#pizzazz is who i am

[accidental-spice]

“You’re okay,” he found himself whispering. “I was so . . .”

“I know,” she said, her voice echoing through his own chest, filling him with the familiar warmth of having her close to him and safe again. Finally.

@chenford-prompts two weeks of Chenford day #12: Storm

This is from one of the best Chenford fics I've ever read, So This Crazy Thing Happened at the Terra Bella Mountain Lodge, by our beloved host, @hecckyeah !! It's a crossover with Brooklyn Nine Nine where Chenford and Peraltiago go on vacation at the same lodge, and get stuck there in a storm, while crimes and shenanigans ensue

[alltimefail-sims]

Time for an important question, for science.

Only City Living townies are listed, but that's what the 6th option is there for if you have a townie outside of San My that you put her with!

I'm giving this survey a week because I need answers. I want as much input on this as possible. Simblr Penny stans unite and take over

[hauntingblue]

I ❤️

IN-BETWEEN ARC EPISODES

[seraph-draws-stuff]

Personally I think Pedro Pascals met gala look would be better if he was wearing those silly business man sock garters

[theridgebeyond]

Broke: Jesus was a cis man.

Woke: jesus was trans! he only had X chromosomes from mary! which means he was afab!

Bespoke: The side wound of Christ was the passageway that first birthed the Church and through which we may enter into the womb of Christ. For hundreds of years Christians encountered Christ in the Eucharist and believed that Christ’s body bleeds and feeds not unlike their understanding of the role of a woman’s body. Not only did they consume Christ’s body and blood (the realm of women) in the Eucharist, but also Christ’s soul and divinity (the realm of men), traversing the medieval European perception of gender. Furthermore, it is the essence of Christianity that Christ is fully God incarnate, the Divine embodied in human flesh. God knows no gender, as God is beyond human constructs and binaries. Yet, in a mystery, God encompasses all genders, as all humans throughout time and culture are made in the Image of God. Regardless of Christ’s physical, biological sex characteristics or gender identity while being as a tabernacle among humanity, Christ is not bound to our earthly notion of gender, and yet we — in our glorious variety and diversity — are reflections of the Divine.

[neonparades]

cannot stand drawing but if i don’t draw every single second of the day i fear i might explode

[thepoisonroom]

thinking about how the beekeeper i'm dating once got drunk and started crying remembering that they didn't have any stuffed animals to keep them company while they slept

[starlooove]

On the note of some of y’all wanting confident characters to always have some secret insecurity sometimes the mean tough as nails bitch is just a mean tough as nails bitch

[peachypunchh]

so the jrwi twitter account posted those emojis teasing the new wonderlust characters, so i'm gonna ramble about the theories of who each emoji represents!

we know grizzly is the mouse

pretty sure condi is the owl

i don't have the clip of charlie talking in his character voice rn but yall gotta trust me that he's the body builder

the bird seems like it's an npc because of bizly's reply

which means the scientist could also be an npc for symmetry's sake??

that leaves the fox and worm! which i am choosing to believe are guests! i saw someone use this conversation as evidence of ranboo being a potential guest because Xs could be deciphered to "jrwi new show wonderlust" and we know they're in LA

i am making the executive decision to choose to believe that yakko is the (potential) other guest because we know he was also in LA around the time of wonderlust filming (he was in one of charlie's streams, he went to the escape room with the group, etc)

and the sparkle emojis on either end are fun uhhhhhh pizzazz

[accidental-spice]

@monthly-challenge 2024 | Day #4: Flower

Ventress: *is beating up the Bad Batch*

Vos: *is dramatically singing breakup songs in a karaoke bar because his wife has been gone for more than ten minutes*

[divine-donna]

pink ensembles

pairing: miguel o’hara x gender neutral! reader

word count: 994 words

ao3 link: 💗💗💗

summary: the spider society is holding a very special barbie disco party!! miguel doesn’t have an appropriate outfit. thankfully, you have the perfect solution for your partner. and you’re awesome at dressing people!

for vibes: “dance the night” by dua lipa

notes: there are no detailed descriptions about the ensemble reader is wearing. it’s just something that’s all pink! anyways who’s excited for the barbie movie? i’m seeing it over oppenheimer.

“Wait, you’re not coming?”

“Well I didn’t say that. I said I wouldn’t dress up.”

“That’s as bad as saying you’re not coming! If you’re not going to dress up, why come at all!”

“(Y/N), that’s literally not what I meant.” The man was trying to enjoy his lunch in peace. “If I don’t come, it looks pretty bad. Especially as the person who founded the Spider Society.”

“And I just believe you should look the part.”

Miguel sets his arepa down. “I don’t think you get it. I’m not dressing up because my wardrobe...” He sighs. “You’ve literally been in my wardrobe. You steal my clothes all the time.”

It finally hit you. “Oh. I see. It’s because you lack color in your wardrobe. That’s not a problem!”

“What...What do you mean? I literally don’t have the clothes for it.”

“And I do! I think I have the perfect outfit too. Come on! We’re going back to my place!”

Miguel rushed to finish his lunch and even took the last remaining arepa with him. He’d rather die than let a good arepa go to waste (also because wasting food was something he was taught not to do). The two of you made it back to your place where you revealed your closet. It was definitely a closet from a Barbie dreamhouse playset. Your closet was even color coded and was very satisfying to look at. There were even shades of colors he didn’t think existed. You were going through your pink section, putting different shades of pink against his arm and even looking at the veins of his hand. “Perfect! The ensemble I have in mind is the right pink!” You were giddy about this and pulled out the set.

He wasn’t phased by the outfit but rather that you seemed to have it in his size. “How long have you had this?” He asks.

“For a while. I bought it in hopes of us doing matching outfits one day.”

“How did you get my size?”

“Lyla helped.”

He’s not the slightest bit annoyed. Instead, a small smile crosses his face and he walks over to you, giving you a gentle kiss on your lips. You kiss back and take in his presence. It was always nice to just be with him. “I’ll put this on.”

When Miguel comes out, you almost fell over. Because your partner was just...hot. So, so, so, so hot. The sleeveless top allowed you to see every single fiber of muscle as he moved his arms. His pecs were popping out from the neckline. The flared pants hugged his waist nicely, rising quite high, and framing his butt better than his Spider-suit. The white cowboy hat really topped everything off. But despite the beauty that was your partner in this outfit, you still felt he was missing something. Maybe something around his neck? That would be quite hot. “I look like a vaquero. Except without the equipment.” He says.

“I mean, it is Western inspired. And it was vaqueros that were the base for the Western cowboy.”

“We definitely did it better.” He takes a spin, watching the way the bottom of his pants flared out.

“You have white boots?”

“They’re the most colorful thing in my closet.”

“Great! They’ll go with the outfit. Now, you’re missing something.”

“Am I? I think it looks great.”

“You just need one more bit of pizzazz!” You rub your chin for a bit. “Lyla!”

“Here!” The AI appears besides Miguel’s shoulder. “I knew he would look good.”

“Lyla, do you think you can find the star patterned pink bandana?”

“Oh.” She winces. “It’s not here on this Earth. But it is available in these Earths and at these storefronts, from what I can gather.” Lyla expands the map of the multiverse.

“Well, we can start there. I’ll be back soon Miguel.”

Miguel was...very surprised to see you come back with a ton of scratches and bruises. But you were beaming brightly and judging by the bag in your hand, you had succeeded in your mission. He should’ve figured that you were willing to fight tooth and nail for the last fashion accessory for your partner. After all, what was better than getting to dress him up? “Geez! What happened (Y/N)!” Lyla cleans her glasses to make sure it wasn’t dirt blocking her vision.

“I fought people for it. Turns out everywhere in the multiverse is looking for this? It’s the biggest multiversal fashion trend.” You pull the box out and toss the bag, before removing the top of the box. “It’s like fresh!” You approach your partner with the bandana and he lets you tie it around his neck. When you step back, you feel your eyes water. “It’s perfect!”

“Awww. Should let (Y/N) dress you up more. They know what they’re doing.” Lyla looks at her watch. “Got to go. I’ll catch you two at the party!” The AI disappears.

“Okay now I have to get ready!”

“Take your time cariño.” His voice just purred softly. And you needed to prevent yourself from just melting at the way he spoke to you.

When you came out, your scratches and bruises were gone (mostly). And you had dressed up in your cutest pink ensemble. You looked like a Barbie doll! And honestly, Miguel was feeling like he was just a Ken. He looked nowhere near as good. “I like what you did beneath your eyes.” You had put small stones to complete your makeup look.

“Thank you! I’m happy you like it.”

“I always like what you do.”

“You’re going to make me collapse from how cheesy you are.”

“I’ll just catch you.” Miguel pulls you close to him and presses a gentle kiss on your cheek. He’s careful not to ruin the makeup.

“Shall we get going?”

“I don’t know. How about we just stay here for a little longer? No one arrives to a party on time anyways.”

[queen-shiba]

When I see how some of you design the royal guard fits for the guards in the Afterglow, I am baffled at the lack of African pizzazz.

I feel like everyone in this Fandom, damn near, just gives no fucks about Leona's cultural heritage in terms of drawing fanart of his homeland or making fics.

I've seen few who will think "lemme do this the proper way"

It's already bad enough they won't do any real study of African cultures to make the Afterglow actually feel like-

The Afterglow.

So y'know what? Fuck it. Imma do it.

My own design of the royal guard's uniform, and a redesign of the Tamashina Mina event outfits.

These will be my refs for the guard uniform

And I'll be looking at other African warrior armor designs. Most will be from actual tribes in east and South Africa

Y'all gon quit denying my husband his heritage 😤😤😤😤

@killersweetie @seraphni @ameleii

[yallemagne]

Luthur (Lucy/Arthur) Propaganda

I'm writing this with all the pent-up rage of an entire year of seeing "Lucy's so dumb, she should have picked my favourite suitor" posts and "who should Lucy have chosen?" polls that always result in practically no votes for Arthur.

This is not an anti-Jack or anti-Quincey post by any means, though it may come across as defensive. It is just a pro-let-Lucy-choose-for-herself post. And yes, letting her choose for herself even includes letting her be monogamous when she has made the conscious decision to remain monogamous.

So, to the proposal descriptions--

Seward tries to hide his anxiety by putting up a front of sternness. From how Lucy describes it, it sounds like he's negotiating a contract:

He spoke to me, Mina, very straightforwardly. He told me how dear I was to him, though he had known me so little, and what his life would be with me to help and cheer him. He was going to tell me how unhappy he would be if I did not care for him, but when he saw me cry he said that he was a brute and would not add to my present trouble. Then he broke off and asked if I could love him in time; and when I shook my head his hands trembled, and then with some hesitation he asked me if I cared already for any one else. He put it very nicely, saying that he did not want to wring my confidence from me, but only to know, because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope. And then, Mina, I felt a sort of duty to tell him that there was some one. I only told him that much, and then he stood up, and he looked very strong and very grave as he took both my hands in his and said he hoped I would be happy, and that if I ever wanted a friend I must count him one of my best.

Sounds like he hardly popped the question so much as stated: "I would be honoured to have you (I need you I need you I need you I need you) as my wife. If you don't love me back, I will die."

This proposal comes across as very neurodivergent to me. He goes into it thinking mostly about what he wants from Lucy and how good the marriage would be for his mental health, not stopping to consider if she's already seeing someone (literally the man who introduced them) or just maybe... that he's putting too much of a burden on her with this style of proposal. This approach would work better with another no-nonsense B, but Lucy is overwhelmed. He didn't think of her feelings in the matter because he was too busy schooling his own emotions so he wouldn't screw it all up. It comes across as very scripted until he sees that he's upset Lucy-- that is when we get a glimpse of his care for her. But then he's back to his bullet points of "but could you love me one day? do you love another now? on a scale from one to ten, how would you rate this interaction?"

Lucy gets through Seward's entire proposal without getting carried away and writing about Arthur instead, but with Quincey--

I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him. I know now what I would do if I were a man and wanted to make a girl love me. No, I don't, for there was Mr. Morris telling us his stories, and Arthur never told any, and yet—— My dear, I am somewhat previous.

She certainly finds Quincey charming, but she cuts herself off to talk about Arthur. While she momentarily thinks that telling adventurous tales would win a woman's heart, she says that it didn't win her own. There's a sort of peacocking going on with Quincey prefacing his proposal with tales of his adventures. It's very much like Seward's stoic attempt but with far more confidence and pizzazz.

Mr. Quincey P. Morris found me alone. It seems that a man always does find a girl alone. No, he doesn't, for Arthur tried twice to make a chance, and I helping him all I could; I am not ashamed to say it now. 

Quincey "found [her] alone". Now, before, she said "Mr. Morris was telling us his stories"-- who is us? I am guessing that perhaps Lucy's mother or someone else was sitting in as a chaperone? And then Quincey found an opportunity to talk to her in private?

Again, she drifts off talking about Arthur while she's trying to explain Quincey. "Arthur tried twice to make a chance"-- my best guess for what this means is that Arthur has tried to have un-chaperoned time with Lucy twice before in order to propose to her, but he never succeeded despite her attempts to aid him.

Which makes this all so much funnier? Some joke that the Suitors probably arranged it all, but this hints that Arthur has been trying his damndest to propose, but the one day he actually gets a chance to, he finds out his two friends proposed to her first! Those dogs!!

I do not know myself if I shall ever speak slang; I do not know if Arthur likes it, as I have never heard him use any as yet.

Lucy interrupts her "haha the silly American talks silly American gibberish" with "would Arthur like it if I spoke this way?" Gah, she's so in love with him. It's funny that she says she's never heard him use slang considering she's already mentioned "Dress is a bore." which she even called slang.

Well, he did look so good-humoured and so jolly that it didn't seem half so hard to refuse him as it did poor Dr. Seward; so I said, as lightly as I could, that I did not know anything of hitching, and that I wasn't broken to harness at all yet. Then he said that he had spoken in a light manner, and he hoped that if he had made a mistake in doing so on so grave, so momentous, an occasion for him, I would forgive him. [...] And then, my dear, before I could say a word he began pouring out a perfect torrent of love-making, laying his very heart and soul at my feet. He looked so earnest over it that I shall never again think that a man must be playful always, and never earnest, because he is merry at times. I suppose he saw something in my face which checked him, for he suddenly stopped, and said with a sort of manly fervour that I could have loved him for if I had been free...

She remarks that Quincey's more light-hearted nature makes him easier to refuse than Seward. However, she finds it harder to reject him when he drops the act and starts behaving more earnestly. She finds it easier to imagine loving him when he's being sincere. She doesn't have this same thought with Seward because, unfortunately, even when he snapped out of his legal negotiation of the potential marriage, he still kept himself emotionally guarded through the rest of the interaction.

Why can't they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble? But this is heresy, and I must not say it.

I must say... Lucy here is not saying "I want a harem of men.". Stop. Just stop saying that she is. That interpretation has led to every single adaptation that brands her an insincere cheater who strings along men and deserves to be punished by the narrative. Just stop. What she is expressing here is guilt at not having an option that would please all parties involved. She's been raised as a people-pleaser, but in this scenario, there is no choice she could make that wouldn't lead to someone being hurt. So, she makes the decision to follow her heart rather than her guilty conscience.

And think, just earlier, Jack planted this seed of insecurity by saying that he'll be upset if she does not love him. And then goes even further to imply her loving another robs him of his hope. It makes it so that, even when Quincey is more gracious in accepting her refusal, she can't help but beat herself up for practically destroying these men's lives (hyperbole, of course) all for her own happiness!!

Lucy clearly displays polyamorous traits. She laments that, if she did not love Arthur so much, she could love Quincey (rip Seward). But she has chosen not to explore those feelings. Part of her cutting herself off while writing about Quincey to talk about Arthur could be subconsciously reminding herself: "nope, there is no chance with him, I want Arthur". She compares the two constantly as if to remind herself she made the right choice. There's also her love for Mina, but she has plausible deniability in this era and can claim that as just classic girl love.

But when she considers a woman marrying "as many men as want her" it is not reflective of her being polyamorous because she doesn't have this thought out of "I love these three men enough to marry them" but "I feel guilty about being loved by three men at once, and I have to repay the favour somehow, but I can't". She does not say "as many men as she wants" because it's not about the woman's feelings but about the feelings of the men that surround her. But you know what? She showed agency when she picked the man she wanted and didn't bow and pick the man who would be the most devastated upon being rejected, and I'm proud of her.

Lucy is incredibly brief when describing Arthur's proposal, but let's. just. think about this. Previously, she has tried to hold back her overwhelming love for Arthur in her writing to Mina (she failed, lol). Other than wanting to be discreet, she explains:

My dear, this quite upset me, and I feel I cannot write of happiness just at once, after telling you of it; and I don't wish to tell of the number three until it can be all happy.

She doesn't want to taint her happy feelings with bitterness about how "oh, I'm so horrible and selfish for picking the man I love! I don't deserve to be loved by anyone!" And even then, she goes into a bit more detail in her post-script:

P.S.—Oh, about number Three—I needn't tell you of number Three, need I? Besides, it was all so confused; it seemed only a moment from his coming into the room till both his arms were round me, and he was kissing me. I am very, very happy, and I don't know what I have done to deserve it. I must only try in the future to show that I am not ungrateful to God for all His goodness to me in sending to me such a lover, such a husband, and such a friend.

Such a friend. Before this, Seward and Quincey were not friends of Lucy's. They were acquaintances that knew her through Arthur (though she does not explicitly state this about Quincey, so she could have met him somewhere else?), and upon being rejected romantically, they swore friendship to her. Before then, they saw her as a potential bride.

But Arthur was already a friend to Lucy. They have been close for longer than she's known either of her other suitors, and while they'd never said the L-word (love) to each other before, I think what wins Lucy's heart is that Arthur is genuine with her. We don't get to see it (she teases us!! how dare!!), but that feels like the most plausible thing that would set him apart from Seward and Quincey. Now, the other two are honest men (we see it when they comfort her), but they both initially put up a front to impress/entertain Lucy. Meanwhile, Arthur doesn't bother with that. He comes into the room, and she's practically already in his arms! It's so effortless with him. She doesn't have to imagine herself being happy and in love with him because she already is.

[shysublimecoffee]

I prefer not to sound harsh, but Miraculous has become a fandom where I find more enjoyment in reading fanfics than watching the show. It feels like there's a lack of effort or an attempt to justify and rearrange elements, often ignoring past seasons and assuming the audience won't notice. The handling of Derision is a notable example, with more astute critics than me delving into their dissatisfaction and the evident retcons.

I didn't anticipate the show going to such lengths as portraying Gabriel as someone deserving of a statue, and it left a sour taste in my mouth to see the hero endorsing it. Adrien/ChatNoir's portrayal has become quite pitiful, with a peculiar shift where Ladybug takes on a significant role in the Agreste Saga despite her absence from that narrative. Ladybug, who isn't even part of the Agreste Saga, is the one delivering heartfelt moments. The decision to sideline Adrien and put him out of commission is disappointing. It's his story yet she the one who has to make it about her. She gets to shine along with a cool costume to boot.

There's a palpable bias from Astruc against Chloe, evident in the show's treatment of her character. Despite her being manipulated by Gabriel Agreste, the narrative blames her for becoming mayor, and the absurdity of the situation is magnified when everyone in the story goes along with it. The inclusion of a scene in Revolution where Chloe is crying is perplexing and frustrating, as it seems to perpetuate the negative and irredeemable image the show consistently paints of her. The added layer of her mother being horrid to her intensifies my annoyance, especially when sympathetic scenes are presented in a seemingly contradictory manner.

I mean you want her to be the worst but yet she has scenes like this? Why not go all the way wtf. Why give her depth only to take it away and then make her be so demonized in s5 and act like she was like this from the start. When she's been a joke

I hate to be critical, but seriously, it's hard to ignore how the Miraculous universe is just dripping with untapped potential. Five seasons in, and the movie outshines the show effortlessly. It makes you wonder about the writers' team and their approach—seems like they're just coasting on low effort for profit, and somehow, it's working, thanks to Miraculous inexplicable popularity.

The show's been beating the monster-of-the-week horse for five long seasons, lacking any creativity in crafting interesting villains. Gabriel, honestly, feels like a starter villain, and if they're going to make him the big bad, can we at least get some villains with a bit more pizzazz? You know craft creative interesting villains? KNDS, Original PPG, Totally Spies they got it so why not Miraculous. It's so damn tiring seeing the same old song and dance with Gabriel 24/7 monologuing to his wife and releasing the akuma I thought Mayura would be important but she's barely there.

It's not even an excuse kids do deserve better entertainment so why should Miraculous lower its standards. Marinette is very weird to me as the protagonist because her lovelife is more focused over everything I gauged her well enough to know about her that the rest of the secondary needs more of a spotlight to be cast on them. I like her but am I the only one who just skips when she starts the whining about Adrien and her plan to again get together it was cute at first now I fast forward to the more interesting part of the episode because it irks me i'm tired okay... what other facet of her character do the writers focus on besides her love life? I hope I don't appear to salt on her but Imma tag it just in case. I think she's in neutral treading to dislike because how can I come back from her gaslighting her boyfriends I'm sorry I can't.

You know what I'm afraid of that if Lila gonna be the next big bad they'll just recycle everything from Gabriel onto her. We'll have the same akumatizations same monster of the week formula only this time it's Lila.

I trust more in the fanfic community to come up with a better substantial plot than Miraculous could ever be. I know romance is a big part but the lore is so damn little it's season 5 are they ever going to expand more in the later seasons lol.

I'm tired from writing this long. Imma go to bed now.

[ringanon]

Phone Call | Auston Matthews

Pairing: Auston Matthews x gn!reader

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 680

Summary: You call your boyfriend, Auston, before Game 6 of the 1st Round (2023)

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"Hi, baby!" He had only been gone for a day, but you were still happy for the chance to talk to him. You set up the camera on your kitchen island, sitting on one of the bar stools.

"Hey, mi amor, we're about to head out, but I wanted to call you first." Auston's voice came over as somber: he was focused. There was intent in his voice. He set up his phone against the bed side table in the hotel room, grabbing the office chair behind him.

"Are we doing fit checks?" It had been a tradition of yours for every away game. Now that they were in the playoffs, it was crucial. He liked seeing you all pretty, you liked seeing him in formal attire.

"Obviously, whatchu rockin'?" He leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows against his knees.

"So we went with something a little calmer today. A couple of the girls are coming over here, we're gonna crack open a bottle or two of wine and watch the game. The jersey is a one-of-a-kind game worn jersey given to me by a player of the Toronto Maple Leafs. I think his name is Auston? He spells it with an O, not an I, tryna be different, or something.

The jeans are a light-wash Lee's that I thrifted from my hometown. I am not wearing shoes since I will be inside, but in case I do need to go out, I will be rocking my blue and white Air Forces that I got custom-made." Auston tilted his head, not quite sure which ones you were talking about. You dipped out of camera and picked them up from underneath the island. You had commissioned casual shoes to wear for games and events from a guy you saw on tik tok. Auston had only seen them a handful of times.

"Ah, I forgot about those ones. Looking good."

"What are we working with?

"I ended up deciding on the tan one."

"Oh come on! I expect a presentation! Some Pizzazz please, Matthews!"

"Fine! God! The jacket and trousers are the Lardini suit from Farfetch, shirt is from Men's Wearhouse, and the shoes are white Air Forces."

"That's better, we'll work on it."

He laughed, "are you watching the game tonight?"

"Do you listen to these presentations or do you just stare at my ass the whole time? A couple of the girls are coming over to watch, I got a whole spread, do you wanna see?"

"I would love to see the fruits of your labor, sweetheart."

You grabbed your phone from the island and stood up. Flipping the camera around, you walked around to the other side of the kitchen, "I wanted it to be mostly snack stuff, but I think Steph and Aryne will be here early, so I wanted actual food-food, but nothing too insane. We popped out with sliders- ham and cheese, and then I made a couple vegetarian ones. I also made a salad, nothing too insane, just Romane, crutons, cheese, and a vinnagrette that I made, and some chicken on the side that I chopped up."

"Oo bougie."

"I try, thank you. Next, we got a little grazing board thing. Most of this side is all white wine pairings and this side is red wine pairings, because I'm a good host who cares about her guests."

"Is that a dig?"

"Just a little. We got shrimp with cocktail sauce, and this is the spinach dip my mom used to make all the time."

"How long did it take you to prep the shrimp?" You turned the camera around to face you again.

"So long, you know I'm picky about them."

The door in Auston's room opened, "hey man, you ready to go?"

"Yeah, give me one second," He sighed, "alright, sweetheart, I gotta go. I'll talk to you after the game?"

"Go win a series for me."

"I'll try, let me know how your food goes over."

"I will, I love you."

"I love you more."

"That's impossible."

-💍

I'm clearing out the notes app. Can y'all tell? This one's short and sweet, though

[goosewriting]

Hi! I just came across your blog and I am love with how you write. Especially with your most recent writing about the Rise Brothers!

I've came to request ( and I'm sorry if your requests are closed omg 😭 ), if the Rise Brothers gave the reader (GENDER NEUTRAL) a gift. But like the reader hasn't received a gift in such a long time that they almost (or do) start crying?

And this is just a stretch, you don't have rot so this: but could you add this maybe a week later after the First Kiss with Donnie? I could tell why you were proud of his part in your little A/N !

(again, it's just an extra extra thing! No need to do it)

Thank you again!! Have a good day 💐

Unexpected Presents (rottmnt x reader)

summary: reader can't help but tear up/cry after receiving a gift from their turtle boyfriend.

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x GN reader (established)

warnings: none, fluff!

word count: 2.7k

A/N: the hardest part of these imo is coming up with different prompts for each brother lol I don't like it being repetitive. so I really hope I made your request justice and this is along the lines of what you imagined :D

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

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🔵 Leo

Ever since discovering an arcade in the Hidden City, Leo and you went there as often as possible.

Señor Hueso’s restaurant was also nearby, which was a plus.

So you had a fair amount of dates with games and pizza/ominous food.

Both of you got pretty competitive and would try to win against each other at all costs.

Tickles, sabotage, flirty remarks to catch the other off-guard; all was fair in love and war.

You were both ecstatic when a new booth opened: a Sonic racing game.

After eating a pizza with some… questionable toppings, Leo and you made your way straight back to the arcade. There was one booth that had been closed off the last couple of times you were here, and supposedly today they were introducing a new game.

When you arrived, you were met with a big cut-out of Sonic and Shadow, and behind it were two big screens with racer seats, steering wheels, pedals, the whole pizzazz.

You both wasted no time in sitting down and starting the game. You weren’t entirely sure if the Hidden City had “legally” acquired this game in collaboration with SEGA but you didn’t care either way. All you could think of was beating Leo for a) bragging rights, and b) that giant stuffed turtle that hung from the ceiling, marked as the grand prize for setting today’s inauguration high score. Your eyes sparkled with determination; that plushie would be yours.

— — —

Your shoulders slouched in defeat as you left your seat, pouting. Leo had beaten you by a fraction of a second, and only because just before the finish line he had reached over and squeezed your thigh, which made you squeak in surprise and lift your foot from the gas pedal.

Thus he had set the high score of the day, saving it under the name “NEONLEON”, because what else was new with him.

As you were looking at the scores table, your name just under his, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you were met with a turtle, but not the one you expected. Leo was holding the giant plushie to your face.

“Yes, yes, you won” you laughed, gently pushing it to the side to be able to look at Leo. “No need to literally rub it in.”

“What? No, this is for you!” he replied, once again holding out the toy. You just looked at him confused.

“But… it was you who won?”

“Well, yeah” Leo looked away as a slight blush spread on his cheeks. “But I wanted to win it for you, because you looked at it like you really wanted it. Not that you couldn't win it on your own, but you know. And it's not like you don’t already have a turtle to cuddle with, anyways…” he added that last part under his breath.

You hesitated for a second, then grabbed the stuffed turtle. It was so soft and fluffy! Giving it a bit of a squeeze, you asked Leo again if he was sure about it, to which he basically shoved it into your arms; he wouldn't take ‘no’ for an answer.

Your eyes wandered up and down between your boyfriend and the grand prize, now hugging it tightly, and you felt the tears stinging at the back of your eyes. You blinked rapidly to get rid of them, but Leo noticed your eyes glossing over.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. “Did you want something else?”

“No, it’s- this is perfect, thank you Leo” you replied sheepishly and pecked his cheek. “I feel so silly for crying over this… It’s just been a while since I’ve received a gift like this.” Sure you had received little trinkets and presents here and there from Leo before, but hearing him say that he won it for you, it felt different somehow. Even if he technically stole your win.

Leo hugged you tightly, the plushie pressed between the two of you, and he kissed the tip of your nose.

“I’ll win all the games if it means I can get you more prizes. You deserve them!” he announced and sported his signature grin. You playfully slapped his arm, reminding him that he only won this time because he cheated, but inside you felt warm and fuzzy and loved.

🔴 Raph

Whenever Raph sees something that reminds him of you, chances are he’ll take them back with him to give them to you.

Like keychains or cute stationery if you’re into that.

But he also thinks gifts should be practical, he doesn’t want you to hoard stuff without reason.

So he tries to get you things that are relevant to your hobby, class, job, whatever you’re into at the moment.

Last time he was at your place, he noticed you had a couple more houseplants than last time.

So he thought it’d be the perfect opportunity to give you a ceramic pot he saw some time ago, which had immediately made him think of you.

It was a turtle (of course), but with the shell hollowed out to put the plant in.

It was a peaceful evening when you happily skipped to your balcony after hearing a soft knock. You knew it was Raph; you were eager to finally have some alone time with him.

You opened the glass door and stepped aside to let him in. Standing on your tippy-toes, you greeted him with a kiss to the cheek. The package he carried under his arm didn’t escape you, and for a second you panicked as you thought about how you didn’t have anything for him. Then again, there was no reason or occasion for him to give you anything, so it was probably just a new game.

“Whatchu got there?” you asked, curiosity getting the better of you now that you had calmed yourself. You both sat down on the cushions on the floor you had prepared in front of the couch. Raph gave you a cute and proud grin, and your heart skipped a beat.

“This is for you, so here you go!” he said and held out the package towards you. You noticed how it was neatly wrapped, your name carefully written in several colours on the front.

“Huh?” Panic was starting to rise again within you. “I don’t have anything for you though… W-What’s the occasion?”

“No need to give me anything, and it’s no occasion” he explained, giving you a slight shrug. “I saw it and thought you’d like it, that’s all.”

You looked at him for a moment, incredulous. This is a prank, right?, you thought. The moment I open the package, something is gonna jump out and scare me.

Exhaling through your nose, you gave him one last sceptic look and took the package, starting to open it carefully. Whatever it was, you were mentally ready not to flinch. But instead of the worst, which you were expecting, you find an adorable turtle planter in the box. it even had a little red bandana on its head, which did not really match the style of the pot, so you assumed Raph must have made it himself.

Suddenly you felt incredibly silly for doubting him, but at the same time you were genuinely not expecting it to be a gift. Before you could stop yourself, silent tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“Wha- Are you okay?” Raph panicked when he saw you crying, and pulled you into his chest to hug you, careful not to crush the planter.

“I’m sorry” you hiccuped and wiped over your face with the back of your sleeve. “I have no idea what came over me. Guess it was just very… unexpected. It’s very cute, I love it, really! Thank you!”

“Glad to hear that” Raph smiled and gently wiped your last tears away with his knuckles.

Taking out your phone, you opened the local nursery’s page and together you looked for a plant worthy of the new planter in your collection.

🟠 Mikey

If Mikey were to give you something it would be something self made for sure.

Maybe something artsy, like a scrapbook or a collage of pictures of you both.

Or for a more special occasion a home cooked meal.

And of course dessert.

He’d try to pry the information out of April of what your favourite food from your childhood was.

He’d avoid asking you directly so as not to spoil the surprise.

When he finally found out what it was, he spent several days on different cooking and baking blogs trying to find the best recipe.

Taking one last glance at the time on your phone display, you slipped the device back into your pocket. You were right on time, entering the lair with a light jog. Mikey had suddenly summoned you to the sewers, which barely gave you time to change and get ready. You had no idea what he had in mind, so you went with a tiny bit of a more “formal” look than usual, just in case. He only said you’d have dinner together but didn’t explain further.

As soon as you set foot in the main room, you could already smell the food from the kitchen. It smelled suspiciously familiar as well, like something you hadn’t had in quite a while.

Finally entering the kitchen, you saw that the table had been set with candles, flowers and several pieces of cutlery on either side of the plate; Mikey had gone all out. There was also soft orchestral music playing from somewhere, but you couldn’t tell where the speakers were.

“Ah, my dearest Y/n, welcome!” Mikey greeted you from behind, which made you slightly jump in surprise. Curse these turtles and their ninja stealth. You noticed he was wearing a blazer, and a tie, but no button shirt, which made you snort slightly.

He engulfed you in a hug, lifting you up and spinning you around a couple of times, then came to a halt and dipped you to kiss you lovingly. Bringing you back to your feet, he guided you towards the table and pulled back the chair for you to sit, which you did.

“So… what’s going on exactly?” you asked curiously. You were enjoying all this attention for sure, but you were equally confused.

“Oh, you know, a little bit of this…” Mikey said in a sing-sang voice while filling your cup with your favourite drink. “… and a little bit of that…” He set a plate in front of you which had a cloche* over it, and paused for suspense before lifting it. “Surprise!”

As he revealed the food, a flood of memories washed over you, crashing like a wave. It was your favourite comfort food from your childhood, which you hadn’t had in ages, and it was clearly made from scratch.

You took a deep breath trying to regain your composure, but you couldn’t help a few tears running down your cheeks as you stared at the meal in front of you in complete shock.

“Ohmigosh, are you okay?” Mikey asked, concerned, and crouched down next to you, placing a hand on your knee.

“I- This is- How-?!” To say you were at a loss for words was an understatement. Blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear your vision, you took Mikey’s hand in yours and looked down at him.

“Sorry, this just triggered a nostalgia in me that hit me like a truck” you half laughed, half apologised. “It’s been a good while since I’ve had it. Where did you even find the recipe?”

“Ah, a good cook never reveals his sources” Mikey said with a wink. You smiled lovingly at him.

“Well, I have no idea how you made this, but I can’t wait to dig in. It looks incredible!”

As you both ate, Mikey told you there was also a dessert waiting. You quickly ran a list in your mind of what it could possibly be, the anticipation making you even hungrier for the unknown delicacy. But for now, you relished in the warmth in your belly and heart from the food, and the pleasant tightness in your chest, knowing it came from being so loved by the orange turtle. You made a mental note to thank him properly later.

(* the bell shaped silver thing used to cover food on a plate. yes i had to google it. TIL, and so did you)

🟣 Donnie

Donnie never considered himself to be the kind of person who’s super hung up on the “little” anniversaries.

One month, one year, sure.

But just a week?

Not too long ago he would have considered it too clingy.

And yet here he finds himself wanting to give you something for the weekiversary.

If he could, he would give you something every day.

He just wants to show you he appreciates you, because he knows it’s hard for him to find the words sometimes.

While he likes just spending time with you as such, he’ll shower you with presents all he can.

It had been around a week since the sleepover where you and Donnie shared your first kiss. Thinking back to it still made your face burn up; where you had found the boldness to do what you did, you still didn’t know. But you were glad you had. Because now, physical gestures were so much easier for both of you. Kisses, caresses and loving words were no longer a reason to stress over, wondering if things had gotten awkward.

The morning after your kiss, you had both discussed your “status”. After a flustered confession on both sides, you had decided that you were officially a couple.

Since it had only been a week since then, you didn’t consider it too big of an occasion to celebrate or anything, but Donnie thought differently.

That day you walked into the lair as you usually would after you were done with class. You greeted the turtle brothers who were in the main room, making a beeline towards the lab. You had been here yesterday but you already missed Donnie so much. Your hands came to cover your face in embarrassment at the thought of how clingy you were being.

Walking into the lab, you said hi to Donnie and heat rose to your cheeks as you remembered that the turtle before you was now, in fact, your boyfriend. He seemed to be as cool as a cucumber, however. And he was clearly hiding something on the table from your view with his torso. You approached him curiously.

“Oho, what you got there, Don?” you asked, trying to peek over his shoulder, to no avail. He was still blocking your view, and suddenly took your hands in his to stop you from prying, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“I know it’s only been 7 days” he started explaining. “But it’s been seven wonderful days and before I even realised, I found myself working on a little something for you.”

Moving aside, he revealed the object behind him. On the table sat a little sculpture of your favourite animal made of metal and different scrap materials. It was a little wonky, but clearly made with so much love and care. He had even polished all the pieces so the metallic sheen was bright under the sharp lab lights. You carefully removed your hands from his to pick up the object; it was a little heavier than you expected. As you turned it around, you noticed the little purple bow that was tied around its neck.

“Do you like it?” Donnie asked, almost in a whisper. A shy smile was spreading on his face, but quickly contorted into an expression of worry as he saw you started tearing up.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? I know it’s not perfect, but I mean… It’s not that bad, right?” he panicked. You tried your best to not start sobbing, and dried your tears with your free hand, holding the figurine to your chest with your other one.

“That’s not it at all, Donnie” you hiccuped. “It is perfect! I love it so much, really. Thank you!” You placed the gift back on the table and hugged Donnie tightly, which he reciprocated.

“Then why are you crying?” he asked, still confused.

“I assure you they’re happy tears!” You sniffled. “It’s just been a while since I’ve received a gift like this…”

“Unacceptable!” Donnie exclaimed and held you by your upper arms to lean you back a bit, so he could look into your face. “Then you better get ready, dear, because there’s plenty more where that came from!”

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