#and i wanted to draw mikey in pink

[bluesgras]

I don't,, know what to caption this. Uhh. mikeys of the multiverse become barbie real true colorized

eon rewind by @rubberducky2pointoh

snapdragon by me :D

extended family by @extended-family-au

redline by @coffinpal and @0ddbugs

sewer punks by @kettle-bird

[turtleblogatlast]

I’ve remembered that colors exist

[beolh]

p’tites racailles de bac à sable

[mrnnki-img]

teenage mutant ninja... rats?

(separate images under cut)

[tomiyeee]

@knightish-knight i feel like this is more..lovecore/barbiecore-adjacent, but i draw mikey in pink clothes that i really want irl lol

[chrissshub]

THE SHY GIRL TREAMENT

˚ ༘♡₊˚ˑ༄ؘ PAIRINGS: Manjiro “Mikey” Sano, Takashi Mitsuya, Chifuyu Matsuno x Shy!Fem reader

˚ ༘♡₊˚ˑ༄ؘ SYNOPSIS: How they fuck their shy girlfriends

˚ ༘♡₊˚ˑ༄ؘ CW: established relationship(s), teasing, fingering, clit play, oral (f & m receiving), praise heavy, squirting, implied throatpie

˚ ༘♡₊˚ˑ༄ؘ XOXO, CHRIS: This comes as a request and i wanted to expand on it :)). Sorry if it’s messy or whatever, I haven’t written multi-character posts in a minute. Enjoy!

˚ ༘♡₊˚ˑ༄ؘ MIKEY

When it comes to trying to ease your nerves, Mikey’s the teasing type.

He knows there’s more to you, more than you’ve come to lead him on. He knows how much of good girl you are, so kind, gentle, and patient with a man like him. It’s because you’re all those traits and more is why Mikey finds himself so drawn to you.

Something so pure and innocent simply had to have a dark side, a facet in you that he’s so desperate to discover.

He tries to draw it out of you in the subtlety of daily life—tugging at the hem of your skirt, bringing his hands to grace at the small of your back for a second longer, even peppering kisses at the crook of your neck because he knows how much it flusters you. He adores watching how your face shatters at the thought, how willing he is to take you anywhere.

Even now as he has you sprawled atop the messy blue duvets of the bed, your face still holds strong with a crumbling resistance—Mikey’s eager to draw it out of you.

You can’t comprehend what Mikey gets out it, what teasing you to ends does for him. He’s found solace between your thighs, his fingers to draw such slow circles along your clit. It’s a gentle touch that grows heavy, the gradual weight searing deep into the puffy hood.

You’re gorgeous like this to him, basking in the bare palm of ador itself. His fingers never fall short to please you, the sullied pads of his digits teasing the cute bulb. It’s the hot twitches of bliss that Mikey’s searching for, that enriched flame consuming your poor pussy.

He works at you on his own pace, such slender digits exploring all there is to you. Not an inch of your cunt isn’t known by him his swirling the sticky webs of your essence across your pussy. It’s because of him your folds don a silky sheen, the budding pearl of your clit graced with a shimmer blessed for a diamond, and the glassy webs weaving over your fluttering slit.

“Fuck, pussy’s just so pretty, baby. Gonna take me in like a good girl today, right?”

His tone’s so deep and smug that it’s harrowing, the thumps of your heart send into a roused blaze., Your hands can’t help but to race to your visage, the flat of your hands shielding you from his sights. All you can do is reply to him shyly, the small whimper of your voice breaking through the air.

“O-Okay, just…don’t say it like that…”

But Mikey always finds a way to get what he wants.

Just to prove his point, he’ll go as far as he needs to–or as far as it calls to be. In your precious case, Mikey’s willing to put in his all, reeling his ruined fingers from your cunt as the precursor. He rests back onto his hauches for a moment of relapse before filling the space between your legs with his hips, delivering such a harsh grip along the thick shaft of his cock.

The crown of flushed pink nips at your slit, the mindless pecks teasing your hole to stretch. His hips don’t falter to the beat, gradually introducing your walls to the thick girth bestowed onto his cock. He’s amused by the scene, the puffy plush of your cunt’s lips parting to welcome the full expanse of his length. It’s a pretty sight—-but nothing’s prettier than you caught up in the height of a fuzzy greed.

“Y-You’re s’ big, Mikey, fuck—”

That’s where he catches you, right at the sliver line of coherency and obscurity. His hands ground themselves beside your head, forming a cage just befitting for his pretty girl. You don’t know whatyou’ve started by muttering those five words—those five words that unknowingly seal your fate for the night.

“That’s so dirty, baby. Moanin’ my name like that, makes me think you want something!”

The dark hues of his eyes always seem to catch yours one way or another. Mikey bring his chest to smother against your own, pinning his lips to the shell of your ear. He has to say it, to say the very words to bring down from your high horse onto the plane of hellish lust he occupies.

“Knew you were a slut, now lemme hear all of thse pretty moans of yours!”

˚ ༘♡₊˚ˑ༄ؘ MITSUYA

When it comes to trying to ease your nerves, Mitsuya’s the sweetheart type .

He understands, he really does—the stress of revealing your body to him. Though he doesn’t quite understand what warrants that striking heat to stir up deep within your tummy, he knows that it’s his job to reassure you of any and all doubts.

He keeps that thought as his mantra, using it in his life to create those small stepping stones. Compliments were always boiling at the forefront of his tongue, his hand clinging to your waist, and the kisses he’d smother you in were nothing short of his infallible love.

He puts so much effort in for a night like tonight, Mitsuya slotting himself between your legs with inexplicable ease. His hands cup at your hips for support, the pads of his thumbs rolling loose circles into your roused skin. Mitsuya’s cheek lays along the warmth of your inner thigh as he melts into you, his attention set solely on your cunt.

There’s just something about you that brings his mind to a startling blank. Without touching you, his heart rings with a pang so heavy it floods his ears. The anticipation instilled in him bleeds across his skin, his veins pulling cours of thrill to the surface. The second his fingers do reach the lips of your cunt, his lips ghost past, all too ready to place a needy kiss onto your clit.

He shouldn’t be this endowed to you, Mitsuya losing every bit of himself in you. It’s messy, the melding spills of your essence and his spit decorates the canvas known as your skin. He prays you’ll forgive him for how far he’s fallen from his goal. He wants to keep you calm and free of any ulterior thoughts—but fuck do you taste good?

You taste so good on his tongue that it’s indescribable. Every delve he deals between your silky folds only delivers a world of drunken bliss riveting across his body. It’s your scent, your flavor, the way your pretty little clit twitches along his plush lips, all of it takes a toll on his composure. And Mitsuya simply has to let you know, his whimpers drown within the heavy unclasp of his lips.

“Feels good, Princess?”

“M-Mhm, feels really good, Takashi.”

“Good, just keep relaxing. Wanna make you feel good.”

Why it’s so much on him that he’s far gone from the forgotten goal, replaced with the urge to make you cum. He’s so hellbent on it that nothing can or will distract him from it—even the sudden bucks of your hips.

His hands brace your hips that much rougher, pinning you to sink deeper into the bed. “Don’t do that, you gotta cum fr’ me, ‘kay?”

“B-But…, ‘m gonna cum!–”

He’s the one to cut your words short, pulling your clit between his lips for a final kiss. It’s the suckling force that spools your orgasm out of you, the glass droplets of your high weeping from your pussy. He draws back from you to admire the scene, the swollen lips of your cunt dressed in blissful tears. His hands come to pat at the precious sight, fingertips grazing along the frail mounds.

“Oh, shit, look at that? You squirted so much fr’ me, Baby! That’s my good girl!”

˚ ༘♡₊˚ˑ༄ؘ CHIFUYU

When it comes to easing your nerves, Chifuyu’s the sympathetic type.

It’s in his nature to care, to put his heart for everyone—especially when it comes to his sweet girl. All he wants for you is comfort, it’s all he strives for. He loves you watching your eyes light up at every kiss, every embrace, every compliment, all of it offers him a thrill. Yet even with all his efforts, Chifuyu knows he can’t quite help all that pops into that head of yours.

Even now he wants you to be comfortable, placing a pillow onto the ground between the soles of his feet.

It’s embarrassing, he knows but words couldn’t begin to describe how much Chifuyu loves having your pretty lips laced around his cock. The soft kisses at his slit, trailing pecks, even the heavy ring of white packing at the base of his cock—he’s a sucker for it all.

A sight for sore eyes is all he takes it as—your puffy cheeks, plump lips dripping with drool, and the prickling warp of tears building at your lashes. He’s practically whimpering at your touch, how your hands swivel at the thick shaft just to coax his cock that much more.

He knows you don’t know it, the mess you make out of him. Chifuyu can barely find a moment’s rest when you sit before him, milking his cock for more than he’s worth. He can feel the swelling bloat of his balls fill with his deepest desires, just waiting to explode down the constricts of your throat.

And yet, Chifuyu’s even more sure that you don’t know just exactly what you do to him, his eyes glazed to your limp tongue traveling along his underside. He’s so caught up at the lusty sight that he nearly missed the soft coo of your voice, the strained wince calling out to him.

“Fuyu…” you mumble out, swollen lips reeling from the silky lather of his cock. The soapy rivets of spit dribble from the wispy threads connecting you both, weaving itself along the swells of your bare chest.

The hazy green hues of his eyes fall in line with your own, Chifuyu offering you a stare through the thick gathering of his lashes.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I wanna make you cum…soon.”

A breathless gasp is all Chifuyu can manage, eyes widening at your words. There’s such a stubborn pout on your visage that he can’t help but gawk, the strain befalling your brows and lips alike. All he can do is mutter out his raw thoughts to the air, staggered by the own heat rising in his cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re so cute…j-just don’t look at me like that!”

He’s weak, but the strength he musters in his body is enough to bring his palm to cup at your cheek. He’s even willing to close the distance between you both, the rousing heat beneath his skin wafting across your own.

“You wanna make me cum, baby? Keep looking at me like that and you will.”

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[mytheoristavenue]

Hey hon!

I have loved all the funny innuendos in your heatwave series and I was wondering if I could possibly request a Christmas version? You write it so well and I think it would be just hilarious! No worries if you aren’t interested. Just thought it would be cute! Hugs! 💚

Anything for you!

TMNT 12 Turtles x Reader - Cold front!

Summary: During a record low cold front, you find yourself being fought over for your warmth.

Warnings: mostly fluff, a few suggestive situations.

You shivered, pulling your jacket around your tighter, expelling a visible breath as you entered the lair. To your surprise, it was seemingly empty. Walking further into the living room, you called out to the boys, worried when you go no responses. Suddenly, a figure, cloaked in a fleece blanket popped up off the couch. "(Y/N), you're here!" Spinning around you found Mikey cuddled up on the sofa watching T.V. You giggled, coming around to sit with him. "Can I have your jacket?" he asked, crawling over to you and pleading.

"No, then I'll be cold." you replied with a guilty smile. He whined, plopping his head down onto your thigh to return his attention to the show he was consuming.

"Mmm..." he hummed softly. "So warm..." You laughed as he nuzzled your leg, latching onto it.

"I take it you're pretty cold if you think I'm warm."

"You are," he confirmed, snuggling closer to you, prompting your cheeks to dust a light pink. "My personal heater."

"Mikey..." you trailed off, feeling a bit suffocated.

Suddenly, you heard a voice grumbling down the hall, coming closer to the living room. "Damnit, Mikey! I told you to stay outta my room!" Raph's gruff voice complained. "Gimme back my extra blanket- oh, (Y/N), you're here."

"It would seem so," you snickered.

The irritated turtle sighed, finding that you were also using his blanket, deciding he didn't have the heart to take it away. Quickly, his mood changed, and he darted back to his bedroom, returning with an old comforter. With a smug grin, he came to sit on your left, throwing it over the two of you, before cozying up against you, without any warning or permission. "Raph," you stated. "What are you doing?"

"You're the warmest thing in this whole damn house, and I'm gonna get me some of that." You blushed shyly as the brothers began to argue over the fact that the older was only sharing his blanket with you. You couldn't be bothered to listen, you were too focused on how close they both were to you and the heat that was circulating beneath all the fabric of their covers.

As the argument seemed to draw to a close, you began to feel everything shift. Suddenly, you were pushed forward into a stand, and both turtles rearranged themselves on the couch. Before you could put two and two together, you were pulled down into Raph's lap, his arms snaking around your securely. Mikey filled the was of draping the comforter over the both of you, before layering the fleece throw on top. After every thing was said and done, he shimmied underneath the covers, snuggling into your doughy right side.

You sat frozen, enveloped in warm and presence. "Why...?" was the only response you could find as you peered up into Raph's lime eyes.

"Oh, Mikey wanted some of my blanket, but it's not big enough for all of us, so he said I could sit behind you and warm up that way, in exchange for most of the covers." he explained so matter of factly.

You were astonished to say the least. "Okay, but I wasn't his to barter with?" you scolded, only to be interrupted by the sound of the lab doors opening and shutting.

You watched as Donnie trudged out, looking as if he hadn't slept in years. "Temp's 'sposed to drop again tonight," he yawned groggily before glancing over at the huddle on the sofa. "Oh, good, (Y/N), you got my text." Just as the others had, he supplied his own blanket, a quilt with coffee stains. He sleepily walked over to the cushioned ottoman in the center of the room. "Feet up," he ordered as he pushed it flush against the couch where your legs had been. With that, he curled up on it, making himself comfortable as he rested his head in your lap, laying between your plush thighs.

You were unable to hold in your discomfort at this point. You were being used as a human heating pad and no body seemed to care. When Donnie had texted you and asked you to come over, you had not sighed up for this! "Is anybody going to explain to me what's going on!?" you squealed under the mountain of soft materials and scaly skin.

"We're cold," Mikey whined, nuzzling your side even more so.

"And you're warm," Raph added, squeezing your torso contently.

"Actually, it's a little more complicated than that, but that's the gist." Donnie corrected, his words falling against the denim of your jeans. "When turtles get cold, they don't go into hibernation like other amphibians, but we do tend to get," he paused, as if on que to yawn before continuing. "Pretty sluggish, and once when find something warm, we conjugate around that." he finished elaborating, glancing up at your still puzzled face with annoyance. "You're our warm thing."

You couldn't stop the glow in your cheeks as you felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility to keep the boys warm can comfortable. You notice Donnie shift in your lap to lay on his shell, hoisting his phone above his face as he texted.

"Thank God," a final exhausted voice called form the entrance to the dojo, accompanied with the sound of it slamming shut. Leo slinked over to the end of the couch, wordlessly collapsing on your left. His leg was thrown across you, his blanket wrapped around him as he latched onto you arm, already nearly asleep. You sighed, now that your dog pile was finally complete, and let your head fall against the front of Raph's shell, nuzzling him as you began to feel tired yourself.

This cold front was due to last several days, and there was no place you could think of that would be more cozy that right here with your favorite boys.

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[cupcakeslushie]

You seem to draw Donnie covered in Spray paint (pink and blue) a lot. Why is that? What got him hooked to it and why doesnt he have to mix the colors himself?

(BIG fan of the angsty separated au!!!!)

Draxum’s lab is pretty dull color wise, and Three wanted to differentiate his tech from Draxum’s. Huginn and Muninn are the ones who buy Three his spray paints! One of those small, nice things they try to do to make the kid a little bit happy. Purple is Three’s favorite color, but sometimes they’re limited in what they can bring him. (Also the pink and blue colors are a nod to Jinx—It’s kinda funny that her colors, pink and blue, when mixed, make purple)

It would be maximum shock if they all met right when Leo and Donnie rejoined the family, before they kinda started their healing process, cause they’re probably the most different at that point.

Rise!Donnie would be appalled at AU!Donnie, from silly things like the way he accumulates layers of grime without a care—to the rude way he treats April. AU!Leo and Rise!Leo would keep a wide birth from each other and probably stick to a buddy system with their respective brothers just in the hopes that they don’t ever get left alone with the other (their bros of course conspire to do exactly that, so they can get to know each other)

Rise!Raph would probably be really worried about AU!Raph just cause he thought his brother’s make him stressed and tired? But between dealing with Leo’s anger issues, and Donnie’s…everything, AU!Raph looks ready to drop any second. AU!Mikey would love Rise!Mikey, cause he’s adorable, but he’s a little sad when he looks at him, cause he acts just like he used to, before he was thrown into the arena, so he tries to tone down the bad and make it sound more exciting so that Rise!Mikey doesn’t know how horrible AU!Mikey had it.

The Kraang would def be the Rise Kraang version. The movie would take place a little while after the defeat the Shredder. I’m still working out the timeline cause when I was first deciding their ages, I forgot about the two years from the end of the series and the start of the movie 🙄. So I’m doing some reworking on that end. I think I’ll either change them to be a few years older at the start of the AU than I made them, OR the AU and the fight with Shredder will go for a longer stretch of time than it did in the series. That way there’s not a huge two year gap of unknown time between Shredder’s defeat to the start of the movie. EDIT Now that we know the series took place over two years and it was only a couple months between the finale and the movie. Their ages are gonna be the ones listed on their character charts!!

I’m still not even sure if I’ll manage to make it that far, but hopefully we will get there eventually! Cause I really wanna get to Casey. In fact, I’d probably make it less about Leo growing into a more serious role (cause obviously he’s already there), and more about him really accepting the love of his family. We might even see a future Leo come back with Casey?? It would be so hard not to go that route cause I love that idea so much 🤣

But I honestly don’t know yet what I’d really like to do. And I’d hate to give an answer that I’d have to redact later. I’ve got a lot of ideas, but I can’t even think about them, until I put out all the other stuff I’ve got planned. So let’s all cross our fingers and hope we get there some day lol!

2012!Leo would go MOM MODE™️ EXTREME, 2012!Raph and Don would take off like a rocket with the intention of hunting down and murdering Draxum, Shredder and Big Mama, and Mikey would probably be caught between holding back tears and doing his best to tell jokes and ease the tension, or following after his brothers in their murder spree.

Basically as much as the 2012 boys would be thrown off at first over how different the AU boys are from the other versions of themselves they’ve met, they’d go HARD as the protective older bros. But the only one who’d probably actually appreciate it would be AU!Raph cause he never gets to be the little brother lol.

@smoldevelopingcookie @c00k13san2 @luvrbug @organisedchaosstuff @uniqueness351217

Separated AU tag

[oleander-nin]

Sugar Cookies(Rise!Donnie x Reader)

A/n: Repost because I originally wrote this on a reblog and it bothered me. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Content Warnings: Fluff, Christmas themed

Words: 1047

Summary: You make Christmas cookies w/ the ROTTMNT guys, and you model your sugar cookie after your purple lover.

The lairs' kitchen smelled absolutely amazing and that was probably attributed to the cookies you and Michelangelo have been working on for the past half hour. Mikey smiled at you as he pulled the last batch of cookies out of the oven, they all looked perfect(except for the one dinosaur one Raph tried to make, it kind of spread out too much, but it wasn’t Christmas-y, so it doesn’t count). You quickly mix the rest of the frosting with their respective colors so everyone could start decorating, and you pull out the rest of the sprinkle containers. “You ready?” You look to Mikey who's putting the fresh cookies out on a wire rack to cool and he nods back at you.

“Let's get this party started!”

As you put the frosting into piping bags, Mikey calls everyone over, handing them paper plates as they walk into the kitchen so they can all start decorating. You take your own plate and grab one of the sugar cookies that’s shaped like a gingerbread man cutout. Donnie taps the table a couple of times to get your attention, and you both lock eyes. He grins and nods to the seat next to him. You roll your eyes at his nonverbal question, and make your way over to sit down next to him.

“Soo, what are you planning on doing?” You ask Donnie, looking down at the ornament shaped cookie he had on his plate. Donnie grins wide at your question and starts to ramble on about how he plans to perfectly decorate his cookie. You hum along as he talks, listening to his explanation as you collect the colors you want. Ready to start working on your own Christmas treat, you take a toothpick from the box in the center of the table and start spreading the green color all over the body of your gingerbread-shaped cookie.

Donnie glances over at your design choice and stops his monologue about his chosen colors to stare down at your cookie in disgust.

“Why, pray tell, are you using green to color your cookie?” His scowl makes you snort and you use the back of your hand to cover your mouth before you start laughing out loud.

“For your information, I have a plan. So boo hoo, I’m using green to color my tiny gingerbread man.” You stick your tongue out at Donnie and continue to spread the green throughout the cookie, trying to keep it as even as possible.

“I, for one, think it looks great,” Raph says, smiling over at you two, “and while it is a strange choice to color your Christmas cookie fully green, I do support you.”

“Thank you Raph, glad to hear someone appreciates my creative abilities.”

Donnie scoffs at you both before he gets distracted by Leo who, like you, is painting his entire cookie one color. Unlike you however, is the fact that his cookie is one, a snowflake, and two, bright pink. You have no idea where he got said color, as you have no recollection of making it when you and Mikey were working on the frosting.

The light conversation being made around you was comfortable background noise for you to work with, but now you purposefully hunched over your cookie a bit to try and hide it from your purple-cladded boyfriend. Mikey looks up at you when you reach across the table to grab the purple. Realizing what you're doing, a big grin comes across his face, and he slides the color over to you. Thanking him, you start on the mask and little accessories of your cookie Donnie.

Mikey kicks you from under the table and you look up at him.

“What?” You mouth to him, trying to draw as little attention to yourself from Donnie. Thankfully Leo was keeping him busy by trying to put some of the pink frosting on Donnie’s cookie and Donnie was attempting to fend him off.

“Goggles?” Mikey mouths back. He understood your want to keep it on the downlow, and you appreciated his compliance.

You shake your head yes and subtly nod over to the jar of rainbow sprinkles. “Two whites together.”

Mikey’s grin widens at your idea and nods thoughtfully. Donnie and Leo had finally stopped their petty fight, so you went back to hiding your cookie from your boyfriend's view. You could tell he noticed with the way he stared at you, but you just grinned innocently at him.

“What are you doing?” Donnie asks, trying to glance over at your cookie. “What, were you so embarrassed about your green cookie that you have to hide it now?”

“Mhmm, yup. Absolutely devastated and completely humiliated that you saw my cookie, so now I must hide it from the world.” You say, sarcasm dripping with every word. Donnie looks unimpressed with your words and rolls his eyes at you.

“Scoff, fine. If you don’t want to show me your hideous cookie, then I shall leave it be. I wouldn’t want to scar myself by looking at such a monstrosity anyways.”

You use the sprinkles to make his face and goggles, adding the finishing touches and cleaning up any wayward frosting. Happy with the result, you start cleaning up your mess. Sliding your cookie back into Donnie’s view, you wait for him to notice. Donnie must’ve sensed your staring, as he glances over at you before looking down at the cookie you made.

“Like my monstrosity?” You tease, throwing the words he used to describe you cookie back at him. You watch as Donnie gently takes the plate it’s sitting on and rotates it so he can see the cookie better.

“It’s me,” He remarks, looking down at the decorated cookie with stars in his eyes. “You made your cookie look like me.”

“Dibs on eating it.” Leo says nonchalantly. You're not sure he’s even seen it yet, as his face is still looking down at his cookie in concentration while he covers it in blue frosting to match the pink.

Donnie picks up a tube of frosting and squeezes it onto Leo’s head in retaliation, calmly wiping the frosting he got on his hands on a napkin before going back to admiring your cookie. You can’t wait to do this again next year.

[chiangyorange]

i was supposed to be drawing f!mikey. i did not do that at all. i will never say no to a hot woman.

LEONARDO

APRIL + MICHELANGELO

design notes under the cut

if you saw the sketch vers, what was deffo a first draft bc holy hell. anyway

i put in The Bracelet™ in her reffy but thats really for the ““completed”“ look, it still is on CJJ dont you worry

if u compare her to present!cassandra, it is intentional that she has no pink except for the glowing eyes on her mask

speaking of which, the mask is still deffo white, but with the power of i do what i fucking want, when she has her hood up, there is a shadow silhouette

arms

giant ass scars from idk an explosion i wasnt rlly thinking abt the story behind those

cassandra in general has pretty defined cheekbones but here specifically its bc of lack of food. you gotta feed ur baby man

[regretisstoredintheme]

Turtle Blush + Hand-holding

A/n: more brainrot?? More brainrot. I love making headcanons on different ways characters blush, it’s my favorite thing ok???? And the turtles are my hyperfixation at the moment… I just can’t stop thinking abt how they would hold your hand bc they’ve got 3 fingers instead of 5!!! there are complications!!!!! Also I wanted to draw blushy turtles so yeah.

— headcanons under the cut —

BLUSH!!

Most to least amount:

Raph

Donnie

Leo

Mikey

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Raph:

How he blushes

This boy will sometimes go full face red, but most of the time it’s all in his cheeks. They go rosy red all the time and his shoulders will blush too. IK IT LOOKS LIKE I PUT SOME ON HIS PLASTRON BUT I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO??? 😭😭 when he blushes he absolutely can not look you in the eye, he’s mumbling, stuttering, doing calculations of how to get out of the situation, (kinda like he did when locking up Ms. cuddles) and will start to back up if you get closer. Yk his lil nervous laugh? His lil “hAhAAHH..”? That’s his go-to reaction if you say anything about his actions (which you’re bound to) or if you brush your hand on his arm.

Why he blushes

It’s pretty easy to get Raph to blush, he just feels so lucky to be with you and the surprise that you love him too doesn’t fade too fast through your relationship. In like the first 6 months he’s like this, so when you give him a kiss on the cheek he’s an absolute MESS. And Mind Raph makes sure he knows it, feeling horribly embarrassed about his stuttering. This also goes on for a while before that insecurity calms down, allowing him to feel more comfortable in his own shell.

When he’s more comfy, even then he’s easy to fluster. If you catch him staring at you, he’s already embarrassed. He’s looking away with a slight blush, avoiding you— but if your gaze is steady, still staring at him - now he’s real flustered. Laugh playfully and he just might explode.

He likes to cradle you in his arms, he’s always wanted to be a protector and you put him at peace. He feels pure serenity when you’re near, and he adores cuddles. However, when you ask him for snuggles— he’s burning up, stammering through trying to say “I’d love to” , “my pleasure” , and “yes please” at the same time. “My yes… eh— pleased to— wait- yes the please.. my love to!! Oh god..” (he’s face palming fr.) Although, when you finally get situated— with his racing heart, he’s wide awake. He isn’t going to sleep until he can stop focusing on your face snuggling into his plastron, acting as a ball of warm sunshine to drown out his sleepiness.

Spoiler Alert: he pretty much just waits for you to fall asleep first.

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Donnie:

How he blushes

Donnie feels like the type to have a nose blush— and also I dunno why but I could see his shell blushing??? Even if only at the edges, It just seems so canon to me. His fingers go pink when he’s nervous, but those aren’t exactly a giveaway because they also freeze when he’s cold. He feels his mouth go dry when he blushes, thats how he knows he’s turning red, so he starts fiddling with the edge of his purple mask, trying to act natural while he pulls it down further over his blushing snout.

In this state, he’s really overstimulated, even the slightest chair creek would prick his nerves, so if you give him any attempt at physical contact he’s either short circuiting or smacking you away, unable to process the feeling. (It’s mostly the latter) ESPECIALLY IF ITS A NOSE KISS!!! He usually melts into your hands, but if he’s overstimmed, he will not hesitate to ATTACC.

He apologizes after, embarrassed that he bat you away.

Why he blushes

Easy, you outsmarted him. He’ll be throwing on his emotionally unavailable bad boy image, strutting his stuff, bantering with you — and then you will throw in a flirty comment that makes him have to just process for a minute. Usually he can bounce back, but if it’s something reaally flirty, then he’s just like 😀 … FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES HFJDHDJEB GIVE HIM A SECOND HE’LL FIND A COMEBACK

After he does so, he gives a small smirk, kinda proud that you were able to stun THE Donatello, smartest, bravest, most courageous turtle of all time— if only momentarily. “You won for once..” he marvels, “huh— I’m impressed.”

Also you doing something really cute, like doing an equation wrong but looking at him with absolute glee at getting through it— waiting for his approval. he is LOSING. HIS. M I N D. He’s trying not to squeal because “LOOK AT MY PARTNER. LOOK. LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK AAAAAA OH MY GOD” but the last thing he wants to do is flaunt the way Leo of all people does— he’s more civil than that. (Imagine how a badass villain shows off their partner.) if anyone says anything about “pff what an idiot” when you’re doing something he thinks is absolutely adorable— he is pulling out his disposal unit immediately. He considers it the highest offense when someone insults his intelligence, so the same goes for his partner.

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Leo:

How he blushes

Leo doesn’t really blush in his face, no— the red marks on his face will occasionally glow with heat, but the real place he blushes is his neck. It goes beet red and he’s trying to cover it up because he’s embarrassed. Not only does he blush, but his hands get real clammy, and he’s constantly trying to pretend they’re not. He WILL avoid holding your hand if you’ve made him flustered. if you’re insistent on it, he’s wiping his hands on a shirt he’s wearing or tries to play it off that he was exercising.

Why he blushes

It is really hard to fluster THE Neon Leon. He may melt into your warm hands or blush a little when you’re being cute— he’s definitely capable of being soft, HOWEVER!!! As someone who is so bent on keeping up a carefree persona, it would take a lot to get under his skin. Mikey says so himself in the Lair Games, “nothing gets to Leo.”

He panics when a one-liner doesn’t work. He’ll make a few more with complete confidence, but If you don’t like his flirting, he’s shifting on his feet, rubbing his neck, and slowly backing himself up into a corner. He has a similar reaction when you catch him in a lie, he panics— but he brushes it off with somewhat ease. You’d have to try really hard to get him flustered. Such as, well— He likes the little things about people, because he likes to figure people out, and he’s got a soft spot for you, so say… a blue flower in your hair, formal wear, having that edge of confidence, staying in close proximity while holding onto his arm and gently sprinkling in praise to the conversation…

His brain is frying, slowly but surely!! Be prepared for a jumpy and stuttering Leo.

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Mikey:

How he blushes

Contrary to popular belief, I don’t think Mikey would visibly blush. Sure he gets that lil buzz in his cheeks and they feel warm when he’s flattered— but they don’t go red. Out of all his brothers, since he’s the smallest, I feel like he’s the most cold-blooded. and due to this, he doesn’t have much blood rush to his face, and he’s got the COLDEST FUCKING HANDS YOU EVER DID SEE. How those hands threw a skyscraper we will never know— but they are only warm when he’s cooking something bc of the heat from the oven.

(SIDE NOTE— HE NEVER??? BURNS HIMSELF??? Doesn’t matter if he scrapes the side of the hot ass cookie sheet he’ll just go “ow?” Check it, and be like “we’re good :)” DRAXUM MADE THEM FOR WAR AND HE’S OVER HERE LIKE “hehe I almost burned myself oopsie”)

Why he blushes:

I’m sorry sweetie, but you can’t fluster Mikey. The most you will get is flattery, and he feigns shyness because he’s a lil shit. He will unabashedly laugh and giggle when you do something cute and is the most clingy lil shit to ever exist. He will rant about all the reasons he loves you for hours, just because he can’t hold in the excitement. If you get embarrassed by it, that’s just a bonus for him!! He’s cooing over you and hugging you tight, swaying back and forth gently.

You’re beginning to wonder if he can feel embarrassment at all— you’ve tried everything. He’s just happy to be with you no matter what, and you are the only thing that could make him sit still for more than 5 minutes. So no, sorry, Mikey doesn’t get flustered ♡

The only way he would actually get flustered is if you lied about something to make him look stupid. Then he’s tearing up, betrayal in his eyes as he tries to explain in a panic. But you would never do that to him, right? .. right?

—

Hand holding!!

Coldest to warmest hands:

Mikey

Leo

Donnie

Raph

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Raphie:

Idc how big you think your hands are, Raph’s hands ENGULF yours. If you hold onto just one finger he will probably combust on the spot. He just thinks it’s so sweet!! Will probably baby you if you do that. His hands are a gentle lukewarm, but don’t seem to drop colder. It’s really nice during the summer months since neither of you have to worry about being all hot and sweaty. He squeezes your hand when he’s nervous, if you pet his knuckles he will melt into your grasp once more. IF YOUVE GOT FRECKLES/BIRTHMARKS ON YOUR HANDS, HE WILL KISS THEM!!!! THAT IS A THREAT!!!! He does it because he thinks they’re pretty— If you get all blushy then he’s backing up, a familiar rose dusting his cheeks. He didn’t realize it was a big deal, he was just appreciating them!!

He holds your hand often, it lets him know you’re safe and that he doesn’t have to worry as much. As someone with horrible object permanence, holding your hand is a great way for him to know where you are— especially since he feels ‘too big’ and doesn’t want to bump into you. He worries about his spikes, so when he knows you’re right by his side, he can relax a little. If you’re in a crowd, he does the mom thing where he holds your hand so you don’t get lost— losing sight of you kicks off his fear of being alone, so there is no way he is letting you get lost in the crowd.

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Dondon:

Donnie isn’t a fan of hand holding. He’ll take a hug and will hold you in his lap but he doesn’t usually find himself with his hand in yours. It’s quite overstimulating at times, so when he does, it’s mostly because he’s trying to guide you somewhere or apologize for something. He gently grasps your wrist, his thumb sometimes rubbing in small circles.

Most of the reason he doesn’t hold your hand dead-on is because of the temperature difference. If your hands are warm he doesn’t like the sweat and if your hands are cold— well he’s cold blooded of course he wouldn’t like it 😭😭 Your wrist is the perfect temp in his opinion, and nothing will stop him from taking advantage of that. (ESPECIALLY IF YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE IS PHYSICAL TOUCH!!! He does it to tell you he loves you, even if he can’t say it aloud.) he rarely holds your hand unprompted, unless he did something stupid or was hyperfixating for so long that you got bored and left his lab. When you leave he can tell, getting upset that he can’t feel your presence anymore. “Dove?” He’ll turn in his chair, trudging out of his room at realizing you disappeared. He grabs your wrist gently, his head on your shoulder as he sulks— silently begging you to return.

—

Mikester:

It doesn’t matter how he does it, he’s intertwining his fingers with yours. He doesn’t care if it feels uncomfortable, but if you do, he just gently cups your hand with his. Randomly when holding your hand he’ll pulse his grip in little patterns— sometimes it’s to the song in his head, other times it’s just on the fly. If you copy his rhythm, you’ll quickly find yourself in a memory game where you have to match the beat— the terrapin slowly making it harder to remember. Every time you pass a ‘level’, he gives you a quick peck on the cheek!

He loves to hold your hand, no matter how cold yours are, his is always colder— so he adores the warmth!! If you complain about his cold hands, he’s giving a mischievous smirk, and suddenly you find yourself constantly defending from his devilish torment. You can’t escape him now, every time you go up to him for a hug or snuggle, his cold hands sneak up to your neck, freezing you instantly. He laughs like a little boy with his first balloon every time it happens, apologizing sweetly before going to freeze you again. HE HAS A KILLER DEATH GRIP, DON’T TELL ME HE DOESN‘T. If you try to let go of his hand he grabs it back and looks at you with an evil cheeky smile, whatever you had to do with that hand you’ll just have to do while he’s holding it.

—

Leoser:

May or may not have gotten some inspiration from @pianocat939 BUT ANYWAYSSSS

Leo likes to pet your knuckles when he holds your hand, as well as give it a chaste kiss whenever he feels like it. He definitely does the prince thing where he gets on one knee, it makes him feel so gentlemanly and if you laugh that is a huge bonus. He is more of a hug-person, wanting to be close to you at all times, but he will hold your hand a lot more often if you don’t like PDA. HE DEFINITELY SWINGS HIS ARMS WHILE YOU HOLD HANDS DON’T TELL ME HE DOESN’T.

He splits your four fingers in half when he holds your hand, mostly so it’s more comfortable for the both of you. He whines if you let go of his hand, even if it’s something small like an itch on your face. He pretends his hand is floating away when you let it go, chuckling if you panic and grab it back/being dramatic and holding a ‘funeral’ for his hand if you let it ‘die’. His hands get calloused from holding his sword all day, but he does manicure them, so texture depends whether he’s done them recently. He thinks your hands are the softest thing ever, and constantly asks for your ‘routine.’ HE WILL PAINT YOUR NAILS!!! refuses to paint them anything but shades of blue, saying you’ll have to find someone else if you want to betray him anything different.

—

A/N: THIS . THIS IS THE REASON I HAVE BEEN SO HELD BACK WITH REQUESTS. THIS MF!!!!!! >:((((

Nah I’m just playing I loved writing it and I promise I’ll get back on track now ♡

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[sundrop-writes]

sucking mikey off under his security desk… i’d give him the most sloppiest head of his life

okay bc the coloured text can be a bitch, a copy/paste of this thot for everyone with bad eyes like me:

sucking mikey off under his security desk… i’d give him the most sloppiest head of his life

(this is the most rambling bs ever, unedited, 700 words of pure thirst. descriptions of giving head/sloppy toppy, technically the reader's gender is never described. idk?? the nickname 'babe' is used toward the reader. enjoy!!)

Okay, I love this so much omg. 

I think he would genuinely be the type of person who is very against public sex, or semi-public sex. He would hate the idea of getting caught, his stomach would absolutely curl with anxiety and he wouldn’t even consider touching you in public, nothing more than a peck on the mouth or holding hands. (Especially because he likes privacy because he likes having you all to himself. He does tend to feel jealous at the idea of anybody even catching a glimpse of you in a ‘compromised’ state.) 

However, an abandoned old pizzeria is not exactly public.

Mike is the only one who has a key, and he would spot anybody even trying to come in through the front doors on the monitor. It’s still definitely not his ideal locale for a rendezvous - he’s the romantic type, and this place is about as far from romantic as it gets. 

But when you come to visit him late one night, bringing him coffee and snacks and murmuring about how much you missed him as he greets you with a hug at the front door - he begins to realize that you can bring that spark of romance anywhere with you. Especially when you set up a cute little picnic in his office - the general creepiness of the locale is forgotten for a while. 

When the two of you are finished eating he sits back in the chair in front of the monitors, telling you that you don’t have to stay, wishing you a safe ride home - and you surprise him when you come over and sit in his lap. Straddling him like that, he can feel the heat of your core pressed right up against his cock. A needy ache hits him like a truck, and when you begin kissing him and descending his body, he is reminded of that one simple fact: 

He can’t say no to you. 

Of course, he can always say ‘no’ to you - you are the sweetest, most understanding person ever. You love him. 

But he never wants to say no to you. 

When your hands undo his pants and get his cock out, he has to at least try to protest - if someone ever found out about this, somehow, surely this would be the kind of thing to get him fired. 

“Babe-” He huffs out. 

“Yes?” You look up at him with mischief bubbling in your eyes as you kiss the tip of his cock, and the bright pink head lets out the most pathetic dribble of precum. 

He’s done for. 

He doesn’t say anything further - he can’t muster up anything that wouldn’t be pathetic begging, and he doesn’t feel like drawing himself down to that level, not right now. Your mouth wraps around him and he grips onto the chair’s handles, biting into his lip hard - you quickly start up a rhythm bobbing your head, holding the base of his cock in a firm grip that spreads soreness to his balls, keeps him from cumming without your explicit permission. 

It’s the most beautiful kind of torture. 

Having your wet, hot, warm mouth wrapped around him is too perfect, feeling your tongue heavily pressed against the underside, feeling your spit pooling, thick and warm, running down your knuckles and wetting over his aching balls.

He tries to choke off his sounds in his chest, and you keep trying to drive them out of him. He keeps flickering his eyes back and forth between the sinful sight of your swelling slips wrapped around the thickness of his cock, bobbing up and down, and the monitors - he’s trying to tell himself that he’s still doing his job, watching over the place. (Even though there’s nothing to watch in this stupid old place.) 

You pull off for a moment and shove your tongue into his weeping slit, licking up the precum leaking freely before you pull back to catch your breath - the whole time pumping your hand up and down his cock, using your own spit as lube, making your fingers shine in the low lighting and making him unconsciously cant his hips up to fuck your fist. 

“You still want me to go home?” You ask, giving him a wicked little grin. 

[skcirthinq]

I may have read "I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good" by @dandylovesturtles again.

So I drew. Again. (Small spoilers ahead)

The first piece is a little comic adaptation from chapter 2; context is that Leo is cursed out of his body, intangible, and unable to communicate.

And well. His family doesn't know about the curse.

And Donnie's been running some tests on Leo's empty body. They're not. Coming up with good results.

Dandylovesturtles's writing is so much more impactful than what I got here, so like! If you haven't, go read their works!

The other pieces are random scenes from the rest of the fic, with some descriptions under the cut.

Image 1: colored and rendered comic adaptation of a scene from chapter 2 of "I May Be Invisible". Raph is hitting a punching bag, while Leo walks in and watches him. Raph cannot see or hear Leo. They're both upset, with Raph's knuckles splitting open and bleeding, and tears gathering in his eyes over the panels. Leo begins to sit down, as Raph stops punching, and falls to his knees, crying in earnest. Leo turns around to give Raph some privacy, and talks to Raph, who eventually curls into himself and unknowingly rolls into Leo.

Dialogue is taken from chapter 2 of "I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good", Leo is the only speaker, and reads as follows: "Well, the good news is, Donnie's wrong about this one." "I know it looks bad. Donnie's not wrong about that, I mean, I saw the EEG, I know it's..." "It looks bad." " But... thanks for sticking up for me in there." "Don't give up on me, big guy." "I promise I'm doing whatever I can think of to get back to you." "I wish I could talk to you. I wish I could tell you not to worry. I mean, I know you'd worry anyway, but at least you'd worry a little less." "You don't deserve this, Raph. I wanted to take some of the weight off your shoulders, but I messed it all up again. And now you're having to deal with it, just like we make you deal with everything, and I'm just... I'm so sorry." "At least, do me a favor, and talk to Dad? Or April, or ... Or someone." "Not Donnie, obviously, that could Not have gone worse. But you don't need to deal with this on your own. I hope you don't deal with this on your own..." "Sleep, big guy. I'm with you, I promise. I'm not going anywhere. "

Image 2: when your cursed brother yeets himself off an overpass and through a van's roof and the artist won't draw cars. (A partially rendered set of drawings featuring a blue, glitchy Leo falling through the roof of a moving vehicle, while an upset Mikey crouches on the roof. It's night, raining, and lights are zooming past at high speed.)

Image 3: Leo activated his ninpo after a character arc, just in time for the final battle! (Partially Rendered; a blue glitchy Leo, holding katanas solidifying from his ninpo, turns and looks over his shoulder. Behind him is a wall of pink-magenta flames being pulled up by the big bad.)

Image 4: Leo's family and friends are seeing him (image 3) for the first time in days. While also beating up some elementals. (Sketch)

Images 5-10: sketches of various scenes from the rest of the fic, except for 7, which did Not happen. But I thought would be a little funny if it had. 5 is Mikey and Donnie playing catch with the cursed amulet. 6 is Raph busting out of a dome made of rock. 7 is April accidentally letting the baseball instincts take over when being tossed the Leo ball. 8 is Raph trying to squeeze through a narrow cave passage, and Leo walking through the cave walls. 9 is Casey Sr. getting one last punch in on an elemental. And 10 is Leo looking up at his overjoyed family, once he gets back into his body.

Obviously, all credit goes to Dandylovesturtles!

[rozcdust]

I don’t speak to whores

Pairing: Bonten x AroAce!GN!Reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, whore behaviour, NO ROMANCE, just reader bullying Bonten

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

Was feeding him a PB&J sandwich necessary?

Probably not.

It was fun though.

Just as you were picking up your papers to go to the meeting you had scheduled. Mikey stormed into your office as if God himself was whipping him, slamming his hands on the table with all of his tiny, yet powerful fury.

Now thinking about it, he definitely seemed like the type to be into that shit.

You merely stared at his piercing, void-like eyes, trying to figure out where, when, and most importantly, if you fucked up.

Maybe he figured out you were the one to feed that PB&J sandwich to a severely allergic Ran.

“Is it true you made Ran throw his own flowers in the dumpster?!” Through his breathless, heavy gasps, the sentence came out more as a single word.

You cocked your head.

“Yes? Is that a problem?”

The loud slam of one of his credit card on your desk made you jump.

Who knew something so tiny could move so fast?

Especially something that looked as if it were poorly taxidermied.

“This is your bonus, you are golden, I love you.”

You blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“The card has 10 million yen on it. Do you want more? I can get you more. Actually, now that you mentioned it, you should get more. Let me just-“

Without even giving you a chance to speak, or finishing his own sentence, the small menace rushed put of your office, his mumbles of ‘Needing to go to an ATM’ still audible from down the corridor.

You blinked at the card.

You could swear it blinked back.

“Well, aren’t you truly beautiful.” A voice you can best describe as nails on a particularly moldy chalkboard pierced your ears, unfortunately drawing your attention to a particularly gruesome creature.

He looked like a fucking jellyfish hybrid born out of human hubris and misery, the awful mop of what he probably called ‘hair’ sitting on his head unpleasantly.

Do people consider this attractive?

“Hello.” Stoically, you greeted, disinterested and already tired of everything regarding this damn job.

Mikey made all these men seem like the Boogie Man, a terrifying yet constant presence, inevitable and permanent in their goal to make everyone around them fail.

Mikey was truly giving them more credit than they’re due, because all these bitches were is exhausting.

The fore-mentioned creature flashed a smile, softly taking your hand into his palm and kissing the top of it, his well-manicured nails digging into the sides of your palm.

Is this considered cute?

You’ve seen cockroaches cuter than this.

Suppressing a gag all while smiling a tight, uncomfortable smile, you wrestled your hand out of his ungodly grasp and plopped on one of the free chairs, next to a slim, decently aesthetically pleasing pink-haired man with scars, hoping he will leave you be.

Wrong.

Again.

You should start a Bingo card.

“Hello!” Energetically, he spun towards your direction, the chair producing an ear-piercing squeak as he got way too close to your face, “I’m Sanzu!”

Oh.

The spawn of Satan.

Great.

“Hello to you too.”

“Baby, you’re hot, I just may fall in love.” Beaming a smile your way, he tilted his head, his hand sneaking to rest around your shoulders, making your skin crawl the same way worms will through his rotting flesh if he puts his filthy hands anywhere close to your goddamn body again.

Thank God for rule number three.

Physical violence is encouraged.

And that is just what you did.

As minutes ticked by, incredibly slow if you may add, more people trickled in, all faces unfamiliar but two, one belonging to the slutty little bitch man from a few days ago, and the other to Kakucho, who you have decided to label ‘depression incarnate’, purely off the permanently sour expression on his otherwise pleasant face.

And finally, Mikey.

Just as he opened his mouth to shush his little rodents, you made a mental note to tell him his hair is an abomination.

The meeting was a fucking disaster.

If you had paper-thin patience before, the blond catboy has successfully managed to shave it down to an electron-thin slice of pure rage.

You had one job, one *fucking* job, present your shit, tell them they’re idiots - a Mikey approved method - and be the fuck out of there.

But no.

The capitalistic catboy had to interrupt you constantly, an irritating crescendo of “Sorry, may I just add really quickly-“, “Sorry sweetheart, let me-“, “Sorry, but this chart-“ almost making your ears bleed.

You could feel your blood pressure rising by the milisecond.

Hands crossed, foot tapping with impatience, you tried to finish your report in a polite manner.

“So to conclude your schedules-“

Of course the human embodiment of a Persian cat couldn’t even let you do that.

“Sorry to interrupt, but may I-“

That was it, your patience left you, dead and departed to chase wild buffalo in prairies of some better worlds.

Your face twisted into a sardonic, wrathful smile.

“I am almost done, let me just get this done, and then I’ll leave the podium all up to you.”

He tilted his head, his dead, irisless eyes staring deep into your soul.

Mikey said this was the romantic one?

Mikey clearly has no fucking idea what the hell is he talking about.

To be fair, neither did you, but you knew the definition of the word, and it did not include whatever the fuck this dude was snorting.

“Kokonoi-san, I am almost done.”

“But-“

The electron got split into a fucking particle, and with a perfectly sweet, professional voice, you picked your words carefully.

“Kokonoi-san” You placed your hands on the table, leaning towards him, with a sickly sweet smile, “This is your last warning. When you’ll have to deal with 8 idiots, then you may speak.”

The fucker leaned right back, an even sweeter smile on his stupid, horrifying face.

“You think I am scared of you?”

“Actually, yes, as all of you combined have the time management of a dead gerbil, without someone managing your time as if I were your goddamn mommy, you’d all be swamped and get nothing done in this godforsaken gang. I recommend you shut you mouth, let me talk, and listen. I can see your fucking browser history, you know?”

The flash of horror on his face gave you an incredible amount of satisfaction.

Straightening your back out, your cold gaze passed all of them.

“Any more complaints?”

Silence.

“I asked a question.”

You were met with a unison of muttered no’s.

“Excellent, so to circle back to Rindou’s schedule-“

Two days passed in relative silence.

Only two fucking days.

But you can’t have shit in this goddamn workplace, now can you?

You’ve seen feral hogs better behaved than these motherfuckers.

“Hey, y/n, I brought you these reports.” Blondie barged into your office, without even knocking, naturally, and with a cocky sway in his walk, he laid the papers on your desk, straightening them out meticulously.

You don’t know what it was about him, but you had a bone-deep desire to break his fucking jawbone.

You refused even look up at him, merely nodding instead, as it was your break and you were too busy complaining to your best friend about how annoying your coworkers were to pay the resident catboy cosplayer any mind.

What a fucking joke.

Kokonoi, for whatever godforsaken reason, stood by the damn desk, not moving a muscle, barely even breathing, still waiting on you to pay him a crumb of attention.

Not happening until that damn clock hits noon.

Minutes ticked by.

Your best friend sent their condolences just as the clock at the top of your screen spelled out the end of your break, and with a heavy sigh, and finally giving up, you laid your phone on the desk, glancing in the general direction of Mr. Krabs.

And there was a Burkin bag right on your desk, for whatever reason.

You stared at the bag.

It stared back.

You finally looked up at the man.

“We kinda got off on the wrong foot,” He sheepishly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck, “I want to give you this. As a peace offering. It’d fit your aesthetic well.” Shrugging, his previous humility was replaced by a smug smile.

Your face didn’t move a muscle.

On one hand, Mikey said to never accept gifts.

On the other…

This was fucking expensive.

And would sell great on e-Bay.

“That is very kind of you. Apology accepted.” Leaning your elbows on the desk as your fingers interlaced, you offered a polite smile, nodding your head.

His smugness only grew.

“I’m glad. I hope we can work together for a long* time.”

“I hope the same, Koko.”

“So would you like to go out to dinner sometime? As coworkers, of course, I’d like to meet you a little better.“

Raising an eyebrow, you looked him up and down, repeating it numerous times over.

“Well I don’t really think that’d be quite professional…”

“Oh come on, my treat, I’m sure we’ll get along great.” He laughed, playfully sticking his tongue out.

Leaning back into the comfort of your chair, you started filing your nails.

“I’m allergic to food.”

“What?” Kokonoi blinked, all of his previous mischief stopping to a halt.

You nodded, looking away, a look of deep sorrow marring your face.

“Yes, it is in fact a very serious condition.”

“Wait, so, how do you stay alive? Like, how aren’t you dead?”

“Photosynthesis.”

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[mortal-mayhem]

ABSOLUTELY I WILL

FEM IN SUITS? HUMINA HUMINA

Raph is so, so, SO sweet. He's giving endless, genuine compliments and he even adjusts and helps out with your style. He found you a hat to match with your tie. 10/10 sweetheart. The way his cheeks tint pink with his love-dumb smile? Poifect. Hold his hands please.

Leo is dressed up, too! You think you get to slay like that and NOT have him accompany you? Heck, he'd get dressed up and hang on YOUR arm if you'd so wish. He knows you two rock the scene like a hurricane, and he is SMUG about it. He's constantly talking about how perfect of a pair you two are. Wink wink, nudge nudge.

If Donnie wasn't so focused on keeping his unaffected, bad boy rep up he'd be swooning he is. Instead, alll he does is try to pull out the charm and sweep you off your feet. Before you figure out he's already falling for you. Cheesy and smooth lines thrown at you left and right. He even dips you at some point!

Please don't flirt back at him please he'll melt he'll die he'll go small brain for a bit

Mikey wants to draw you, he wants to paint you, he wants to be on your arm ALWAYS. Thinks you're the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen and his puppy eyes are always up when he's with you because christ he is just ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ over you. He wants to cherish you. He WILL cherish you.

☆BONUS☆

April is so giddy over this. You look incredible and she wants to spoil you and take you on dates all around New York- No, all over the WORLD because you deserve it and more. Wants to smother you in kisses, but she settles for hugging you tight and rubbing her cheek to yours. For now.

[nonymous06]

I am here with my redesigns of the rise boys because I got bored :]

Leo is a sore loser confirmed

Anyways starting w the oldest, Raph!

I wanted to mix in some of Time Woods design cause I thought it was cool but also I'm attached to my tabby stripes designs stuff. Also his eyes are like that because when raoh was possessed one of her eyes was turned pink and I thought it'd be a cool element to keep. Also yes raph is tall I take no criticism

Second oldest, Donnie! (Once again I take no criticism blame rotten reflections for that hc)

no I don't have a favourite shhh

I dint have much to say other than snootatello 👍

Next Leo!

Stripes go brr

I can't think of a way to describe Leo's style but it's lots of baggy clothing and layers like this:

I can't draw it the best yet but trust me it looks good on my Pinterest board of references (I drew the flannel pattern by hand please appreciate me)

Now mikey,

Desaturated him a bit, gave star a more orange shade of mask and messed with its spots and everything, plus the blue eyes from 12 mikey

(Neos where inspired by someone I know online they're the best and I adore star, it's so cool)