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This is a project I've had on the backburner for years, I'm finally trying to make it happen.

This is an interest check for these pins. They would be a set of three (left hand, right hand, heart) enamel pins. The hands would be 1.5" tall, and the heart would be 1cm tall

The current colors I'm working with are from the 1987 tmnt iteration, I want to cover more iterations in the future.

I'd also like to cover pride flags as hearts in the future

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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 serious 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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Seriously, go away. I don't want you here. No one does.

ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!

FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

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Drew Raph for fun~

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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Pretty Random Turtle Thunks

Noise

Rating: Cookies and Cream (16+ plz)

Summary: Flash Fiction of 835 words.

Bay!Raph struggles to deal with overwhelm of living in a world constantly at full volume.

His latest struggle with sound is you.

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I have a little something for ju big red girlies

Raphael always thought that he had a solid grasp on understanding what it meant to live in a world full of noise.

His entire life, his entire world for as long as he could remember, had always been a collection of cacophonies. 

From the constant racket of living beneath THE city that never slept or the never ending tumult that came from the reckless and wild life he lived, Raph had forever been surrounded by sound. 

If it wasn’t the city, or vigilant violence, any chance of possible silence was shattered by Raph’s brothers.

Leo’s tirelessly tirades, Donnie’s incessant info-dumping and Mikey’s constant chatter. 

Call him a grinch or whatever but it was always noise, noise, noise.

And if not his own brother’s, then Raph’s Achilles heel, his very own traitorous heart would betray him. The beat of heated drums that thrummed in his veins. Thoughts of inadequacy, self loathing and all over anger. At the world. At himself.

Such resonance that haunted his every step, his every thought, the entirety of his existence.

Raph, the little Atlas that he was, thought he could bear the weight of it all. His shoulders were certainly wide enough. He was strong enough. 

Ohhhh he made very sure that he was strong enough to could carry it all. Even convinced himself that he’d miss the weight of the hubbub if it was gone.

So yeah, he thought he can handle the noise of it all. 

Until you. 

Oh, until you. 

He didn’t know what it was. Just the comfortability of a safe companionship that grew over time? A stubborn seedling of fond affection that he never could seem to unroot in the protected garden of his heart? Or maybe the inevitable weakness of a spring season hinting just around the corner? 

Whatever it was, lately whenever you were near, the world went silent and you…

Well, you just…you were loud. 

Not necessarily in exact volume, though you did tend to get a bit more passionate in those moments of innocent and genuine excitement.

Those small moments that Raph treasured deep in the recesses of his heart that he would pull out like a picture to glance at on a rainy day. 

No, you were loud in the way that everything about you just started to scream for his attention. 

It wasn’t unbearable per sé, but it was heavy with a sudden weight that for the first time, Raph didn’t know how to hold. How to handle.

Your smile was a flash bang that had him reeling every time you shot it in his direction. Completely blinded by the fact something as soft and delicate could ever be graced upon such a creature as himself. 

It made his face hurt in his attempts to strangle back the ferocity of desire to smile, really smile the way he wanted to, right back at you.  With you, his heart cried out.

Your sweet scent was a siren song in a key that beckoned to him that caused his soul to ache for the mere whisper of hope, the smallest chance to have the privilege to harmonize with you. 

Your presence, just a mere brush or touch of your hand caused the constant state of drumming that was his heart to increase tempo like intense war drums. To the point he could feel it in his pounding in his finger tips as he had to physically restrain himself from unconsciously reaching out to you. 

If he ever go the chance to touch you, to hold you the way he wanted to, Raph wondered if he’d finally find the peace and quiet that he so desperately craved. 

Would all the noise go away? Or with your body in his hands, your heartbeat dancing in tandem with his, would all the volume of the world, in his head, in his heart, finally make sense?

Would all the sound come together and get lost in the symphony of you?

So that’s why he finds himself he’s sitting alone in his brooding corner. His elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, his breath heavy and labored with the weight of trying to hold the weight of…well…everything back.

Your visage branded to the back of his eyelids and your voice echoing in his memory like an unfair vision of the night. 

It made Raph feel like slamming his hands over his head and fully retreating into his shell, hoping to finding one dark corner not haunted by you, where he could get the stupid staccato of his heart back into place.

Because he couldn’t look away; he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t stop listening. 

And the worst part of it all, was Raphael was scared of the fact that he didn’t know if he could, or even wanted to. 

Yeah, Raph thought he could handle the noise.

But he very may well just perish at the thought of being able to one day have the privilege of pulling a sound from you.

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Random Turtle Thoughts...

Moments like this weren't common. But when they hit, they hit hard.

Your lips twitch as you sang the lyrics in your head. Alternating your weight as you tried to get in time with the rhythm. Attempting to make yourself dance. To get lost in the song.

Just swaying in your kitchen as you cook yourself another joke of a meal straight from a box, trying your best not to let the negativity drag you down. Shutting out all the hurtful, angry, and admittedly untrue things you're thinking about yourself.

To just get lost in the melody, the beat. Mouthing along with the lyrics now; not quite able to make your voice work. Trying - and failing - to put yourself somewhere else. To think something else.

A presence creeps into your awareness. Like a warmth coming in to chase away the cold. Static in the air that seems to crack then dissipate, leaving the air somehow easier to breathe.

You suck in a shaky breath as the tips of his two fingers touch your arm. It's gentle. And strong. Like him. His rough hand smooths down your arm to tenderly wrap take your own, causing you to melt into him.

He pulls, softly, to turn you away from the stove and face him. But you can't look at him yet. Not when you're so full of bad thoughts about yourself. So you close your eyes. Mostly to cut off the tears that threaten to make an unwelcome appearance. Bite them back. Squeezing tightly, to force them back down.

There's no hesitation from him. He takes your other hand and pulls you close. His breath hot against your ear for only a second. Then he's pushing you out. Momentum and the socks on your feet allow him to spin you effortlessly on the hardwood floor. You can sense him ever so faintly moving his body in time with the music. The sheerness of his mass giving you sensation that the floor dips just so with each tiny shift of his weight from one ball of his foot for the other.

A finely tuned physique giving an enthusiastic performance in miniature. All for you. To take you away. To get you out of your own head.

And it makes you smile. Though you still keep your eyes closed. Laughing now as the moisture pooling between your lashes sneaks free. It doesn't stop him though. The tightness in your chest ebbing free.

He holds your arms out wider. Pushes and pulls you farther. Spins you just a tad faster. Shimmies his hips a little more pronounced, hoping to entice you to join him. To shake all that stress and self-imposed hurt free.

"Dance with me."

It's a coo. A whisper. Like the voice of a dove. One that eases the ache in your heart.

In a little closer. Out a little farther. A spin a little faster still.

Only this time, he steps forward to catch your back against his plated chest. Broad, muscular arms encircle you. Wrap around you - cutting out all that isn't him. He buries his face in your neck. Breathes you in before peppering your skin with kisses.

The two of you saw together like this for several moments. His size, his strength, his comfort, his love, washing away the last bits of heaviness.

With a sniff, you finally open your damp eyes and turn to him. And you're met with bright, searching eyes. Eyes eager to see you're all better now. Eyes that tell you, he'll do anything he can to make it better.

And it makes you smile wider, a warmth spreading through your chest.

"Hey. There you are." A large, calloused hand raises to cradle your cheek. "There's the light of my life."

And suddenly, getting lost in the music is the last thing you want to do.

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"Draw the Turtles in Your Outfits" - 03 Winter Edition

Someone found my old "rottmnt in my outfits" post, so I'm back 2.5 years later with the 2003 turtles. As dozens of people pointed out in the previous one... yes, I do really enjoy the colour green...

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So, real talk, this was one of the most weirdly affirming things I've ever been told. Anxiety about truly "belonging" in a fandom is something I've dealt with for years and years, and it's something that affects a lot of us, I think. It also isn't helped by running into gatekeepers who insist you're enjoying the fandom "wrong" or who try to shame you for playing in the turtle sandbox in a way that makes you happy. Hell, I've seen evidence just recently that just knowing those gatekeepers exist is enough to make someone nervous about dipping their toe in.

I know I'm just a no-name newcomer, but I still wanted to let you know, if you see this:

You belong in the turtle fam. 💙💜❤️🧡

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First Kiss HC's

Hello, my Turtle Doves,

Inspiration hit.

Thanks to @leosgirl82 and @turtle-babe83

So, here are my versions of the guy's first kiss with the reader.

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

First Kiss

Leo

You'll be having a heart-to-heart.

And it's the first time in the seven years you've known him that he's opening up about his feelings.

To you

His best friend whom he has no idea is in love with him

And you're absolutely thrilled that he is trusting you with his vulnerability.

So you're making it absolutely clear that you are listening to every syllable that comes out of his mouth.

He notices how incredibly focused you are as he speaks

How your gaze keeps faltering and falling to his lips

Your glossed-over eyes watching as his tongue wets his suddenly very dry lips.

He's loved you for years but didn't want to push it.

He wanted to be sure his feelings were for real and not just a crush.

And boy were you making him feel real right now.

He pauses in his emotional confession

"Leo?"

God, you're beautiful.

He makes the decision

And you see it in his eyes, the second he does.

His hands come up to cradle your face as he places a gentle kiss on your confused pout.

You let out a small gasp

"Is this ok?" He whispers against your lips.

You nod and he pulls you in for another, this one full of all the love and emotion he's had building for all those years.

His lips are incredibly soft but firm, massaging and sucking in your bottom lip just a tiny bit

He pulls away and kisses each corner of your mouth before going in for the kill again, this time letting his tongue trace the crease of your lips, silently asking for permission to deepen the kiss

The moment he feels your lips part, he lets out a quiet moan of relief as his tongue sweeps in to find out how sweet you taste.

Not wanting to overdo it, he pulls back, hesitantly.

Creating a delicious, slight bit of suction as he removes his mouth from yours.

"Ok?" He asks looking down at your flushed face.

You're completely out of breath and all he did was kiss you.

You barely nod as your eyes flutter and look at his luscious lips again as you yearn for more.

You feel the vibrations of his chuckle as he holds you closer and whispers "me too," before he goes in for more.

Raph

You've had your eye on the big brute for some time now

And you've done quite well getting close to him - if you do say so yourself

Always finding a seat next to him whether it was during movie night or in his room on his bed so you could show him something.

And he couldn't lie

You were the cutest being to ever live.

I mean, what's not to like?

Who was he kidding, he didn't just like you. 

He was having f E e L i N g S 😬

And as you stood there leaning over his shoulder, showing him your latest and greatest work

And gushing with pride

He couldn't help where his brain decided to take things

The sparkle in your eyes

The smell of your skin

The heat of your body

And your lips…

He was moving before he realized what he was doing.

You gasped as you felt him yank you from beside him, and into his lap

His mouth hovering dangerously above your own

That gasp sobered him quickly.

"Ummm…" 

You nod quickly, giving him the courage he required to finish what he started

And true to his nature 

His passion was beyond compare.

Firm, demanding, possessive

He was thirsty and you were the only one that could quench it.

His large plush lips, tenderly coaxing your smaller ones open

His smooth, graceful tongue, teasing yours into his own mouth and making you moan

That sweet sound made him a bit more aware of your current predicament

causing him to pull away in a panic

"Why?" Is the only thing your brain could get your mouth to say.

"I've liked you for a while, and…" he says sheepishly.

"No. Why'd you stop…"

He gets the biggest grin across those sexy lips of his and gives you more of that delicious affection.

Don

You're curled up on Don's office couch, reading some fanfic on your phone 

Waiting for him to finish up whatever he's working on at his desk.

He promised it wouldn't take long

Twenty minutes tops, he swore.

That was three hours ago.

You knew it was going to take more than twenty minutes. 

He's been your BFF for the last two years.

But alas, your patience was waning but only because you needed your daily fill of the flirty, incredibly sexy genius

Your lips turned upward in a devilish grin as your brain formulated a plan to help your overwhelmingly, in-love heart get the attention it longed for.

He sat there cursing the math gods that his calculations had been wrong

Again

He needed to finish this, but he also knew he needed to engage you somehow

It was him, after all, who had begged you to come and keep him company for the night

But only because he needed his daily fill of your sweet smiles and light, loving touches.

God, he was so in love with you

But also overly cautious -

Out of respect for you and the amazing friendship you shared.

Then it hit him

Literally

You tossed a pillow at his back.

"Hey!" He said, not turning around.

You tossed another

"Sunshine, I swear to God…"

"What? What are you gonna do…" you taunt him as you toss another one

He's secretly loving it, but turns and gives you a look of warning

Good. You have his attention.

"If I have to get up from here…"

You throw the last pillow at him before he can finish his sentence

He stands up and dives at you, tackling you where you're sitting on the couch

And then comes his onslaught of tickles

"What. In the WORLD. Has gotten. Into. YOU?!" He asks, through gritted teeth as he tickles the shit out of you.

"Serves you right... For... Ignoring. ME!" You finally get out through screeching laughter.

"Naughty," he says right before stopping to let you breathe.

He has you pinned to the couch, his body weight not allowing you to move. 

His arms are around you and your faces are about a foot apart.

He watches as your eyes flutter and your gaze travels to his lips as your skin flushes.

His heart yearns for a closer connection

It begs him to make you his.

"Don…" your voice is barely a breath, and your eyes are on his slightly parted lips

His heart wants him to kiss you

And this time, his brain agrees

He lowers his face to yours and nudges your nose with his snout.

You let out a sigh of frustrated anticipation as you chase his lips with your own

He places a small test kiss on your nose and you move your lips up to his

"Please…" you whisper

He lands a chaste kiss on your needy pout

Then another

And another

Until you let out a small whimper that pushes all his resolve out the window 

He presses his sensually passionate kiss to your lips, and it's equally eager and restrained.

His lips softly massage yours until you let out a small moan

His tongue no sooner touches the seam of your lips, than you've parted them, desperate for him to taste you.

He moans into your mouth as he becomes more and more intoxicated by the love and affection you're showing him.

You shift under him trying to get more comfortable

He feels you freeze, and at the same time, your breath catches.

You've gotten a full preview of what kissing you is doing for him.

He stops abruptly and pulls back to try and gauge your response.

You smirk up at him

He quirks a brow ridge at you

"There are no pillows left," you say," if you stop now, so help me…"

He cuts you off with more of those mind-blowing kisses

And say no more. Because he'll never deny you his time ever again.

Mike

Mikey, the lovable

Mikey the funny one

Mike… y… is in full tactical gear?!

Oh, be still your beating… everything.

You were sitting on Don's lab table 

And your hilarious bestie comes strolling in

Like a fucking boss

Decked out from head to toe in black neoprene and dangerous weapons

Is that a Legstrap?

Oh, mother of Earth, someone needs to restrain you now.

You've had it bad for your fun-loving friend for ages 

And you SO wanted more

But it was hard to tell with him

He flirted with everyone

So you just played it cool and remained his buddy

The second he busted through the lab doors, all serious, he knew.

He was fucking right.

You, his best friend that he'd been pining for -for years- liked him.

And now he was going to use this knowledge to his advantage.

You couldn't help but let a sexy little smirk pull at the corner of your mouth as you hopped down and strolled up to him.

Good LORD did he look like a fucking snack

He quirked a quick brow ridge at you as he smiled down at you.

Your eyes sparkling as you looked up at him

Your hand had found its way to his belt buckle and wrapped itself around the metal clasp.

"WHAT. is. This…" you purred.

Ohhh. Mikey, likey.

"Cool shit, huh Babygirl?" He beamed back.

You nodded, as your eyes took in his handsome features, a huge smile still adorning your face.

His heart nearly beating out of his chest as he watched you appreciating his appearance.

He worried momentarily as your face suddenly took on a more serious expression.

"You alright?" He asked

"This is really dangerous, isn't it?" You asked, suddenly fearful at the thought of him getting hurt

Or worse

He nodded, his hand coming up to cup your face.

"Don't worry. I'm always careful," he promises. 

"But…" you start, an extreme pout pulling the corners of your mouth to the floor.

Not on his watch.

He lifts your chin up and meets your lips with his.

"I have a reason to always make it back safe," he says softly, pulling you close.

He bumps his snout against your nose, "I hope that's alright," he whispers.

You nod, a stray tear escaping before he captures your lips for a full kiss this time.

His hand finds its way into the back of your hair as his tongue coaxes your lips apart.

You moan and reach your arms around his neck.

He tastes like the sweet melon he had been cutting up before he left earlier.

His tongue is like silk as he runs it gently across your teeth and explores anything you have to offer.

Which is everything, in case there was a question.

He slows the kiss, ending it with a series of small chaste kisses.

Leaving you wanting more, and causing an involuntary huffy whine to escape your throat.

He rumbles out a low chuckle

"I'll give you more if you help me get out of this thing," he teases, kissing your forehead.

"Not in here you won't," says Don from behind the two of you, causing a fit of giggles from the pair of you.

So you pull your sexy ass man out of the lab and to his bedroom to give him more reasons to come home safely.

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Klunk!! 🧡🐱

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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

There’s never a bad time to have a TMNT marathon. 

You can watch the entire 1987 series by clicking here!

You can see the 2003 series by clicking here!

You can watch the 2012 series by clicking here!

But wait, there’s more!

Want to watch The Next Mutation series? Click here!      - Here’s where you can watch the TMNT/Power Rangers crossover episode!

And of course, the movies! 

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990)? No problem, click here!

Go ninja, go ninja, go! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: Secret of the Ooze (1991) is right here!

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III (1993) would be located here!

TMNT (2007) can be watched here!

Wanna see Turtles Forever (2009)? Here is where you need to click!

Knock knock, you about to get shellshocked! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014) movie here!

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Marked

Raphael x GN!Reader

WARNING: BRUISING/MARKING KINK, descriptions of bruising and scars, biting, mention of non-consensual marking

Notes:

tl;dr: non-consensual marking is NOT OKAY, please trust your instincts and reach out if you think you need help.

This is a very dangerous subject that I make look very pretty, so before we get into this, it needs to be said that ANY kind of bruising/marking MUST be consensual, and, like any other kink, should be talked bout ahead of time very thoroughly. Humans are not 6' 5" anthropomorphic reptiles that go through a mating season once a year, and can absolutely control themselves. Real life is not fiction. If you're in a situation where this kind of thing tends to happen by "accident," it may not be an accident.

If you think you might need help:

This is the website for the Domestic Abuse Hotline

Their phone number is 1-800-799-SAFE ( 1-800-799-7233)

You can text by texting "Start" to 88788

If your gut is telling you that what's happening is not okay, it probably isn't, and you aren't alone.

Okay, back to the less important, but way more fun stuff…

You wake in the grey. The pale pre-dawn light filters in through the gossamer curtains, dimming and brightening as they shift in the gentle morning breeze. A single robin, nesting in the tree outside, ruffles her feathers, before hopping to the end of the alder branch and singing a greeting to the morning.

The sheets you're tangled in whisper sweet words and promises, tempting persuasions for you to stay in bed, wrapped in soft cotton and the arms of your beloved. The soft rumbling of his contented sleep against your spine is not making things any easier, but you somehow manage to extract yourself from bed, and pad silently to the bathroom.

It's darker in here, the early morning light from the window trapped on the other side of the shower curtain. It catches in the mirror as you shift the curtain aside to turn on the tap, the room quickly returning to darkness when the thick fabric falls back into place.

You study yourself in the mirror as you wait for the water to heat up. Dull, muted light, blocked by slate-blue polyester, pours shadows, like ink, over your skin. You tilt your head to the side, regarding some of the newer, more incongruous markings, imagining their colors beyond the monochrome. Would they be purple yet, or still moving toward a darker red? Would they bleed into the other, older colors, painting rainbows inside your skin?

A smile teases the corner of your mouth. It still surprises him that you love them so much. These markings. His markings. He would never hurt you intentionally, and you would never ask him to, but sometimes just being with you can push him past his limit. It never goes far, he'd never allow it, he'll just hold too tightly, push too hard, the evidence would rarely show until the next morning, hickeys and bruises scattered across your skin, and a blissful soreness in your muscles.

The shadow of a small scar, just where your neck meets your shoulder, catches your eye and your smile softens.

Last year was his first season after you'd finally stopped pretending, and admitted to yourselves that this is always where it was headed. It was his first season with a mate, and no one knew what to expect. When he felt the fever coming on, he panicked, and told you it was probably a good idea if you spent this first season apart.

It was different last year. You were together by that point, so the fever felt different. It didn't hurt, he just... needed you. In every way imaginable.

When you were apart, it felt like he was drowning, and when together, he felt dizzy and high. It was intense, and getting stronger, fast, and, frankly, it scared the shit out of him. So he decided that it would be safer if he kept his distance until he felt like he could keep himself in check. A decision that, to his credit, he managed to stick to for about 16 hours.

What followed was the reason why this year, you're here in the country, rather than cooped up in a sewer with a bunch of hormonal, territorial reptiles, or in your apartment, surrounded by other people.

He didn't even realize he'd bitten you until he tasted blood. Raph is normally all about biting in the bedroom, but this was different. He had been doing his best to stay away, so he took patrol on the other side of town, and a new coworker had walked you home. Raph could smell him on you. He was nice. Respectful. Kept his distance. And some part of him deep, deep in his DNA had a primal need to ensure it would stay that way.

When he caught the boy's scent, there was no anger, or jealousy, there was just the knowledge of what needed to be done, and his body's instinctive response to carry it out. They are free to admire, the others, of course they are. Personally, it's one of his favorite hobbies. But he is bound to you. You are his. And your body would carry their one warning.

He was inconsolable after it happened, refusing to see you until a full two weeks after the season was over, and there were many many long talks. This was one of those not-quite-human things that the two of you had been unprepared for, but eventually you worked out a plan, and two weeks ago you arrived at the farmhouse to ride out the following few.

Your hand reaches up to brush reverently over the raised skin. The aggression of the previous year hasn't returned. He's convinced it's the solitude, but you're not so sure. In the dark hours, when his skin is against yours, he is drawn to the scar like a magnet, dragging his teeth and tongue over it, with deep murmurs of your name, and "mine..." and gooseflesh scatters across your skin, as you wonder to yourself if this might have something to do with it.

Steam begins to tumble over the shower curtain and gather at the edges of the mirror. Stepping back, you pull the curtain aside and step into spray. It glitters, silver in the white gold morning, and you look down at your body, a riot in bloom within your skin.

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Raphie edit

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HI! Hello! Sorry to randomly drop in but my playlist was bugging me and while listening for the perfect song to write, I was unfortunately fortunately hit with butt loads of inspiration. So I’d like to share one specific hit just for you tonight with a little hug and a lotta of extra love

Just seemed very Red coded to me and thought you could use a little Jammie Jam pick me up🧡

AnYwhIzZle, random I know but just was thinking of you n sending all the love your way!

This song felt like a big hug and I loved it even though you made me cry. Thank you so much. It's going on my Red playlist. ♥️

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At least once a day, there is a moment where I have the deepest need to climb into his lap, feel those big green arms wrap around me, and just fall apart.

There's something unfair about that.