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kinda crazy to be at almost 1K notes on this…

once again tysm for how wonderful this past year has been, hope y’all close out this year spectacularly with a great new year!

certain ineffable things

(rise Donnie x touch starved gn reader - little bit of angst, mostly fluff) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lazy circles drawn on hips.

Tender pats on the shoulder or head, conveying much more than mere words.

Nudges of encouragement or of endearment or at least conveying that someone else was there.

Various affectionate displays - all luxuries experienced in the most painfully infrequent intervals.

 At least, they were to you.

Home definitely wasn’t the place to be seeking out stuff like that - your upbringing had all but made certain of that - nor was anywhere with your colleagues or friends. Any time anyone so much as got near, your skin seemed to crawl and spine shivered and-

In short, it seemed an endeavor destined to fail.

That wasn’t to say you didn’t like it. The physical contact part, that was; the yearning and all that was inarguably awful.

But the occasional touch or elbow rub or hug just absolutely made you melt. Only when you felt like it though. And normally only when you initiated it. And typically only with a certain purple clad significant other-

A hand grasped onto yours.

You snapped back to the present, sitting in Donnie’s lab where you’d been idly passing him tools and utensils as needed and he’d been discarding them back into your palm, and where a misunderstanding where each of you thought the other to be passing them something and extended two empty hands made quite the startling connection of the two.

“Sorry!” Your hand retracted as if repulsed by his. “Sorry.”

He jolted on his own accord before looking over at you. “You alright?”

“Are you?”

Donnie blinked. “You shuddered as if I transferred a few thousand volts which, considering my current field of experimentation, is feasible. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all.” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. What a way to get dragged out of a soliloquy. “It just, uh, caught me off guard is all. What about you? You just about leapt out of your seat.”

“All’s good on my end.”

“Yep. Same here.”

“Alright then.”

A terse moment passed. Despite how fervently you hoped he’d turn back to his work and drop the upsettingly awkward conversation, Donnie’s softly confused gaze stayed fixed on you. 

It made your stomach churn in a manner halfway between flustered and unbearable - that was to say, leaving sounded like a viable option.

“You know what? I might go get a snack or something; it’s been a minute since I had anything so...”

“Right. Want me to have S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. fetch you something?”

“No!” You took a deep breath upon realizing you were nearly shouting. “No, that’s quite alright. I don’t mind moving around a little bit.”

“Oh. Okay.” Donnie remained wide-eyed and immobile, tracking you curiously even as you moved for the door. He probably kept that up as long as he could, as long as you were in his sight before going back to work, not that you knew for certain, of course. You had squared your shoulders and rushed out as swiftly as possible, only easing up when you reached the kitchen.

You set straight to work on that snack and a warm drink to help you recuperate.

With a sigh, you prepped a kettle on the stove, leaving it to boil as you ventured mindlessly to the pantry.

After retrieving something to munch on, something easily poppable, you returned to an eagerly whistling kettle, the contents of which you quickly emptied into an eagerly awaiting mug. You plucked a tea bag from the cabinet adjacent to the stove and dunked it in, setting a timer.

As the tea steeped, you tried not to do so in your thoughts. Swimming and swarming uncomfortably through your brain with unpleasant reminders of how unfairly you’d behaved earlier, how unfair the circumstances around how averse you felt toward simple contact were-

No, not going there right now. You busied yourself with snagging pieces of your snack, losing your thoughts under the fervent sound of crunching and grinding and-

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Right. The tea.

Steeping over and tea bag tossed, you gathered your bearings and paused in the doorway. On one hand, you could go back to the lab and talk things out like a sensible person. On the other hand, cowering away in Donnie’s room was also there.

“Psh.” You shook your head lightly at yourself and trudged your way to his room, ever the craven.

You sipped at your earl grey contentedly, navigating around stacks of thick books and planters filled with rich soil and plum-colored tradescantia. Donnie, ever the botanist at heart.

Following the oh-so-perilous journey across his purple-fluorescently lit room, you settled on his mattress. Something struck you as funny in a deprecating sort of way when you sat - going into his room uninvited and making yourself at home on his bed seemed less intimate than simply coming into contact with him. Maybe you were just desensitized to eradicating his personal space but still quite opposed to doing the same with his personal bubble.

Yes, it was funny. Pathetic, too, but ironically funny nonetheless.

You couldn’t remember the last time you purposefully came into contact with someone and liked it. Like, genuinely, when was the last time you were touched?

Yes, sometimes it happened out of necessity - someone helping fasten on a bracelet’s clasp or zip up an outfit or something of the sort - other times it happened by accident - like earlier - but other than that, you hadn’t the foggiest idea of when you’d last sought intentional contact with anyone. All you knew was that it had been a painfully long time which made it a painfully sore subject.

The quiet shuffle of steps made a sudden appearance, ones you could recognize as Donnie’s without even looking up. So you didn’t.

A weight settled a considerable distance away from you on the bed, the sounds of the anxious pops of phalanges and the wringing of wrists making it even more apparent it was him.

You took a long, slow sip of your tea, savoring the last bit of warmth cascading down your throat before deftly discarding the empty mug on his busied nightstand.

You shuffled.

Talking, right? That was what was supposed to, what needed to come next, right?

Hashing it out verbally, coming to a resolution, going back to sitting in the lab with hardly a word exchanged and certainly no skin brushing by skin.

How do you ask someone why they scarcely touch you without sounding inappropriate or impotent? Not exactly a normal thing to ask. Or feel.

And how do you describe the niche feeling of wanting to feel any kind of contact but only under the most specific of circumstances?

Daunting, it was. All of it.

“Do you want to talk about earlier?” Donnie broke the silence.

The shake of your head was nigh indiscernible, but he perceived it nonetheless.

He twiddled his thumbs.

You cleared your throat.

He looked up from his lap.

You cautiously extended your arms out. An invitation to skip the words and go straight to the resolution.

Hesitantly, his hand met yours, the feeling electric, burning as his digits slid across yours to take gentle hold of you.

The two of you met eyes and, upon seeing no disapproval, continued with the utmost care.

You couldn’t recall which one of you moved to lay down first, but the other quickly reciprocated the shift, both of you ending up facing each other on silken violet sheets.

Legs tangled lightly for the purpose of pulling each other closer.

Tridactyl hands lightly glided to your sides, as if handling something delicate.

Yours made their way up, joining together behind his neck.

“I’m being so honest right now: if you want to stop, we’re stopping,” you voiced quietly yet surely.

Lazy circles on your hips drawn by his thumbs drew you in, drawn by thumbs that had increasingly more bravado by the second.

“Seriously, any moment you’re done, we’re done.”

A low hum sounded his amusement.

“Not as in done done, like done with this specific-”

“Respectfully,” Donnie interjected lightheartedly, “shut up. I’m good if you’re good.”

“…”

The silence this time once again carried an awkward air, but it was decidedly less insufferable.

Another second was spent before he cleared his throat, not wanting to misinterpret your silence. “You’re good?”

“Mmhm.”

“Then it’s good.”

With that, you decided his advice to shut up was the best idea you’d heard all day and did so, nuzzling your face into his neck sleepily. The reverberating churr and tighter hold you received in return were exquisite.

Oftentimes words proved to be the best and most concise way to convey a message; however, sometimes actions took that distinction, able to show as opposed to tell certain ineffable things.

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hey gang, it’s me rallentando!

sorry for being so inactive - got caught up in college and boyfriend and life stuff - but I hope y’all chilling bc I hope to be back soon (I mean it this time-) as a consolation have a drawing of me and my boyfriend in our lizard and turtle sonas + donatello

lwk on hiatus till I get through my college stuff and most of swimming (so like after January) but I WILL post here and there

thanks for being there, and happy holidays!

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Yeah I’m two days late but don’t worry about it

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because you’re a

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so… any invincible fans in the crowd?

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imma try to be more active here (and I for sure needa catch up on some of y’all’s works I just know)

here’s a lil sketch for now folks :))

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I know I’ve been out for like a month and a half (MY B - applications and band and swim got busy) you KNOW I gotta show up for my boy 💜

AND THE WINNER IS:

DONATELLO HAMATO from RISE OF THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES

Runner-Ups:

Papyrus (Undertale) in Second place

Lilo Pelekai (Lilo and Stitch) in Third place

Ferb Fletcher (Phineas and Ferb) in Fourth place

Tied for Fifth place, Miles "Tails" Prower (Sonic the Hedgehog) and Laios Touden (Dungeon Meshi)

Thank you so much to everyone who came by to show their support, to rally for their favorites and have fun! This has been another round of the Autism Swag Summit! Goodbye for now!

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Help save Marah's family!

As the colder months begin to settle in, it becomes pertinent to remind you about the conditions in Palestine. The people of Gaza are trapped in tents, while torrential rainfall drastically increases the risk of flooding and sickness from exposure. The Israeli occupation and genocide is, without a doubt, entirely responsible for this suffering. This is the suffering Marah and her family have been forced to live under for now (as of writing this) almost a full year.

This cannot be allowed to continue any longer. Marah deserves to finish her studies in engineering. Her parents deserve to recieve medical treatment for their diabetes. Her family deserves to feel safe in a world not hellbent on their destruction.

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Risetober 2024 Day 1: Unicorn

We ALL know Leo would go cowboy mode when riding a unicorn.

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justr messing around with alcohol markers ft. @marsoid’s Lucky from Ride or Die n a ninja turtle

that’s all folks have a good night

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tmnt x reader competition 💚🐢

remember my post about wishing how someone would do a contest thing again ? :] have fun if you join!!

what do i have to do??? write a tmnt x reader fan fiction to one of the prompts i linked!!! then i’ll pick the winner and the winner gets something written by me (110% effort)!!! i’ll take suggestions for different prizes as well if someone wants something different :] or you can join just for the fun of it!!

depending on how many people join, i’ll either make a poll to vote or just pick the winner myself (more likely) :)

anyone can join!!!! you don’t have to be a tmnt x reader account or have even written before!!! everyone is welcome!!

rules / guidelines:

- post it to your account and tag me (whether it’s in the comments or the post itself doesn’t matter, just so i can get a notif & see it)

- ‘due date’: october 25

(i’ll update this if people need more time !)

- make it only one part!! no part two, part three… just one! :]

- no need to message me if to join (you can just post it & tag me) but i’d love to know! anyone can join! doesn’t matter if you haven’t written before either!!!

- have fun!!! challenge yourself in some way!!!

prompt:

write a tmnt (any iteration) x reader fic to the ‘prompt’:

pick any from here or here or just take inspo !

(i didnt pick just one so they could all be different but the basis is … not quite dating yet!!!! oh no!!! will they get there or not?!)

reblogs are appreciated! ❤️ everyone is free to join!!!

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old-ish art and a wip

happy evening folks

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Pearce (Donnie alter) drew this when he fronted and realized I wasn’t taking care of myself and I feel like I need to share and remind y’all too

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@feayline it’s always a pleasure to come back from a little tumblr break (albeit an unplanned one) to interact with a pal! /g

thx for the tag <3

do you make your bed? — I would like to be one of those well organized people who make their beds, but the last time I made it was uhh elementary school probably so…

(short answer - no)

what's your favorite number? — 3 or 7, I love my odd little numbers <3

what is your job? — my year-round job is running a hot dog cart (my life is literally papa’s hot doggeria)

if you could go back to school, would you? — still in it in my senior year of hs~

can you parallel park? — never tried it but I watched an instructional video by rupaul so I could prolly figure it out

a job you had that would surprise people? — lifeguarding I suppose? idk I feel like most people know I’m a decent swimmer

do you think aliens are real? — I have a game theory Hawaiian shirt that claims the affirmative

can you drive a manual car? — I am uhhh down to try it sometime 😈

what's your guilty pleasure? — bakinggg and cookinggg babyyy, whenever I’m feeling down or just plain rough I am making myself something (and preferably convincing someone else in my family to do the dishes)

tattoos? — nooo, I find them superrr wicked (/g) but I am personally too much of a wuss

favorite color? — blues, purples, indigoes 🤤💜

favorite type of music? — alternative hip hop and just laid back anything will always do it for me… also 2000s to EARLY 2010s pop and 80s anything

do you like puzzles? — a chance to mentally push myself? sign me up plsss (shameless plug - I loveee book of bill and finally found my way into the website)

any phobias? — I think I’m kinda scared of being alone romantically but also scared or romance… ironic innit

favorite childhood sport? — still in my childhood so SWIMMING‼️

do you talk to yourself? — 24/7, 365, baby! someone’s gotta hear me out and it’s normally me

what movies do you adore? — spiderverse movies>>> also the Terrifier movies cuz I like seeing my buddies get scared

coffee or tea? — oo I LOVE a good tea, but coffee’s p good too

first thing you wanted to be when you grew up? —president, funnily enough. we’ll still have to see tho

tags (as always, no pressure you lovely people) ~ @rottmntsimp @sweaterrat @allyheart707 @alexysss @artsy-teevee @notjustdragonspages (plus anyone else who wants to!)

@themetalbabygirl you're a gem for always tagging me 💜

do you make your bed? — Only if there are people coming over!

what's your favorite number? — 6 or 8. They're my dad's lucky numbers and I was assigned the number 6 as my number but I've always liked them both, haha.

what is your job? — Currently I am a full-time MA student and a TA on the side.

if you could go back to school, would you? — Baby, I'm still in school. I am terrified to graduate and have to live in the real world!

can you parallel park? — Yes!

a job you had that would surprise people? — This summer I worked in a Christian senior care home despite being not religious and very not straight.

do you think aliens are real? — Most likely. Do I think I'll live to meet one? No.

can you drive a manual car? — Haha no.

what's your guilty pleasure? — Sugary snacks. I know I need to eat healthier, but they're so yummy.

tattoos? — Not now, and probably not ever but who knows.

favorite color? — Orange, Pink and purple (sunset colors, tbh)

favorite type of music? — I like a lot of stuff! Musical theatre, pop, rock, metal, indie... It all depends on whatever mood I'm in!

do you like puzzles? — I have grown to like them, yes.

any phobias? — Needles, ugh. Also, getting pregnant and spiders freak me out to.

favorite childhood sport? — Uh... does theatre count as a sport?

do you talk to yourself? — All the time. I'm one of those wierdos.

what movies do you adore? — Lilo & Stitch; Tick, Tick, Boom; The Spiderverse films; Nemona; and In The Heights are a few!

coffee or tea? — Coffee in the morning, tea in the evening.

first thing you wanted to be when you grew up? — A cat.

@artbysarf @ladypok3 @rallentando1011 get tagged, bitches

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I think I miss my wife.

(ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROTTMNT!!!)

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I am completely normal when someone has an unconventional number of fingers and definitely do not find them immensely beautiful to draw

closeups

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hehe, guess who’s trying out a new marker set and is developing a new strain of obsession over a show they’ve already hyperfixated on for years?

bet you’ll never guess who… anyway here’s my version of me possessed as Bill n a couple billford sketches from class ;P