#Rottmnt angst prompt fill

[daboyau]

8. Drugged or 11. Infection, your choice 👀

Sooo I decided to go with drugged, but maybe not the way you’d expect….

@boots-with-the-fur-club

Donnie’s already in bed when Leo stumbles through his bedroom door. He sighs, very deliberately not looking up from his phone. There’s a very fascinating article on cloning he’s only just found time to actually read, and he’s not particularly interested in indulging any of his brother’s hairbrained shenanigans at the moment. 

“Dee,” Leo says, and that one soft word is all it takes. Donnie’s head snaps up, his heart already in his throat. Leo is smiling, but he’s clutching at the doorframe like it’s all that’s keeping him upright. His scales are a horrible, sickly, washed out color of yellowish green.

“What did you do?” Donnie demands, flipping from his loft. It’s a testament to his worry that he doesn’t stick the landing, stumbling, one knee buckling under him. He doesn’t feel the pain as he scrambles forward, hands already outstretched, prodding at his brother’s face, clutching at his arms, searching for the damage.

“I think I really messed up this time,” Leo says, and his smile is still stretching his cheeks. His eyes are bright and glassy. His pupils blown wide wide wide.

“What did you do, Leo?” 

“Took too many,” he says, and his smile finally wavers, and he turns to the side to vomit on the bedroom floor. 

Adrenaline is coursing through him, making his hands tremble and his heart beat too quick inside his chest. He grabs his brother before he can collapse, helping to guide him slowly to the floor, careful to keep him out of the puddle of sick.

“Leo. What did you take.” His voice is clipped. Harsher than he wants it to be. He can’t help it; the tightness in his throat is too painful to squeeze any other emotion around. Leo doesn’t respond. Donnie gives him a sharp little shake. “Tell me what you took, Leo!”

His brother’s murmurs are low, and so slurred he can’t make anything out other than a soft string of nonsense. 

sorry. accident. promise. sorry sorry sorry.

His hands are shaking as he presses a finger to the pulse point at his throat. Leo mumbles something, head lulling back, eyes fluttering and rolling. His pulse is frighteningly slow. There’s something he can do to help. He knows there is. 

But he can’t think around the panic and the horror at the realization of what Leo’s done that is rising higher and higher, filling every available space inside his mind with nothing but static. He opens his mouth. All the escapes his throat is a rasping, broken sound. He takes a breath. Clears his throat. Tries again. 

“Raph.” His voice is still so small. He can’t tear his eyes away from Leo’s pale face. He feels cold. A sound rips itself from his chest, something unnatural and unpleasant. Leo stirs, head rolling, eyes fighting to open. He stares, and he raises a trembling hand to press against Donnie’s cheek. It is clammy. So, so cold. 

Why does he look so sad?

Donnie holds it tight, keeping it pressed close to his cheek even after it’s gone limp.

“Dad! Raph! Help us!” 

[goosewriting]

Pink 31 with Raph and a reader who's going through a bad day mentally, so they have a comfort movie night that ends with scenario 23, where Reader falls asleep on Raph's shoulder (or i guess arm would be more realistic lol)

Please stay (rottmnt Raph x reader)

scenario 23: A falling asleep while sitting next to B, as their head falls onto B’s shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake A. prompt 31: “Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.” “l’ll stay for as long as you need.”

summary: reader is having a bad day and falls asleep on Raph’s shoulder. 

relationship: Rise

warnings: angst and comfort, raph being a sweetheart 🥺

word count: ~790 

A/N: oh to have a giant turtle to cuddle with on bad days 😩<3 ended up having Raph move the reader to the bedroom instead of sitting still whoops

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

– – – 

Saying that Raph was worried was an understatement. You hadn’t been answering his texts or calls. He assumed you’d be home by now, but you never replied to his message asking if you got there okay. Apparently you hadn’t even read them. 

Assuming the worst but trying his best to get the worst-case scenarios out of his head where you were hurt, he made his way to your place in record time. Climbing down the fire escape he hopped onto your balcony and softly knocked on the glass door, calling your name. 

You were sitting in the dark, curled up between the couch and the coffee table, after one of the worst days you’d had in a while. Illuminated only by the lights from the street below, you lifted your gaze with tired eyes and tear-stained cheeks to look at the balcony when you heard the knocks. Seeing Raph’s worried face looking for your eyes in the darkness, it both filled you with relief as well as it brought a new wave of tears, as you were longing for his comfort. 

With languid movements and shaky limbs, you couldn’t even muster the strength to stand up, so you all but crawled towards the balcony, undoing the lock. Without wasting a second, Raph opened the door and came rushing in, crouching down to your level and asking if you were okay or hurt.

Between choked sobs you told him about how bad your day had been. Every single thing that had gone wrong ended up piling up and now here you were, just so done with everything.

Raph sighed in relief to himself, seeing that you hadn’t been physically hurt by someone or something. He decided not to bring up his many texts and calls that went unanswered, as to not throw even more of a burden on you. 

Picking you up from the floor, he closed the balcony door and brought you to the couch. Settling you down, you crawled back down to your original spot on the floor with a whine, wanting nothing more than to wallow in your misery a little longer. With a soft smile, Raph moved the coffee table away from you so he could fit in next to you. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, and after thinking about it for a moment, you shook your head, bringing your knees up and hugging them to your chest.

“Alright” he thought of something else to do. “Then do you want to watch a movie?”

You supposed it would be a good distraction so you agreed. Raph took the remote (which looked comically small in his huge hand) and put on one of your comfort movies. You had watched it a thousand times by now, half of those with him, but it brought a smile to your face and warmth to your heart every time without fail. 

As you two were propped up against the couch, the only thing that could be heard in your living room was the sounds of the movie and your sniffles every now and then. As the time passed, you kept cuddling closer to him, and he let you practically melt into his side, enjoying how warm you felt against his skin. By the end of the movie you were fully asleep, leaning onto his arm, with your own looped around his, holding onto him tightly. 

Raph looked down at you for a moment, memorising your sleeping face, which looked much more relaxed than before. Your eyes were still slightly puffy from crying but you looked so much more at peace right now, your natural beauty coming through. 

He tried removing his arm as gently as possible from your death grip without waking you up, which took him a couple of minutes with the way you were clinging onto him. Once he was successful, he picked you up again and brought you to your bed. As he was tucking you in, your eyes fluttered open. He was about to apologise about waking you up, but you spoke first.

“Can you stay?” you whispered, not finding enough strength to speak in your normal voice. “Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.” 

“l’ll stay for as long as you need” he responded and sat down on the floor by your bed, with this torso leaning on the mattress at your side. He didn’t want to shred your bed with his shell.

You thanked him and took his hand in yours, slowly falling back asleep. Raph smiled to himself at the sight, gently stroking over your knuckles with his thumb. With a whispered promise of always being there for you, he too felt his eyelids getting heavier, slowly being pulled into dreamland. 

~~~~~

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[hyacinthstears]

Name: Hyacinth (Cin)

~●○°●○°●○~ Likes: Whump, Gore, Body horror, Horror in general, Torture, Hurt/no comfort, Character death, Recovery, Michelangelo-centric, abuse, found family, Gods/any story that features gods, space and stars, Fics based on songs, is/going crazy, anything featuring Mikey getting hurt in some way, Badass Mikey, Helpless Mikey.

Squicks: Sexual stuff, fics not featuring Mikey in someway (he's my fav), iteration basing.

Favorite Iteration(s): Rottmnt, tmnt 2012, IDW(haven't read all of that one yet) Tmnt 2003 (Haven't seen all of that one yet), MM/Tottmnt.

~●○°●○°●○~ Prompt #1 - Rottmnt Mikey meets Last Ronin Mikey. Prompt #2 - (Rottmnt movie) The Krang get Mikey instead of Raph and they find out about his mystic powers. Prompt #3 - A gore filled angst-fest with Donnie and Mikey from my "Leo's Descent" AU (Its not done but I want to see what people can do with what's on my tumblr so far) Prompt #4 - 2012 Mikey beats the heck out of his brothers without even really paying attention in a 1v3 cause none of they realized how cool and badass Mikey really is, not even Mikey. Prompt #5 - 2012 tmnt and Rottmnt have a crossover and they team up to beat (Insert bad guys here) but the fact the Rottmnt were made to be weapons of war set them apart and they end up scaring the 2012 boys (angst). ~●○°●○°●○~

[thevoidisscreamingbackatyou]

i really didnt mean to write poems for rottmnt but uh,,,here ig FBSKDN-

feel free to request some prompts if u want to btw!!

broken machine- f!donnie centric, inspired by @maybe-i-am-boring :3

my arms are broken gears and 

my eyes are metal wires

my heart is running on fumes

please, i'm so lost and tired

i want to fix myself so that i 

can't be left behind

but i don't know what to do

to restart this broken time

mystic powers can do everything

that i can but better

so leave me on this broken earth

and bury me in sweaters

for i am but a broken machine

with parts long turned to rust

and all that's left of this machine

is a sad, empty grave and dust.

ahahaha n e ways

have a 2012!mikey and rise!leo one on dimension x/the prison dimension :)

from one bandana

to another

we cry a lonely song

for orange fades to blue

as the future mirrors the past

did either of us do anything wrong?

wrong enough to deserve this pain

trapped in prisons of our own makings

and singing our own lonely songs?

did either of us expect this,

when we first covered our pain with smiles

and let loose our tongues?

did either of us expect this kind of pain,

when we thought we knew about the world,

when we were still so young?

orange fades to blue again,

sunsets come and go

leaving us with our smoke-filled lungs.

kinda dont like this one but oh welp <3

hope yall like the angst :D

[octolingkiera]

5, 15, 16, 29

hi!! thanks for your ask!! :3

(the list)

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

so on the one hand, my danny phantom fics always get a lot of attention and it always leaves me a little surprised, but on the other hand, that fandom is very fic focused, so at the same time it Doesn't really surprise me when i get a lot of kudos for them. what surprises me more is how much other fandoms DON'T comment or bookmark or follow fics lol. i was seriously spoiled with those lol

as for a fic that's gotten more feedback, uhhhh hm. a couple of my dp fics have done better than i thought they would, yeah, but i also have this bleach fic that's in second person that seems to have come across really well, so i guess that one's the most surprising lol

aftershocks has done really well, but that's not surprising considering the talent that went into it, the fact we updated every week, and the word count, but it still baffled me as we were updating it how well it was doing lol

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

definitely my rottmnt separated au (chapter 1 is posted on ao3 as sunset hues, jetpack blues (SHJB)) lol. ive been putting a lot of effort into it, more than i give most of my fics, tho i'm realizing now as i'm working more on planning i may have jumped the gun a bit and posted it a biiit early?? but also i wanted to post it on my birthday so i'm not so concerned about that kdshbfhdsf

when i post chapter 2 (which is basically done except for the final revision i need to give it), i'm gonna reread chapter 1 as well and make sure it's up to date with the minor stuff i left out bc i hadn't nailed down some specifics yet (but dw, it'll be Very minor and won't effect the plot lol)

besides that, i have oneshot prompts i wanna fill out and i have a fic in the works i'm calling Fallout, which is inspired by fall out boy songs (which ive been thinking about since like february/march when "love from the other side" dropped lol)

i also lowkey wanna try to get a fic done for danny phantom's 20th anniversary in april but idk how that's gonna go lol. i'm still very focused on ninja turtles

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

of my 54 works on ao3 Fluff seems to be my most used tag with 10 times, which is. lowkey a surprise LOL. Hurt/Comfort comes in second with 7 (tied with "not beta read" and a tag for a danny phantom fic event) and Angst is in third with 6 (barring the two that i'm not counting lol)

going by just my rise fics, first place tag goes to Donatello and Leonardo are Twins (TMNT) with 6 of my 8 fics (ao3 says 9, but one of them is aftershocks, which i won't include bc it's a collab) and only reason it's not all 8 is bc i didn't tag it in fics where it's not a main focus lol

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

hmmmm let's see.... okay what have i written this year....

oh god that's a lot more than i thought, uhhhh

i have a lot of stuff i Really enjoyed tbh. there's a fun little action sequence i wrote for a later part of SHJB that i liked (that i'll prolly have to rework a little), there's a few Other parts of my prewritten SHJB stuff i enjoy, there's a bunch of stuff in my rise august fills i really liked...

but i think for a single line/passage, i'll go with this bit from the beginning of my fic what's in a name? (which is also posted here on tumblr!!)

Donnie, not bothering to look up from his phone, flaps a hand in the air dismissively. “I keep all my anger bottled up in here,” he taps his chest, “and hope one day it will just kill me. Like a normal person,” he adds, as if what he just described is unequivocally a universal experience.

this entire piece was a lot of fun to write and there's some more silly lines in this i really enjoyed but i think this is the one i think about the most, like the exchange directly after this lol

Leo purses his lips and steeples his hands, holding this fingers to his mouth. “So that’s a yes to the mad, then.” “Or it could be, like, the coo-coo for cocoa puffs type of mad!” Mikey chimes in, crossing his eyes and swirling a finger beside his ear. “Y’know, like British people say.” “Ew,” Leo says, because that’s all that needs to be said about that.

and this line a little bit down from that

Raph’s next exhale is heavy, the burden of Atlas in his eternal torment. “Pizza Supreme, I wish.”

thanks again for your ask!!! these were a lot of fun to answer. i love talking about my writing dfjghbdfg get me started and i'll never shut up lol

[daboyau]

Number 13 (collapse) + Mikey

For the ask game :)

Hiiii! I hope you like 💚

@psychologicalwarclaire

The thing about being the youngest of the family is that if you’re sick, it’s either going to be shrugged off or blown way out of proportion. Mikey wasn’t really interested in dealing with either one today. Raph had been so clingy lately, like he could sense that something was wrong, and he didn’t want to deal with how he’d get all huffy and hovery if he found out that he was right!

So he pushed through. He stubbornly ignored the way his stomach churned and how his head felt all fuzzy and the way his body was aching all over. He waved off Leo’s concern and glared when Raph tried to suggest skipping patrol tonight. He was fine! A little cold never hurt anybody!

At least, that’s what he thought. He was already mid-jump, in the emptiness between rooftops, when the world around him got all wobbly and his vision went a little black around the edges. That wasn’t good.

“Uh oh,” he mumbled, brain only half caught up as he tried to breathe through the sudden rush of dizziness, hands stretching in a desperate, instinctive attempt to make it the last couple inches to safety. 

His stomach twisted as gravity sunk its claws into him, yanking unforgivingly at his body, twisting inside his stomach. Oohhhh man, he shouldn’t have said yes to tacos. Bad idea. Almost as bad as trying to make a ten foot leap between rooftops when he’d barely had the breath to scale the fire escape in the first place. 

Then, a hand wrapped tight around his wrist. Squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise. He whimpered as gravity caught him again, the sudden stop tugging painfully at his shoulder and smashing him plastron first against the side of the building. Ow. 

“Mikey! You okay?!”

He forced himself to smile, head tipping back to aim it up at Raph’s worried face. The brick had scraped against his chin, breaking skin, leaving behind a smear of blood. He hoped it wasn’t too obvious in the dark nighttime shadows. Judging by the way his brother’s eyebrows creased and his mouth tugged down into a harsh line, that probably wasn’t the case, though. 

“You said you were good to patrol tonight,” Raph said as he hauled Mikey up and settled him firmly on the roof. His tone was almost accusatory, and it took everything in Mikey not to bristle at that. After all, anything he said right now would be an easily disproven lie. 

Instead, he kept his eyes on the middle distance and focused on wiggling his toes, never happier to feel asphalt beneath his feet. The world was still a little tilty around the edges. Probably better not to move just yet, no matter how much he wanted to just shrug it all off and run away before Raph could really get going. 

“What’s going on?” he heard Donnie call from somewhere far away. He and Leo had probably already made it three roofs away by now. No help from them in getting Raph off his shell, then. 

“Angie? You good, man?” Leo chimed in, his voice pitched high and teasing, trying to take the pressure off and soothe Raph’s fraying nerves. He was a good brother.

“I’m fine,” he said pointedly, shuffling a half step back. Raph made a weird little lurch, like he wanted to reach out grab him. Mikey’s frown was the only thing keeping him following through. Was the world spinning a little faster than usual? The wind against the back of his neck felt weirdly cold.

He could see Raph gesturing as he talked, but the words weren’t making any sense. They were like a low buzzing in his brain, rattling everything around in there. It was making him feel all prickly and his breathing was beginning to get a little faster. Why did his head hurt so much? Why couldn’t Raph just STOP TALKING?!

It wasn’t until he saw the hurt on his biggest brother’s face that he realized those words had slipped out from his pounding head and into the air between them. His breaths trembled and wheezed as they squeezed themselves from his lungs. He couldn’t seem to find the breath needed to say anything else, and the words felt all heavy in his mouth and jumbled inside his head, anyway. 

He took another unsteady step back, away from that sad look on Raph’s face. His foot met empty air. His brain felt like it was rattling around inside his skull. His eyes rolled back as everything around him began to tip. 

The world around him had already disappeared before he had a chance to even try to catch himself.