#fo//mikey

[bloodnhunny]

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RUN RABBIT! RUN!

✨ welcome to my depraved happy place ✨

boykisser that likes his boys a little bloody. please stay and be unhinged with me about disgusting greasy rat men.

uh also im no super-put-together writing blog but im happy to hear any req or hc you guys have :)

general blog tw// ns fw literature, sh topics (usually comfort/fluff), blood, murder, horror imagery (the occasional gifs, screenshots, etc), some dead dove (always disclosed on post or in tags), knife play, intox, etc. basically anything in the source content is likely.

obviously mndi

quick disclaimer: this is all fantasy, i do not condone murder or violence, i do not fantasize about real murderers or victims, i have a very strong sense of what’s real and what’s fantasy and use this interest as escapism. get ur c olum bine sho oter blogs tf away from me.

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[sad-leon]

After far too long, Part 4 :D

Leo is not having a good time

Also Galileo has made herself a major character, so expect to see more of her in the future <3

Masterpost || Next

Ko-Fi

[dietrichs-fanclub]

drew my friends character and then i catboyed him by his request

[turtledork02]

y'ello

there is no question-no wait there is

how do you draw turtles so well???

hello! sorry this has been sitting here so long lol. and I dunno I just draw and have fun, thank you-

here have this quick sketch and color of the magic one and science one interacting

[dclovesdanny]

Dead on main x Soulmates au

Danny had been hiding his words for years. It wasn’t just because he didn’t want a new soulmate, though watching Mikey’s words change once Dash read them out loud was horrifying. (It was one of the only times Dash got in real trouble for his actions. Danny had never seen Mr. Lancer so mad.)

(Things got worse once he became a ghost. He found out from Frostbite that words don’t change for ghosts, but they can fade. Others can read the words, but if they speak them, the words can fade. Doing it to another ghost is one of the worst crimes imaginable.)

Danny’s words were a small part of the reason he left for Gotham. Danny set up shop as a mechanic in Crime Alley, doing repairs and upgrades for small fees.

Red Hood was one of his regular customers. The guy brought his bike a fair few times, but other times he just seemed interested in Danny.

Another regular was Jason, a landlord nearby who cared for his tenants. He’d been to the apartment building plenty of times, to the point he was seriously considering moving there since the rent was cheap (and the landlord was cute)

It was during a rogue attack when he heard the words. It was after he broke Scarecrow’s nose that he heard his words. The problem? The words came from the wrong mouth.

“Breaking the Scarecrow’s nose was impressive.” The stilted words from Batman filled him with a sense of dread. The rest of the conversation was more like a buzzing in his ears. (This was the wrong vigilante.)

(He didn’t notice how Batman almost called him Danny. He didn’t realize the growly voice was modulated, or that “Batman” kept reaching for something on his hip that wasn’t there)

[cosmoshard]

NO TIME FO GAMES BOI!!! TELL US WHERE YOU KEEPING THE—“

“Woah hold up there big man!! Srry ^^; we just wanted to know—“

“YOU CAN���T KEEP NOTHIN FROM US!!!” “MIKEY!!”

One of my pieces for the sunset duo zine! Tried to capture the crazy dynamic these two have of constantly being unhinged and also the voice of reason💀 you never know who’s it gonna be. Also i was gonna do a raph being the unhinged one too, but this was already kicking my butt so…scrapped.

(This is the one im less proud of so stay tuned for my actual Sistine chapel, my Michelangelo, my Mona Lisa,etc✨)

[captain-hawks]

caught under the mistletoe with . *. ⋆

— pt. 2: rindou haitani, shinichiro sano, chifuyu matsuno

pt. 1 ; mikey, mitsuya, baji

[fluff, kissing, timeskip]

RINDOU —

“You dated that loser?” 

You stiffen in annoyance at the sound of a familiar voice, the tone both rough and playful against your ear as its owner leans in close enough to be heard over the din of the party. 

The younger Haitani’s shoulder brushes against yours as he nods toward where Ran stands talking with several other people, your ex-boyfriend amongst them. 

“What’s it to you, Haitani?” you grumble, shooting him a glare. 

“Thought you had better taste,” he shrugs, running his fingers through his hair. 

“Did you just come over here to annoy me?” you reply, though it’s really a rhetorical question—this dynamic between yourself and Rindou is nothing new. 

He lives to push your buttons. 

Every goddamn one of them. 

“Oh no,” you groan, dread filling you as you watch your ex finally take notice of your presence. 

Rindou’s eyes narrow as he notes his approach, and he turns back to you. “Do you trust me?”

You nearly bark out a laugh. “Absolutely not.”

He rolls his eyes. “Well can you at least not be a brat for ten seconds?”

“What—“ 

You’re cut off by Rindou swiftly closing the distance between you, breath hitching audibly in your throat as he cups the side of your face in a way that’s far more soft than you ever thought him capable of. 

“Just go with it,” he murmurs, an emotion you can’t quite define flickering in his eyes before his mouth finds yours. 

All thoughts of your ex are promptly extinguished as your brain desperately tries to reconcile the warm, dizzy feeling flooding your veins with the person whose lips is eliciting this heady reaction. While the party carries on around you, you can’t hear a thing over the furious beating of your heart—save for Rindou’s chuckle when you gasp after he nips at your bottom lip. 

When you both finally break for air, the only word you can muster is, “What.”

The corner of Rindou’s mouth tilts upward as he points at the ceiling before walking away, leaving you to gape at the sprig of mistletoe above your head. 

SHINICHIRO —

“Why the hell is there so much mistletoe hanging around here?” you groan, glancing around the bustling Christmas party inside of S. S. Motors before turning to offer Inui a chaste kiss on the cheek. 

“Emma decorated,” Your best friend sighs, reaching up to flick the green leaves taped in the doorway above your heads. 

This is the second time you’ve kissed him on the cheek tonight, in two different locations, no less. On top of your earlier run-in with one of Shinichiro’s newer employees on the other side of the shop, whose cheeks had flushed a deep shade of red as he pressed his lips to your knuckles before scuttering off. 

Another hour goes by, and you’re further subjected to an obnoxious kiss on the forehead from Mikey that’s more of a raspberry than anything else, and a peck on the lips from Emma that has you both rolling your eyes as the room erupts in boyish cat calls. 

And yet, despite the overabundance of mistletoe to be found throughout the building, it’s of course not waiting above your head at the one moment you wish it was there—when Shinichiro finds you leaning against the front window, watching the snow fall lightly outside. 

He’s quiet when he approaches, but you know it’s him, even without turning your gaze. The scent of his cologne, intertwined with the familiar smell of motor oil that perpetually clings to him, is enough to send your heart stumbling in your chest, legs going weak under the weight of a crush you’ve silently harbored for far too long. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, smiling softly when you finally look over at him, and your insides instantly go warm despite the chill seeping in from the glass beside you. 

“Hey.”

He steps closer, and it takes everything in you not to do the same. 

“I know this is lame,” he starts, pulling a green and red bundle out of his pocket. 

You’re fairly certain you’ve forgotten how to breathe. 

“But Emma’s going to kill me if the whole point behind her decorating doesn’t happen,” he scratches the back of his head, looking sheepish.  

“Me?” you ask dumbly. “Us?”

Shinichiro runs his thumb along your forearm. “I’m bad at this,” he admits. 

You blink, still not quite sure you’re understanding him correctly. 

“But I’m two seconds from firing Inui if he kisses you again before I finally get to,” he laughs, scrubbing a hand over his face. 

Finally?

Oh. 

“Then what are you waiting—“

You’re cut off by the warm, steady press of Shinichiro’s mouth on yours, the shared outline of your lips broken only by your shared laughter as you kiss. 

CHIFUYU —

“Fancy seeing you here,” Chifuyu comments as the two of you find yourselves passing through the doorway in the kitchen at the same time.  Yet again.

It’s your third run-in with him this evening already, somehow. 

As dictated by the rules of the green object taped above you, you sigh dramatically. “I’m beginning to think you’re doing this on purpose, Chifuyu,” you joke, pressing a quick kiss to your friend’s cheek and ruffling his hair. 

You grin, despite the nervous flutter in your chest. The wanting ache in your heart. The way your fingers twitch at your side, begging for a reason to card through his soft locks with more purpose. 

He laughs warmly, and you try not to let yourself revel in the rich sound that you’ve come to love far more than you should. For the sake of self-preservation, you lightly punch him in the arm before continuing into the kitchen, but you’re stopped short by the feeling of a fingertips grazing yours. 

You turn to Chifuyu, nearly stumbling at the determined look on his face as he tugs you back toward him. 

“If I was doing this on purpose…” he trails off, cupping the side of your face. 

His eyes search yours, thumb brushing gently over your lower lip. Your lips part slightly of their own accord, a silent answer to a question you’re not quite sure he’s asking. 

“Then I’d do this,” he murmurs, hand sliding to the back of your head as his mouth finds yours. 

[c-monthecob]

Uncle Mikey Headcanons (～￣▽￣)～

Since we don't know the gender of the baby, they'll have they/them pronouns.

🏍 Promises he'll win his next race for them. If he loses, he'll blame it on Draken and say he told his pit crew to make his bike slower.  

🏍Dressed up as their favorite superhero for their birthday. He tried to do some backflips to impress them but ended up landing on the table with all the snacks and cake.

🏍 They had to get their hair cut after getting gum stuck in it and were embarrassed about the bald spot, so Mikey cut his hair to match and make them feel less self-conscious.

🏍 They have a bedroom at his house filled to the brim with toys.

🏍 Asks them if they won whenever they got into fights at school.

🏍 Sat at the diner table trying to help them with homework, but it always ends like, "You don't get it. I don't get it. Let's just call it a day and get ice cream."

🏍 Their worst punishment is not being able to hang out with Uncle Mikey.

🏍 Carries them on his shoulders no matter how big they get—and they'll get big, thanks to Draken.

🏍 Encourages things he shouldn't be on a daily. "As an adult, I should tell you no. But as an uncle, I should tell you yes!"

🏍Emma wouldn't let him give them a motorcycle, so he got them a dirt bike instead. Emma was still upset.

🏍 Got them a motorcycle for their 15th birthday. Draken gives him his approval but pretends to be upset like Emma so she doesn't get upset with them.

🏍He taught them how to do tricks before he taught them basic traffic rules.

🏍One time, he let them drive his bike. Not just sit on it. Drive it. Draken found out when they crashed into a bush.

🏍 Made the mistake of showing them his old Toman uniform, now his nephew/niece wants to be the leader of a gang too.

🏍 In constant competition with Shinichiro and Izana to be the number 1 uncle. (He's winning)

🏍 Whenever Draken and Emma say no, they go to him. They know he'll never say no

🏍 Whenever they do something they shouldn't and get in trouble for it, they'll say, "But Uncle Mikey said—" "But when Uncle Mikey was my age—"

🏍 Sneaks them out whenever they're on punishment. Draken and Emma went into their room to check on them and found the window wide open and the room empty on multiple occasions.  

🏍 Teaches them useful life lessons. (They're not useful at all.)

🏍 Showed them how to hotwire a bike. "You never know when you need to make a quick getaway."

🏍 Takes the heat all the time. "If your parents say you can’t do something, just do it anyway. If you get in trouble, say it was my idea."

🏍 Terrible advice that sounds cool to an impressionable child.

"If a teacher says you can’t fight in school, just fight outside of school."

"You don't need permission. Just say sorry after."

"You’re not late if you never show up."

🏍 Got kicked out of an arcade because Mikey hyped them up to break a high score, and they got too aggressive with the game.

🏍 Mikey always covers for them. "What do you mean they skipped school? I had no idea." (he absolutely knew. It was his idea in fact.)

🏍 One time, he put the kid in his lap and said, "You're steering now." Draken almost had a heart attack when he saw them swerving down the street.

🏍 Draken and Emma nearly killed him when he said, "Helmets are for wimps." And their kid refused to wear one whenever they rode their dirtbike.

🏍 If Draken tries to teach them about saving money, Mikey pops in saying, "You can’t take money to the afterlife, spend it all now!"

🏍 Takes them to an all-you-can-eat buffet and encourages them to test the all-you-can-eat limit.

🏍 Once left them alone at his place for a few minutes and came back to find them drawing on the walls with markers. Instead of stopping them, he joins in

🏍 Play fights with them and let them win, but he'll wipe the floor with them once in a while to keep them humble.

🏍 Taught them that they can get away with anything as long as they walk with confidence. He took them to the movies and waltzed in like they paid for tickets just to prove it.

🏍 If the kid argues with Draken, Mikey hypes them up. "Yeah! Stand your ground! Don't let him boss you around!"

🏍 Told them everything that makes their parents tick so they can use it to their advantage. Smacking while they eat around Draken and using all of Emma's shampoo and leaving the empty bottle in the shower.  

🏍 Whenever they get hurt under his watch, he'll say, "I'm helping them build endurance!"

[bleu-oscar]

mikey in ms paint fo today

[httpvomitello]

I GOT AN IDEA :D

Ok so, reader is 2012 April's best friend but reader is male so the turtles think they are dating.

After donnie gets jelous one day after april brags about what reader made for her (also thinking wielder reader, like working with metal so thinking jewelry and or small weapons , the turtles and casey ask if they are dating when april let's it slip that reader is gay.

Maybe there could be a think where reader gains a crush on one of the turtles and starts making small things for them like rings that fit their hands, bracelets, small pocket knives hes made just for them, ext, I think it would be pretty neat

You don't have to do this ask of course, your writing is so much fun to ready, I always have a blast reading your work :D

Hello, hello! Thank you for enjoying reading what I write, it makes me very happy! Although requests are CLOSED at the moment, reading your request made me want to write about it, so... Yeah, I did. But guys, please read the rules, so you know when it's okay to ask! Anyway, I hope you like it ~ ♡♡♡♡

Do you want to go out with me? *⁠.⁠✧

It was a normal evening in the lair when the conversation turned toward April. It wasn’t unusual—she was a frequent topic of discussion, especially for Donnie—but this time, it wasn’t her escapades with school or her time spent with the Turtles that got them talking. It was you.

You, April’s best friend, had recently made her a stunning bracelet, one of your many custom metalwork creations. She’d shown it off with pride during one of her visits to the lair, gushing about how thoughtful and talented you were.

“You should’ve seen it, guys,” she said, holding out her wrist for the hundredth time. “Y/N made it by hand! He even personalized it with little engravings—look, it has my initials!”

Donnie’s mood visibly soured as April raved about your talent and kindness. He crossed his arms, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Sounds like you two are pretty close,” he muttered, trying (and failing) to sound indifferent.

“Of course we are! Y/N’s been my best friend for years,” April replied.

Raph smirked, leaning back against the wall. “Yeah, but is he just your best friend? 'Cause it sounds like Donnie here’s thinkin’ otherwise.”

“Shut up, Raph,” Donnie snapped, his face flushing a deep shade of red.

April blinked, then let out a loud laugh. “Oh my gosh, you guys think Y/N and I are dating?”

“Well, yeah,” Mikey said, popping a slice of pizza into his mouth. “I mean, you’re always talking about him, and he makes you stuff. Kinda sounds like boyfriend material to me.”

Casey chimed in with a snort. “Can’t blame the guy if he’s into you. You’re a catch, Red.”

April waved her hands frantically. “No, no, no! You’ve got it all wrong! Y/N’s gay!”

The room fell silent.

“Oh,” Mikey said, pizza halfway to his mouth. “Well, that explains a lot.”

Donnie’s eyes widened as he processed the information, a mix of relief and embarrassment washing over him. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah,” April confirmed, laughing. “I can’t believe you guys thought we were dating. He’s like my brother.”

From that moment, the tension eased… or so it seemed. Donnie couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for assuming the worst about you. When you visited the lair a few days later, he kept his distance at first, unsure how to act around you now that he knew the truth.

But you? You were completely unfazed.

“Hey, Donatello,” you greeted with a warm smile as you approached him. “April’s told me all about your tech skills. Pretty impressive stuff.”

Donnie blinked, caught off guard by your casual friendliness. “Uh, thanks,” he replied, fiddling with the edge of his staff.

“You know,” you continued, “I’ve been thinking about making something for you guys. April says you’re always busy saving the city, so I figured you could use a little appreciation.”

Donnie’s face flushed slightly. “That’s... really thoughtful of you.”

True to your word, you started crafting small gifts for each of the Turtles. It started with practical things—like a custom pocket knife for Raph and a set of throwing stars for Mikey—but over time, your gifts became more personal.

For Donnie, you made a sleek metal bracelet with subtle engravings of his favorite equations. He stared at it for a long time when you gave it to him, tracing the intricate designs with his fingers.

“This is... incredible,” he said softly.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “It’s nothing, really. Just thought it might be your style.”

Donnie looked up at you, his heart skipping a beat. “It’s perfect.”

It wasn’t long before the others started picking up on your growing interest in Donnie. You spent more time in his lab, asking questions about his inventions and offering to help where you could. You even started bringing him snacks when he got too absorbed in his work to eat.

Mikey was the first to notice.

“Dude,” he whispered one night when you’d stepped out of the lab. “Y/N totally likes you.”

Donnie nearly dropped the tool he was holding. “What? That’s ridiculous.”

“C’mon, it’s so obvious!” Mikey insisted. “He’s always hanging around you, making you stuff, bringing you food. That’s love language if I’ve ever seen it.”

Donnie tried to brush it off, but the more he thought about it, the more Mikey’s words made sense.

One evening, as you were finishing up a new project in your workshop—a custom screwdriver set for Donnie. You found yourself wondering if Donnie notice the little things you did for him? Did he even like you back?

You decided to take a chance.

The next time you visited the lair, you handed Donnie the screwdriver set with a shy smile. “I made this for you,” you said, your voice quieter than usual.

Donnie took the set, his eyes widening as he examined each piece. “You made this?”

“Yeah,” you replied, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. “I figured it might come in handy for your lab stuff.”

Donnie looked up at you, a soft smile spreading across his face. “Y/N, this is... amazing. Thank you.”

You hesitated, then decided to just go for it. “Donnie, can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he said, setting the tools aside.

You took a deep breath. “Do you... I mean, would you want to go out sometime? Like, just the two of us?”

Donnie’s eyes widened, and for a moment, you thought you’d completely misread the situation. But then he smiled—soft and genuine—and nodded.

“I’d like that,” he said.

Your heart swelled with relief and excitement as you returned his smile.

[astronautrobot]

I actually made these before the intro comic and I couldn't wait to show them to you

Only child

The only turtle Splinter was able to save. Because of this same reason, he is overprotected by his father.

Has suggested several times to go out and look for the others, but his dad just won't risk it.

Carries his brother's masks with him everytime he goes out, in case he finds them.

When Splinter made his mask, he asked him to make one for each of his brother's too so they could eventually use them.

Terribly frustrated and even more angry than cannon, due to both his dad's negative to find the others and not being able to find them himself

Still dreams on going to school and meet more people, or more like someone else in general.

Really likes hugs and hopes he's good at them. He is, but ofc no one hasn't told him yet.

Has a stuffed animal that keeps him company, a turtle named Spike.

His dad gave it to him when he was a toddler so he wouldn't miss the others so much when it was time fo bed. Splinter doesn't know he still has it.

Ran around the city until he found the Zoo. That's where he grew up.

Really connected to animals for this same reason. Often feeds strays and pigeons.

After the incident, rumors about alien turtles expanded around the city. They became kind of a urban legend.

Mikey, being the creative theater kid he is, eventually saw this as an opportunity to disguise himself and walk freely among the humans.

The trick was not to look too real in order to not stand out from the other mascots. He had to get crafty.

The most familiarized with humans, as he technically grew seeing them constantly and interacts with them daily.

Found by kid Rocksteady a few hours after being separated from the others. Was more than welcome by the other Mutanimals.

Both afraid and fascinated by humans.

He understands why the others are scared of them, but can't help but think it was a human who created all of them in the first place.

Is really conflicted with the idea of giving the humans the same treatment they had received for years. He believes it will become a cycle and won't really fix anything.

But he firmly thinks his family comes first and doesn't want to disappoint.

Super Fly's right hand.

Leads the team when the big brother has to attend other business.

Is the best at strategy and genuinely knows how to make the fam work together.

Can be intimidating when he really needs to in order to deal with the criminals. His BatMan voice is actually useful here.

-Initially raised by TCRI

It hasn't been that long since the Baxter Stockman incident. TCRI was still on alert and when they heard about the strange creatures that appeared one night in the middle of New York, a team rushed to the scene. They managed to catch one of them.

Baby boy was neglected of physical affection.

A turtle wasn't on Stockman's records, so they were really confused as to where he came from. Taking on account the previous encounter with the fly creature, they theorized mutants not only had powers, but they were radioactive too.

Lab... rat turtle?

Scientist quickly found out the mutant actually had the intelligence of a human toddler and a lot of potencial. Some of them were interested on trying to raise him like a child, but Ultrom, still with the idea of creating mutants just to be used as weapons, refused to this and only keep him around to study him.

Donnie was initially treated carefully, as they were aware he was technically a baby and didn't want to risk their only specimen dying. They drew only enough blood to have an idea what they were working with.

Unfortunately, before they had the chance to start extracting his blood to actually recreate the ozze formula, he escaped.

This happened during one of the first attacks of Super Fly to TCRI. Donnie was around four years old.

He didn't went too far though. He had been locked up his whole life and wasn't really familiarized with the outside world. He managed to stick around without being noticed.

You can guess how he got tech savvy.

He eventually stumbled upon anime and One Piece quickly became his favorite.

The 'found family' trope really got to him. He feels a connection with Brook, with the whole lost crew and being left alone for a long time thing. He is hoping to also find his own nakamas.

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I usually don't ask for this, but I would really like to know know what you guys think about it. Also, please point out any typos so i can correct them

This is part of the TMNT Scattered AU

[wynndigogh]

MIKEY: Yo, D,look!

MIKEY:

MIKEY: You've got bo staff competition!

DONNIE: He doesn't have anything on me. My skills are expectional.

M.SPLINTER: I beg to differ, my son. While you are indeed an accomplished ninja, and your talents with the bo staff are adequate, the Capybara is showing great skills utilizing only his mouth and tongue. We large rodents are very skilled in that department. These are skills I have not taught you. We make quite the catch for the ladies.

LEO: DAD!

DONNIE: I...

DONNIE: That's not the point.

MIKEY: 🫣

RAPH: BAWHAHAHA...He got ya Don.

LEO: That's it, Donnie, remove dad from the chat group.

Y/N: whoa, whoa, whoa

Y/N: I want to hear more about these skills of his.

RAPH: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣☠️

MIKEY: I want to learn those skills. When do we start those lessons?

LEO: I think I'm going to sick.

[imagionationstation]

51 and 52!! 💉🪡 with Rise Leo and Mikey please! Also love your little blurbs so far! Thank you for writing them!

💉 -> I know you hate needles, but you need this! 🪡 -> You need stitches

“BARRY!”

Someone lands on his couch. He can’t image the strain that his spring are currently under. Not that it was a good couch anyway. He’d had many of far better quality in his previous home.

“BARRY!!!”

Oh right. The intruders.

Draxum sets down his equipment and stands up from the kitchen table. He heads out into the living room, a hand in the doorway as he surveys the two turtles on his couch.

Mikey has both arms around his brother, a swirling golden portal above them. Eyes squeezed shut as he sucks in another lungful of air, he bellows, “BARRY SHEEP DRAXUM!!!”

“That is not my name.” He scans the bleeding wound as blown eyes pop open. “What is going on?”

“Leo’s hurt!”

“And why bring him to me?”

“I didn’t!” He points up, losing his grip, and then scrambles to regain hold on his brother as he slips limply off his lap. “That did!”

“That portal is yours-” He stops himself from a pointless discussion. “You are hurting yourself. Close the portal.”

“I need my hands.” He pleads. He does not.

But that is yet another pointless discussion.

With a heavy sigh, Draxum flicks his hand and a vine extends from the pot near them. Massive and curling in on itself, it moves over to the couch. Mikey pushes his brother onto the surface, dark red staining down his orange hoodie as he raises his arms and claps at the portal. It shuts with his unnecessary movement.

The scars on his hands continue to glow.

Of the two pressing matters, Draxum chooses the one that’s at risk of bleeding on his floor. His brother’s arm has been sliced open. Nothing detrimental to his abilities, but if he’d lost enough blood to knock him out, then his very life was in imminent danger.

“He will need stitches and infusions.” Draxum reports as he places gloved hands on the wound, examining it. “And you need to temper your magic before it drains you.”

“I’m trying!” He says through gritted teeth, glaring at his hands. The way his eyes pinch read of pain, but the glow doesn’t fade. “It’s not working. Is Leo going to be okay?”

A small vine sprouts from the big one. Draxum rips the sleeve from his robe and gives it to the vine. It presses down and curls around the wound as he goes to retrieve one of the first aid kits that he keeps in every room. There’s nothing safe about an alchemist’s work.

When he turns back, Mikey is at his brother’s side, hands patting the sides of his legs rapidly. The scars burn brightly, only dimming when he comes to stand next to him. Draxum sets it down on his makeshift table. “They are responding to you. Stop perceiving danger.”

“I’m fine!” He snaps. “Leo’s the one bleeding!”

“His wound will heal moons before yours does if you do not calm yourself soon.”

“I’ll calm down when he’s okay!” The yellow is blinding to glance at. There is no realm where he is not in pain. Tears prick at his eyes as he glares. “So help Leo!”

“I am attempting to help both of you.” He hands him a vial. “I know you hate needles-”

Mikey takes it, uncaps it, and jabs it into his arm. Draxum stares at him as he takes it out and slams it on the vine-table. “Now help him!”

Draxum doesn’t move. Mikey throws out his arms. “Well?! What are you waiting fo-!”

Mikey passes out, crumbling to the floor. The marks on his arms die.

Draxum gently lifts him from the floor and sets him on the couch. Then he goes over to his brother.

The vine offers the needle and surgical thread. Draxum checks to make sure the bleeding is slowing as he pulls out his phone. He sets it down next to him, mindlessly accessing his contacts.

He dials. She picks up.

“Draxum? Why are you calling me?”

“O’Neil. We have a situation.”

Teeeechnically, I’m looking for combo characters or combos emojis BUT you’re so sweet that I can’t bear to disappoint! Thank you so much! ✨

[ierobots]

This is the entire My Chem Discography

I’m deleting my old song master posts in favour of putting them all into one: here’s all My Chem and solo project songs that aren’t on Spotify, some that are but you may not know are MCR, with links to everything except lost media and scrapped songs. PS: I may update to add James Dewees and Jarrod Alexander

My Chemical Romance

All Not On Spotify (Playlist) My Name Is Jonas (Live Feature) Live Covers (Playlist) Nine Volt Heart (Lyrics Only)

Documentary: Punk’s Not Dead

No Links/Scrapped Titles & Songs: Number of the Beast, American Idiot (Live Covers) Stabbing, Wish You Away (Sorrows and Drowning Lesson scrapped titles??) First Chance, Still Alive, Teenage Girl, Pretty, Monster Jam (+ over 30 scrapped DD and CW songs/titles) Dark Cloud, Witch, Wake Up (no longer online)

Frank Iero

Cameo: Punk Rock Holocaust (with Ray Toro) Addiction: A 60s Love Story (with James Dewees)

Bloodnun: Self Titled (full demo) Beneath the Unholy (full side of split) Straying Further From God’s Light (feature)

Sector 12 (aka Steve Weil aka Hybrid): New Demo (full demo)

Death Spells: Sunday Came Undone (unreleased song) Demos (full album)

Leathermouth: Myself (bonus track) What’s A Pulse Got To Do With It? (Bodysnatchers demo) Murder Was The Case (demo)

The Lovecats: Performance Playlist (live band only)

Pencey Prep: …trying to escape the inevitable (full demo EP) Last Rites (short clip) All Otherwise Unreleased/Not On HIS (Playlist: 6 songs) (Cotton Candy is not a Pencey Prep song)

Reggie and the Full Effect: No Country For Old Musicians (Full Album - Ray Toro on lead guitar, Frank on bass, vocals on tracks 8 & 13)

Solo: All Not On Spotify (Playlist) Live Covers (Playlist)

Features: All Vocal Features (Playlist) All Guitar Features (Playlist) All Live Features (Playlist) All Music Video Features (Playlist)

Can’t Find Links: Live at BBC Maida Vale (EP), 2022 (L.S. Dunes Demo) Little Boxes, On The Road Again, True Love, Can’t Hardly Wait (Live Covers)

Gerard Way

The Mo-Fo’s: Demos (Playlist)

Solo: Soundcloud Releases (Playlist) All Not On Spotify (Playlist)

Features: Vocal Features (Playlist) Live Features (Playlist) I’m A UFO In This City (Album Producer) Sleep When I’m Dead (Song Remix)

Ray Toro

Prev. Mentioned: Punk Rock Holocaust 2, No Country For Old Musicians

The Rodneys (Band with Matt Pelissier): Soccertown USA (full album playlist)

Aurelio Voltaire: Raised By Bats (full album)

Mikey Way

Waterparks: Cluster (full EP)

Features: Makeshift Love (music video) We Don’t Have to Dance (bass) Louder Than Your Love (bass)

Matt Pelissier

Prev. Mentioned: Soccertown USA

Revenir: Exiled From Bear County (full album) All Demos (Playlist)

[angelpuns]

What are some of your favorite character relationships/dynamics in TMNT, and why? Is there anything that you particularly like seeing explored with them in fan works (art, writing, comics, etc)?

I really love Leo as the younger twin/with Donnie ending up taking care of him more from time to time. I also like the idea that Leo and Mikey are the younger brothers, and thus have a different sort of relationship than they do with their other bro. Obviously Leo n Donnie are the disaster twins, but there's something really special about Leo and Mikey being the youngest together. Probably cause their dynamic reminds me a lot fo me and my younger sibling!

I also really like reading fics where Leo is written as autistic, cause to me he IS autisitc. I also enjoy fics where he's disabled, particularly hard of hearing. I just think it's a really interesting take! I also enjoy when Leo has anxiety cause he just like m fr :)

[drabbles-mc]

Misery Management

Natalie Berzatto x Richie Jerimovich

Warnings/Tags: 18+, pre-canon, emotional hurt/comfort, smoking, language, pining

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: i cannot articulate how often i've thought of these two and today after so long i finally sat down and wrote for them. and i already want to write more. but here we are!!! richienat hours.

Natalie was sitting on the back steps of the house, elbows digging into her thighs just above her knees as she buried her face in her hands. The sobbing had stopped almost as soon as she’d felt the brisk fall air hit her face. A little shock to the system that somehow got her breathing right back under control. The tears weren’t stopping through. Eyes shut tight, heels of her palms pressing to them, and yet somehow tears were still slipping out and trailing down her cheeks.

She heard the door open behind her, but it wasn’t enough to get her to separate her face from her palms. Footsteps caused the wooden planks beneath her to vibrate. Seconds later, she heard someone let out a small groan as they sat down next to her. It was only then that she looked up to see who it was that had come out after her. She expected to look up through her tears and find Mikey sitting next to her, but instead Richie was the one parked beside her on the step. Hardly a sliver of space between them but it was just enough to say that there was one.

Sniffling, she wiped at her face again. At this point she knew it wasn’t going to stop the tears, but at least it would clear up her vision enough so that she could get an actual look at Richie.

He looked smaller than usual, and when she thought back on it later she would wonder if he was doing that on purpose or not. His position almost mirrored hers as he sat with his forearms draped over the tops of his legs. Because of the way the steps were built, he had ot hunch over himself to sit like that. It took a couple inches off his height that he could afford to lose sitting next to someone like Natalie.

She spent longer staring at him that she should have before she realized that he was looking right at her face. The realization made her want to sit up a little straighter for some reason, more because she hadn’t noticed than the fact that he was staring. She didn’t feel like she had the energy to follow through on it, though, not when the lump in the back of her throat was making it hard to pull in a deep enough breath to steel herself.

Sitting in silence together had never been a pastime for the two of them together. Natalie was fairly certain that nothing Richie ever did involved silence, and hardly ever involved sitting unless there was a movie involved. It felt odd, different, but not bad. As with most new things, she didn’t know what to make of it at first. She was still on edge from everything that had just happened with her mother, and even on their best days it wasn’t as though she and Richie were the types to seek each other out.

His eyes still hadn’t left her face. Natalie wasn’t sure if it was the sky or her own teary vision, but they looked even more blue than usual. It was also one fo the few times that she could remember looking at him like this and not feeling like there was a sniping comment on the tip of his tongue. He almost looked a little soft—it made the slightly patchy excuse for a beard that he was trying to grow not seem so bad.

Too many seconds had gone by with neither of them saying anything. Clearing her throat, Natalie wiped the tears off her cheeks again and said, “If you just came out here to see me crying, you can fuck off.”

He shook his head. “Don’t flatter yourself—like that’s not a show I've seen before.”

“Fuck you.” It didn’t come out as mean as she would’ve liked it to.

Like almost everything else, Richie didn’t let it faze him. “That sucked,” he said, nodding back over his shoulder at the house, “in there.”

She sniffled and nodded. “Yeah. It always sucks.”

Richie’s lips pulled down into a pensive frown. He let a meaningful pause slip by them. “Know what might make it suck less?”

Natalie rolled her eyes—she already knew where this conversation was going. “I don’t need your advice on how to deal with my mother, thank you.”

He chuckled. “Really? ‘Cause based off what I saw in there, I beg to fuckin’ differ.”

She shoved him hard enough to make him reach for the railing to catch himself. He didn’t go tumbling down the stairs, and laughing probably wasn’t the right response, but that had never stopped him before. He was nice enough to not push her back.

“Fuck off.” Her brows were pinched tight in annoyance when she said it, but he saw the smallest crack of a smile afterwards.

In the time it took Natalie to wipe what would hopefully be the last few tears off her cheeks, Richie produced a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Natalie rested her chin in her hand while she watched him fumble and fight against the Chicago wind to get it lit. A little bit of the worry was gone from her face. She was still frowning but there was an ease in her eyes that hadn’t been there until that moment. Just a little bit of something better than what’d been there before.

Richie’s grunt acted as a question as he tilted the pack of cigarettes towards her. Not an olive branch really, since miraculously this time he wasn’t the one who made her upset. But it was something similar. A peace offering on Donna’s behalf—something to take the edge off besides the tears.

She thought on it for a moment. Looking back and forth between the box he was holding out to her, and the lit cigarette that was hanging from his lips like it was about to blow away, she thought about it longer than she needed to given she already knew what the outcome was going to be.  Sighing, she lifted her chin from her hand and reached to grab a smoke for herself. Her motions were so fluid, delicate even, especially stacked up against the way that Richie and Mikey handled it most of the time.

Even with the cigarette in his mouth, Richie still managed to laugh and nod as he leaned in to light Natalie’s cigarette for her. “Fuck yeah,” he mumbled as he shoved his lighter back in his pocket.

He looked and sounded ridiculous enough in that moment to get Natalie to laugh too. Smoke accompanied the sound as she shook her head at him. “Shut up.”

Their laughter softened and disappeared, a relatively comfortable silence taking its place. They could hear the distant sounds of traffic, but the noise inside the house had completely died down. Donna tired herself out. It was just the two of them on the back step, tapping ash off the ends of their cigarettes and watching them get blown away in the breeze.

Richie looked over at Natalie again. She was staring down at what was left of her cigarette, but Richie could tell that her mind was somewhere else entirely. If he had to take a guess, he’d say she was not just replaying the argument that had broken out twenty minutes ago, but all the ones just like it that had unfolded over the years. They always went more or less the same way—Natalie never came out feeling like she’d won. He wasn’t even sure what winning would look like to her.

“You good over there?” he finally asked as he flicked away the butt of his cigarette.

She snapped back to it. Another quick drag bought her a little extra time as she nodded. “I’m fine.”

He ran his hands back over his head as he leaned against the railing. It left a little more space between them than there had been. “You gotta stop doing that shit to yourself, Sug.”

Her face scrunched. “Doing what?”

“I know what I say, but you’re not an idiot.”

“Wow,” she said, what little tension she’d managed to shed coming right back to her, “thanks for the ringing endorsement, Richard.”

“No, I just—I mean…you know what the fuck I mean,” he waved her off.

Her lips curled down into that pout she’d gotten so good at over the years. It used to be a guilt-trip thing—Richie had seen her use it on Mikey more times than he could count when they were real little. Now it was just muscle memory. More of a show of disappointment than a bargaining chip. Richie missed how it used to be.

“So, what? I’m the asshole because I want things to be different?”

The chuckle he let out wasn’t meant to be a mocking sound, but he could tell by the change in her expression that that was exactly how she was taking it. He tried to recover the ground he lost. “No one said that you’re an asshole.”

She nodded, snubbing her cigarette out once and for all on the bottom step. “At least I have that going for me—not an idiot, not an asshole.”

Richie cracked a small grin. “More than most people got goin’ for ‘em.”

She threw a gesture towards the house behind them. “You all always try to make me feel so stupid for wanting—”

“You’re not stupid for wanting things to be fuckin’ different. No one has ever said that.”

“Then why—”

“The stupid thing is you thinkin’ it’s actually gonna be.”

Natalie opened her mouth, a million angry words stacked one behind the other from the tip of her tongue to the base of her throat. But the longer that she looked at Richie, the more she found herself unable to say any of them. There were plenty of times, too many really, throughout the years when Richie said things because he wanted to get under her skin, wanted to hurt her a little bit. He’d learned from the best, how to lash out and make it count. Natalie had seen it and caught the brunt of it before—this wasn’t that. There was no couth, because it was still Richie, but this wasn’t his usual brand of being an asshole.

She tried to figure out how to navigate a response given that that was the case. Raking her fingers back through her hair, she sighed. “What else can I do?”

He laughed. “Not that.” She reached to try and shove him again but he stopped her this time. They were both laughing as he straight-armed her, keeping her on the complete opposite side of the steps from him. “Hey, hey. I’m just tryin’ to give you some, you know, some sage fuckin’ advice.”

“Yeah, you’re a real wealth of information.”

 “You’re coming after the wrong guy.” He pressed his hand to his chest.  “I’m just trying to keep you from being a leaky faucet for the rest of your life.”

Confusion crawled across her face as she tilted her head. “A what?”

He grinned, a little smug about it. “You know,” he trailed off as he made a crying motion with his hands.

Natalie rolled her eyes, trying to sound angry as she said, “I hate you.”

Peeling himself off the railing, he leaned in the other direction so that his shoulder bumped lightly against hers. Neither of them recoiled after the fact. “No you don’t.”

They sat there for a little while longer. Natalie stared off across the little strip of back yard that they had. If anyone was home in the neighbor’s house, it would’ve looked to them like Natalie was staring right through their back windows. When Richie looked over at her, though, he could see that she’d zoned right back out again.

Clearing his throat, he was getting ready to ask if she was ready to head back inside now that the warzone had died down. Before he could even open his mouth, though, Natalie dropped her head onto his shoulder. He craned his neck to be able to look at her face, afraid that she was going to burst into tears again and he wasn’t going to be able to reel that back in all over again. But she wasn’t crying. After a couple more seconds her eyes weren’t even open anymore.

He was fighting the urge to fidget around. If he hadn’t just polished off a cigarette a few minutes before he would’ve taken one out right then. He felt the deep sigh that Natalie let out, and he wondered if it was from exhaustion or relief.

She felt him getting twitchy. Without pulling away or opening her eyes, she said, “Give me two minutes.”

Richie heard that the even keel had returned to her voice. It was a genuine ask, one that he could’ve said no to if he really felt like being an asshole. But there’d be time for that on a different day. He settled back and dropped one hand onto Natalie’s knee. “Two minutes.”

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