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dangerous-drabbles · 11 months

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update

i've been putting off writing this, but i can't exactly not, so... i'll try and make this brief.

in short: i've had an epiphany.

(tl;dr at bottom)

i've been writing/brainstorming this fic since november/december last year, and since then, my ideas and understandings of the show and it's characters have evolved. and with them, my plans and understandings for iwf.

i want to be clear: this is not me saying i'm done with iwf, or going on some long hiatus. in fact, it's more the opposite.

having graduated, with summer in full swing, and feeling more sure than ever about where i want to take this fic (as well as remaining fully invested in this fandom), i plan to do more writing than ever before B)

that said: something needs to change.

this fic has been, and continues to be, my baby (besides my ever-growing, yet rarely spoken of, tmnt iteration) for most of the time i've been active in this fandom.

i've long struggled with motivation for big writing projects, but i am resolved to keep with this one because i have a story worth telling. will it be worth reading? who's to say!! (i hope so /gen)

but, as you might've noticed, my more recent updates (especially around the end of arc I) were... bad. maybe not bad-bad, but still bad from a 'technical writing/story' perspective. i struggled a lot with them, and i think that really shows.

i've was trying to figure out why its come to be this way while pushing forward by forcing myself to write, but that didn't work. it wasn't until this week, tuesday, when realization struck me (while watching a video essay, lol).

it made me realize a big part of what was making me unhappy was something i already knew, an issue underlying the fic (and my writing style) as a whole.

with this in mind, i can't keep going forward in the way i had planned.

i'm not gonna go back and change arc I. while the problem is there, especially in the later chapters, i'm early enough on that i can turn things around and (hopefully) root out the problem(s) without any major changes to what i've written/set up so far.

but to do this, i need time.

i know i know i just took a 2-3 week long break, but to pull this off, i need time to prepare and rewrite. i'm halfway through revisions for the arc II outline, and i'll need to heavily revise/rewrite several chapters, plus write some new stuff (since i'm axing the next couple i had planned/written out... rip.)

if all goes well, it shouldn't take longer than two weeks. best case scenario, i get it done in one. we'll see.

until then, i humbly ask for your patience.

as a note:

i could go deep into my inspirations for this fic, where i wanted to go originally, what's changed since then, and especially what brought me to my realization (plus the specifics of said realization) but i said i would try to make this brief, and here we are, [insert amount of words] later.

are you really surprised, though? (/lh)

[if you would like to see me talk more about that (i would absolutely always be down, i love talking about myself /j /lh), feel free to shoot me an ask. in fact, i would beg on my hands and knees, if i were not a silly guy who lives on your computer (/j)]

(tl;dr -- i am not done writing iwf. however, i had a realization that led to me reevaluating my writing and determining that i need to rewrite/revise my arc II outline, and edit/revise/completely rewrite the next several chapters.

this means i am planning to take another week or so off (i am sosososo sorry) to iron everything out and get ahead.

this whole post was me trying to explain the reasoning behind this decision, with an underlying sense of desperate patheticism to match (/j /lh).)

to conclude, i want to say thank you so much for your support, silent or otherwise, from all who have read and (hopefully) enjoyed this fic thus far. i genuinely couldn't do it without you (yes, sun, this includes you /lh.)

especially to my frequent commenters, who i promise i do see and appreciate. you guys are the real mvps <3

i have some really big plans for iwf, and i hope you'll stick around to see them come to fruition (:<

#rottmnt iwf #iwf #it was futile #updates #writing updates #rottmnt it was futile #“i'll try to make this brief”#literally a line later: page break #thats how you know it's not actually “brief” lmao #it's fine; you can find the tl;dr at the bottom #(that i added after i realized nobody wanted to wade through lines and lines of text waxing poetic about my thoughts or whatever /lh)#but i mean if you've stuck with me for this long... you might be used to that (sorry about that haha)#all i'm gonna say else is this: i struggle with perfectionism i will admit #but i know i KNOW i can do better #plus if i just leave some of these problems to fester #they might become really big and apparent in the future #so i'd rather avoid that if possible #remind me to link this later so people know what's up haha /nsrs

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dangerous-advantage · 11 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

number one: HI HELLO I LOVE YOU FOR THIS /platonic

number two: i.... have not written five fics that would be applicable for this (oops)

that said:

[it was futile]

"This isn't real. It... it was just a nightmare. A lucid dream of a doomed timeline, crafted of guilt and subconcious. To wake up, perhaps he needed to give in, let the creeping fog wash over him... After all, there was no point in fighting the inevitable." Several months after the invasion in New York, Leo wakes up surrounded by a nightmare he thought he had escaped -- and he's not alone. Delirious, scared, and confused, the only thing he wants is to find his way home. But things are never that simple. aka: a (reverse?) future crossover fic that features angst, hurt/comfort, my fucked up reimagining of the apocalypse timeline, and a lot of details that might become plot-relevant later (ahahaha... dw abt it)

this fic is very much a slow-burn. i have a lot planned, so i spend a lot of time weaving in details/foreshadowing that won't pay off for a while. as it stands, we're around 50,000 words in and i'm just about to get into the main plot. so.... yeah haha (really want to get the next chapter out this sunday/monday, but we shall see haha.)

(i am so bad at hyping up my own writing, so i hope my commenters do not mind me using some of their reviews):

frequent commenters my beloved <3

(this is not the entirety of this review btw -- if you want to read the entire comment, you can do so here. mild spoilers (nothing that would matter), but it goes very in-depth about what you can expect from my style haha.

credit to @shadowbends, you are so cool, and every time i need motivation, i just reread this comment.)

#i do have a side project in the works but my main focus has just been this one fic lmao #i'm not a slow writer per se but i am a very thorough one #so i can only focus on one big concept at a time #but i also need a break sometimes so i have smaller side stuff I'll work on #usually that's just silly prompts n' stuff #but usagi yojimbo has taken me by the throat so i *have* to write something relating to it #even if it is leoichi haha #rottmnt #asks #fic recs #self rec #iwf #it was futile #also i do need to say: i kind of dislike a lot of arc one?? but it does it's job #idk ive looked at it/reread it _a lot_ to make sure i'm remembering all my details/not forgetting anything important #bc there is... a lot in here haha #long post #tw long post #confessionals #i love love love talking about the meta aspect of my writing #if i were not trying ro be all secretive and pretentious i would just tell everybody everything down to the smallest detail #but alas i have the whole “mystery/enigma” aspect going on here #shout out to my commenters i love you (mwah <3)#undescribed

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justletmereadmycomics · 3 months

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Part One

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “If you won’t come, I’ll go myself.” Leonardo quickly drew his swords, swinging them in a downward motion and summoning what was left of his Ninpō. The Kraang hadn’t won; he wouldn’t let them. And he would get Raph back if it meant the death of him. After a few seemingly futile flings of his katanas, a blue portal was summoned through what should’ve been easy work. He didn’t give much attention to the family still surrounding him, not even when Donnie stepped forward. “Leo, wait. This isn’t going to work and you know it-” “But it did.” Leo turned to face his so-called intelligent brother. “It worked, and I’m going to save Raph. I don’t care if you stay behind; I’m going in.” “It doesn’t matter that you got your Ninpō working! That portal is unstable!” It was true, and he could tell; sparks of blue could be seen around the cyan disk, accompanied by an odd filter that seemed to warp reality itself. “Shouldn’t we talk about this before we run off all half-cocked willy-nilly pel-mel?!” “Look, I keep being told I’m doing this hero thing wrong. But I got the key, didn’t I?! I get results. So now we’re doing it my way.” He didn’t wait for a response, stepping into the blue glow without another word. A foreboding thrum was left in his place, and neither the sparks nor the mystic blue glow were stopping anytime soon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ... s-so... rottmnt au fic that-might-merge-into-slash-alternate-as-a-comic anyone? I don't have a title yet... uh... "Avid AU"? I'll give it a cooler name later.

credit to @budzthepotato for being my editor and main push for posting this- expect more turgles later

Start (You are here :D) - N/A - next

#justletmewrite #Avid AU #save rottmnt #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt movie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt au #leo rottmnt #rise leo #Leo rottmnt #Leonardo rottmnt #rottmnt Leonardo #can you tell I quoted the movie

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folkwitchofthewest · 9 months

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Hostage

Author’s note: Hello peeps! This is my first post here on Tumblr. I am very excited, and I hope you enjoy the story. This story was based on a writing prompt I found and immediately fell in love with it. Angst and fluff are 2 of my specialties. Also the reader in this story is a yokai, you decide what kind. Anywho, happy reading!

Description: ROTTMNT Donnie x F! Reader!

During the battle for NYC, reader is captured by the Kraang, and is held hostage. Used as a bargaining chip to force the turtles, mainly the reader’s genius boyfriend, into surrender. After the battle they wake up in a strange place with a familiar voice.

Reader’s guide: Y/N (your name), e/c (eye color), (y/s) your species.

Warnings: Blood, injuries, fluff at the end.

Word count: 2,838

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This was bad. This was very, very bad, you thought as the leader of the Kraang slammed you into the floor for the second time during your fight.

A cry escaped past your lips, no matter how hard you tried not to make any noise, you didn’t want to give that thing the satisfaction of knowing how much pain it was causing you. A choked gasp was drug into your lungs as it pressed its seemingly unbreakable and ridiculously powerful robotic hand into your chest, restricting your breathing, like a snake constricting around its prey.

You were the Kraang’s prey, you realized with a shudder. And true to form, as prey would, you squirmed, and struggled as if your life depended on it. Because it did.

“Stop struggling, weakling,” Kraang shouted, as lifted you off the ground just enough to slam you back down again.

Another pained gasp slipped past your defenses, as you scrunched your face in pain, and bit your already abused bottom lip hard to keep from groaning. A ragged cough tore out of your burning lungs, feeling as if someone was raking rusted barbed wire through your chest. Thank goodness you were a yokai, or you doubted you would have survived this whole ordeal thus far.

“Your resistance is futile,” he growled, menacingly lowing his pink face closer to yours,” And yet, I might still find some use for you.”

You shudder as his hot breath brushed against your face. You wanted to gag, scream, cry, push the monster away, but alas you couldn’t make your body obey the simple command to move. Sharp claws wrapped around your limp body and picked you up as if you weighed no more than a feather.

“Come, let’s see just how much these menacing little pests care about you,” your pink captor sneered.

No, he had seen the bond you shared with the turtles, with Donnie. When had he seen it? The invasion had only begun a few hours prior. He planned to use you as a hostage. Oh Pizza Supreme in the Sky, no. You were going to be a bargaining chip in this deadly game of poker. Please no. Donnie would surrender without hesitation if it meant saving you. Your beloved purple turtle has always been your knight in shining technology, your rock, your shield, your everything. The Kraang could not do this. You wouldn’t let it!

An adrenaline rush shot through you, a grim determination settled over you, and you began to thrash, and kick, but to no avail.

“Stop squirming!” Kraang snarled, holding you up by the throat. Out of nowhere the metal fist of the suit punched repeatedly in the stomach. Blood spurted out of your mouth suddenly, coughing and spluttering. The fit left you gasping for breath as warm slick blood ran down your chin and neck. The coppery taste left in your mouth made you want to puke.

‘Coughing up blood after severe trauma is most likely a sign of internal bleeding,’ you remembered Leo telling you once.

Oh great, you would probably bleed to death before this was all said and done, and no one would be any wiser. You suddenly felt extremely light headed, and weak.

“Y/N!” the voice of your beloved boyfriend screamed somewhere to your right.

In a dizzying blur of far to quick motion you were suddenly face to face with Donnie, who looked as if he had just laid eyes upon the most horrifying sight ever. Claws dug into your left wrist and jaw, as your head was lifted slightly, your body going rigid, tears finally cascading down your cut and bruised cheeks. Tears of fear, for your life and your boyfriend’s, and pain as your arm was twisted cruelly behind your back.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, locking eyes with Donnie.

“Don’t apologize, dearest,” Donnie shook his head, ever so slightly.

His white knuckled grip on his tech staff looked as if he could shatter the device with his bare hands at any moment. His body was ramrod straight, and if you looked closely you were sure you could see a small tremble claim him.

“Let her go, and I might let you live,” Donnie snarled words dripping with venom, as he elegantly twirled his staff to point threateningly at the Kraang.

A nauseatingly amused laugh came from the slimy monster behind you.

“You are in no position to make threats, you wretched little thing. You see, if you do not surrender, I will kill this one,” the Kraang smirked, scraping his claws from your jaw to around your throat.

Donnie twitched. He was enraged, and terrified, feeling so many emotions he did not understand nor wish to feel. How DARE this monster threaten you?! The poor turtle stood frozen for what seemed like an eternity in his head.

“Oh, did I touch a nerve, threatening your mate? Lower your weapon and surrender. Or she dies,” Kraang smirked, a strangled sob escaped your lips as it’s cold, hard, claws pressed around your delicate throat a bit harder,” On your knees. Now.”

An ultimatum was laid in front of the genius, and for once in his life, Donnie did not know what to do. If he surrendered, he lost the world; if he did not, he lost his world. His thoughts were racing a mile a minute. You were not his mate, not yet anyways, you were both still teenagers after all. But in the few short years he had known you he had fallen hard, and knew you were the only one for him the moment he laid eyes on you. He could not lose you.

“NOW!” Kraang roared, wrenching your arm behind your back so violently a sickening pop filled the air, and you felt a blinding searing pain rip through your shoulder.

You screamed, loud, long, blood curdling. The hand around your throat the only thing keeping you upright as you suddenly feel your strength leave you. The marrow in Donnie’s bones seemed to freeze. The sound shattered his heart, and he knew what he had to do.

His staff clattered to the ground as he raised his hands slightly in surrender, dropping to his knees.

"Wait, don't hurt her. Please," His voice held tense resignation that you had never heard.

“D-Donnie, n-no. D-Don’t give h-him w-what he w-wants,” you begged, through the tears and blood streaming from between your tightly clamped teeth.

“Beloved, save your strength. Everything will be alright. I promise,” Donnie tried to reassure you, his voice shaking, barely above a whisper.

The sight of Donnie on his knees, head bowed, looking at you as if his soul had been crushed with those heart wrenchingly beautiful eyes, hands in the air to signal he would not put up a fight. The sight forced open a pit in your stomach that threatened to swallow you whole. The pain you felt now, looking at him, was so much worse than the physical pain plaguing your body.

Kraang's laugh echoed in your ears, taunting you and your dear boyfriend. Your eyes squeezed shut, you could no longer keep them open. Your alertness was fading, and icicles began floating in your veins. You were cold, and disoriented. Where was Donnie? You knew he was close, you could hear his voice, muffled as it may be. He always kept you warm and safe.

Suddenly you were flying, weightless and free. And then the world came crashing down, ever so painfully around you. It felt like there was fire everywhere, licking your skin, deep in your bones. Fire so hot, it felt like freezing cold water had been dumped all over your body. And then something soft, and strong lifted you from the fire. You cracked your eyes open, and purple filled your vision. Donnie? Was he…was he cradling you in his arms? You could barely hear his voice over the blood pounding in your ears, crushing your skull. He was saying something, but you could not make out what. All you knew was exhaustion, and pain. Darkness, blessed, sweet darkness beckoned to you. Donnie was here, Donnie was holding you; if he was then you were safe, and everything would be ok just like he promised. You let the darkness have you, while Donnie’s pleas for you to stay with him went unheard.

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Something soft and warm was wrapped around you, and something squishy under you. These were the first things you were aware of as your muddled brain emerged from the void. Annoying beeping pierced through your consciousness next. What was that, and wasn’t someone going to turn it off? It sounded like the microwave announcing whatever delicious food it had been warming was ready to be eaten. The thought of food made you nauseous, or was that the oddly salty smell that filled your nose and mouth? You felt floaty, like you were drifting lazily on a cloud through thick and heavy fog.

“Y/N…….ome…ack. Lease…..cme…ba,” a smooth rich voice drifted into your awareness.

It was soft, and comforting. Whoever it belonged to seemed slightly distressed. Who did that voice belong to? You knew them, and you trusted them with your life. That much you remembered. Something soft brushed across your cheek, the touch light as a feather.

“Open your eyes darling,” the voice called again, still muffled, feeling like cool aloe on a searing burn.

Maybe you should do as the voice asked. It sounded important. And you trusted this person, what was their name again? It was right on the tip of your tongue.

“Y/N, please come back to me,” the voice was clear this time, desperate, longing.

A sharp inhale and your eyes snapped open, bright light came flooding in, blinding you. A small quake ran through your body, which felt oddly weak and heavy. A sensation ran through your body, one you had never felt before. It wasn’t pain, simply an uncomfortable burn in your muscles, especially your chest and left shoulder.

“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me, dearest?” A purple mask and wide, concerned, bloodshot eyes filled your field of vision, shielding you from the harsh lights above.

“Donnie?” your voice barely above a whisper, but full of deep affection.

“Oh beloved! Are you alright? Are you in any pain? Can you breathe properly?” he peppered your tired mind with concerned questions, his hands hovering over you as if he wanted nothing more than to touch you, but afraid you would break like glass under his calloused fingers.

“I’m ok, sore but perfectly fine. I promise,” you reassured him, your hand reaching out to grasp his.

Your throat felt like sand, dry and scratchy. Your e/c eyes drifted over to a cup sitting on a small table behind your dear boyfriend. Donnie followed your line of sight, and quickly scooped up the object of your desires. He gently held the straw to your lips and instructed you to sip, not gulp.

You did as you were told and a sweet reward met your parched throat. Your eyes drifted around the room’s bland walls and obnoxiously beeping machines, while Donnie’s never left your battered face. He looked pale, the bags under his eyes prominent despite the mask, eyes puffy, and red. Had he been crying? Once you had your fill and your voice felt suitable for civil conversation, you looked to Donnie once again.

“What happened? Where are we?” You inquired, softly.

Donnie explained that after the battle the family escaped to a yokai hospital in the Hidden City. After all, they couldn’t very well waltz into a human hospital with 2 frantic humans, an exhausted rat, 4 mutant turtles in varying states of injury, and a critically injured y/s yokai asking for help. Besides every medical center topside was surely flooded with casualties nor would they know how to treat the injured beings. Yes, the Hidden City was certainly their best bet to get the treatment they all so desperately needed.

He also gave you a run down on his brothers and his own injuries before moving to yours. An abundant collection of ghastly looking bruises and nasty gashes littered your body. Plus an unholy number of sprains, tears, and pulled muscles. As you suspected, you did in fact have extensive internal bleeding, a punctured lung from multiple broken ribs, a badly dislocated left shoulder, a severe concussion, and several broken bones.

“I thought I was going to lose you. For 12 deplorable hours I thought I would have to navigate my way through this dreadfully dark life without you, my light. You are the air I breathe, and while we were waiting for news it felt like I was suffocating, terrified of losing my air. My precious diamond, do not ever scare me like that again,” Donnie blurted out, rare emotion filling his voice as even rarer tears flowed from his expressive eyes.

He quickly buried his head in your shoulder. Whether it was to hide his tears, the blush that was rapidly growing on his cheeks, or to find comfort you did not know; however you were left speechless at the uncommon display.

“Donnie,” you stammered, failing to find your words just yet.

You settled for running your hand over his bandana covered head, and caressing his cheek. Donnie was never one for physical touch unless it was someone he was very close with, or he was in need of a way to express emotions he was uncomfortable with. He was never good with feelings either, so such an outright statement driven by emotion was quite unheard of.

“I’m sorry, I just - I was only - I was simply…..frightened. Beyond belief,” Donnie muttered into your shoulder, obviously having a hard time finding the words to express how he was feeling.

Now this was more on brand for your certified mad scientist. He must have put a lot of thought into what he was going to say to you when you woke up, and you suspected had a little chat with Dr. Feelings.

“Tello, look at me darling, please,” you requested, your fingers moving his chin up so his red rimmed eyes met your tired ones,” Dearest, I will never leave you. I swear as sure as Metro Tower is still standing I will always fight to stay by your side. What we have, well, you would think someone tore it right out of one of those nauseating love novels Leo reads. You are my guiding light, what makes life worth living, you are my everything. I love you, Donatello. I always have. Today, tomorrow, and forever.”

His eyes seemed to bore holes into your very soul as he soaked up the meaning and significance of your words. And suddenly more tears sprang forward in both your eyes as a smile graced his lips for the first time that night.

“I love you too. More than you will ever know,” he sniffed, as you brushed his tears away.

“You look exhausted. Have you slept at all?” you questioned, resting your hand on his cheek.

Donnie simply hummed and leaned into your wonderful touch.You let out a sigh, and painfully shuffled over in your surprisingly soft hospital bed. His drawn on eyebrows shot up in a silent question, rather alarmed. You couldn’t help but giggle at the expression on his face, you found it quite adorable.

“Come,” you said, patting the empty space in the bed,” keep me company.”

“Leo would freak if he saw us, spouting some nonsense about tearing your stitches or infection,” a sly grin creeping onto his features as he slipped off his battle shell, and climbed into bed with you.

“Well, it’s a good thing it's only us then, isn’t it?” You giggled.

After several minutes of readjusting making sure not to jostle each other's injuries, you were both comfortable, cuddled up close to each other. Your head rested on his plastron, and his arms were wrapped snugly around you. You began to gently draw patterns on his plastron, this always relaxed him, and you knew exactly how to get him to sleep.

A contented churr rumbled through his chest, deep, comforting. A contented sigh escaped your lips as your eyes became heavier.

"I love you, darling," you whispered.

"I love you as well, beloved," he whispered back, before drifting off to sleep.

In that moment, everything was perfect. Yes, you had all been through hell. Yes, it was going to be a struggle to return everything back to normal. But you would all be there for each other, because that's what family did. You were safe in Donnie’s arms, and he in yours. You had 0 intentions of letting him go anytime soon, vowing to keep away the nightmares you knew would surely come.

But for now everything was alright. You had all survived, and would continue to do so.

You finally lost the battle with sleep, and your last conscious thought was of your purple turtle, and the undying love you held for him.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #donnie x reader #save rise of the tmnt

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temmtamm · 2 years

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omg hi i also currently have donnie brain rot and will totally dump some requests in your asks! also just wanna say thank you for your service there’s not many rottmnt blogs active, your doing gods work <3

anyways can i request some hc of donnie with a reader who speaks a diff language? (spanish to be specific if you want) like would he try and learn it? would he be annoyed he doesn’t know what they’re saying? would he shit talk with them in secret? inside jokes?

please and thanks you!

✰RISE BROS W/ SPANISH SPEAKING S/O✰

(Asks are temporarily closed until I can finish them all)

❀LEO❀

Both him and Mikey speak a little bit of Spanish, so he can understand most of what you're saying, but likes to play dumb so that way you don't stop.

Took special notice to your use of "Mi luchador" when you're tired of his antics.

Just something about the way you say that as you're trying your best not to chew him out for whatever stupid shit he did today just makes him fall in love with you all over again.

Whenever you have trouble with an English word, surprisingly he won't tease or poke fun as he usually does and would instead correct you as quiet as possible.

One day it somehow slipped out that he really knew what everything you're saying meant, as one night after a particularly long battle he sleeping mumbled "Mi mundo" to you while you two were cuddling. He definitely had some explaining to do after.

☁︎RAPH☁︎

Look, I love him but I think we can all agree he wouldn't know what the he you are saying.

It's not that he doesn't know Spanish or what it is, he definitely heard some of it and learned a few words of it thanks to Ghost bear.

He is unlikely to understand all of the little nicknames you give him until Leo decides to be a little menace and translates you one day.

His favorite of all the nicknames is "Mi héroe", not only cause it feeds into his hero complex but it makes him feel like his leadership skills are actually being appreciated by someone.

He never corrects you when you get anything wrong in englisj- Matter of fact, even if you pronounce a word so terribly wrong he's convinced the way you said it is the right way and will pronounce it like that too.

He loves it when you cuss people out in Spanish, he doesn't know why but he is absolutely smitten when you get so deep into an argument or conversation that you start speaking your mother tongue without realizing.

☀︎MIKEY☀︎

He, like Leo, can speak spanish although only a little. He mostly knows just pet names and a few curses in Spanish.

He loves to call you "Vida Mia/Mio" and in return you usually call him the same, though you still also save a few pet names for when it's just you two and you want a cuter more intimate pet name for him.

He is quick to correct you whenever you incorrectly say something in English, even offering to help you with the words you struggle with.

He sometimes likes to mimic things you've said- Like if you stubbed your toe and said, "Oh, hijos de puta. Te comeré vivo." He'd repeat it himself when angry or hurt. This has resulted in Leo and Raph chewing you out for turning their baby brother into a cussing machine.

He doesn't really mind though, if anything he fines it fun restarting some choice words you say to his brothers whenever they get into a fight, even if it always results in you trying to get him to stop by not cussing.

The attempt is futile though, as he had a taste of the bad boy life, and he wants more swears and devious behavior

⚕︎DONNIE⚕︎

You'd think with how smart he is he'd know a multitude of languages, but you'd be wrong.

He was much more busy with his tech and being enamored with science than languages.

Though, he knew that his lack of knowledge on other languages would bite him in the ass one day, and bite him in the ass it did!!

He sometimes automatically thinks that whenever you're talking in Spanish, you're talking shit about him but after building a translator for himself he was surprised to see that when you were ranting in Spanish, it was really about mushy lovey stuff that you thought he wouldn't enjoy but still wanted to say.

You love to call him "Tesoro" and although it's cheesy and a bit overused, he likes to call you "Mi Amor" whenever he's having a lovely moment.

Unfortunately, he is a stickler for grammer and will constantly correct and tease you whenever you have trouble with an English word.

Thanks for reading ♥︎

@el-chiste

@nightmarewhispersxx

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miso-sopas · 2 months

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Hummingbird

summary: You always wanted to see your favorite birds for the last time with Mikey.

pairing: RotTMNT Michelangelo x Reader

notes: References to Metro Boomin and James Blake’s ‘Hummingbird'

It’s up to you guys but when I was listening to the song and writing I was in love, happy, and sad at the same time LMAO

1079 words (not including the lyrics)

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Bathe in the world of pink and orange, you enjoyed the rare solitude the damaged world offers you. Your beloved beside you, form relaxed but still on alert as he accompanies you on your designated quiet cliff near the camp. It was open with damaged trees and rubble but the mysterious fresh air it gives you both does wonders to your tired forms.

The air between you and Mikey is stilled with content, his tired arms wrapped around your shoulder and his hand enclosed between your hands, bodies pressed together as it could be. At any given time where he can be with you without stress and responsibilities, he insists on being close to you as much as possible. Your head rests above his shoulder, breathing the same rhythm and air as he had, almost more intimate than a kiss as it ensures you both that you are still breathing. Still living in this hellhole.

You had each other and that's what matters.

“I know it's futile but I always wanted us to go to that bird sanctuary I’ve told you about before, to show you my favorite birds.”

From above, oddly there were few surviving flocks of birds flying over. Music that just makes both of your time now more special. “Birds?” You hummed as your free hand slowly caressed his cheeks up to his stray hairs, noting yourself to brush and fix his ponytail for him, "I always wanted to bird watch hummingbirds, y'know. They seem so cute and cool."

Your favorite thing in the world, his grin that never fails to lighten up anything, even more beautiful than the dusk itself in front of you. He eagerly gifts you this as it never fails to make you smile back, his favorite thing from you. Kissing the side of your head, he hums and smells the faint shampoo and soap from one of the camp’s supplies. It’s hardly detectable but with your scent and just feeling your breathing chest, it’s the roses and goldmine of this annihilated world. "Sure sweetness, I'll take you to see them someday," Mikey mumbles as you smile back towards the chilly evening.

"Hummingbirds..."

Hummingbird, summer song

Has it brought my life back?

Hangin' in the balance

Have you brought the light back?

Where life becomes faded with pink and rust, there is still that sunshine warmth enveloping his skin. Despite being cold-blooded, in his arms you might say that he’s the perfect representation of the sun.

Your fingers never stop caressing his aging cheeks, stress lines drawing on his forehead and near his eyes but you always told him that he is beautiful. Not still but always. He never changes despite where the world forces him into. He remains a loyal warrior to the cause, a brother to his beloved and strong family, a lover who always cherishes your cuddles given the little time you two had.

His hair growing out from his scalp, both of you trying your best to make it soft and bearable for him during his patrols. His braids were delicately sewn together from your calloused fingers. You make sure to kiss his hands whenever you have the chance, to remind him that even if his shoulders are heavy his hands are still capable of holding his world. You.

“You know you can always share anything with me, right Mikey?” You once whispered to him, under the broken lights and thin cots, where mumbles of prayers and hidden crying can be heard. It was a bad night, nothing new but there was something terrible, but you want to be there for your husband. Him. Your life.

He didn’t say anything, but from the slight quiver from his mouth you proceeded to hug him tightly and softly scratch his calloused shell. The softness of this moment made Mikey’s heart softer and tougher for you, so maybe even in this world of death and anguish, there is hope.

But hope is for the people to crave for.

When I saw a cold snap

I wasn't with the season

Tag was on the ankle

And outside, there was a ceiling

In here, paper walls are

Pushin' back on you like

Eventually you push through

The moment that you realise

You are afraid that in every step, in every trust you each other have in maintaining order and survival, each loved one is sacrificed for the good.

Splinter.

Cassandra.

Raphael.

Usagi.

Now, in the medical cot lies Donnie where his chest is painfully rising, wanting to stay awake and live on. Wanting to breathe again to finish his projects against the Krang. Wanting to still be alive with his remaining family. Mikey was distraught, like dominoes falling one by one his family fell. He still hasn’t moved one from his father’s death and certainly never will.

He remains beside his purple brother, mumbling to someone that can hear his prayer for his brother’s survival. To make him stay alive and well, to let him get back in kicking asses again.

In the following day Mikey let out another gut-wrenching scream as you kept on holding him closer to you as possible. To mold both of your bodies, to remind him that you and his remaining family are still here. Your hands swim carefully to each thread of his hair, his snot and tears fall to you like honey, sticky yet warm from indescribable despair.

You felt another pair of arms encircling you both, a soft ‘Master Michelangelo’ breezes through your ears. Casey Jr. whimpered in pain and sought peace towards you, your arms now enclosing on two individuals that needed all the love they could get. You kissed each of their foreheads and hummed a lullaby.

Leo and April watch you all three, with eyes still bearing tears they had a smile on their face. Warmed by the sight of assurance that there is still hope and love remaining. The blue warrior examines his right arm, tough limbs that once belonged to his older brother, and clenches his fist.

The moment when you realise

There's someone there that needs you

Lap band on the feelings

I tax them for no reason

I added love 'cause love is unconditional

I count on love, I count on love

'Cause love is unconditional within reason

“Come back to me, Mikey, please…”

“I will, because I already planned a trip to go to that sanctuary.”

“Even if it’s likely just a dead land with no birds?”

“Even if it is… as long as you are with me it’s worth it.”

“And as long as you can hold my hand…”

Pieces of him dissolve in bright light, his final strength exchange for Casey’s survival to another world. He doesn’t regret it, better yet he was excited. As he last saw the dreadful world, he remembers your breath on his cheek the last time he ever cuddled beside you. The day where he came back to your camp all in despair and silent, your face sleeps in calmness in contrast to the apocalypse around.

“We’ll be seeing those hummingbirds after all.”

And hummingbird (hummingbird)

I know that's our time (I know that's our time)

But stay on (stay, stay on)

Stay on, stay on with me (stay on, stay)

And hummingbird (hummingbird)

I can never unsee (I can never)

What you've shown me (you, you, you)

Stay on, stay on

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Can be read as stand alone OR an AU from RYWIA where instead of Reader ending up with our baby blue she fell in love with our sunny boy. PLEASE my boy Mikey is underrated, he deserves to be loved and cherished too, so as my way of showing it I wrote an angst :) (I think I need some help)

#x reader #fanfic #rottmnt #tmnt michelangelo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt michelangelo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise mikey #tmnt mikey x reader #angst #romantic #gender neutral reader #misou-rottmmt

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asafeplacetostay · 3 years

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Rottmnt-Donnie x Reader (Hurt)

TW: blood, violence, angst

Red liquid oozed from Donnie's arm, tears spilling helplessly out of his wide eyes. His bottom lip was jutted out. He had been whipsawing his body futilely to either side; now he suddenly lunged straight foward, falling to his knees with a loud thud. Frustration etched onto his green skin. His hands were jaggedly running through his bandana, the heavy pain coming in waves.

The brothers had gotten into a fight with the foot clan, and barely escaped with their lives.

Sweat coated Donnie's entire body as he shot upward in the floor and gasped for breath at the thought of what happened a few moments ago.

Leo's arm was cut off, Mikey's shell almost cracked open and Raph's vocal chords were damaged by a slash down his throat.

(Y/n)

Everything was a disaster, all he wanted to do is to see your beautiful face.

He screamed in agony, to later start coughing blood. He covered his mouth to prevent the floor from being covered by the red liquid, but he couldn't contain himself.

His battle shell was hanging loose from his original soft-shelled one, which was ripping apart.

He felt so weak, so useless, tossed in the floor, rocking his form while hugging his tainted in red knees up his plastorn.

"(Y-y/n)" he whispered, to soon spit more blood.

"(Y/n), please-"

He fainted.

The next day, a young lady came by the lair, to find Leo dead from blood-loss, Mickey shaking in despair, Raph nowhere to be seen, and Donnie, oh Donnie, he was laying on the cold floor of his lab, bleeding out from his wounds.

He cried out, once he was concious and when he saw his lover towering above him, tears brimming her eyes, as she sniffed furiously. She got onto her knees, a terrefied expression on her pretty face.

Donnie frowned weakly, his thumb pressing down her teary cheek, painting it with scarlet.

She threw her arms around the agonazing Donnie, shaking like a leave.

She cradles his head in the crook of her arm, rocking him gently. “April and Casey are on their way, okay? You’re gonna be okay…you have to be okay…”

(Y/n) brushes away the purple mask ríbborns stuck to Donnie's sweat-sheened forehead & presses a lingering kiss to his damp skin. “You’re gonna be okay.” she repeats, as much for his sake as for hers.

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theninjasgirl · 5 years

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Can you do headcanons for how the rottmnt turtles would react to their fem human s/o who is a very deep sleeper and clings to them in her sleep?

RAPH:

~ Will cuddle back

~ Will sit still for hours on end, making sure no one disturbs your sleep

~ ADORABLE

~ Will blush a bit, being a bit nervous; but he is used to it since Mikey does the same to him and his brothers sometimes

DONNIE:

~ “Why are you on me? WhY ArE YoU oN mE? WhY ArE YoU oN mE?!”

~ Will try to shoo you off or drag you to lay somewhere else

~ It’s futile; When he gives up, he will let you fall asleep in his lap, while he continues working

~ Will start working on an impossible invention like bed thing to help you

LEO:

~ Why are you like this

~ Finds it super adorable

~ Loves it; will hold you for hours with no problem

~ CUTE~ OMG!

MIKEY:

~ SUPER ADORABLE

~ A little confused at first; but totally understands

~ Is also a heavy sleeper

~ Will hold you and fall asleep too

#teenage mutant ninja turtle imagines #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt imagine #rottmnt #rottmnt imagine #rottmnt imagines #leo #leonardo #raph #raphael #michelangelo #mikey #donnie #donatello #sleep

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chigiriki · 5 years

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just a little ficlet thing, since im trying to get back into writing

rottmnt donatello&leonardo sibling shenanigans, donnie has the worst eating habits and leo is a responsible bro and annoys him until he eats

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"Have you eaten anything?"

Donatello startled at his brother's voice coming from the doorway, too engrossed in his invention to notice that someone had entered the lab.

Even now, as he put up his goggles and turned to squint at Leonardo, his mind wasn't focusing; it was still counting the math, theorizing about the next necessary step to progress, and he completely missed what Leo said next. He could hear his voice and see his mouth moving, but his brain treated the noise as unintelligible gibberish, refusing to process it as words.

"Whuh?" was his elegant reply and Leo rolled his eyes.

".. you didn't catch any of that, huh?"

While Leo crossed the distance between the door and work station, Donnie rubbed at his eyes. He was trying to pull his attention to his brother and the conversation that was apparently happening. He couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed at the inconvenience though - sometimes it took a while for him to really get into the zone and getting interrupted in the middle of it ruined the momentum.

"What do you want, Leo?" he asked bluntly, turning in his chair to regard his brother.

Leo didn't reply straight away, eyes scanning the energy drink cans and coffee mugs littering the sides of the work station, a few empty flavored meal replacement shake containers amid them. Sometimes Leo really did wonder how his brother's heart hadn't given up and just stopped, what with the caffeine binges he went on to substitute a healthy sleep pattern. It was a heart attack waiting to happen.

He brushed most of the trash off the table and on the floor to an indignant "Hey!" from Donnie, and hopped to sit on the edge of it.

"Dad wanted to know if you've eaten anything since breakfast", he said, his legs idly swinging back and forth. "He says he hasn't heard you exit the lab in hours", he reached one leg over, using it to push Donnie's shoulder repeatedly, Donnie swaying back and forth with the motion. The softshell made another peeved noise, slapping at the offending appendage before pushing it off him.

"Stop it, get your dirty feet off me" he complained, Leo's amused grin making Donnie reach out and attempt to punch his shoulder. Leo leaned out of his reach with ease, grin only widening.

After a few more futile swings, Donnie gave up with an irritated glance at the ceiling, opting to let it go. Leon was a thorn in his side, truly.

Speaking of pain... He was slowly becoming aware of how tense his muscles were. He got up from the chair, figuring he might as well use this break to stretch them and get blood flowing again.

He rolled his shoulders and put his arms above his head, stretching long and good with a sigh. He didn't always wear the battleshell in the safety of their lair, but wearing a heavy piece of equipment like that and hunching over while working on the daily did a number on his back.

"Well?"

It hadn't escaped Leo's notice that Donnie was avoiding replying to his fairly straightforward question.

"Yeah, yeah", Donnie huffed. Despite how irritating it was to have Leon on his back about it, a very quiet and small part of Donnie was always a bit touched that his family paid enough attention to him to notice when he skipped meals or pulled allnighters.

It was a bit unusual for their dad to be the one to notice the former, though. It was usually Raph who sent one of his brothers or himself to needle him until Donnie got himself something to eat or went to bed. It was mildly surprising.

"I ate like a few hours ago", he replied and Leo cocked an eyebrow ridge. "Meal replacements don't count as a meal, Dee. Have you eaten actual food? It's like 7pm", he said, slouching casually on the table and poking at Donnie's bust of himself.

"That's not all I've eaten", the purple one grumbled a little bit petulantly, moving closer to pull the bust out of Leo's reach. He was avoiding actually answering; he hated being called out like this. Liquid food was just so convenient, coming in easy packets and always ready for fast consumption.

And sometimes food just... grossed him out, holding too much texture and taste for him to eat when he was tired or stressed, hypersensitivity buzzing on his skin and making him pull into his lab for peace and quiet until the static became background noise and there was just him and his machines.

"Coffee also doesn't count as a meal, and neither does energy drinks", Leo countered easily, glancing at his brother and his disgruntled expression. "C'mon, I think there's some pizza still left and pops went topside with Raph. We can watch tv while we eat"

Donnie pursed his lips, thinking it over. He honestly didn't feel like eating, having gone without proper food, sustained by sugar and coffee, long enough that hunger had become just a distant hum that his body wasn't even registering as hunger anymore.

But Leo was looking at him expectantly and Donnie was slowly realizing the headache tightening around his temples, his eyes sore from focusing on tiny parts for extended period of time, so he folded.

"Fine. I get to pick the channel though", he said as Leo hopped off the work station the second he agreed. "Works for me, as long as it's not one of those boring science ones" he grinned, patting Donnie's back as he walked past him, touch familiar and warm against his bare shell.

Donnie sighed, following his brother and flicking off the lights as he went.

#rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #filler tag //#my writing #disordered eating / just incase

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