#the thousands of beads i have and wasting all the money i've spent on them in the years i've been into beadwork''

[yrieso]

packing my storm bag rn because it's tornado season and i live in tornado alley, and im already out of room in my bag because i have the following: mini waffle maker, waffle mix, small potholder, favorite stuffed bear, collectors edition of avatar (2009) dvd, book i bought today, spiderverse dvd, and barbie magic of pegasus dvd, and fun size bag of flaming hot cheetos. so my priorities are pretty straight tbh i don't think i need anything else in there

[moonlightflower21]

you're a dangerous love...

"they're in here, sir. as you requested" one of the men nodded, opening the door for the youngest hamato. stepping forwards his eyes sparkled a deep sapphire, a huge contrast to the baby blues he usually donned. they looked like ice, unwavering as they settled their gaze on the people in front of him.

"now then, isn't this a sight for sore eyes?" mikey chuckled darkly, the corners of his lips tilting into a sneer.

"why are you doing this??" the young man voice was shaky, as if he had been trying to hold back tears. that didn't come of a surprise to the terrapin, mikey certainly hoped he would be bawling in front of him. he deserved it. as if fucking his girlfriend wasn't enough, no he felt the need to also bait out mikey and his clan.

"this isn't you, mikey! please!" oh, there that voice was. the one he grew to despise now that the truth about her had come out. the truth about her betrayal should have stung more but the idea she would give away valuable information about him, even after the last three years spent together broke his heart. he really didn't know her at all.

hollow blue eyes glanced at her figure, taking in every detail. in the past he recalled how he would trace her facial features ever so gently, his heart pounding with so much adoration so much so he thought it would burst out of his chest. he would've done anything for amelia, whether it be walking into a pit of fire or taking several bullets. anything to see her precious smile. but now he couldn't even imagine touching her without gagging in disgust.

to think he placed this woman on a golden platter, above everyone else because he was in love.

love, what an ugly word it was.

he could almost hear splinter awful cackling from hell, insulting his poor judgement. harshly criticising about how much of a failure he had been.

how naive he let himself be.

"it's michelangelo to you. and i suppose you know who i am?? you took me for granted for 3 years. 3 fucking years i wasted on you. if it wasn't bad enough you decided to sleep with this fucker, you had to go and sell out my personal information which led to the death of some of my men. they almost had raphael too, they took him in the most horrible way. and now he's in the hospital, battered and bruised" mikey bent down and gripped her hair, pulling her towards him. her front roughly met his plastron and fear coursed through her body. those eyes that had always looked at her with love now had hardened into a cold and stern frown.

"but you already knew that, didn't you? you needed me, lure me in to take us down. but you forget dearest, i'm always three steps ahead of you" the tip of his blade traced down her cheekbones, down her jaw and to the hollow her neck. a bead of blood trickled down her face and he grinned, wiping it away carelessly.

"for so long, i wondered how to kill you. how to torture you, so many ideas on how i can inflict the most pain on to you" mikey let her go while she trembled, tears escaping her eyes rapidly. he would normally be the one to wipe them away but today, he merely stared at her unaffected.

"but now i realise that i don't have to do anything. i've made peace with the fact that you were nothing but a waste of time. or as my brother, leonardo would say, a lesson. and believe me, i never forget those" his smile was evil, standing up to his full height.

"i told you from the start, nobody double crosses me. how often must i prove this?" he lit the match, eyes watching the flickering flame in the darkness. how strange, a singular flame could destroy towns and cities. how a single flame could result in thousands of death, accidental or otherwise.

"now, i won't do the dirty work myself. this suit cost a hell of a lot of money and quite frankly, i have pressing matters to attend to but this..." he pulled out a silver key from his deep orange velvet jacket, the one to free the handcuffs that cuffed them to the metal pole.

"this is something you're going to need" he threw it towards them and it was just out of their reach, scrambling desperately for the piece of metal. all the while the turtle chuckled at their predicament until he heard footsteps enter the room.

"boss, time to go" silas spoke, placing his hand on mikey's shoulder and the turtle curtly nodded. he was silent and for a minute, both humans thought mercy had flooded his heart.

they didn't know that same heart hadn't felt any emotions in years.

"farewell, my friends" mikey took one last glance at his prisoners, screaming for help but it fell on deaf ears. he threw the match and walked away, the sound of explosion following straight. lips curling into a wicked smile, those ice blue eyes glittered under the spotlights.

how beautiful, the sweet sound of anguish.