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luckycharms1701 · 8 hours
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If its more than one of these, vote the one that was strongest and/or lasted the longest.
I wanted to be a marine illustrator !! Like for textbooks n stuff
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luckycharms1701 · 9 hours
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AH DES BEAT MY TO IT UH UH S T A R
LMAOOOOOO thank you for the laugh stranger-chan, i really needed that
thank goodness you sent another ask because i was about to copy/paste and call it a day
S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?: i mean, all of the guilty pleasures i've mentioned so far, but also i love enemies to lovers and the epistolary style
T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?: i wouldn't say i can't stand them, but i'm not a huge fan of crossovers or genderswap
A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?: ooooooh i love title asks. so i'm going to talk about planet earth turns slowly because it's kind of an interesting story. so the title is lyrics from fireflies by owl city, as i'm sure pretty much everyone knows, and it's a reference to the mural painted by mikey for insert-chan. but! the thing about it is that i hadn't come up with that idea when i started writing the fic. this is one of the few fics that i wrote out of order, because i didn't know what mikey was going to paint and also had not come up with a title. i was struggling a bit with my mental health at the time, and it reminded me of when i used to go out for walks through my college campus at night to feel better. there was this one field... well, if you've read the fic you have an idea of what it was like. so i wrote that scene, and while i was writing it i realized that fireflies was the perfect song to pull a title from. so that's how that one came about.
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?: that. is a good question. i'm certain there are writers who unconsciously influence my writing, perhaps any of y'all can tell me if it seems familiar to you. but when i'm writing i'm not trying to write it like anyone else would write it, i'm trying to write it like i would write it. so i don't really know?
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luckycharms1701 · 9 hours
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purpose of this poll: basically im wondering if my gran having a pistol was a typical american experience
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luckycharms1701 · 9 hours
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for the ask game M I K E Y c:
you're so clever uvu
M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?: oooooo there are so many. i do have this one idea where someone puts rise mikey's cast iron in the dishwasher, cause i remember that one time someone did that to you and i thought it would be funny
I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?: i'm going to throw this question out the window. big fan of alpha/omega dynamics in fics, but like. it has to be exactly right or i don't want it
K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?: ugh. so i do have this idea that i've thought about a couple of times but will almost definitely never write because ouchie. but it's like, bayverse. and insert-chan is like. built for mikey. his perfect match in every way. but then i thought, what if leo falls in love with her. so there's that.
E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?: so i asked sam what fic and they told me that i have to pick the fic. 🙄 so i'm picking my mikey halloween fic (again) because i already have an idea for a sequel to that one. i thought, wouldn't it be cute if mikey proposed to you in the middle of the halloween parade????? so that's on the idea list too
Y: A character you want to protect.: *gestures vaguely* yes
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luckycharms1701 · 10 hours
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Lucky! Hello 👀. Might I please have F H I and L for the ask game pretty please?
hi yorsh!!! of course you may!
F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.: from know that i'm here:
“What’s this then?” His rumble is gentle as he wipes away your tears. It’s a timbre you only hear from him when you’re alone. You turn into him, carefully avoiding his fucking stab wound as you place your hands on his plastron and bury your head into his right shoulder. You let your tears flow freely as he wraps his arms loosely around you.
It’s an age before you pull away, face and eyes red from crying. You look at him with a frown on your face and tell him quietly, “I hate seeing you like this.”
He breathes your name in a censorious tone even as he leans forward and knocks his forehead against yours. You close your eyes against the kaleidoscope of emotions in his eyes.
“You can’t ask me to not defend my brothers.”
Your hands tighten on his plastron as you whisper, “I know. I won’t. But I still hate this. Some day you’re going to come back broken beyond repair.” Fresh tears prick at the thought.
His arms tighten around you. “I won’t lie to you. I can’t promise that won’t happen. But I swear, sweetheart, I will always do everything in my power to come back to you.”
“You better.” Your mouth twitches involuntarily at the snort he lets out at your response.
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i really think i captured raph well here, and the whole having to accept that he is who he is and you can't change it even when it puts him in danger.
H: How would you describe your style?: hoo what a question. um. uh. sam says straightforward and i think i agree with that
I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?: i'm going to agree with you here and go with soulmate fics. there's something about someone who's made for you, at least in fiction.
L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?: lmao. i might read through something once before posting, but usually i write it and then post it like immediately. i tend to edit as i go, which i'm told is a bad habit but i am literally incapable of writing without doing it so 🤷‍♀️
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luckycharms1701 · 10 hours
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good morning Lucky!!
slipping on in for the ask game~
F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
hi keisha!!!!
F: so i normally try to avoid using Y/N in my fics, because for me it tends to disrupt my reading. but i did end up using it a bit in my mikey halloween fic, including for one of my favorite conversations i've written:
“Hey Y/N! What’s up?”
Leo’s words spark an instantaneous reaction. You reach out as Donnie throws the notebook at you, hitting you in the chest. It nearly falls to the floor, pages fluttering as you manage to grab the back cover. You and Donnie stare at Leo wide eyed as you clutch the notebook to your chest again and stutter, “N-nothing much! How are you?”
This completely normal and not at all suspicious behavior naturally brings Leo to a dead halt, eyes narrowing. He turns to his brother, experience telling him who the weaker link is. “What’s in the notebook, Donnie?” His voice sounds casual. Too casual.
“Oh, uh, you know, just, uh…. Y/N, tell him what’s in the notebook.” Donnie’s high pitched panic voice is back.
“Private things.” Your own voice is even more high pitched. You pray your still wide eyes and burgeoning blush are mistaken for embarrassment. You are a very bad liar. “Personal, private things that I was asking Donnie for help on! But I’m done asking him now!”
“Yeah, what they said! S-sorry Leo! I can’t tell you. Best friend pact of secrecy and all that.” Donnie holds out the last finger on his hand and you quickly wrap your pinky around it, trying your best to look serious as you feel Donnie’s hand shake a little. Leo’s eyes narrow further as he spots the shaking of his brother’s hand. Oh you are so fucked.
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i'm proud of it just because i think it's funny. i think i'm so funny.
I: i wouldn't necessarily call it a guilty pleasure because i personally don't feel guilty about it, but i know it's considered "cringe" or whatever. i'm a huge huge Huge fan of coffee shop aus. can't get enough
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luckycharms1701 · 17 hours
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FanFic Ask Game
A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?
B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?
C: What member do you identify with most?
D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?
E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?
F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
H: How would you describe your style?
I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].
K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?
L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?
M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?
N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?
O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?
P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)
Q: How do you feel about collaborations?
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?
T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?
U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?
X: A character you enjoy making suffer.
Y: A character you want to protect.
Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?
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luckycharms1701 · 17 hours
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Appeasing the beast for my transgressions I'm sorries 🫶🫶🫶
…….. i don’t think you’re sorry but he’s gorgeous so i will accept this offering
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luckycharms1701 · 18 hours
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Here's the last one of my Rise/Bayverse fusion turtles.
I have to say I have quite enjoyed the thirst I have...inspired. I've had a few people ask if it's okay to crush on them. This is 100% okay with me. All of my original turtle designs including the Brotherhood boys and the Thiccverse turtles. They are adults in these designs. You can crush on them, lust after them, ship them with an OC or a Y/N, draw pairing art. (Anyone can draw any of my turtles, OMG that would make my DAY.) Have fun. I made them for fun. You are welcome to enjoy them, too however you want to interact with them.
Here are the other three for the complete set:
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Appeasing the beast for my transgressions I'm sorries 🫶🫶🫶
…….. i don’t think you’re sorry but he’s gorgeous so i will accept this offering
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luckycharms1701 · 19 hours
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I feel lied to. This is where the bugs bunny NO meme cokes from
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Meow meow
Mikey in process 🤲
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luckycharms1701 · 19 hours
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Not a writing request but do u think bay Mikey would get a tramp stamp
hmmmm. honestly a tough question! i’ve been thinking about it, and i think it depends on what he knows about them. if he knows about the stigma and stereotypes around them, i don’t think he would. if he doesn’t, you have a 50/50 shot depending on what it is and whether he wants to be able to see it himself without a mirror or not
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*waddles into your inbox and drops this into you lap before scurrying away*
Hello
Behold my humble offering to the Mikey Well Please Suffer 🧡🫡
Angel Kisses
It was just another day.
You were at the lair, just chilling with MIkey on the couch.
He was scribbling furiously into what looked to be a well warn and obviously well loved sketch book, if the frequently thumbed pages and what seemed like a 100 faded stickers were any indicator.
His tongue was poking out in the corner of his mouth, bleping the way he did when he was working intently at something.
And intent he was.
You watched as his eyes flicked around the page, bright with that rare sense of direct focus as his hand danced over the page with his pencil. he was even humming a little, or maybe it was him just talking to himself.
He did that sometimes when he would get into these “Mikey Mojo Moments” as he called them, and you absentmindedly wondered if that was a subconscious trait he had somehow picked up from hanging around Donnie.
You could never be too sure with this one. He was a wonder through and through. A wonder that you could never quite believe that somehow landed as your best friend.
Your lips quirked up with a soft smile at that thought as you secretly peaked at Mikey from over your phone.
You liked seeing him like this. Happy. Creative. In his element.
It had certainly been a while since he had last hyper focused on an art project. But when he did….whew… it was like magic in action. He just had this…light about him that sort of made him…well…you didn’t know…
It sounded cheesy but he just kind of… glowed.
Your eyes flicked to the little bright spots that decorated Mikey’s face like small yellow freckles that peaked out from underneath his orange mask.
Just like those spots lit up his face, without even trying, Mikey could just light up a room.
There was just something about that sunny smile of his that always made your heart happy. He made you happy. Chasing those rainy skies that often would cloud into your life with that ever bright sunshine of his.
You loved it. You loved him.
Whether platonically or romantically, you really didn’t know. You really didn’t care either. All you knew was that you wanted him in your life anyway you could have him because it was brighter simply because he was now in it.
So lost in your musings, you hadn’t realized that Mikey had somehow become aware of your attention. Might be due to the fact that you were burning holes into the sides of his head with your gaze. Or maybe it was the fact that he had ADHD, and he caught ahold of more than what meets the eye.
Who knows? Turtle was a ninja. A ninja who was now grinning like a cat before the cream in front of you.
“See something that you like, Clementine?” Mikey all but purred to you with a teasing waggle of his eyebrows.
You blinked in surprise as his words broke you from your revelry, a slight heat coming to your cheeks as you realized that you most indubitably had been caught staring. Directly at him.
Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had in fact caught you, you cleared your throat and placed your phone down.
“Actually yeah…” You quirked back at him, placing an elbow on the back of the couch, so you could cradle your head with your palm with a soft smirk. “I was thinking how cute your freckles are.”
It was Mikey’s turn to blink as your comment was obviously not what he was expecting.
“My…freckles?” He echoed dumbly, placing his sketchbook down and turning to you, his head tilted in such a way that you were somewhat reminded of a curious puppy.
You chuckled softly at the mental image and nodded with a soft grin, reaching up to gently trace those little sunspots on Mikey’s face with your finger.
“Mhm. They’re super cute, and I’m jealous. I’ve always wanted freckles.”
Mikey froze the instant your finger touched his face, his baby blues widening comically to the size of dinner plates.
Mikey had always been a very affectionate turtle, that was no question. Hugs, cuddles, hand holding, playing with hair, painting fingernails, you named it, he did it.
Well…that was the problem. In this case at least. He did it. Usually he was the one to always initiate with you warming up and reciprocating only after he started.
This was the first time you had ever touched him first, and in a way that was so…so…Mikey didn’t have a word for it, but he knew in that moment he didn’t want it to stop.
He swallowed a little as he felt the tip of your finger slowly trace his “freckles” as you called them with that unfairly adorable smile. That smile paired with that soft look in your eye made his heart skip a beat, and Mikey absentmindedly found himself leaning in a little closer to your touch.
“You…wanted freckles?” He murmured curiously, feeling that a moment like this needed to be treated with a whisper for whatever reason.
You chuckled again and nodded your head, a most darling shade of pink crossing your cheeks as Mikey leaned into your hand. You changed from gently poking his forehead with your finger to tenderly cupping his cheek with your palm, lightly caressing a “freckle” on the corner of his jaw with your thumb.
“Yeah…I always thought they looked so pretty. Small smackerings on the bridges of peoples noses. Dark spots like cheetahs on others. Or even the ones that are so tiny they look little stars on peoples faces, peeping through the skin. I once heard freckles described as angel kisses, little reminders of a love that couldn’t be contained and well…as cheesy as it sounds…I really haven’t been able to see them any other way since.”
A muscle thumped in Mikey’s jaw as your thumb brushed up against the sensitive skin there and he had to resist the urge to just lean into your hand and start churring like some ridiculous reptilian cat, it’s just felt so good. He shook off the shiver that travels down his shell and blinked up at you with his signature crooked grin.
“Angel kissed huh? You’re right. That is cheesy, but lucky for you, I love pizza so cheese totally is my jam.”
You snorted at that and reached up your hand to poke Mikey’s forehead with a shake of your head.
“Cheese is your jam? What you making sandwiches or something up there, Mikey Man?”
Mikey snickered at the poke and reached up to capture your hand with his, holding it tightly as he smirked up at you. There was an interesting light in his eyes as he caught your gaze directly. It seemed friendly and innocent enough at first glance, but the way he held it had you leading to believe otherwise.
That look was dangerous because it made your heart do that weird skip hop thing like a drunken frog attempting to land a jump onto a lily pad, but before you could further that thought, Mikey interrupted with his own.
His head tilted at that doglike angle again and he leaned in with his all too eager curiosity.
“What can I say? I’m always in the mood for a good snack. But, back to the angel kisses thing. You got me curious now. If you could have freckles where would you want them most?”
You blinked a little at Mikey’s question, and sat back a little, tilting your own head in thought. Your free hand that wasn’t being held captive by Mikey’s reached up and lightly touched the bridge of your nose and the tops of your cheeks.
“Huh…that’s…actually a good question. Probably somewhere around here? Gimme that cute look that you have working so well for you or something.”
Mikey sputtered at the light flirt and shook his head with a grin. He rather adored how quick you were. It meant you were comfortable with him and that alone meant the world to him.
He looked up at you as you traced your own face, that same gleam shining in his eye. Mikey leaned in a little closer and said with a raise of his eyebrow, “You know…I could probably help with that…”
Your brows furrowed as you looked at Mikey incredulously before your eyes widened and you excitedly grabbed his hand and leaned closer.
“You…can help me get freckles? Wait…is that something you can do with your ninpo?!”
Mikey was not expecting you to lean in as close as you did, but he wasn’t complaining. Not at all.
He’d never get sick of getting to see the little masterpieces that were your eyes up close like this. Mikey could get lost in those eyes if you let him.
Shaking his head to clear that train of thought, Mikey just smirked up at you.
“Hmm something like that…I was thinking more along the lines of…angel kisses and what not.”
It was your turn to parrot back dumbly as your eyebrow raised in confusion, your heart picking up pace from a drunken frog to buzzed hummingbird.
“A-angel kisses?” You stammered especially as Mikey leaned in even closer, his nose almost brushing yours.
His hand reached up to cup your cheek in mirror of your movements just moments earlier. That bright rare sense of direct focus now centered solely on you as he leaned in even more, his warm breath barely ghosting over your face as he whispered in a low murmur.
“Yes…angel kisses…because I do put the angel in Michealangelo after all…”
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luckycharms1701 · 1 day
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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying
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luckycharms1701 · 2 days
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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying
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