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redstringraven · 1 year

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thought i'd participate in tmntvday since i've done some art of these two but haven't properly introduced them yet or whatever. OTP questions/prompts for week 1 under the cut!

[ID: a digital drawing of raph and a taller, purple-haired girl (gwyn, an oc). they're sitting on the ground in 'opposite' directions, raph reclined so his back and head are resting in her lap and he's looking up at her, smiling. she's smiling back down at him, and they both appear relaxed and at ease with each other. /END ID]

1) in which TMNT universe does your pairing exist?

the 2003 iteration because that's the only sandbox i play in.

2) introduce us to your OTP.

the idiot turtle is raphael and the lady-himbo is gwyneth. raph is from 3rd earth, and gwyn is from liáfsini, which is a world of my own making/kind of a world-between-worlds or nexus situation.

3) how did they meet?

in the most blunt, nutshell and to-the-point way possible: gwyn and her twin-sister-trapped-in-a-weapon are on the run from this druid (darach) from liáfsini, and she happened to cross onto earth. one of darach's hench-critters mistook casey for gwyn, the boys got wrapped up in a fight, gwyn intervened because she was like hey i probably shouldn't let these guys get wasted, they beat the hench-critter and got a chance to talk after.

they didn't really get along at first on account of raph being protective of his family and suspicious, so he was asking questions, and gwyn being paranoid about their intentions and not liking that she was being asked so many questions. terrible job everyone. ...again, this is an extremely condensed version of events.

4) how is the relationship now?

again, i feel like i have to give a very condensed version because there are a lot of moving parts, here. but essentially they're doing great. gwyn and raph develop a high level of trust and respect for each other, which then leads into a slow-burn/careful cultivation of more romantic-leaning feelings. they don't have much of a 'pining period', it's much more small 'pebbles' being thrown at each other's windows.

eventually one night at the farmhouse they catch themselves staring at the other a bit too long and both them realize kind of at the same time "...--oh fuck", awkwardly go their separate ways for the evening, but in the morning when neither of them act differently around each other they silently agree "...okay, let's try this" and step into a relationship. how long it takes everyone around them to notice the shift is anyone's guess because neither of them are much for PDA.

5) what is each other's love language?

raph's love languages for 'giving' are acts of service and quality time. gwyn's for 'giving' are physical touch and acts of service.

raph's love languages for 'receiving' are words of affirmation and physical touch. gwyn's are words of affirmation and quality time.

quality time and acts of service are the two that tend to be the most prevalent in their relationship, giving or receiving.

their own, personal, 'love language' is taking naps together. neither of them are people who trust easy or like appearing 'vulnerable’, so the act of sleeping in the same space as one another is a big gesture for both of them. and raph’s snoring doesn’t bother gwyn that much; it actually almost tethers her to the present and makes it harder for her to slip into a night terror or experience sleep paralysis.

6) do they get married or have any kids?

no and no. i don't think the concept of marriage is important to either of them, even if they could probably do it in liáfsini. i can see them doing something to symbolize that they're together--like, the concept of rings but something different and tied to liáfsian culture--but actually going through with legal/official marriage or a ceremony? nah.

as for having kids, they can't biologically have kids of their own, and i don't see them actively looking to adopt, either. best chance of them having a kid is "what's with this sassy, lost child?" and accidentally wind up found-family adopting some snarky orphan on a mission or something idk.

7) what is your favorite thing about this pairing? (gush as much as you want!)

*just kind of stands here with my microphone* ... disaster bis on the ace spectrum. goongala. *the crowd goes wild*

#tmnt 2003 #tmnt raphael #tmnt oc #tmntvday #tmnt 2k3 #;tmnt #;tmnt oc: gwyneth #;raphael #;raphneth #[ they're stupid and i hate them ]

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redstringraven · 5 months

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some lil OC tidbits using a server template! i wanna start sharing and talking about them a bit more outside of my artwork just... both as a form of documentation and also because it makes me happy. c:

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Cassia Dubois five random facts:

mains boo in most, if not all, mario games. if boo's not an option, she mains peach or yoshi.

a nervous laugher; will start giggling when nervous or unsure how to handle a situation. this has mixed results.

gives nicknames to basically everyone. if you're a friend in any form or fashion, you will get a few nicknames unique to you. (i.e., mikey's nicknames are 'tangerine', 'champ', and 'jell-o').

will sometimes text exclusively in emojis. leo can never decipher it, and sometimes it drives raph up a wall (she does this on purpose).

professional french fry thief.

favorite food: snickerdoodles or pretzels dipped in cool whip least favorite food: anything with the texture of cottage cheese cause of stress: having an inconsistent friend group at school; after the triceraton invasion, she worries about her dad a lot while he travels for work (he's a train conductor) a quote I associate with them: "cooler than a strawberry shake~!"

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Nyxram five random facts

would not participate in the battle nexus despite that she'd most certainly win; she doesn't enjoy "combat for sport".

can fluently speak a handful of languages throughout the galaxy and can understand/read several more.

favorite third-earth instrument is the harp.

lowkey fascinated by third-earth's older technology (gramophones, steam-engine trains, etc) but unimpressed by the modern technology.

currently training traximus; she worries that, as the rebellion's leader, he'll quickly get targets on his back from other triceratons who disagree with the shift in power or from outside parties looking to further stir the current power vacuum.

favorite food: whatever the triceraton equivalent of a warm bagel with cream cheese is least favorite food: pizza (sorry, mikey); anything fried, swimming in grease, or generally unhealthy cause of stress: her past, her future, her parents a quote i associate with them: "no one will know the violence it took to become this gentle"

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Gwyneth five random facts

can mimic bilelon* bugles well enough that they'll sometimes call back to her.

on third-earth she leans into she/her pronouns for simplicity's sake but is genderqueer given liáfsini's approach of the subject, as well as the galaxy's lack of a binary.

is the 'younger twin' and, therefore, considered the parasitic spirit. she was consistently shunned by other liáfsians and forbidden to participate in ceremonies or druidic practices.

arguably a better climber than the boys due to a childhood spent in the woods and exploring old liáfsian ruins. could parkour the city in her sleep.

enjoys sketching and gardening but rarely gets to indulge in either due to consistently being on guard/on the run. her art-style is more realism leaning, and the lines weave into each other as though she never lifts the pencil from paper.

favorite food: liáfsian equivalent of barmbrack least favorite food: isn't picky; food is food as long as it won't kill her cause of stress: darach; a loss of her own identity due to survival; her unshaken determination to get ash back in a body a quote i associate with them: "the woods are lovely, dark and deep. but i have promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep, and miles to go before i sleep."

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Aislinn five random facts

will rarely reveal she's sentient before she or gwyn deem someone trustworthy; often plays 'inanimate' and is always listening and watching; it's made her a bit of a gossip.

loves watching soap operas with master splinter and discussing the episodes with him afterward.

is the 'older twin' and, therefore, considered the original spirit. despite still being viewed as an ill-omen, she was not shunned as severely as gwyn. though sometimes invited to ceremonies or allowed access to other community practices, ash refused to participate if gwyn couldn't.

on third-earth, she leans more into she/her pronouns for simplicity's sake along with gwyn but does also seem to prefer femme-leaning gender identities galaxy-wide; more of a demi-girl.

both ash and gwyn can perform a liáfsian take on kulning, which they used not only to call to the bilelon and sithóran**, but also to locate each other while exploring the woods as kids; ash's is much more in line with traditional kulning, which is to say it's higher in pitch and is more melodic. gwyn's is lower in pitch and a bit more melancholic/haunting. in the extremely rare situation gwyn and ash get separated in present time, ash will kuln as a way to signal to gwyn without fully giving away her sentience or presence in the weapon.

favorite food: liáfsian equivalent of barmbrack least favorite food: doesn't remember cause of stress: darach; being physically dead; consistently worried about gwyn's mental and physical well-being a quote i associate with them: "i was with you before we were even born."

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*bilelon are a sacred fae-fauna in liáfsini; they vaguely resemble elk **sithóran are fauna in liáfsini; they vaguely resemble maned wolves

#tmnt oc #tmnt 2003 oc #;tmnt oc: cassia dubois #;tmnt oc: nyxram #;tmnt oc: gwyneth #;tmnt oc: aislinn #[ i just love my silly band of ocs okay... ]#[ auhgh ]

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redstringraven · 1 year

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@plantdonutwrites and i clowning on our rp, and i decided to draw it because i could.

#tmnt 2003 #tmnt oc #tmnt mikey #tmnt raphael #;tmnt #;tmnt oc: gwyneth #;michelangelo #;raphael #[ someone help her ]#;hannah draws

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redstringraven · 1 year

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what did she tell you about speaking to her directly.

#tmnt oc #tmnt 2003 oc #character drawing #original character #my original characters #;tmnt oc: gwyneth #[ pov you're a purple dragon and you thought it'd be a cool idea to run your mouth ]

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redstringraven · 1 year

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two halves of a whole idiot.

these’ve been in my wip folder since august lmao

#tmnt 2003 #tmnt oc #tmnt raphael #;tmnt #;raphael #;tmnt oc: gwyneth #;raphneth #[ i hate them ]#;hannah draws

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redstringraven · 1 year

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#tmntvday - music & firsts

~*~

“Could I kiss you?”

Raph stiffened.

Moonlight bathed the lake’s surface in a thin silver sheet. A pair of loons drifted along the opposite side of the water, their presence so gentle that they left no more than one or two ripples in their wake. Light from the farmhouse bloomed through the far trees like the glow of a fire. Here and there, lazy fireflies would wander out of the glow; tiny, living sparks from a flame. Summer wind whispered through the trees, its voice audible during pauses from croaking frogs and crickets.

A shivering sensation crept through Raph's forearms and into his shoulders. He couldn't tell if the wind had carried it in, or if Gwyn's question had drawn it out of him. He turned his head and caught her eyes: bright, teal crescents glowing against an oddly soothing black.

Gwyn smiled, her palmed cheek causing one eye to squint.

Raph realized she was waiting for an answer, and he inhaled. "...huh?"

Her smile widened.

“Could I kiss you?” She repeated, a ghost of a laugh coloring her tone.

Raph’s eyes darted around, searched the lakeside, the treeline, the bushes and dock for any peeping eyes. He found none. “I… uh…”

“It’s okay if you say no.” Her voice came quieter, like a firm, grounded hand on the shoulder. Assuring.

They’d been doing 'this' a few months, now. This… careful, cautious cultivation of trust and love.

It’d started, here, at this very lake. Restless despite the day's activities and eager for fresh air, they'd slipped out of the farmhouse while the others watched a movie. A walk down the forest path later, they'd arrived at the water's edge. They'd talked. About their siblings, the challenges ahead... somehow, they stumbled onto the topic of Liáfsini. Gwyn's life there before everything went to hell.

A wall had come down, and something had shown through; something that’d been there for a long time, leaking through the cracks whenever they allowed themselves breaths of vulnerability. Conversation went quiet, and they’d caught each other’s eyes. A tight jolt in the throat--a sudden breathlessness--and the shared realization that they’d been staring for just a little too long. Just a little too openly. Just a little too tender.

Quick sputtering, tongue-tied with excuses, they’d retreated to the farmhouse and gone their separate ways, unable to fall asleep once in the safety of their beds. But the following morning they talked as though nothing had happened. While traces of awkward moments came and went, there'd never been a cloud of discomfort. They hadn’t needed to say it to each other. It’d been a quiet, unspoken agreement to give ‘this’ a try.

Again, Raph searched the shadows of the woods. Another slow breeze trickled through the leaves, but, aside from their swaying shapes, the forest remained still. A loon’s call rose on the other side of the lake. Energy balled in his stomach, and his heart shivered behind his ribs. The lake's chill prickled his skin despite how warm he suddenly felt. He could almost taste the wet earth on the air.

Raph realized he was smiling, and he exhaled a faint laugh. “...yeah.”

He pulled his arms off his knees and pressed his hands into the dirt and grass, rotating himself to face her. Gwyn scooted closer to face him in full. Their knees bumped, and his breath caught.

A rush of panic hit him like a cold bucket of water. He tried to remember every single movie he’d ever watched where the leads wound up kissing but couldn’t pull a single damn scene out of his brain. --which. Was probably good. It was acting, after all--fake and played up. ...His mouth felt dry. His stomach fluttered and knotted.

“--do,” he blurted, and he flinched at the volume in his own voice, “--do I need t’do anything?”

Gwyn’s smile softened. “Not if you don’t want to.”

...He’d kind of been hoping for some hint at direction.

Raph's eyes darted to her lips and back up again. “Okay.”

“Do you remember the deò?” Gwyn asked.

A Liáfsian gesture; when two people touched foreheads and shared the same breath. That, on its own, was a humble sign of gratitude or regard. But Ash had alluded to there being a more intimate version of it. Like the difference in a greeting kiss on the cheek verses a kiss on the lips. Raph nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” Gwyn said. She lifted a hand toward his face, but she paused. Her smile faltered. “You’re so tense.”

Raph twitched, realizing the muscles in his neck and shoulders had tightened. He willed them to relax again, exhaled through his nose, and shook himself out. “--I’m fine.”

“We don’t have to--”

“--’m fine.”

Gwyn tilted her head, her brows raised in question.

Raph rolled his lips together. He forced himself to hold her gaze even as his face and neck began to feel impossibly hot. She began to withdraw her hand, and he huffed.

“I just,” he stuttered. “I don’t. I dunno what I’m doin’." Then quieter. "…--I don’t wanna fuck it up.”

“You don't have to do anything,” Gwyn said gently.

Raph chewed his inner cheek. “Yeah. But…”

“Hey.” Gwyn smirked, tapping the underside of his chin with the side of her finger. “You’re not gonna believe this? But you’re overthinking it.”

Raph snorted, chuckling despite himself. “Nah, I’d never.”

“Mn, but you are.”

“I don’t think, Gwyn, that's Don's wheelhouse. I just do.”

Gwyn’s smile widened. “Exactly.”

“...heh.” Raph ducked his head and shook it. “...fer pete’s sake.”

Another serene wail of a loon drifted across the lake. Like a hand on the shoulder, it soothed and cooled the burning nerves under his skin. His heartbeat hadn’t slowed, but he looked up anyway. “I’m fine.”

He must have sounded or looked a little more convincing, because Gwyn’s smile warmed. She nodded, and, again, she reached toward his face.

Gwyn's thumb ghosted over his lips, and she molded her hand to curve of his jaw. Her thumb caressed his cheek as her hand slid around to cradle the back of his head. She waited, and, when he didn’t pull away, a tender pressure on his neck guided him forward. Raph let his eyes close as their foreheads touched, and he let go of the breath he’d been holding. Gwyn’s exhale brushed against his chin, but he remained still.

For a moment, his nerves settled. Then Gwyn’s forehead shifted against his, and his stomach jumped. A wave of jitters flew up his spine and spread through his shoulders. Again, she paused, and again, he remained still.

The touch of her lips against his was warm. It sent a new surge of energy through his chest, overwhelming and vibrant. He’d felt similar rushes--a weightlessness in his stomach during bullheaded stunts, the swell when he gunned the shell-cycle and tore through the streets--but nothing quite like this. It was unnerving how something so small and soft drew the same intensity to the surface. The risk, while not cold cement three stories down nor an oblivious vehicle on the road, was still present.

And, just like all the risks before? He couldn’t have cared less.

Gwyn pulled away. He opened his eyes to see her studying his face. She was smiling.

“You okay?” She murmured.

Raph blinked. He smiled and ducked his head with a breathy chuckle. His hands flexed open and shut as the nerves in his fingertips buzzed. “Yeah.”

His chest felt overtaken by his own heartbeat. The warmth that’d been pooled in his face and neck had spread to every inch of him. He couldn’t stop smiling. He didn’t want to, either.

“...I, uh…” He’d never been at a loss for words in a good way. “...I…”

Raph looked up. He rolled his lips together and searched her face. Despite the blackened ‘whites’ of her eyes, they were shining. Glossed over and soft. Her smile, which had started small and cautious, now blossomed, its warmth emphasized by the glow of her hair and bioluminescence trailing through her skin. Raph knew, in that moment, that this wasn’t one of her masks. The adoration in her stare was genuine. The curve in her smile, sincere. And all at once, the rush hit him again--somehow crisper, more focused than before.

Raph’s eyes dropped to her lips. He met her gaze, and her expression melted. She nodded her head.

He hesitated. Then, he lifted a hand.

Just as Gwyn had before, Raph touched his thumb to her lips. It caught as he brushed it to the corner of her mouth, wrinkling the soft skin, and his chest flinched. Raph huffed--worried that his hand might start twitching or shaking as it slid to cradle her jaw. But Gwyn’s smile never faltered. It didn’t curl into something more mischievous or teasing. It grew fonder, and she nodded as his hand found nape of her neck.

Again, he caught himself hesitating. Gwyn hummed under her breath. “...forehead to forehead.”

She leaned just enough to cue him, and he guided her head to his. Their foreheads bumped. He closed his eyes, letting out the shaken breath he’d been holding. Gwyn’s exhale brushed against his chin, just as before.

He let everything else sink away. The lake, the soft loon-song, the hum of the crickets, even an awareness of passing time. Focused only on the slow rhythm of his breath and hers. The warmth of her head against his. The tension in his shoulders sank away.

Carefully, he tilted his head. He twitched as his beak bumped her nose. She laughed, but not cruelly; a warm and airy sound that soothed the momentary flash of panic into excitement. Her laugh trailed off as his lips found hers, replaced with a sigh. A ripple of light-headedness swept over him; the energy and heat and excitement coursing through him become overwhelming. Euphoric.

Their lips parted. Raph inhaled, his fingers curling in her hair against the slope of her neck. He opened his eyes to find hers still closed, and a wide, lovely smile spread over her lips.

She chuckled and raised her brows without opening her eyes.

“See?” She breathed. “Don’t think.”

Raph laughed despite himself. He closed his eyes again and let himself drift forward until their foreheads touched again. One of her hands found the hand still resting in his lap, and their fingers linked. Raph gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and he nodded once.

“...just do.”

i was mostly going for week 3's prompt "firsts", but i might as well also mention/link the music i listened to obsessively while writing/drawing for this.

so, for week 2's prompt "music", here are the tracks: • labyrinth, taylor swift • sinking friendships, jónsi • a trial of crows and blood, dead melodies • navigating, auralen (feat. slyleaf & WYDNR)

this is also over on ao3 if you wanna throw me a kudos, but i'm not your mom ✌🌷

#tmntvday #tmnt 2003 #tmnt raphael #tmnt oc #tmnt 2k3 #;hannah draws #;hannah writes #;tmnt #;tmnt oc: gwyneth #;raphneth #[ keeg is trying to take a nap on my hand but i keep typing tags ]#[ i'm a monster ]

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redstringraven · 1 year

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[asmr] i call you an idiot several times while treating your stab wounds

#tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2003 oc #tmnt oc #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph #tmnt 2k3 #;tmnt #;hannah draws #;tmnt oc: gwyneth #;raphael #;raphneth #[ is the caption aimed at raph or gwyn? ... yes ]#[ tried a new thing with gwyn's bioluminescence... unsure how i feel about it but there it is ]#[ my bird is currently screaming in my ear and i can't think of anything else to say KLFGDS ]

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redstringraven · 11 months

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jenn wanted me to draw gwyn in this hat--which was definitely casey's but belongs to her now--and how could i refuse...

summer's around the corner; expect farmhouse shenanigans.

#tmnt oc #tmnt 2003 oc #tmnt 2k3 oc #digitial illustration #original character #;tmnt oc: gwyneth #;hannah draws #[ gwyn last seen standing knee-deep in the lake catching fish with her bare hands ]

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redstringraven · 25 days

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// kicks down door

15 and 16 - Gwyn

*shambles over to start re-attaching the door* THANK you >:J!!! 💜

edgy/misc OC ask meme

15) does your OC have a faceclaim? if so, who?

nah. i just have my own art if you mean drawn faceclaims. hard no if you mean an irl faceclaim. i tend to be very averse to irl faceclaims; i prefer characters who're initially drawn to stay drawn. (this is absolutely due to my general frustration toward animation being made live-action. and after being in RP spaces for a while, watching some folks say "they NEED an irl faceclaim"--like they won't be taken seriously if they use icons/imagery from the cartoon or anime or comic or whatever--i find myself bristling a bit.) everyone's, obviously, welcome to engage with the concept as they please--especially folks who don't draw--but i don't know if i'll ever be fully on board for my own stuff. and no existing drawn characters, as far as i know, line up with how i picture her. so, my own art, it is. that being said, though, i do love seeing gwyn in a variety of art-styles. i guess my "faceclaim" outside of my own work would be if an artist i loved drew her. >xD idk.

16) what is your OC's pain tolerance like?

while not as high as nyxram's, i'd still say impressively/concerningly high. nyx's is due to natural physical fortitude and training, gwyn's is due more to necessity. she often has to push through or past the pain in order to keep herself alive and moving, so she can get somewhere that will allow her that time to actually tend to the pain or injury. she won't handle it with as much tact or grace as nyxram might, but she'll do it. gwyn's mindset is often "even if i can't, i have to" and that's where she is when it comes to withstanding pain. even if she can't and it's unbearable, she has to. so, she will. doesn't matter if she's gritting her teeth, screaming, and clawing her way through it. she will.

#;letters #tmnt oc #;meme: edgy/misc oc asks #;tmnt oc: gwyneth #[ thank you once more! c: ]#[ gwyn ''i scaled twenty feet of sewer wall while bleeding out of my abdomen because i had to'' eth ]#[ ash would have a heart-attack if she still had a heart ]

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