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Cuddling Dialogue

"Have you always been this cuddly?"

"Come here, I'll warm you up."

"You're so warm and soft."

"Let's just stay in bed and cuddle some more."

"Nothing feels better than your body."

"You actually do give amazing hugs."

"I think someone needs a good cuddle."

"Hmm, you fit so well in my arms."

"You're like my personal teddy bear."

"Need a cuddle?"

"Come on, bring it in."

"You can't escape my cuddles."

"I'm not letting go, so you can stop fighting it."

"Today is one of those stay in bed and cuddle days."

"I want to stay in your arms forever."

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Random Turtle Thought...

"You're a Fighter."

Something was wrong. He could feel it the moment he slipped inside your window. Even before his eyes found you in the dark of your apartment. A type of heaviness that had settled itself in the otherwise welcoming tone of your home like an unseen fog.

His footsteps are soft and cautious. Gleaming orbs glancing around the corners of your private abode, though in truth he knew he'd find you in your room. A slight increase to his pulse. One he could feel in the side of his neck.

Oh yes, something was very wrong.

Your bedroom door sits ajar at the end of the hallway. The dim glow of your fairy lights standing out like a neon highlighter on black construction paper. All of his senses are on high alert as he approaches. He doesn't hear sniffles or tears.

But he feels it.

Nudging the door open with one knuckle he finds your form in the middle of your bed, curled atop your comforter. Discarded tissues, crumbled and tossed aside like fragments of a dream liter your floor. A few books and one of your favorite pictures sit in a disheveled heap on your desk, your favorite plushie beside it. Clearly the victims of an outraged throw.

Raphael doesn't need you to tell him. He knows this one is bad. And familiar insecurities bubble up inside his chest as he shifts uncomfortably in your doorway. The big bara isn't good at this.

The thought flashes through his mind that he wished he could think of the perfect thing to soothe you, like Leo would. Or know how to make you laugh despite feeling like you were falling apart, the way Mikey always seemed to be able to do. Or even offer a witty random fact to distract you from your sadness the way Donnie seemed to have an uncanny knack for doing.

That wasn't him though.

Shaking the feelings of self-impotence aside, the big bara strode inside. No - he wasn't good at words or feelings. But he was good at being there. And you were his partner. His everything. You didn't need words or laughs or factoids out of the blue.

You needed to know you weren't alone. That he was there for you.

He doesn't say anything as he scoops you up effortlessly with his massive arms. Doesn't try to make you look at him as he holds you close to his chest and settles back against your pillows. He doesn't even razz you about not greeting him as he would any other time.

Instead - cool but crude Raphael, the hothead, the punch first and ask questions later, never take no for an answer, fight prone turtle - simply holds you. Soft rumbles from deep in his chest relieve your ears from the deafening sound of your own breathing. It's not the usual thunderous churring you're accustomed to from him. The ones that make you jump every time and force your teeth to chatter if he's close to you. This is more like a cat purring, and it makes you look up at him.

You can see the concern in his eyes. The worry. Your stomach drops as you prepare yourself for him to ask you to tell him what is going on. What's wrong. To tell him what to do to make it better.

He means well. You know this. But you just don't have the energy to explain the overwhelming sense of your world careening down on top of you to him right now. No voice left to explain how very close to the breaking point you are.

The red banded turtle doesn't ask though. He doesn't need the details to know that, in all reality, there isn't a damn thing he can do it make it better right now. Execpt for him to just be there.

He leans down slowly to press a firm kiss to your forehead. His lips linger there against your skin for a long time. Long enough that you're finally able to take a deep breath. He keeps purring. Soft and soothing. Holding you tight in his massive arms. Making you feel safe. Feel protected.

Breaking his touch away only a moment, he nuzzles into your hair. "Hey," he finally whispers into the faint glow of your room, as if chasing the shadows out. "You're a fighter. Always have been. You got this."

Perhaps the words are more for him than you. But he flexes slightly, giving you a little squeeze. Hoping that the action conveys how much he means the words though.

"No matter what, beautiful. I know you'll overcome this. Yer the strongest person I know. K?"

A wet laugh breaks free. Uncurling your hands from your chest for the first time tonight, you lay your tough over the cap of his shoulder and squeeze back. Tears are coming back. Yet these ones don't feel like defeat.

Resting his cheek on your head, Raph continues his soft rumbling. His arms unyielding as he holds you close. You uncurl a little more. Snuggle into his embrace. Breathe a little easier.

"I don't think I can overcome this one," you quietly admit.

"You will," he states after a moment's pause. "Ya got knocked down. An' sometimes that fuckin' hurts worse than anything you've eva felt before. But yer gonna get back up. An' I know when ya do, yer gonna kick some major ass. Right?"

He bounces his arm just a tad. As if he's nudging you. And it makes you laugh a little louder. But his reassurance is just enough to make you nod.

"Yeah," you whisper, unsure if the word is really tangible right now or not.

But it's enough for Raph.

It's enough for tonight.

"That's my girl."

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Ah, Replica Leo, you were such a sweet 20-something year old before the fall of the Central Park Colony. Just trying to right all his wrongs and not get into TOO much trouble. Really missed coloring so have a quick study and some expressions. Back to the next update!

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This was in Sioux Falls South Dakota! The green sky is caused by large hail stones within the storm refracting back green light to the observer.

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AO3 has been scraped, once again.

As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.

I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.

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Delvation

The blend of two words, Delve; to dig up and study, and Causation; the event where a permanent effect takes place.

Hit some snags on my main story, so taking a break to write a one-shot that's been swimming rent free in me noggin' for the past month. I'm halfway done with it, so I might actually post it later tonight! In the meantime, here's a segment with the boys as a little preview:

Note: Everyone I write is aged up to be adults, unless stated otherwise. Universe: Bayverse Setting: New York City Tunnels, New York (guys are 30) Warnings: Swearing, grammar mistakes ---++---++---++ Turtles ++---++---++---

A relaxing, slow and mindless day—thank the Universe and Pizza Supreme both – Donatello was able to get some much needed work done. He had a lot of updates he needed to make on the both of their vehicles, and Raphael wanted his help on completing his latest portion on the latest motorbike he'd been working on for the last six months. He had planned to spend the entire day, par meals and their scheduled two hour training periods, shell deep in their large garage. Music blaring, drills going, sparks flying, grease and oil cased until he was in much need of a shower.

He had planned that.

What he got instead was, at hour three, his silent border alarms went off on his wrist watch. Without hesitation but with many, many cuss-words stringing abound beneath his beak, he bee-lined it to his computers.

He'd been watching the group since, perhaps the last forty or so minutes; humans that were delving the tunnels. Looked like they were kids, five of them with the eldest possibly college age. But thankfully, they showed to be well-verse in protection and inspection of their surroundings; all wearing PM2.5 masks, the two leads sporting tactical night vision goggles with grade-A flexibility, a bonus in his books, and one of the guys in the middle with a night vision camera. This wasn't their first tunnel to explore.

“Any new things happening with the group?”

Don split his attention for a second to see his elder brother walk in, blue mask rested around his neck as he walked in with a small plate of donuts in one hand and two mugs in the other. Sweet, sweet Galileo, what a savior.

Just as the snack had been placed on a nearby table, Don grabbed a jelly donut and took an immediate large bite. The heavenly thankful sound he made was closer to a churr than a sigh when the grape jelly touched his tongue, but the black coffee made it all the better.

“No; but the young woman that's with them is funny.” he murmured through his bite and went back to his desk to continue surveying the said group.

“Funny?” Leo appeared standing next to him, the second mug in hand. "Funny, how?" His tone conveyed a blend of suspicion and curiosity as he looked at the screens that showcased the group, currently having stopped to laugh about something.

Don gave a nod towards the screens showing the kids through a bite that finished off the donut, “mmhm.” His smile peaked through his chewing and sip of coffee that gave his snack that delicious finish before he sighed, satisfied, and leaned back in his chair. “She made a joke about Brown Noise during their discussion about tinnitus. Apparently one of the boys' ears have been ringing, and she thought it was a perfect opportunity.” A chortle from his elder brother had him grinning; he knew Leo would at least get a kick out of the science joke, like he had.

“Are any of them related?” Leo leaned against the computer desk with a balanced arm while he sipped his coffee, his sapphire eyes taking detailed notes of the spy camera screens. He blinked when one of the screens zoomed in on two individuals; the tallest boy with a designed high buzz cut and an athletic body that screamed “sports jock” and the one girl in the group with wavy hair set in a high tail. Though, Don claims she's a young woman that's at least in her mid-twenties, based on her height and voice. Leo wasn't sure about that. “These two?” He raised a brow ridge. Even with them wearing PM2.5 masks and dexterous night vision goggles, he could tell they did not look anything alike.

“Yeah,” Don supplied and pointed his cursor on both, “after she made the joke, the boys were talking about how this kid, Kayden, and his family always make the others laugh with science jokes.” With a shrug he clicked the screen back to its original position, “not sure how they are related, but they are according to that admission.”

Leo nodded in acknowledgment, “any luck finding out who those two are?” He knew Don had a hard time locating their identities, unlike the other three boys, who were without facial obscuring goggles. When he saw the cursor move to another screen that was sifting through a picture-label directory at an unseeable speed, he blinked and raised a questioning brow ridge back at his grinning little brother.

“When Kayden's name came up, I started sifting through the boys' online schoolbooks.” His grin faltered as he looked on at the screen next to it with ten pictures of boys with the same name, varying spellings, displayed. When another popped up, his frown deepened, “it's a popular name, to say the least.”

All Leo could do is hum in agreement as yet another boy's image with provided basic information popped up on the growing list. So far, none of the listed boys looked like they could be the one in their tunnels, based on hair style alone.

Both tensed when the parameter alarms went off once more, only this time it wasn't the silent pings, but a short blaring.

Donatello shot up to attention with a slam of his now empty mug. With a few clicks, the alarm was shut off and he immediately went into the camera system to see where it was triggered.

“What asshole mutant decided to pick a fight today?” Raph grumbled as he jogged into the labs, a well-used towel draped around his girthy neck as he wiped it and his bare forehead from sweat.

“Not sure. Donnie's looking into it,” Leo's sights flickered to their baby brother screeching his skateboard to a halt at the threshold and kicked it up before entering.

“Yo, those kids alright?” Mikey sounded more concerned than the rest of them as he stood on Donatello's other side of the computer station. “They didn't stumble on Leatherhead, did they?”

Shit, Leo didn't even think about that. Looking back up at the screen, his eyes widened at seeing the now highlighted spy cam box that showcased the mutant parameter trigger. It was the same spy cam screen showcasing the kids standing by the water.

The kids had stopped at some point to look at the water, something having caught their attention. They seemed to be frozen, all five looking tense with anticipation for something to happen. When Don clicked to increase the video size and began to mess with the settings, Leo couldn't help but feel that he and his brothers were now reflecting the human group on the screen: tense, coiled, and sweating with sparking anticipation.

A separate screen popped up, highlighting a zoomed area where one of the humans was already looking towards. When Don enhanced the settings for a sharper, clearer look at what was in the water, all four turtles sharply inhaled.

“Shit.” Don frantically stood from his chair and by passed his brothers to grab his gear.

“Dojo. Now!” Leo clipped, and he and his two other brothers ran full speed to get their weapons.

Not even seconds later, all four were running down the tunnels towards the one that held the human group.

“Donnie! Fastest route, now!”

He was three steps ahead of Leo as he yelled “this way!” and flipped onto his shell after a sharp turn; they were taking the fastest short cut through the river tunnels.

“How long 'till we get to the kids, Brain?” Raph hollered through the rush of the water.

“Any way we can get eyes on them!?” Yeah, the brothers could sympathize with Mikey on that one.

Don held up his wrist to double check their trajectory and time on his projected screen, “less than a minute!” He looked back towards his brothers, “Sorry, Mike—not gonna be able to hold eyes on them with this water spray.”

“Awe man.”

“I want all of you primed,” Leo interjected, “Donnie, focus on any that are injured—get them out of there immediately. Mikey, help him with either the injured or protection, preferably the latter. Raph, you're with me. We're going to keep that sonuvabitch off of them.” A loud crick sounded over the water spray of their fast travel as Raph flexed his neck, “with pleasure.”

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Your Mama

Title: Your Mama Day: 30 Days of Drabbles, Day 8 Prompt:  Your mama Fandom:  TMNT 2003 Word Count: 282  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating:  T Characters: Casey Jones, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, Ms. Jones Warning: NA Summary: When Casey hears a very familiar voice coming from an alley, he rushes in.    Notes: I love Ms. Jones and have so many headcanons for her.   ffn || AO3

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Your Mama

It was the sounds of a fight that stopped them at first. And then it was the sound of a familiar voice that started Casey in motion. It gave him less judgement than usual, and he rushed over the rooftops towards the alley the sound was coming from. His friends, of course, kept up easily, even if they didn’t understand why he had rushed off.

He paused, looking down at the fight that was happening in the alley. Two punks were in it, and one very familiar woman, holding a couple of lengths of pipe in her hand.

“Ya made a mistake lady. Ya shoulda just given us yer purse!” one of them said.

“I ain’t givin’ punks like you any anything but your own butts.”

“Whoa,” Raph said. “Nice.”

“Come on,” Leo said. “We need to help—”

The punks moved in, quick, but almost just as quickly, the woman swung a pipe at them like it was a baseball bat and hit one of them hard enough that there was an audible crack and he dropped like a sack of rocks. The other pipe hit the other punk hard enough that he slammed into the wall, letting out a howl of pain as he clutched his shoulder and went down.

By this time, they had all jumped down into the alley. The woman whirled on them, and Casey stepped forward, hands in front of him. “Geeze, easy, Ma.”

“Ma?” Mikey said. “This is your mom?”

“Arnold,” Casey’s mom said. “Why are you in that ridiculous get up?”

“Arnold?” Raph said. “Arnold?”

“Well, I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Don commented.

Leo grimaced. “You have no idea.”

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The Red Wire | part 2

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So, yeah

You've been living as a half-Kraang for so long many common things feel uncomfortable.

Like sleeping in actual bed.

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A Simple Trick for Fic Writers

Hey, if you're a fic writer and a character speaks in a different language, you don't just have to add the translation in the notes. Use the following HTML coding to add 'text on hover' to the word(s). If the reader is on a computer they can hover over the text to see the translation.

<div title="This is the text in the box!">This is the text that shows in your fic!</div>

Here are some examples from a fic on my AO3.

This coding here <div title="a fool, idiot (lit. emptyhead)">Eyn utreekov</div> will show this on hover.

This next example shows that you can add a lot of text. The formatting is the same as above.

PS: When doing this, there may be spacing issues, but you can edit the text through AO3's html or rich text editor. From there you can add italics (like I did), bold, etc, and fix any weird spacing issues. Just be careful not to delete the coding that you worked so hard on 😂