straight to his dick. ‘That sounds really cool, perfect for you. I’ve never been much of a reader but I’ll stop in sometime, I spend a lot of time in the Vinyl shop across the street, I’ve definitely seen you before-I knew you looked familiar.’ He teased making her smile.

‘Well, stop in and I promise I’ll find you something you’ll like. I’ll even give you my employee discount…this is me.’ She said stopping at an apartment complex.

‘Need me to walk you in?’ He offered but she shook her head.

‘You’ve done more than enough Martin. I really appreciate it.’

‘Anytime Y/n, it was really nice talking to you.’ As she moved to open the door he took hold of her hand and bowed his head before kissing her knuckle sweetly, grinning and making her laugh at his teasing.

‘Goodnight Martin.’ With that he watched her walk inside before turning and making his way back home, his erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

He had touched her! Only her hand, but her skin was so soft he couldn’t help but imagine it on him everywhere. He was so focused on touching her that he hadn’t even asked for her number like he meant to but she had invited him to her work, he would get it tomorrow. For now, he knew he would be desperately fucking his hand until his cock was raw or until he finally passed out.

‘Welcome to Plot Twist, is there anything that you’re-Martin!’ He watched his girls face light up as he walked in and he was instantly thrilled that he brings her so much happiness. He did have to readjust himself though as she walked around the counter and pulled him into a hug, her breasts pressing to his chest. ‘Are you ready to find a book? What kinds of things are you into besides car fights?’ She teased and he found he couldn’t stop staring at her smile.

‘I’m…I don’t know? I love my skink and music I suppose-‘

‘Music!’ She cut him off. ‘What kinds of music? You strike me as a Hard Rock kind of guy, Maybe you’d be more into magazines? We have a tons of music magazines that you’d probably like? Rocksound? Revolver? I personally love Kerrang myself-‘

‘Oh, I love Kerrang! Gotta order it though, but it’s worth it cause they always have awesome interviews!’ Martin found himself truly surprised by her interest but he was happy for it, he had known that he made a good choice on Y/n and she just kept proving him right the more she talked.

‘Well you can get it here. We don’t get many copies but I always snag one off the top every month. I can do the same for you if you’d like and put it off to the side? Actually, there was one put on hold to be picked up before noon today and they never came, interested?’

‘Fuck Yeah, you are awesome! Gotta make sure I can keep getting them every issue, I have all of them dating back to the beginning.’ He really did have every issue but he knew that was likely to get her attention and give her a reason to come to his place.

‘Oh my God, what?! All of them?’ He nodded.

‘All the way back to June 1981, you should come and check them out sometime. It’s nice to talk to someone who shares my interests in this shitty town.’

‘I would Love that Martin, yeah! When?’ She asked, moving back behind the counter and looking along the shelf, pulling the magazine from the brown paper bag that it had been on hold in.

‘What time are you off? You can come to mine and hang out? Music, horror movies, pizza?’ Martin knew that with anyone else he would come off as awkward and weird but he knew his girl didn’t see that at all and she was quick to agree to the date.

‘Okay! Yeah, I’m done at 5 and I’m off tomorrow, so we can hang out for as long as we want.’ She scanned the magazine alnd applied her discount like she had promised before handing him the bag with a smile.

He didn’t know how long they stood there like that just smiling at each other but they were shaken out of it by the bell above the door that rang as a man walked in. ‘Okay, well I’ll come and meet you here at 5 then.’

‘See you then.’ With that he was out the door, turning back and smiling at her to see her watching him as well.

‘I’m here to pick up a magazine I put on hold yesterday. The name is Barker.’ Martins eyes widened and Y/n just seemed to roll her at him.

‘I said it would be held until noon, it is after noon sir, so sorry. Be here on time next time, like I told you-the magazine is very popular.’ He held in his snort until he got out of the store, grinning like an idiot and nearly running home to clean his room. He pulled out all of the magazines and ordered a pizza to be delivered at 6:30 before showering and washing the blood off of him from the night before that hadn’t come off from just scrubbing his face.

Martin thought about what Y/n’s hands would feel like. They would be soft and amazing, and he’s sure she would clean blood off of him after every night of car-jitsu. She would tend to him like a good girlfriend and he couldn’t wait for it, determined to feel exactly what her hands felt like that night.

He met her at the bookshop right on time and walked her back to his place where they spent the next hour reading through the magazines and talking about their favorite bands. She surprised him a bit with her knowledge but it only made him all the more confident that she was made just for him.

They ate dinner when it arrived and he decided that he couldn’t do without her anymore, he needed to ensure she didn’t leave him. He ended up doing something he knew was wrong but he couldn’t help himself as he made her tea and crushed up the sleeping pills into a white powder, pouring them into the hot drink before delivering it to her on his bed.

They laid there together and she willingly snuggled close to him as they watched her favorite horror movie, staying exactly like that until the medication began taking effect and her eyes began falling shut.

‘God I’m tired…must have been a longer day than I realized…I should get home.’ She yawned but his arm tightened around her waist.

‘You can stay. You shouldn’t be walking this late anyway. I don’t want anything happening to you.’ He admitted and she paused but nodded, not in a place to argue with how exhausted she was.

‘I’m sorry. I’m so tired…I-I don’t…’

‘Me too…I feel like I need a nap…’ Martin responded, pretending to be tired too, laying down onto the bed and giving her space before she did, pulling the blanket over her and closing his eyes and waiting for her to pass out. She actually snuggled up to what she assumed was his sleeping body before passing out.

That was way too easy. He made a vow that he would protect her from anything and everything from that moment on, never leaving her in any kind of danger other than himself considering how easy it was to drug her and she didn’t even question her sudden sleepiness.

He pulled the blanket back down, leaning close and nuzzling into her neck where he licked a trail up to her ear. ‘So fucking perfect Darling. Daddies gonna take such care of you…all mine! Gonna make you feel so good.’ His hands moved to pull at her dress, pushing it up and kissing down her chest and belly, shoving his face between her legs and inhaling deeply. ‘Fuck! I’m gonna taste you for fucking hours!’ He got the dress off of her before pulling out his phone and taking a picture of her pretty red lace panties. He couldn’t stop himself from taking another one before repositioning her and taking another. She was the loveliest thing he had ever seen and he was determined to convince her to pose for him later in their relationship.

Martin pulled her panties down her legs before leaning back down and kissing her thighs several times. She smelled of the pomegranate mango body wash that he knew she used as well as her arousal, a fact that just got him more hard when he realized that she was wet. Sticking his tongue out, Martin gave her cunt a test lick, tasting her for the first time and knowing that he would never get enough of her. He had waited for this moment for so long and it was just as perfect as he imagined, especially as Y/n let out a loud moan upon his lips wrapping around her clit, sucking firmly. It was him! He was here doing this! He was the one making her feel so good!

His cock was throbbing and he could barely stand it anymore, pulling his pants and boxers down before lifting her legs around his waist and resting his member against her slit. Sliding his cock up and down against her was made simple with just how wet she really was. ‘Fuck Y/n, so God damn perfect, aren’t you baby? Daddy’s good little girl, giving me your wet little cunt, never keeping her away from me again.’ He’d already had to wait a year for this moment, he would never wait again, he would make his baby so horny for him that she’ll allow him to use her whenever he wants. ‘You’ll be my needy little baby, won’t you? Yeah, you will. My desperate little Princess.’ He pressed his lips to hers, having to physically restrain himself from not only biting her flesh and leaving hickeys on her but from pressing his cock into her and filling her with everything he had just for her. It was for her, everything that he was belonged to her and Martin truly believed that the only place his cum belonged was inside of his girl-not yet though. He couldn’t risk losing her.

Instead he sat back and finished onto her stomach, panting heavily before taking one final picture, saving them into a private folder that needed a password to access and moving to clean her off. Martin enjoyed the act of cleaning her up, something that he knew he would continue to enjoy doing every time that they were together, determined to make her feel how loved she was. Pulling her clothes back on was simple before covering her with a blanket and laying snuggled up into her side, cuddling into her for the night.

Martin awoke the next morning around 9 and enjoyed his morning with her, watching her sleep peacefully for about 20 minutes before she began moving, opening her eyes just as he shut his and felt her moving around. He peeked his eyes open, watching her move the blanket and check her clothes, seeing that she was still dressed and he had to resist the urge to smirk.

Y/n laid back down, moving closer to him and snuggling him before he groaned, opening his eyes and stretching. ‘Good morning…how did you sleep?’ He asked, smiling at her and watching her blush sweetly.

‘Really well. Your bed is comfortable. I’m still a little groggy but I’m too hungry to care.’ He smiled wider at that, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

‘Let’s order breakfast, I don’t want to move yet. You’re too comfy.’ He teased, nuzzling into her neck and she giggled, settling down against him and letting him enjoy his nuzzling as much as he liked. ‘You’re so soft.’ He spoke before taking a chance and kissing her neck softly. Y/n just tightened her grip on him and so he did it again, kissing up her neck behind her ear. ‘I’ve been dying to kiss you since I first saw you…tell me that I can?’ He whispered to her and she nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck as he moved to press his lips to hers. He settled a hand on her back as his other rested on her hip, rolling them over so that he was on top of her and her legs came up to wrap around his waist. Martin moved his hand to her exposed thigh and pushed it up her soft skin, hearing her moan. He pushed his hips up, grinding against her clothed cunt, her moan turning to a soft whimper and he could feel his cock harder than ever rubbing against her.

‘Don’t stop…Fuck Martin!’ She threw her head back as he trailed his lips back to her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin teasingly before she humped her hips up against him hard. His hands grabbed onto her thighs and he pulled her legs around him tighter, grinding down into her harder than before, feeling the needy mess that she was becoming.

‘You feel so good Princess.’ He mumbled, her hands tangling into his hair and pulling his lips back to hers. He licked her bottom lip and she parted them to let him in, his tongue tasting her for the first time and moaning loudly. He pulled at her dress and her hands moved to yank it over her head, leaving her in her panties which he got a quickly view of, enjoying her exposed tits before she pulled him back into the kiss. He humped his hips against her harder, her legs tightening before she released him again to pull her panties off and dragging his boxers down enough to free his leaking cock which instantly pressed to her slit, the head rubbing against her clit hard enough for her to cry out against his lips. ‘Fuck, you’re so wet…’ he mumbled, never pulling away from her lips. ‘Please? Let me inside? I’ll fuck you so good Princess…fuck! Let Daddy make you feel good…’ He lifted her waist to press harder to her wet slit, her pussy lips parting for his cock as he rubbed against her deliciously.

‘Want you inside me…please?’ She whimpered and he moved to take ahold of his cock, pressing against her hole and pushing into her in one deep movement.

‘Oh Fuck! So tight…perfect fucking pussy…’ he thrust up into her roughly, his tongue licking up her jaw to the shell of her ear while she continued whimpering like a needy whore. ‘Been thinking about this pussy since the moment I first saw you…I knew you’d be so tight for me! All fucking mine now, aren’t you baby?’

‘Yes! Yours Martin! All yours! Oh God!’

‘You wanna cum for me, baby? Wanna cream on my cock? Gonna squeeze me so tight while I fill this little cunt, aren’t you?’

She whimpered, nodding into his neck frantically. ‘Yes! Yes, please?! Please let me cum?!’ Y/n begged, Martin feeling the tears falling from her eyes onto the skin of his shoulder. God, she’s so desperate, he knew she was perfect but his girl is a little slut too. His perfect little slut to fuck and fill over and over.

‘Cum for me baby, cum for me while I fill your cunt full of me! Gonna fuck you until you’re leaking around my cock, my messy little pussy!’

‘Yes! Yours, g-gonna-Fuck! Oh God!’ She cried out quite loudly as she clamped down on his cock like the most beautiful vice grip he’s ever felt. A jolt of pleasure shot up his spine as he came, burying his cock as deep into her as he could and filling her womb with everything he had for her, immediately praying that it takes.

‘Such a little good girl for me. Gonna let your Daddy cum in this hole over and over again until your belly starts growing my baby. Fuck!’ He was still hard, not willing to stop fucking her yet now that he has her. He’s been waiting for her for too long.

‘M-Martin! Oh fuck! What-‘

‘I’m not done with you yet Princess. Told you your gonna be leaking by the time I’m finished!’ He tucked his arms under her back and lifted her up as he sat back on his knees, thrusting up into her body.

‘Oh God! So d-deep! Please-‘

‘Don’t worry Princess, I’m gonna fill you up again. Your womb will be stuffed full of me, I promise! Gonna give you my babies!’ She cried out, pleasure mixing with the pain as he rammed his cock so deep it hurt, fucking her harder than she thought possible but it was so perfect she never wanted him to stop. ‘That’s it Y/n! This body is all mine now, this tight little hole is gonna take everything I give her and beg me for more! Fuck! Take My Cum!’

‘Ahh! Too much!’

‘Never too much for my pussy, she takes everything I give her. Takes Me So-Ahh! Good! Fuck!’ He growled deep in his chest, one arm around her waist and the other holding her shoulder as he pulled her down onto his cock hard and shot his cum straight up into her body.

Y/n had never let anyone cum inside of her before and she never could have imagined someone filling her so much but she could feel the stretch from how full she was and it hurt but it felt so good she could only cry as she came on his cock, squirting around him and making a slick mess all over his thighs.

‘Fuck…such a mess you made my love. Did I make you feel so good you needed to squirt all over me?’ She nodded, tears still leaking from her eyes as he still held her down onto his cock, not about to move from her body. ‘You’re all mine now. I’m gonna fill you with my cum everyday until you are crying in pleasure.’ He promised, pressing his lips to hers softly.

Martin laid her back onto the bed and stayed deep inside of her, his cock kissing her womb perfectly after having battered it painfully with his cock and forcing his jizz into her. He kissed over her face sweetly as she began to drift back off to sleep after the physical exertion.

‘That’s my good girl, you go to sleep. When you wake up we’ll talk all about moving you in here with me. Gonna take good care of my girl and my baby she’ll soon be carrying.’ He swore, kissing her cheek softly before pulling the blankets up over the both of them.

After nearly a year he finally has her just the way he wants her and he will never let her out of his grasp again.

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redroomreflections · 5 months ago

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PRESIDENTIAL AU TIDBITS

this is all just for fun for the time being. I'm also watching scandal

The heels of your pumps clicked against the marble floors as you strode down the hallway, your assistant barely keeping pace beside you, rattling off the day’s remaining tasks. You scrolled through your Blackberry to get through as many emails as possible as you headed through the West Wing toward the Oval Office.

“Senator Hughes wants a call before the end of the night, your briefing with the Joint Chiefs has been moved up to seven-thirty, and the French ambassador is still requesting a follow-up—”

Behind you, a few agents followed in silence. You had a handle on multitasking as you shook your head.

"Tell Senator Hughes I'm busy, reschedule the Joint Chiefs for eight, and tell the ambassador to send an official request."

You rounded the corner and passed through security, where agents were scanning the room before moving on.

"And the Canadian prime minister?"

"Cancel."

She nodded, writing down the messages as you walked. Your mind was on the rest of the day, already calculating the best course of action. As you neared the Oval Office, Janie glanced down at her notes and hesitated for half a second before speaking again.

“Oh, and the press office wants to know if you’re available for a soft feature on ‘A Day in the Life of the President.’”

You scoffed, not even looking up from your Blackberry. “Sure. Let’s start with ‘watching government officials ignore basic logic in real-time.’ Think that’ll make the cut?”

Janie bit back a laugh, shaking her head. “I’ll let them know you’re considering it.”

You smirked, finally glancing up. “Good. And tell them if they ask again, I’ll be sure to schedule it right after my deep dive into international debt reform. Should be riveting content.”

Janie chuckled under her breath but quickly straightened when she noticed you raising a brow.

"Who's this?" You gestured to Natasha with a thumb over your shoulder.

"This is your new agent, Natalie Rushman," Janie replied, flipping through her notes without missing a beat. "Former U.S. Army, served three years, transferred to the Secret Service after a stint in counterterrorism. Black belt in karate and jiu-jitsu, fluent in five languages, advanced marksmanship, defensive driving, explosives training—”

You exhaled sharply, giving the woman in question a once-over. She was composed, standing with perfect posture, expression unreadable.

“Impressive,” You admitted, crossing your arms. “And finally, some more estrogen on the team. It’s about time.”

Janie smirked, but Natasha didn’t so much as blink. You continued walking as Janie spouted off more things on your to do list.

"No, reschedule," You shook your head. "No, no, yes, no," you muttered, walking faster. You turned around, striding in the other direction.

“And,” Janie's assistant continued, flipping through her notes, “Sophia’s on line two.”

That gave you pause. “My Sophia?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “Alright, I’ll take it in the Oval.”

By the time you stepped inside of the office, you had already slipped off your blazer and were rolling up your sleeves. You pressed the blinking line on your desk phone, trusting that someone else would close the door.

"Sophia?” You called. "Hi, baby, how are you?"

A dramatic sigh came from the receiver. “Oh, so you do remember I exist.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose again. “It’s been a day, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, well, it was a day for me too,” Sophia said. “Specifically, a day where you forgot I had my orchestra concert. Again.”

Shit.

Before you could apologize, Sophia kept going.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. You were probably off saving the country or whatever. Meanwhile, I had to play the first chair with zero moral support—do you know how stressful that is?—and then Mellie had the audacity to say—”

Your daughter’s voice dropped into a furious rant about her classmate, and that’s when the expletives started. Creative ones. Vivid ones. Ones you were certain Sophia did not learn in your household.

"She's such a stupid bitch, and—don't tell me not to call her that, she is—and it's just not fair. Why can't people be nice for once, instead of being mean, or annoying, or rude, or—"

You let her vent for a while, nodding as she rambled. You pressed the button to switch from speaker to receiver and pressed the phone to your ear.

“—an absolute, delusional, gaslighting little—”

“Sophia.”

“What?”

Your voice flattened. “Language.”

Sophia scoffed. “Oh, now you want to parent me.”

You sighed, dragging a hand down your face. “I’ll make it up to you, alright? Dinner on me, of course. Tomorrow night at eight. And we’re having a conversation about your vocabulary.”

A pause.

“Fine,” Sophia muttered. “But I want sushi. And not the cheap kind.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile. “Noted. Now go do your homework.”

“Okay, get off my back," You could practically hear the eye roll.

"I love you, Sophia," You said.

"Love you too, Madam President,"

You hung up, tossing the phone onto your desk.

"Is something funny, Janie?"

"No, m'am," Janie quickly shook her head. Your eyes glanced over to the new agent. Natalie was still stone faced but something in her look told you she agreed with Janie.

"Natalie?" You asked

“Your daughter has exceptional tactical vocabulary, ma'am."

Janie bit back a laugh. Your glare snapped to your assistant, but there was no real heat behind it.

"Get out," You ordered, trying to hide your own smile.

Janie cleared her throat, collected her files, and headed toward the door.

"Yes, m'am," She grinned. "Though you should know Quinn and Joseph are on their way in less than..."

Before she could finish, the twins burst through the Oval Office, making a beeline for you.

Quinn clutched a well-loved stuffed pig in her arms, her determined steps making it clear she had a mission. Joseph trailed close behind. Their nanny barely managed to keep up, looking apologetic as she hovered in the doorway.

“Mom!” Quinn called, ignoring every ounce of decorum the room demanded as she rounded the desk. Joseph followed suit, reaching for your hand as soon as he was close enough.

You sighed, but there was no real exasperation behind it. “I thought it was bedtime?”

Quinn clambered into your lap without hesitation, clutching her stuffed pig like a battle companion. “We tried. Didn’t stick.”

Joseph, slightly more diplomatic, rested his chin on your desk. “We missed you.”

Your features softened as you smoothed a hand over Quinn’s hair and gave Joseph’s cheek a quick kiss. "Two executive orders just walked into the room." You said.

"Mama, can you read us to bed tonight?" Joseph asked.

"Yes, Mom," Quinn looked up, batting her eyelashes.

"Bribery is a form of coercion," You said.

"So is lying," Joseph said.

"And cheating."

"And stealing."

"And killing people," Quinn added.

"Okay, okay," You held up your hands, laughing. "Point taken. I cannot read you a story tonight. I still have a few things to do."

"Aww," Quinn groaned, pouting. "Do they have to do with the big secret thingy?"

"The 'secret thingy'?" You raised a brow.

"Yeah, the thingy we're not supposed to talk about because of national security and stuff," Quinn nodded.

"Quinn, I know you've heard the word 'secret' before, so maybe you could elaborate?"

"No, that's a good explanation," Joseph said. "'Secret' means no one should know about it."

You smiled, brushing the hair out of Joseph's face. "Well, this 'secret thingy,'" You used finger quotations for the phrase. "Is just some boring adult stuff."

"But Sophia's not an adult, and she knows," Quinn said.

"Sophia knows nothing," You denied. "Now, I want you two to meet my new agent. She'll be with us for the foreseeable future."

The twins' heads snapped around, looking at the new agent for the first time.

"She's pretty," Quinn said. "Doesn't look mean either."

"You can't just say that," Joseph scolded.

"Why not? It's true."

"I'm sorry about them," You addressed Natasha. Natasha only nodded. "You can talk to me, Natalie. I don't have a stick up my behind despite the rumors."

"Yes, ma'am." Natalie nodded. "Nice to meet you both." She said rather stiffly but not unfriendly.

Quinn narrowed her eyes, sizing Natasha up with the intensity of a pint-sized interrogator. “So, where are you from?”

“New York,” Natasha answered evenly.

Joseph crossed his arms. “Have you ever had to jump in front of a bullet for someone?”

Natasha tilted her head slightly. “Not yet.”

Quinn leaned forward, her stuffed pig tucked under one arm. “Can you do karate?”

“Yes.”

“Like, really good karate?”

“Yes.”

Joseph gasped. “Can you throw someone through a window?”

Natasha’s lips twitched. “Depends on the window.”

The twins exchanged looks, clearly impressed. Quinn gave a solemn nod. “Okay. I guess you can stay.”

Before they could continue their interrogation, you raised a hand. “Alright, that’s enough. This is not a Senate hearing.” You turned to Natasha, shaking your head. “I swear they get it from their sister.”

Natasha gave a slight shrug, but you noticed her eyes crinkle.

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #just for fun #not going to be a real story #unless

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sealofarchives · 1 year ago

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Could you create a headcanon for ‘Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ about what kind of fathers Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey would be? I find this idea fun. :3

Headcanon: Rise!Turtles being dads and sweetest husband to the reader (Separate) (Requested prompt)

A/N: I'm still uncomfortable with the idea of aging up the guys towards "mature content."

However, this idea was really cute. It only made sense for this prompt where the guys are aged up with some reference to their bad end!future selves. I went with around early 30's when the turtle of your choice and the reader are in a committed relationship and currently raising a kid at the moment.

So please have common sense and think before typing some snarky response with 'oh aged up content is bad lol' (Because I will put those ideas on the 'do not write list' if people get too weird about it...)

Raph

You know how he has the habit of that one baby voice with Mayhem. (and a bit of the hey buddy tone towards Mikey or Donnie)

- His kid is never gonna escape from it. (even by the time the kid is a grown up)

He definitely panicked for a bit when his kid (during the energetic toddler phase) enjoyed climbing over a big guy like him.

- So he had to ask Donnie to make a battle shell specifically as a soft cushion. So the spiky shell doesn't accidentally scratch the kid.

Part of him is worried anytime he has to scold his kid. And only when you're around is when he feels okay to do so.

- He definitely does the "Did you ask (Y/N) if you could have another cookie?" sort of question. (Sometimes willing to go along with what his kid wants or following (Y/N) if he got caught spoiling the kid)

You're getting at least one peck on the cheek by the end of the day.

- Or earlier in the day if he accidentally woke you up.

Compared to his younger self who slightly whined about chores, he grew to enjoy it when both of you worked on it together.

- Laundry being one example where you're usually folding clothing fresh from the dryer. And he stacks a pile back into the clean basket/hamper.

His eyesight in the right eye has gotten a bit worse. (not as bad as his bad end counterpart where he needs an eyepatch) But, you often act as his extra set of eyes and call out to any surprise attacks.

- Which earned the title of you two with a tag team couple and he still blushes thinking about it.

Leo

Every few hours before a night patrol, he always checks in to see what his kid is up to and often gives a hug before leaving.

Often gives bedtime stories through retellings of Lou Jitsu's movies or Jupiter Jim's comics.

- Even acting out of some of the scenes before a yawn decides its time to sleep.

Gave one of his spare bandana scarves to his kid.

- Had the biggest grin on his face when the kid realized "Oh hey! We're matching!!!"

Almost similar to the night patrol part, but if you can't make it because of work or some other boring life detour.

- Its a portal away for a light hang out sesh. For both of you to take a breather away from the grown up life.

Late night conversations are just a regular thing between the two of you.

- Especially when he couldn't sleep. By the time he almost dozes off to sleep in your arms, he still playfully teases you that your voice is soothing to him.

When light conversations about the bad end future was brought up during a casual match of video games, he was never used to the idea that he had a prosthetic arm.

- You instantly hugged his right arm, jokingly reassuring him.

"As long as you can crack a joke in the most serious moment. I'll still know that its you Leo."

"Even in a timeline where, me and the guys were raised by Draxum?"

You gave the red slider turtle a 'really?' pout before he hugged you into his lap.

"Nah I'm just kidding, but for real though. Draxum's former henchmen are still goofballs that know their way around the city. I'm pretty sure that Leo could get a couple of one liners and maybe from you as well."

Donnie

Almost went into a frenzy trying to child-proof the lair. (Especially the month before the kid's arrival changed the atmosphere) But eventually settled down.

- Realizing it would have stressed his kid out by any sudden new changes (and a bit of his family and your help explaining the reasoning as well)

Leo's showboating energy transferred to him but, in a way that, the softshell turtle is very grateful. That he has you as a spouse and both of you raising a kid along side his sentient inventions. And will try to bring it up in any conversation.

- The whole wallet photo gag of him showing family pictures. You love this silly turtle but, usually lightly pinch his face if its the wrong time for that.

He lights up whenever his kid goes to him for any sort of question.

- He slightly restrains himself to avoid going overboard with the answer. But, his kid is smart enough to know that and sometimes tells you that he's not being himself again.

Cannot force himself to sleep unless you're beside him. (or if you have to drag him to bed yourself)

- The few times where he woke up while you were still sleeping. He always gives you a light hug and a kiss on the forehead before getting out of bed.

He subtly took interest in one of your hobbies. (Either an ongoing or a new one) Just so he can step away from a tedious project that was going nowhere and not bother you with the boring details about it.

- Sometimes mentioning a fun fact to impress you.

You gave into his idea of letting your kid have a similar weapon like Casey Jr's.

- Only when they reached their 13th birthday and learning the basics of: constructing it and fixing parts along side their dad. How to use it defensively, offensively, and etc.

Mikey

Considering how his future self had some hair on his head, he kept it long so he can do a few matching embarrassing baby photos to his kid.

- Like giving the kid a tiny ponytail and etc. He definitely cried a bit while having his signature grin when the kid pulled too hard on his hair, laughing at one of his jokes. And you had to step in to help him.

He knows how to work around some of his kid's picky eating habits. Usually making sure his kid is having fun or decorating the plate in an artistic manner.

- However, there are times when the kid can hide the veggie or fruit out of plain sight. Or his kid asks his uncles for help when Mikey's focused on some other thing.

Absolutely does that peek-a-boo trick with hiding his face or whole body into his shell.

- He was nervous at first, if the trick might have scared his kid but, no the kid was giggling. Curiously crawling towards him in awe of it.

Will sometimes make meals ahead of time. (often being, if you returned from work, too exhausted to greet him)

- Either leaving a note on a plastic container in the fridge of: [(Y/N)'s breakfast: DO NOT EAT unless you want an surprise session with Dr Delicate Touch </3] (this also applies to lunch as well)

On very rare occasions, he will temporary wear a cloaking brooch. If you're at an area isn't very friendly towards mutants and/or yokai.

- The one time that happened, is when you forgot to bring your lunch at a job that barely lasted a week. (Stuff that was out of your control but, he was relieved that you got out of that place before your coworkers decided to physically fight back at the manager)

Spends at least one day in the week with you to do some light meditative exercises.

- On the really bad days, he doesn't mind letting you hold his hand as a stress ball or just have a quiet moment to relax while his brothers babysit your kid.

#rottmnt x reader #raph x reader #rise raph x reader #leo x reader #rise leo x reader #donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader #mikey x reader #rise mikey x reader #I added the husband part because I couldn't think of anything else #like without making the dad portion too similar to each other #despite some of splinter's questionable parenting habits he really raised good turtles #so I went towards more lighthearted goofy stuff because my heart cannot take angst (bad end future was already enough for me lol TT w TT)#I already have a biased who's my favorite but this is the first time I'm struggling to write about f!leo #I need help lol

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tizeline · 1 year ago

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Hello ooohs! I just wanted to say that I adore your AU and just can't get enough of the change in dynamics for Rise!!

Your designs are incredible (( especially Leo's!! He is so adorable <3 )) and I get so excited each time you post!

So I have a question I want to ask: I have a huge soft spot a mile wide for Leo/Splinter family bond dynamic. I just turn to mush every time their familial bond is portrayed in comics/fanart/ and fanfiction.

Anyway! My question is: do Leo and Splinter develop a close relationship with each other later in the AU after meeting for the first time? I mean it has been shown how much of a fan boy Leo is for Splinter XD. Can your provide more insight into it and what Splinter thinks of the other three kids?

I also wanted to bring up a small error in The Cell part 3 that I noticed

For Donnie: "that's " was it supposed to be "that" ?

If not then I'm sorry for nitpicking your work. I just figured I'd help but my apologies <3 I still want to stress that I adore this AU so much and in extension; platonically adore you!! Keep being the best that you can be and take care!

Love,

🌹

Thank you!

And skfskbdwlskdisj yessss I love Splinter's and Leo's dynamic you're so real for that. And yeah, out of the of the Drax Bros, Leo is the one who ends up growing the closest to Splinter, both because he's been a secret Lou Jitsu fanboy for years at this point, but also because Leo was the first to change his mind on the evil world domination plan. Leo freed Donnie from imprisonment and tried to help him stop The Foot and The Shredder in the season 1 finale, and I imagine Splinter would be quite appreciative of that.

Not to mention, after Leo technically betrayed his family (even if it was for good reasons) Leo's and Draxum's relationship is a bit tense to say the least. And we see in the show that Leo has a tendency to seek out extra father figures, so in the AU Leo would be quite enthusiastic to recieve any positive attention from Splinter.

Splinter I imagine would feel rather guilty about not being able to rescue any of the turtles aside from Donnie when he fled Draxum's lair. He'd wanted to prevent Draxum from raising them as soldiers, so in failing to do that Splinter would continue to worry about how they were doing even years after the incident. After encountering the Drax Trio again years later, he'd be relieved that they don't seem to be TOO traumatized or anything, but they ARE still child soldiers, so that's a yikes.

That being said, while Splinter would've liked to find a way to get the other turtles away from Draxum, his priorities very much lie with Donnie. Considering how powerful Draxum is, and how Big Mama would also be looking for him, Splinter couldn't risk going back to the Hidden City to try to get Donnie's brothers without risking both his own and Donnie's safety. So he decided to cut his losses and play it safe by laying low in NYC and putting as much effort as he could into only protecting Donnie. This stays the same even after Donnie runs into his brothers as a teen, Splinter feels no ill will towards the other three turtles, but they WERE raised by Draxum so he does not trust them. Leo gains his trust after helping Donnie in the season 1 finale, but it takes some more time for him to start fully trusting Raph and Mikey because he wants to be sure that they're not gonna switch back to being evil or something and try to kidnap Donnie again.

Splinter's relationship with Draxum is the same as in the show, Splinter hates Draxum, Draxum hates Splinter, and there is NO underlying homoerotic tension between the two of them WHATSOEVER!

... Anyway, with that concluded, that IS a typo goddamit. I do appreciate people pointing out spelling and grammar mistakes in the comics I make, so thanks for that. But also it's a small enough mistake that I'm probably just gonna leave it be, I'm to lazy to fix it XD

#Tiz Sep AU #tizel talk #tmnt #rottmnt

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the-most-humble-blog · 2 months ago

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🛐 HE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR PANTSUIT, SWEETHEART

You do know this, right?

There’s a certain breed of man —

The kind whose blood still carries iron and unspoken violence — who doesn’t give two sweaty f*cks about:

Your overpriced degrees

Your pantsuit tailor-made to hide the softness you’re terrified to admit still matters

Your feminist-accredited self-defense classes taught by a part-time Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu coach who still gets folded like a lawn chair by hungover amateurs every Sunday

You think your independence is a shield?

To the average man, enraged, focused, unchained from the system that usually protects you?

Your belt rank is worth less than the bird shit that’ll hit your Range Rover windshield at 70mph.

🧠 THE HARD TRUTH:

The only “men” who get hard when you list your career goals and your five-year plan to conquer LinkedIn — are the ones already planning to use you like:

An emotional ATM

A fleshlight with frequent flyer miles

A resume booster until a newer, wetter, tighter model comes along

You’re not a partner. You’re a payment plan.

🚫 YOUR INDEPENDENCE ISN’T A TURN-ON

Not to a man worth the gravel in his voice.

He doesn’t want your résumé. He doesn’t want your LinkedIn. He doesn’t want your corporate headshot smile covering a womb full of neglected femininity.

He wants loyalty. He wants softness with teeth. He wants a woman who knows that submission is survival, not surrender.

🛡️ PANTS DON'T WIN BATTLES

Here’s what your pantsuit won't do:

It won’t stop a man’s hands when you finally hit that moment where raw biological hierarchy reasserts itself

It won’t block instinct

It won’t make him fear you

The myth that “strong women” can square off against enraged men? Pure Netflix masturbation fantasy.

An average untrained male, spiked with adrenaline, will ragdoll your “self-defense holds” into orthopedic billing nightmares.

💀 WHAT REAL MEN SEE:

You announce your six-figure job. You flex your degrees. You flaunt your solo trips and your mortgage.

And the real men? They nod politely — and disqualify you silently.

Because they don’t want another competitor. They want a f*cking queen. Not a masculine cosplayer who bought a womb and forgot it had original firmware installed.

🧠 TL;DR

Your pantsuit doesn’t make you intimidating.

Your degrees don’t make you irreplaceable.

Your Jiu-Jitsu coach is the only one submitting when the bell rings for real.

And your independence only matters to scavengers — not kings.

A man doesn’t want to pin your résumé to his wall. He wants to claim your loyalty in blood and memory.

If you can’t kneel for the right man,

don’t be surprised when the wrong men walk you like a tax write-off.

💣 CALL TO ACTION:

🔁 Reblog this if you’re tired of LinkedIn romances killing real loyalty 👑 Save it if you know softness beats spreadsheets in the end ⚔️ Send it to the woman who thinks her blue check replaces her blush 🧨 Bookmark it if you know strength in a woman is the ability to follow the right man without trembling

⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER: This post is Blacksite Literature™, biological hierarchy commentary, cultural survival warfare, and emotional correction protected under literary satire and gender truth doctrines.

If you’re offended: Find your self-defense coach. Maybe he can teach you how to defend against reality.

🛐

🛡️ BLACKSITE LOYALTY DRILL™

🛐 BLACKSITE CHALLENGE: “WOULD YOU FOLLOW HIM INTO THE DARK?”

For the women still chasing “power”:

Ask yourself:

When the lights go out, and the grid dies, and the fists fly, and the real men rise —

Would your résumé save you? Would your job title defend you? Would your LinkedIn teach you how to trust the right hands?

Or would you finally realize:

Survival was never corporate. It was primal.

🔥 Reblog if you know loyalty is the final resume ⚡ Save if you’d kneel to the right man and never flinch 📡 DM it to the woman who forgot why submission was sacred

🔁Reblog to keep my signal to mankind going strong.

#blacksite literature™#bloodline loyalty truths #survivalist relationship cadence #masculine emotional warfare #evolutionary loyalty survival #funny #memes #aesthetic tumblr #aesthetic #twitter #archive of our own #spilled ink #writing #writers on tumblr #humor #funny post #art #artists on tumblr

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fandsart · 5 months ago

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What's in Deoxyribonucleic Acid

I just realized I never posted this here, only on Ao3

Summary: With the revelation that Lou Jitsu is the source of their human DNA comes a second revelation: They are all genetically related. It changes nothing. So why is Donnie finding it so hard to deal with it when Splinter is revealed to be Lou Jitsu?

The decision for Donnie and Leo to be ‘twins’ isn’t exactly organic. Despite how seamlessly the notion slipped into reality, they do initially do it for Mikey’s sake.

The fact that they were brothers had never really needed to be a thing before. The word brother applied to them so easily. They knew what a brotherly dynamic looked like. They’d watched TV. Mostly Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim—which don’t portray a lot of sibling dynamics—but they’ve also seen their fair share of family sitcoms.

Splinter almost never forfeits his control over the tv, so it’s rare that they actually get to watch Jupiter Jim, but that just makes it extra special. And while Splinter is just as obsessed with Lou Jitsu as his kids, he sometimes has days where he refuses to put it on. That can be hard sometimes, at least for Donnie. Because it sometimes feels like the one thing he shares with them. Those are the days when a lot of sitcom reruns from the 80s get put on.

One day they’re watching and there’s an episode where the family’s mom gets pregnant again and there’s a whole explanation about how babies grow in a mother’s tummy and when it gets big enough and healthy, the mother will birth them. Something about that seemed to click something within Mikey and he started to retreat in the following days. Splinter had all told them the story of how they were all transformed with some kind of ooze he’d found in the sewers.

And look, they all know that parts of the story Splinter tells them is a lie. While their memories from the very early days of their living situation is a bit hazy, they’ve seen photos of Splinter from that time and know he used to be more man than rat. His claim that he was a rat initially is an obvious lie, probably stemming from some kind of embarrassment. It’s less embarrassing to have been a rat before who became more human than to have been a human who became a bit of a rat.

Regardless of any of that, they all know they have different parents, because none of them are the same species of turtle. It was never a problem before that one dumb dumb episode of that dumb dumb show. Mikey starts getting mad when anybody uses familial terms.

One day he storms into Donnie’s room (without knocking, let it be noted!) and squints up at him somewhat suspiciously.

“Are you and Leo twins?” he asks flatly.

“What?” He looks up from Mikey and sees Leo in the doorway (technically the small opening of the curtain), holding his hands together silently, prayer style. Pleading.

“I told Leo that none of us are actually brothers and he said ‘then explain how me and Donnie are twins.’ But you aren’t twins just because you’re both six. Right?”

Donnie glances back at Leo momentarily. “Well first of all it should be ‘Donnie and I.’ And…” he looks back up at Leo for a moment. He understands the premise of the idea. Mikey is clearly very upset at the notion that they aren’t a ‘real family’ and if they can convince him that they somehow are, everything could go back to normal. But Donnie’s never been a very good liar. So he takes a deep breath and means it. “Yeah. We’re twins.” He sees Leo beam in his periphery.

“What?” Mikey says, baffled. “How does that work?”

Even at their ripe age, Donnie has already established himself as someone who will explain ‘how that works.’ It’s gotten to the point where the rest of the boys’ incessant ‘Why?’s are redirected to Donnie, because he’s largely unbothered by answering questions. So he knows what Mikey is expecting from him. Some kind of alternative to the story he was told about birth. Something along the lines of ‘Sometimes babies do actually come from storks, and when one stork is responsible for the delivery of everyone in the same family then they are related.’ But that’s not how it works.

“It works because I said so. Now get out of my room.” Yes he has all the facts about how twins typically work, biologically and genetically. But he also knows the intuitive understanding of being brothers. He’s sure Mikey does too. This whole new thing he’s been doing is incredibly odd and out of character for him.

But Donnie and Leo are brothers and they’re the same age. When you break it down, what more do you really need? Especially when you take into account that coming from the same egg is not at all the only thing that defines even just a biological twin. So really, that’s all there is to the experience of being a twin. But given how poorly Mikey has been responding to Leo and even Raph’s appeals towards, Donnie doesn’t think any of that explanation would work very well, and also as soon as it comes out of his mouth, he might not be able to maintain his own belief in the idea, and could come across as a more obvious lie.

Miraculously ‘because I said so’ works on Mikey for once. Maybe Mikey thinks that if Donnie of all people is holding firm on something so based in emotion over logic, then maybe it’s more of an emotion based concept. That would be correct anyway.

A couple of weeks later a birthday episode comes on and they all decided to pick dates for their own. Donnie and Leo make a point to pick a day they both like.

↞⬡+¤+⬡↠

Learning that Lou Jitsu was the source of their human DNA is… surreal. And exhilarating. Exciting, but somewhere on the spectrum of things that are hard to contend with. Remembering that celebrities do in fact exist on the same plane of existence as everyone else is a mental exercise sometimes, especially a celebrity who went missing years ago. It feels kind of fake, despite the evidence they have of the contrary.

Which makes it almost more shocking, though not really more exciting, when he realizes the implication. He stops in his tracks as they head back to the lair.

“Guys, do you realise that if Lou Jitsu was the source of all of our human DNA, then that means we’re all biologically related?” He doesn’t miss the nervous glances Raph and Leo give to Mikey.

“Well, why should that matter?” Leo asks, faux causal.

“It doesn’t. But that’s what makes it weird. We’ve never needed to share DNA, but apparently we just have; this entire time!”

Mikey gasps. “Donnie is so right!” Mild alarm crosses Leo’s and Raph’s faces before Mikey continues. “When we tell Splinter about Lou Jitsu—which face it, we wiiiiill—we have to let him know it doesn’t matter. Lou Jitsu might not even know we exist!” He puts up a finger, matter of factly. “Lou Jitsu is not our ‘real dad.’ Just our father.” Donnie’s not entirely sure if the wording of that tracks, but Mikey has a point with it. Who knows what Lou Jitsu’s doing these days, if anything.

“Good point, Miguel!” Leo says, draping his arm over his shoulders and guiding him back towards the lair. “Now go go go go go go go! Last one to base is a long winded egg head!” A very targeted attack, as Donnie now stands several feet behind and Leo gets everyone else moving before Donnie can start.

“Hey- Hey!” He chases after them.

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Leo’s the one who makes the first move to break the news to Splinter, and—dumb dumb that he is—he retains Mikey’s description of father.

“Lou Jitsu is our father!” he blurts.

Splinter doesn’t seem to be taking it well, so Donnie takes initiative in being the one to clarify before it becomes a real issue. “What Leo means is Lou Jitsu is our human DNA!”

Maybe it’s through Donnie’s correction that Leo is prompted to come down from his excitement and grow sincere. His brothers are better at this kind of thing so he lets them take the reins on this sentimental journey while making it clear he agrees with everything being said.

They get a group hug over it. Sure, Raph was the one to initiate it, but Splinter doesn’t push them away or tell them off for interrupting his show. Donnie calls that a success and marks the event in his log calendar.

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Even though they all knew Splinter was a human before, despite his claims, it takes until the car fair, which is apparently actually a demolition derby, for him to finally kind of admit it. It’s implied, but he makes reference to waking up every day as ‘a tiny rat man’ which is as good an admission as any, as far as Donatello is concerned. Especially the ‘tiny’ part, considering he’s considerably larger than the average rat.

It raises several questions about the ever shady past that Splinter totes. He initially wants to think that Splinter had stumbled upon the ooze, as he described initially, and then later found the turtles. But why would the ooze turn him into a rat of all things and why would he have found it in the sewers. Maybe the oozequitos weren’t exactly as new a thing as they’d thought and he’d been bitten by one, but why lie about that?

It’s just something he likes to think about as sort of a mental exercise, but he’s long since accepted that he’s never actually going to get answers from Splinter.

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He never does get his answer from Splinter, because when it’s finally revealed, it's not of his own volition. It’s only revealed because Baron Draxum recognizes his ‘fire,’ and loudly proclaims it. Even for as non-concrete as the revelation is, it makes enough sense with everything they know about Splinter and their creation and- Splinter didn’t exactly seem shocked to find out that their human DNA was from Lou Jitsu, just that they’d found out about it. Of course he was Lou Jitsu!

It’s exciting at first, or maybe relieving. Donnie always finds comfort in things making sense, and this just makes too much sense. Then they’re forced to retreat and then Splinter grounds them?

He grounds them for not telling him that they knew who Draxum is and disregards Leo’s very important point that Splinter has been keeping secrets from them for their entire lives. How were they even supposed to know to tell him that if they didn’t know that Splinter knew who Draxum is? That was one of his secrets. Are they just supposed to keep a running list of all the new people they meet? How did he think they found out where their human DNA came from?

But then he sits them down and explains everything. It’s strange, because having a better understanding of Splinter is like… everything he’s ever wanted. He likes learning new things about him because it makes him feel closer to him. Like a real father and son, the way he felt during the derby and he got a rush from it that drove him to want to help him relive some of the glory he was as of yet privy to. And Splinter told him he was proud, which he always craved so much.

That memory feels… dimmer now, as Splinter reveals what those glory days were. He explains the whole story and Donnie’s brothers lean forward in anticipation of every detail and Donnie feels… Ugh, groan. He doesn’t know. Nothing, he supposes.

Until he heads back to his lab and immediately punches a wall and swipes all the papers off of his desk with a frustrated wail. So he’s mad. They did get unfairly grounded so he thinks that tracks well enough.

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It’s been a week since they were all officially ungrounded. They are no longer grounded. He should stop being mad any day now.

He’s starting to think this has very little to do with the grounding actually. He’s not exactly the most in touch with his emotions. It’s not like he’s under the impression that he doesn’t experience emotions, because that would just be toooooo convenient now wouldn’t it? But usually he can tell that something is objectively upsetting before realizing that his body is reacting to it. Crying or flailing, all that embarrassing stuff.

He’s never reacted to something… that he doesn’t know what it is yet. Or maybe he has and it just hasn’t really stuck around for long enough to be worth noting or noticing. If that’s the case of course it would be over anger. If there’s one emotion based thing he knows how to do it’s holding a grudge.

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It’s been two weeks since they were ungrounded and Raph approaches him with… some concerns.

“Donnie, you’ve been actin’ irritable for weeks now. More than usual.”

“Maybe try being less irritating.”

“Donnie, you-” Raph cuts himself off with a labored sigh. “Ok, let’s just- Let’s start there. What exactly do you find irritating?”

“Ugh, sigh. Nothing I guess.”

“Nah, nuh-uh. You can’t do that.” He speaks forcefully and firmly and Donnie’s not sure if he should prepare for escalation. He glares for good measure. “Nope, put that away.” Raph says pointing at Donnie’s face. That’s probably a good sign that there would be no escalation to be expected then. He drops the glare and turns back to his coding. Raph sighs. “Fine, keep coding, but you gotta listen. Don’t ignore me.”

“Mhm.”

“Donnie, no one can help you if we don’t know what’s wrong.”

“Let me know when you figure it out then.” Frankly, he’d love to know.

“Fine, just… just be that way I guess…” Raph says as he leaves the room.

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They’ve started having family meals. It used to be that everyone could just kind of grab whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. For nutrition’s sake it was pretty lucky that Mikey had grown a culinary interest as a very young child because that often meant there were well filling meals packed in tupperware in the fridge, ready for the taking. Mikey wasn’t going to eat all that, he just wanted to make them. As they got older they’d developed a decent enough palette to not want to eat candy exclusively and could branch out and make their own meals.

Now they’re having family meals though, as Splinter has suddenly developed an interest in improving his parenting methods. This should be nice. His brothers seem to like the newfound attention and conversation, and this should be the fulfillment of some of Donnie’s greatest dreams. But he finds himself moping in his chair as Splinter places the pizza on the table.

“I know, I know. You boys all have your particular pizza tastes. I will get them down some day. For now, I have just ordered cheese.”

Amidst all the reassurances that cheese is fine, Donnie can’t help letting out a sarcastic, “Yeah, great, thanks,” as he grabs one of the slices.

“Purple!” he gasps, shocked before moving on to defend himself. “I understand this might be a disappointment to you, but changes can’t be made overnight!”

“Uh, don’t worry pops!” Mikey jumps in nervously. “Donnie just kind of sounds like that sometimes.” Which is true and ideally wouldn’t need to be something that someone should have had to explain to him. Not that it actually applies in this case. “Tell him you meant it Donnie.” Donnie doesn’t respond. Can’t really. How is one supposed to respond to that?

“God, what is with you lately,” Leo says to his left, taking a bite of his own slice.

“What’s with me?” The question comes out before he can even process what he means by that and he finds himself standing.

“You actually like the plain cheese.”

“Grooooan, that’s not the point, Nardo.”

“So, what is the point, Dee?” Raph is basically pleading, leaning about halfway across the table.

“You’re all… You’re all acting normal!”

“And that’s… a problem?” Mikey asks, confused.

“We aren’t normal! We’ve never been normal! What is this- this charade? Gathering around the table acting like we’ve ever done this before.” He slaps his pizza back on the paper plate at his spot for emphasis.

“Purple, I know change has always been difficult for you, but-”

“Don’t touch me!” Donnie shouts as he jolts away from Splinter's oncoming attempt at physical comfort. And this time Donnie can’t really fault Splinter for looking over to the others in response to his outcry. Sure Donnie has days where he avoids touch but he’s never declined it from Splinter before. He’s even had bad touch days where he’d allowed Splinter’s touch just because he didn't want to push Splinter any further than he’d already been. It was touch, but it was attention. He can’t bring himself to care now.

“Hey, hey, woah,” Leo says standing. “Let’s take a breather, yeah?”

He guides him back to Donnie’s room, to his bed, with hovering hands. Once he’s seated, Donnie feels more than sees as Leo drapes the weighted blanket over his shoulders.

“Scoff, I could have done that.”

“But you didn’t.”

Donnie grumbles.

“Soooo,” Leo segues. “You wanna tell your favorite twin what’s on your mind?”

Donnie hums. “We’re not… I mean, we chose to be twins.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think biological twins ever… choose not to be?”

There’s a pregnant pause before Leo chuckles. “Where are you going with this, bud?”

“I don’t know…”

“Ok, ok…” Leo taps at his own knees a couple of times in the corner of Donnie’s eye. “Do you…” Leo clears his throat. “You said we’ve been… acting too normal? What did you mean by that?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re a real broken record there Don.”

“I just-” He lets out a frustrated huff. “Is it not weird to you that Splinter tries to step up his whole parenting game as soon as we find out he was Lou Jitsu?”

“Well I wouldn’t say as soon as,” Leo grumbles. “He did immediately ground us for something he did too. But what? You think he’s tryin’ to make up for lying?”

Donnie hums. “Maybe…” He hadn’t considered that. He doesn’t know why, but so far every time he thinks about Splinter being so paternal now it feels like a slight. And that would make sense, wouldn’t it? He’s mad that Splinter lied to them. Even though he’d always known Splinter’s past was a secret.

“Might be worth talking to him about it then.”

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No one in the family has a consistent sleep schedule. You always know that at least one other person is going to be awake at any given time. It’s a nice set up. Sometimes it’s general–sleeping–time, but you’re trying to do something that requires another set of hands. There’s always someone available. Donnie’s not entirely sure he’s ever used it for the convenience of trying to keep a conversation private before.

If he’s entirely honest, he’d never planned on going out of his way to talk to Splinter about it. He wishes he could just get over the petty behaviors he’s been displaying lately. Splinter being a more proactive part of his life was everything he’s ever wanted. He’s heard the phrase ‘He only wants what he can’t have’ before, but he’s gotten his hands on things he’s wanted less than this before and remained enthusiastic at having received it. This tops the list so why is he so unenthusiastic (to put it lightly) about it?

But he happens to find himself in the situation where he and Splinter are the only one’s awake and the biggest reason he’d surrendered to leaving things alone was knowing he wouldn’t be able to drag Splinter away from his chair and not wanting prying ears about this. And he still doesn’t exactly want to talk about this—it’s so embarrassing—but he can feel Mind Raph staring him down about it.

“Labored sigh,” he grumbles to himself before approaching the chair. He takes a deep calming breath. “Father, a moment of your time, if you will?”

“Ah, yes Purple?” Splinter says, scrambling for the remote then muting the tv. Donnie’s not the most confident that having a discussion about all the lies Splinter has told will solve everything but it might be a good place to start and he could at least tell himself he tried. He takes in a breath to begin speaking but then… Splinter drops down from his chair and just… stands there. His hands clasped in front of him, a gesture of good will, a sign that he’s intent on listening but…

It’s so frustratingly performative.

“You know what, forget it.” He walks away briskly, his body tense.

“Wha- Donatello!” Splinter calls after him, shocked. Donnie jolts at the name and his body tenses further. He couldn’t have a conversation now if he wanted, his jaw is clenched so tight.

He darts to his lab where he spends almost three minutes just heaving before deciding to put the energy to good use. It takes 200 pushups before his anger fully simmers out into exhaustion and he decides he’ll need a shower before heading to bed.

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They’re heading back from Run of the Mill Pizza. It’s better for Donnie when he’s out of the lair these days and he thinks his brothers know, as they’ve been suggesting heading to the hidden city more and more often. It’s a striking departure from his usual, more hermetic tendencies.

The thing about the hidden city is that there’s more to do there than they’re capable of doing in New York, but there’s also the pretty big issue of just how many powerful yokai kind of have it out for them. One yokai in particular…

“You know,” Mikey says, when the topic of avoiding Baron Draxum in particular is brought up, “when you think about it, he’s kind of our other dad.”

“What?” Leo wheezes. “Wha-no! He is not! Also we’ve been over this enough times: Genetics do not equal family.”

Mikey laughs. “He’s not genetically related to us,” he points out. “But he did play a big role in our creation.”

“So did dad,” Donnie cuts in.

“Exactly!”

“Wait wait, no,” Leo interrupts, halting and causing the group to stop walking entirely. “Donnie, what do you mean by that? I know you’re dealing with some kind of issue with him right now, but you can’t just- What are you implying?”

There’s a long pause as Donnie figures out his response. “I’m still thinking,” is what he comes up with, though he thinks he’s pretty close to figuring out what the hell his problem is.

“Donnie…” Raph starts sounding rather disappointed. “It’s been close to a month now-”

“I know, I know! I’ll talk to him soon. I will.”

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He parks himself on the floor outside of Splinter’s room. Splinter had gone to bed fairly early so Donnie figures it would probably be easiest to have a conversation whenever he got up, since everyone else would probably still be asleep.

By the time the door opens, Donnie has been awake for almost 22 hours. Which probably isn’t great for the sake of the conversation, but he needs answers.

“We need to talk,” he says when Splinter is visibly surprised to see him sitting there.

“I hope you don’t plan on running away again,” he says, opening the door further, invitingly.

Donnie gulps as he stands and makes his way over to Splinter’s bed, taking a seat. Despite how long he’s had to prepare for the talk, he finds himself hesitating.

“I understand my parenting has been less than great,” Splinter starts, encouragingly. “I’ve gotten several talks from your brothers about this over the past few weeks. I want to be better, and I cannot do that if you don’t tell me how.”

“Why now?” he asks. The question that has been repeating on a loop for the past hours he’s spent camped in the hallway. “I have my own theories but I want to hear it from you. Why did you only start putting in effort after we found out we share DNA?”

“Purple. I am being more… attentive… because… there is a danger, which I was allowing myself to ignore before. I was not even fully sure if it was real until faced with the foot clan’s schemes. It has nothing to do with the DNA.”

“Oh…”

“Did you think that it did?”

“I thought-” He curls in on himself a bit and feels his face heat up. This is going to be embarrassing, but Splinter said that he wanted to hear it. “I always thought I couldn’t complain about it. Because you just found us, and you didn’t have a reason to take us in, but you did it anyway. That you didn’t owe us anything- Not that you do, like the DNA should change anything! It shouldn’t! It’s just-” he jolts at the hand Splinter places on his shoulder, an attempt at comfort quickly drawn away.

“My apologies. I’ve found that I need to completely relearn how to do this. I have been recently informed you don’t always appreciate touch. I wish I could have known this sooner.” He opts to pull himself onto the bed next to Donnie instead. Maybe as a way of communicating that they’re on equal ground.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no. You were wrong. I did owe you a better upbringing. I did. Regardless of our genetic connection, I made the decision to commit to raising you. I should have paid more attention to your needs. And I owe it to you to do so now. Everyone is owed respected boundaries and I’d… assumed that you all would have the same boundaries I did as a teen. I did not think any of you would have appreciated me prying into your business.”

“Why would you think that? We’ve tried to include you in things all the time. We want you around. We couldn’t have been clearer.”

Splinter takes a deep breath. “My mutation was very slow. I had a difficult time with it. Emotionally. You boys all noticed, I know you did. You were all always trying to cheer me up, but I was never your responsibility. I suppose I missed the point when seeking me out stopped being for my sake.

“My attempts to be more involved did not start when you found out my human identity, it started after the derby. But it was so soon after that when I found out that the foot clan was still in operation and… I can no longer bear to sacrifice my time with any of you. I did not realize how deeply my absence may have affected you all until I started getting corrected on my conduct. Orange needs space when he’s cooking, Red is particular with his patrol schedule, Blue does not like to be coddled. I did not know these things until they were told to me. I want to encourage you all to tell me these corrections. You have not spoken to me in weeks.”

“I… apologize.”

“You do not-”

“No. I made all kinds of assumptions about why you hid it. Like you were avoiding responsibility. That wasn’t fair.”

“No, it was a fair assumption. I left it easy to come to. I should have just told you where you came from. I want to do better. I’m sorry that I don’t know how yet.” Splinter makes an aborted move to touch his shoulder again, but Donnie wouldn’t mind it now. He leans towards Splinter and soon finds himself drifting to sleep, his head in Splinter’s lap. There was no intention towards that, but it’s been too long since he’s slept, it just happens. He wakes ten hours later, his headgear and battleshell removed. He probably should have taken them off before camping outside the door. Splinter hasn’t moved. Even with the anger of a week ago, it would have been hard to call his stay performative.

#rottmnt donnie #rottmnt splinter #angst #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt #tmnt #disaster twins #hamato donatello #hamato yoshi #hamato leonardo #hamato raphael #hamato michelangelo #hurt/comfort #fandsart

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sad-leon · 2 years ago

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What is Gali's backstory? Like was she created by draxum along with the rest of the turtles or does she have something else going for her :0

HEHEHEEHHEH GALILEO MY BELOVED!!

She was mutated about 5 years before Leo and the rest of them were. Unlike the other turtles, she was originally a human!

Draxum, seeing humans as the ultimate threat, wanted to take on, mutate it to be stronger, and make if kill the rest of the human race. Unfortunately, his plan didn't work very well because, while Gali is very strong, the mutation caused her a lot of pain. When she recovered, she wasn't as strong or fast as she previously was, and while she built up her strength again by becoming Big Mama's assistant (and she fought in the Nexus occassionally), she still faces a daily battle against chronic pain.

As a human, she was very good in sports (she played volleyball for her school), but her social and home life were very rough. Draxum found her sneaing out and promised her that she'd never have to go back to her house, and she'd get stronger, if she went with him.

After a brief attempt at a fight, Gali realized she wasn't going to win and realized that anything this weird Goatman (or eccentric cosplayer) could offer her wouldn't be worse than going back to her house. When she realized what was going to happen to her, she was knocked out before she could fight.

The mutation process was rough and nearly killed her. A lot of her memories, as well as her previous sense of self, were completely destroyed. She couldn't remember her name, not most of her human life. Draxum started to address her as a boy, but when he realized she couldn't fight like he'd hoped, he stopped referring to her altogether.

Big Mama caught wind of Draxum's experiment and showed interest. Without any real use for Gali, Draxum solder her off to Big Mama. BM, under the impression Galileo was a guy, gave her the name Leonardo, after one of Lou Jitsu's favorite human historical figures. When Gali expressed discontent with that name, and with being referred to as masculine, BM was open to letting her choose her own name. Without any other ideas, BM vaguely recalled Lou Jitsu talking about another old human named "Galileo", so BM suggested that name and it stuck.

When Galileo first saw Leo, she assumed he was also previously human, but realized that if he really was that young, he would have died, so she assumed he was created by a different method. She later asked BM and Draxum about it, which they gave her a real answer. They also breifly mentioned the 3 turtles that were lost (but Draxum assumed they all died).

Another thing along the track of Gali remembering only bits of her human life: she does retain a bit of her empathy. That's why she didn't fight in the Nexus for very long. She also teaches Leo to have empathy, that he doesn't have to kill everyone he fights. (If it wasn't for Gali, he would be much more villain-like).

Also, Gali wasn't sure how to feel about Leo for a long time. She was kind to him, but he often annoyed her, but she grew to love him anyways.

When Galileo first meets Leo, when Leo is about 2 or 3 (he was only a year or two old when mutated, so it's still pretty soon after his mutation), and Gali is around 18-19 ish.

Currently, in FH, Leo is 14 and Gali is 30 ish

Because of Gali's mutation method, she doesn't physically change compared to how big the others end up growing.

#finding home au #fh #rambles #fh galileo #rise leo #rise leonardo #ough i care about her so much #oh i havent even rambled about they type of turtle she is alsdkjfalsdf #thats a ramble for another day #sad•leonart

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phoebepheebsphibs · 1 year ago

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Thinking about a ROTTMNT Human AU I was gonna make, and randomly remembered a huge plot...

(I'm in an infodumping mood again)

So basically this human AU follows Yoshi Hamato, aka Lou Jitsu as he adopts four little boys from "Draxum's Home for Lost Lambs". (Raph was the unplanned child of a struggling single mother, who was forced to give him up for adoption. Leo and Donnie were the only biologically-related kids out of the four. Their parents died in a car crash. Mikey was a dumpster baby, found in the alleys by Draxum.) <This is important to the plot! There's a lot more to the story, but it's all subject to change and still in the rough draft state.

Leo, having found a flier for some cool event in the woods (like a musical festival or something) wants to go by himself, but is instructed by Yoshi to take Mikey with him. Leo has an argument with his Dad over it, but Yoshi remains adamant that he take his little brother. Leo grumbles the entire time he and Mikey ride up, and even has an argument with Mikey during the drive where he says something along the lines of "I wish I wasn't your older brother". Before Leo can take it back or Mikey can refute, the two get into an accident after a truck runs Leo's moped off the side of the road and onto a cliff ledge.

Leo wakes up in his bedroom, the day having restarted. He finds that no one remembers Mikey, no one knows who he is! Leo does some investigation and discovers that there is no evidence that Mikey ever even existed. In desperation, Leo visits Draxum's orphanage to ask if Mikey was ever found or adopted, and Drax says no, he has no record of Mikey. Leo realizes that it is possible Mikey was never rescued as a baby and may have died. Draxum suggests that Leo go to the last spot he saw "Mikey" at. Leo does, and has a vision of what happened (from the audience's POV, Mikey just simply yelled at Leo to "look out" before the screen cut to black), and Leo sees that a speeding delivery truck ran them off the road and clipped the back of Leo's moped, causing them to skid and spiral, knocking them into the barrier and sending Mikey flying off the side of the cliff while Leo was thrown several feet forward. Leo realizes that he's dreaming and goes to the vision of his real self and begs him to wake up because Mikey needs him...

Leo wakes up, calls 911, and manages to climb down the side of the cliff to rescue Mikey.

A helicopter arrives shortly afterwards and rescues the two of them, though Mikey is in a coma. At the hospital, Leo explains the situation to everyone, even the argument. Raph and Donnie comfort Leo after he admits what he said to Mikey before the wreck. Micheal stays unconscious for three days before waking up, and Leo is the first to see him. The two talk it over and Mikey slowly recounts his memories leading up to the crash, even remembering the argument, though he tries to gaslight Leo into thinking he doesn't. Leo apologizes profusely and comforts Mikey, saying that he "got a glimpse of what a world without his little brother was like" and that he never wants to see that again. Mikey also tells Leo he saw the truck that hit them, specifically the logo on the side of the van... it was a delivery truck for the Foot Shack...

There's more after this, but for now that's all I'm sharing!!

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt human au #infodump #writing angst #writing ideas #writing plots #baja blast #portal pals #tide pod duo #mikey and leo #leo and mikey #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt michelangelo #lou jitsu's kids

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turtleblogatlast · 1 year ago

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Do you ship any of the turtles with anyone? or do you ship anything in rise at all?

(This ended up being a lot longer an answer than I intended hoo boy sorry about that)

Hmmm, I’m not too big a shipper tbh! Especially since I really enjoy canon interactions backing my ships, so it’s hard for me to actively like any that don’t really have that going for them. There’s plenty that I see around that I think are cute, but that’s usually the extent of my thought process for them.

For ships I more actively have, I guess I like AprilxSunita! They’re very very cute and I think they have some huge meet cute energy in their first episode together, and their chemistry is genuinely adorable (plus them being featured means more April screentime which is ALWAYS a good thing.)

I also think AprilxCasey (and when I say Casey I mean our OG girl) is really good, as I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers, and I think they have a lot in common and just bounce off each other very well (not to mention this ship in other iterations of TMNT has a loooooot going for it.)

Keeping the chain going, I think RaphxCasey (again, OG Casey) is also one with a tonnnnn of potential. They have a lot of common characteristics, and considering Raph’s whole thing with Franken-Foot, I really think there’s a lot of room there for a relationship to develop. Plus, like AprilxCasey, Raph and Casey tend to have a close relationship throughout the iterations of TMNT and it would be great to see that more with these two, even if not romantically.

Actually going back to enemies to lovers, I unironically think there’s a ton going for DonniexKendra. I know a lot of people hate this ship, but I don’t and I actually think it could very easily work whether in a love-hate way or a slow burn way. There’s a lot to like here and honestly they’re good together! Kendra is legit Donnie’s type too haha (cute, but mean.)

Lastly, SplinterxDraxum is good…when done right. I really like when people take it and don’t undermine the very real trauma that Splinter has gone through. As I’ve stated a lot, I love me some enemies to lovers, so I can see the potential here. Plus lbr Draxum was down BAD for Lou Jitsu when he first saw him haha.

I think that’s the extent to what I actively like? Everything else usually falls into “aw cute” or “ehhh not for me thanks”. And before you ask YES leosagi is cute and I’ll read fics with it if the premise is appealing, but I’m afraid I need some canon interactions to establish base character dynamics before I actively ship it alas.😔 Super cute though, no hate to it or any of the other CanonxCharacter-they’ve-never-met ships, I genuinely think people should just have fun! And for what it’s worth I really do wish we got a Usagi and Leo interaction in Rise like we have in other iterations.:(

So yeah. Overall, I have a few ships I enjoy, but I fall much more in the “prefer to keep everyone to themselves and make the focus family and friendship” category.

#non au ask #can you tell I’m an enemies to lovers person yet 💀#I had a dream once that the Fox yokai working for big mama was a teenage employee and he and Leo had a cute thing going on does that count #(the bellhop guy we see often with Big Mama)#that dream had like all of big mama’s employees basically be her adopted children #including frida #(Big Mama’s assistant)#AND Gus #(the guard dog)#so like she was literally big MAMA lol #pretty interesting story tbh too bad it ended when I woke up and I forgot a good 70% of it #lol this is also enemies to lovers I just realized-#but yeah overall I’m mostly a friendship or family platonic dynamics person #pfft of the ones I listed only AprilxSunita was not enemies to lovers wait 😭#nah but like I’m not really a big shipper tbh #I tend to fast forward through romance plots in shows that don’t focus on romance #and I tend to avoid romance genres in general most of the time #no hate at allll it’s just not typically for me y’know?#I was reallyyyyy scared to post this because people can get MEAN about ships 💀

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t3ag3rs · 1 year ago

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g e n s o - 1 0.

you lift your hands up to gaurd your face as you get into a fighting stance.

lets hope those years of taekwondo come in handy now.. you nod to show bakugou your ready and wait for his confirmation as well.

not soon after he gives you a curt nod, signaling the start. you pace yourself around quietly, moving side to side ocassionally.

if im not wrong izuku always says he starts off with a right hook so i can move to the left and land a side kick at his open side... just as you had predicted, he came in with a right hook.

you duck to the left and lift your front leg up to land a quick blow as his ribs. you put your foot down repositioning yourself as he regains balance. you smile a bit at the fact you landed your kick.

okay.. now if he thinks competitively hes gonna wanna take back that point by coming in with a kick..

just as you had suspected he came in with a roundhouse kick to your ribs. you push his leg down and throw a punch at his torso quickly before snapping back into defensive position. "hm. youre quite easy to read bakugou" you grin as he seethes.

"shut it genso!" he growls before lunging at you. you quickly side step trying to avoid him, but he grabs on to your left wrist with his left arm pulling you towards him. you widen ur eyes before flipping ur wrist upward and placing ur right forearm on his now twisted arm. you push down and get him down on a knee as his arm is against your thigh. quickly you shove him off before placing his arms behind his back and placing your body weight on top of him to secure him in place.

"got you.." you say catching your breath, "happy now that we've fought?" you say looking down at him for his response.

"get off me dammit!" he yells, "since when did you even know all of this?!" he asks agitated.

you climb off him wiping the sweat off your cheek, "we didnt see each other during junior high- theres a lot you dont know." you spit still sour on how he didnt meet with you after all those years.

"i achieved my black belt in taekwondo and learned some other forms of martial arts to pass my test; including jiu-jitsu.." you motion to his position before lending a hand only for it to be slapped away.

"i dont need your petty help" he grunts before sitting up and looking away face slightly red.

"damn did i reslly make you that frustrated that your turning red??" you ask looking at him grinning a bit. he rolls his eyes, "dont give yourself any credit- im just hot.." he says wiping some sweat off his brow.

"yeah ill agree with you about that.." you say before grabbing your water and chugging some quickly, "i suggest you get off your tiny ass and start getting changed, lunch is about to end.." you pick up your bag and walk to the locker room waving him off.

"you little-" he starts but you slam the door behind you before he can finish, grinning to yourself.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you sigh happily as class ends getting ready to walk out before you hear uraraka, "um.. why the heck are you all here??" she exclaims as you walk over to see what was happening. you widen your eyes at the sight of the hoard of students in front of you. "um.. can we help you..?" u ask questioningly.

"theyre scouting us you idiots.." bakugou grunts walking towards the door. "they wanna see the students who survived a real villain attack-" he pauses as he stops in front of them. "take a good look at what a future hero looks like!"

you grumble at his commentary before walking up and placing a hand on his shoulder smiling at the crowd a bit, "we're very sorry for his comments.. anything he says is his own opinion and not what the rest of class 1-a thinks.."

"so this is class 1-a.. i heard you guys were impressive but this guy is an ass.." a guy with purple walks up, "is everyone in the hero course delusional or just you?" you slap your forehead, and bakugou growls.

"how sad to see all of you are ego-maniacs.. I wanted to be in the hero course; like many students here. i didnt cut it the first time, but now i have a second chance. if i do well in the sports festival the teachers can have the option to exchange me to a different class, maybe others are scouting you all but im here to remind you all to do your very best or ill steal your spot from under you. consider this a declaration of war.." he finishes as the rest of the students behind him agree.

bakugou just turns and walks away, "bakugou apologize to them! because of you all of them hate us!" you exclaim frustrated, "these people dont matter.. the only thing that is important is that i beat them." he states before finally walking away.

you sigh before letting out another apology and finding your way thought the crowd.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you started your training during the several days before the sports festival. everyday was spent trying to elongate your time spent using each element without facing the drawbacks. by the end of the week you could use your water bending for almost hour, you air bending for 45 minutes, and your earth and fire bending for 30 minutes before feeling the drawbacks.

but of course that wouldnt really matter if you used your fire or earth to an extensive amount in blasts. i just have to be wise and not impulsive when using those two elements... this is my time to show heroes that im capable of being a hero...

next thing you knew it was the day of the sports festival.

you quickly grab your bag and start putting on your shoes, "im off..!" you exclaim to your parents. "wait!" called your mother before running over to you with your dad right behind.

"y/n.. show em what l/n blood is made of." says your dad as he gives you a proud smile, "and whatever you do.. just know we're proud of you.." whispers your mom as she hugs you.

"i wont disappoint you two... be sure to record the festival so i can see it when im back." u add before opening the door and turning a last time to wave before walking out.

you walk to ua with only one thing in mind,

i will show these heroes who i am and what i can do- whether or not that means me or someone else has to struggle in the process..!

previous parts: pt. 0 0 / pt. 0 1 / pt. 02 / pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 / pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 next part: pt. 11 / pt. 12 / pt. 13 / pt. 14 / pt. 15 / pt. 16

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thisbarbiereallylikesbirds · 10 months ago

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Aly do u prefer yoshi + splinter being the same character or separate? could u rank the yoshis/splinters from your least favorite to most favorite? thank u!

Good question!!

Personally, I prefer it when they're the same character, it's just more interesting in my opinion. Now, that's not to say that Splinters that start out as a rat can't have cool backstories (I actually really like 03 Splinter's), but I always find myself more intrigued if they used to be human. It really allows the writers to dig into what it would be like for someone to suddenly not be human anymore. Plus the idea of a guy getting turned into a rat and then turning around and being like "I guess the only course of action is to raise four turtles in the sewers" is really funny to me. It definitely takes a specific person for that to be their first course of action.

And, of course, if he was human first that means he probably had a close relationship with Tang Shen. I wrote an entire essay on why she's such an interesting character to me so I won't get into that here, but getting to hear about her from a primary (and often biased) source is really fun. I love characters that haunt the narrative.

Now I've only ever seen Rise, 03, and MM/Tales in full. I've seen a few episodes of 2012 but 87, the comics, and all other iterations aren't gonna be included since I don't know enough about them.

Rise Splinter. What can I say. I made the Nameless Trio just to put this idiot and his friends in situations and watch how they react. His past with the Hamato Clan, the whole Lou Jitsu era, and the Battle Nexus era are all super interesting to me, plus I love reading and writing little fics where this man who had no intention of ever even interacting with a child suddenly has to raise four of them. While he's not always the best father (or the best person if we're being so real) it's clear that he loves his kids.

03 Splinter. This guy is just...the sweetest I can't even. In my opinion he's the best dad out of all the Splinters (at least the ones I've seen). I mean he literally used to be a rat, and yet is a good father even by human standards (it's my personal head canon that he had a rat family before at some point so he does have practice raising kids, but still). I love how Yoshi would just bring him literally everywhere, I love how much he cares. He's just great.

2012 Splinter. Now I know some people really hate this guy, and like I said early I haven't seen the whole series. However. This man has a cheese phone and runs on a wheel. He committed to the bit and I have to respect that. Plus, his whole backstory with Karai and Shen is super interesting to me. And in my opinion Splinter and Shredder being brothers is an elite choice. The obvious favoritism of his children isn't great, but I can appreciate a complex character.

Mutant Mayhem/Tales Splinter. I'm gonna be so honest I don't know if we've really seen enough of this guy for me to have a super concrete opinion on him. In my review of TOTTMNT I did talk about how annoying it was to have him just speak vermin, and I do still stand by that. That being said, I don't hate him. It's obvious that he cares about his kids and wants the best for him. I've seen some theories that maybe he was lying about his past and used to be Hamato Yoshi. Personally I don't buy it, but due to my personal preferences I do kinda hope that's the case lol.

This ended up being a lot longer than i thought it would be!! I hope you enjoyed me rambling about the old rat man.

Thanks for the ask!!

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demoxal · 1 month ago

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How to be a decent parent: A guide by Hamato Yoshi

Chapter 1: Babies bite (and that's normal) Next

It’s cold, I’m rushing home from work. Snow is flying in my face and obscuring my vision, streetlights burrow into my brain in a blinding yellow-orange, my phone vibrates in my pocket and I stop to check it. Unlocking it from the third try, I see that it’s my sister, asking me to buy cat food on my way home. I respond with a thumbs up emoji, shove my phone back in my coat, and adjust my mental route to hit the pet store. I wait for the blurry red light to get replaced with a green one and cross the road as the ticking starts. I slip on my way to the steps of the store, catch myself and take another step only to fall, not able to catch the door handle to stop it in time.

I wake up. I’m on the floor and wherever I am smells mildly unpleasant, mostly like rot and urine. There are four tiny bodies on top of me, so I squash the urge to get up immediately when I open my eyes and see an unfamiliar ceiling. Instead, I lift my head to see… four humanoid turtles… on my chest. My very toned chest, which I do not remember having. Instead of hair, it’s covered in fine off-white hairs, skin underneath them very pink. My clothing is also not mine, but not unfamiliar, because I recognize it from the rottmnt show. Oh fuck me. Fuck me sideways, what the hell?

I blink tears out of my eyes when one of the turtles, Mikey, judging by his smallest size, is woken up by my uneven breathing. I make a point of taking a slow, measured breath, hugging the babies to my chest as I slowly sit up. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Four-seven-eight. Four-seven-eight.

“I’m alright, baby.” I smile at Mikey as Donne stirs, making an unhappy chirr. I lay them across my lap and Donnie settles once more. So, what happened? Either a) I hit my head really hard and am now hallucinating - possibly because I’m dying, possibly because I, I don’t know, have brain damage or something or b) This is real. And, well, assuming it isn’t is not going to get me anywhere because if I’m hallucinating nothing I do matters, but if this is real, then, well, it’s real. So let’s go with option b. This is real. I’m Splinter, or Hamato Yoshi, or Lou Jitsu or whatever the fuck else I can call him- me- WHATEVER!

Mikey chirps. I take another deep breath. Okay, immediate issues first, existential panic later. Where are we? Not out in the street, which is good, but in some large room in the sewers, probably here for maintenance or whatever. Maybe it’s non-operational, I never really got where exactly they were in the show, but… I think it’s the same place, so it’s safe to stay here for now? Maybe? I doubt there are many completely unutilized areas in the sewers, and, well… Occam’s razor, and all that. It doesn’t seem to be set up at all yet, being completely empty with me and the babies sleeping in the corner. Okay, so priority number one: somewhere for the babies to sleep. They’re very small and young and fragile and I don’t want them to sleep on the floor but also can’t be their pillow <em>every</em> time they need a nap.

So. First stop: Something soft. Take the babies with me, because that’s better than leaving them here and head… Uh… which way is the exit?

Cold, wet, disorienting lights and sounds, cars passing, water splashing beneath my feet- a manhole cover- tunnels and turns, dark and twisting, left, right, straight, right again-

Ow, my head... What the hell was-

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mikey.” I let go of the tiny hand I had squeezed when I was overwhelmed by the memory, trying not to show the internal panic and the fact I could have hurt the baby. He makes an unhappy squeak, but doesn’t seem to be in any pain, so I celebrate not fucking the whole parenting thing up in the first three minutes of being a turtle dad. Or twenty minutes, or however long I have been on the floor, I’ve never been good with time. I scoop the bunch back up and get up, shushing the armful of disgruntled babies in my arms. I know the way out and I know the way back, so there’s no time like the present!

I let Donnie keep biting my arm even though it hurts like a motherfucker because he’s probably just overstimulated and/or scared and shush Raph when he starts sniffing and hiding his face in my chest again, gently prying Leo off the softshell at the same time.

“Leonardo Hamato, do not eat your brother.” I tell him in my best stern voice, even if he can’t understand me, and set him between Raph and Mikey to keep him close to the crook of my arm and far away from the softshell, who is finally pulling his tiny sharp little baby teeth out of my arm. Despite the whole thing being less than pleasant, I am filled with a sense of pride and joy. They are doing so well, even if Leo is now kicking Raph in the face. Sigh.

Yeah, Already can’t wait for them to have their own beds.

*** “I know, Raphie, I know, please be quiet.” I plead in a whisper to Raph, who has been crying his little heart out, as I rush to the future lair with a bag with baby formula and more than a couple of stolen rags and towels “I know that the sirens are scary, they’re gone now, it’s over, we’re fine-”

Mikey has joined in on the crying by the time we reached the manhole cover I came out of and Donnie was hiding his face in my armpit, chewing on my sleeve and currently being the least inconvenient sibling. Leo kicks Raph, Raph tries to bite him but I get a finger in his way just in time and so he bites down on that instead. Leo is fussing and squirming, has been for a while now. I bite back my frustration. They’re babies. They don’t know any better because they’re babies. The thought chokes me up and I bite my lip so that Mikey doesn’t notice and start crying more.

I come into the big main room and set the boys in my lap to get the fuzzy fabrics out of the bag, setting up little beds for them in some boxes I found between there and here, setting them in their makeshift little cribs, much smaller than what humans need currently, so I’ll have to upgrade them often as the babies grow-

“HISS!” Donnie voices his protest as I try to set him down on his towel bed. Right, textures. It’s a shame he doesn’t like it, because I do, but… In the show, he likes satin, right? I look down at the ragged sleeves of my jumpsuit and deem it already ruined, tearing off a sleeve without much thought. I’ll get new clothes and this can go into Donnie’s future cribs. I lay the sleeve in Donnie’s “crib”, making sure it covers the towel as I set him down.

Alright! No protests! Now onto the baby formula…

I glance toward the alcove where Yoshi once stashed Shredder’s helmet, Skully. That’s going to be a fire-safe place if anything is, I think. I roll my sore shoulder, adjusting the stolen bottles of water I’d barely managed to haul back here. It’s cold. Formula should be warm, right? Not hot, but warm. Okay. Fire. I need heat. Controlled flame. How does one make fire in a sewer without dying or setting the children on fire? I stare into the dark, mulling it over. I’m going to need:

A heat source (controlled flame, obviously) A safe surface or container to warm bottles (Skully) A way to keep the kids warm in the meantime (I don’t think the towels will cut it)

I sit back, rubbing my temples with one hand, holding Donnie’s bottle with the other. Think, I need to think. Yoshi knew how to survive in the wild, ne? It was at the very least implied. So, I should know that too. Alright, Splinter. Turtle dad instincts: Activate. Let’s make a fire.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #turtle tots #tmnt splinter #fanfic #tmnt #tw swearing

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gojocumdumpster · 2 years ago

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Hiiii! Can I request our cute lil Cosmo teaching reader how to grapple/jiu jitsu moves? Then things get a bit steamy and one thing leads to another… (Some of the bjj positions HAVE SO MUCH SMUT POTENTIAL IM SORRY)

I don’t mind if reader is a total beginner or has some mma foundation, but if it’s okay w you, I prefer reader to be a gurlie. Thankssss~

I like where this is going ngl😭 send more request guysss

idk what grapple is so i’ll just do wrestling if that’s okay?

Type of story: 🔥

Afab reader

Warnings: Sex,climax,sweat,tits and nipples,moans and groans

Today was the day, you signed up for a private trainer idk what they’re called to help teach you fighting skills. You hadn’t gotten into much fights after you graduated high school and college but it was time to learn how to actually fight, you were decent at punches but not good enough. Ring…Ding…Ding!!! you rolled your eyes as you heard the annoying sound of the alarm go off. “Fuck..what time is it?” you said whispering to yourself. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand, took it off the charger and stoped the alarm. On your phone it said 9AM, “Finally I woke up on time.” you said hopping out bed, you headed to your bathroom and took your shower.

You brushed your teeth and did your daily skin routine..now it was time to figure out what you were going to wear. “Was I supposed to buy a kartate uniform?” you said walking back and forth. “Oh well.” you said grabbing your outfit. (leggings and an athletic crop top) You changed into your outfit and headed to the kitchen, “i’ll just take a protein bar..” you put it in your bag along with your iced water bottle, you grabbed your keys and headed out your apartment complex. You had arrived, he had his own personal training gym thingy it had a gym, cafe, swim area, and more. In the back was personal training rooms with either a personal trainer, groups, dous, trios, or just by yourself.

You walked in and headed to the reception center, “Hi! I had booked a personal trainer session for 10:00AM?” you said to the receptionist with your gym bag. “Yea, for cosmo?” they said typing your information in the computer, “Yes for cosmo I think that’s his name.” you said. “Okay he should be ready just walk all the way down and take a right and down those hallways you should see room B308 it’s the last one.” they said looking at you smiling. “Okay thanks!” you said making your way down, as you made your way down you saw lots of people training, i’m pretty sure there was lots of bodybuilders. You had walked down the hallway and saw B308, you took a big breath and walked in. There you saw a blonde muscular man stretching on a mat. “Well, hello there.” he said getting up to greet you. “Hello! You must be cosmo i’m guessing?” you said, “Yep that’s me!” he said shaking your hand.

After you guys talked for a while it was time to stretch before getting into the real deal, he helped you stretched but every once in a while he would run his hands down your body and squeezing the plush of your hips to “help you stretch”. After that he had asked you some questions “Have you ever wrestled before?” and other questions relating to that. Of course you said no but it wasn’t professional wrestling, “Okay! show me what ya got.” he said before getting into a wrestling stance. “Just pretend he’s your younger siblings you got this y/n just wrestle how you wrestle your siblings..” you said in your head. You took a deep breath before charging at him, before you could even exhale you were already on the ground.

You weren’t gonna give up that easily, so you tried to push him off of you since he was sitting on top of you, you tried to roll over but nothing was working. Eventually you just had to give in, he put both hands on the side of your head and hovered over you, slowly he lowered down until his nose touched yours. He then slowly went in to kiss you. You had some experience since this wasn’t your first time, he got off of you and began taking off his shirt. There you saw a body that you only saw in the magazines. “You like what you see?” he said smirking at you. “Mhm..” you said licking your lips. He had token your clothes off and you were left in your panties, he trailed his hands down your body as he played with your tits fondling with your nipples.

Whimpers we’re coming out of your mouth non-stop, you were just so desperate to get to the main part…”P-ple-please fu-fuck me” you said looking at him with dazed eyes. “Hmm? Speak up.” he said smirking at you. “Please fuck me!” tears were building up as you were getting anxious to get fucked, he slowly took off your panties revealing your soaked cunt. He folded you in half with your legs next to your head and he had also token his boxers off and he was trimmed, with a flushed pink tip. He rubbed against your lips before slowly sliding in, “Fuck..” he groaned before slowly thrusting at a steady pace.

The room was filled with moans and groans, he kept at a steady pace before he flipped you over and put you in doggystyle position there he thrusted at a face pace “Mmmh! F-fuck Co-cosmo!” you said panting as you couldn’t catch your breathe, “I’m close fuck.” he said panting as he put his head down as he felt himself coming close to a end and so we’re you, you felt a unfamiliar feeling normally you never felt this good when you came but this was different. “Fucking cum, cum, cum” he repeatedly said. “T-to much co-cosmo fuck! I’m coming!!” you said before letting out a loud moan, soon cosmo followed right after you. You guys were both a sweaty mess, “I guess you can call this wrestling?” cosmo said chucking at you.

#kengan ashura headcanons #kengan omega #kengan ashura x reader #kengan ashura #Cosmo imai #Cosmo

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