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imagine being bitten by zombie taylor swift.
just realized that there were definitely celebrities who got infected in the last of us which is hilarious to think about. imagine getting attacked by a zombie and your last thought before you die is "is that fucking justin timberlake?"
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Hi, I was wondering if I could make a request since I saw that they were open?
Basically it’s the 2012 turtles prompt and how they have a spa date with the reader and how they react towards it? Basically the reader makes it a surprise in which it’s all therapeutic and relaxing for their lover after a long stressful day. There’s face masks or mud masks, nail polish, candles, face rollers, snacks, and a robe of their signature color.
a/n: hello, i am sorry that i'm not as active as i was it's not that i don't hate writing little scenarios like this but more life stuff and just a general need for a break! i'll still answer reqs but expect a slow response if anything love you all <33
Leo
I feel like while he’d be overly ecstatic about it
Especially since we all know he does meditation religiously
Plus he’s excited to spend time with you
He’s nearly silent every time you either paint his nails or place a new face mask on
“Is that patchouli?”
“Shush…Relax. Let your worries wash over like…I don’t know a river.”
He appreciates the amount of effort that was put in, always observing what new trinket you’ve carried in
When you entered in with a basket full of face masks, mud masks, candles, and one stuffy blue ball of fur, you couldn’t tell whether he was scared or ecstatic
He’s overly silent during the entire thing, not wanting to ruin the mask
And when you present the robe, he’s over the moon
He keeps thanking you over and over, almost getting down to his knees before you stop him
You gossip about drama you’ve overheard, and he gossips about his brothers
Raph:
ok let's be honest his form of relaxing is not this
But because it's you, he's willing to try
He’s trying his best to keep his irritance at the lowest level he can
His eyes grow in terror every time you leave and bring back another bag
Thankfully, he's more open to the prospect of more when he gets his robe
It feels like heaven honestly like legitimately like silk combined with wool
he quiets down, watching with an occasional smile
Tries eating the cucumber eye patches
“Can you paint my nails black”
Because he has CRBF (chronic resting bitch face), at first you think he hates it
But he tells you he doesn’t and thanks you afterwards
(potentially wears animal face masks)
Donnie:
Ok we know how much anxiety is trapped in that skinny legend
True, this whole thing was so that for once, he could feel relaxed
But this is Donnie, so it’s going to take a long time
First, you put on the specially made purple robe (he loves it btw)
Probably info dumps about his preferred textures while you put on mud masks
He’ll lay down and you think you got him relaxed
But no, he’ll jolt back up and rant about whatever new invention idea came to mind
Even when he’s exhausted, he seems to never stop thinking
Appreciates the face rollers and nail polish because they make him feel more ‘human’
You talk about your day while you two snack (he probably takes notes of any specific detail you mention for later)
Mikey:
2000s sleepover was the vibe for that session
He’d been exhausted for that entire day, so this made him feel at home
While you guys were relaxing with your face masks on, he suggested watching some movies
Lineup was: Legally Blonde, Wild Child, and Adventure Time
You both end up watching for so long, the masks stain your faces
Gathering snacks in the kitchen and simultaneously watching him attempt to cook
He smiles like a baby deer through the entire thing
Gives surprisingly good advice on whatever you’re ranting about during nails
You give him nice hearts on his nails
Hugs you until you pass out as thanks
#tmnt 2012#tmnt x reader#tmnt 2012 x reader#tmnt 2012 headcanons#tmnt#tmnt leo#tmnt raph#tmnt mikey#tmnt donnie#request
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LIGHTS. CAMERA. BITCH. SMILE
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no i will not make separate blogs for my fandoms, everyone who follows me must experience ALL my insanity
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plane spotting with the doctor <3
posting in gif format because tumblr hates videos for some reason :( so sorry for low quality
#ASIHJBDFSKGR#finally my boy getting the love HE DESERVESS#sdv harvey#harvey stardew#rad art#art reblog
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l! <3
@qoeww @uhlunaro @funneylizzie @zombiiiiiiiiiii @indieyuugure
last fictional character in ur camera roll just adopted u
(Yes I did do this only because I want him to adopt me. Fuck off)
tags: @cryptidwithaninternetconnection @reggie-the-inferi @gingerbreadeel24 @pickupstyx
and whoever the fuck sees this
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rottmnt!donnie x makeup!reader
a/n: a quick fic i wanted to write, hope you enjoy! love you all <3
“Wait, you understood…all of that?”
Disguise: blown. You’d been hunkering incognito in the public for a few months now because of the optimistic and rather chaotic opening of your makeup brand. The internet was absolute chaos frothing over the strong pigment and affordable prices: everything a makeup brand should strive to be. It got orders, and that was what’s most important. However, the noise was overwhelming, and you needed to escape. Working under the guise of a pseudonym proved more useful than ever, and it let you breathe. Because of your newfound skills in makeup, you gained a few facts or two about cosmetic science and science. That proved to be your smoking gun when Donatello, your science friend, was ranting about his latest project going awry. He ranted, you listened. But this time, you corrected him. Two miracles: one, he was wrong, two; you knew more.
Now, you were sneaking into your own lab to sneak Donnie in to see your lab: his request. Do you feel stupid? Ashamed, even? Going out of the public eye because of your contributions to the makeup industry, only to have it return like an unwanted family member.
Donnie zipped to each glass window showcasing the millions of rows of pigments and chemicals, eyes wide like a sleep-deprived child.
“You have all of this? Locked away?”
“Yeah, mostly parabens and formaldehyde, but we also keep some chemicals like polonium, radium and-”
“Uranium?” he said, zipping from the window to your face to an uncomfortable distance. The smudges in his drawn-on eyebrows were more visible than ever, his breath resting on your face. “You have it?”
“Yes. I’ll get you some if you wait.”
You moved away, inching towards the door. Digging through your pocket brought up a dusty old keycard you kept. The photo you took on your first day, the excited face of you, the same age but optimistic. You owned a company, like a big kid. It looked hideous. The words: “FOUNDER” faded, but still legible. This is your lab, your company; should it count that you’re stealing from your own company? No, right? You made this place, and you’ll take what you want. This is your big kid company. You take what you want.
Your eyes glanced back, just for a moment, and you can already see Donnie staring at you as if you grew spider legs on your back. Right, making this quick. In, out, five minutes. You quickly scrubbed in, dressed in a white coat and blue gloves. Entering the room, a wave of dust hits you. This caused you to cough vigorously, trying to get whatever entered your throat out.
Eventually, you got your breath back in you, and gave Donnie a thumbs up. His expression is unchanged, giving you one back without looking up from his notebook. Of course.
“How much do you want?”
“As much as possible, five grams exactly.”
It’d been a while since you strolled down your lab, but the descent reminded you of when you were mixing your first lipstick formula. Olive oil, coconut oil, and beeswax into a bowl and adding a few drops of purple food coloring were the first of many that you made. It was rudimentary and tacky at best, but all your mother did was pat you on the back. Mommy’s little chemist. Now, she speaks to you more like a coworker than her child. In the eyes of success, you got robbed of the thing you didn’t know you’d miss: an embrace.
But now’s no time to reminisce. Now’s the time for uranium, which was conveniently at the back of the hallway in a little lead container locked behind a plastic door. The uranium had probably five grams from the size of it. You looked around the room, seeing if there were any drawers or cabinets, and thankfully there were plenty. Cabinet after cabinet after cabinet, you finally found the keys in a drawer a few steps away from the uranium. You didn’t question why the uranium was there, which in hindsight sounds idiotic, but that wasn’t on your mind at the moment. You unlocked the case and quickly took the disc of uranium out of the cabinet and was out of the door faster than you could count. An alarm was what you’d expected, but surprisingly, it was quieter than a mouse. A relief.
Before you could blink, the disc was out of your hands and into Donnie’s embrace. He practically cradled it like it was his child.
“You’re welcome.”
Donnie’s head clicked towards you. “Oh, thank you. This means a lot. I’m not trying to be sarcastic about that, really, thank you.”
“No problem, can’t wait to see what you cook up with this,” you said, noticing a hidden square behind his back. When you stepped to his side, you spotted an open notebook with what looked like scribbles.
Scribbles? When did Donnie draw?
“You draw?” you questioned, looking at the notebook without a second thought. Donnie tried quickly turning back around to hide the contents, but you’d already gotten a view: it was a drawing, or more a sketch of an invention. A new eyeliner, covered in holographic purple metal, was obviously marked with his signature on the bottom. Then it clicked. This was a gift. Donnie’s gift.
Donnie froze, staring at you as if to judge and gauge your reaction. In truth, he was terrified. To him, giving handmade gifts was everything. The attention to detail, the effort and work to make it personal, it was everything. But people hadn’t always appreciated those gifts in the way he hoped. So, with this, everything changed in the balance. Whether he’d keep or lose a friend, that friend being you.
“Is that for me?”
“No…it’s not finished yet. It’s unpolished, barely even refined. That doesn’t make a suitable gift…”
You could see the lies that covered his obviously first plan for a gift, but knowing Donnie, it wouldn’t do any good to call him out on his lie and injure his already egregious ego. However, a snort escaped your throat as you tilted your head to the side. It was adorable to see him stare in confusion, clutching the notebook like it was his personal schoolgirl diary.
“I won’t judge, honest. I thought you’d sketch on your many tablets.”
“Those are for calculations, not meaningless sketches.”
“Can I see your drawing?”
If we’re being honest, Donatello’s opinion shifted about you so many times that day. It was troubling. When he first met you, he thought of you as he did everyone: ordinary. Another known person to wave to when you crossed paths. But in just one night, it catapulted into something he could never imagine. First, you corrected him on one of his experiments. You listened, and you were right. But one data point isn’t enough to make a valid analysis for someone. So, he inquired more and went to your lab. Second, what he failed to get for how many years now, you simply got like that. He didn’t know if that ticked him off or if it made him adore you more. You were an equal, maybe even more. Hell, probably more than he could ever imagine. Two points.
You can’t make an assumption on just two data points, but Donnie handed over the notebook, trying his best to make it seem nonchalant.
He failed. But you wouldn’t say that.
Now that you were looking at the drawing Donnie did up close, it was, to say succinctly, amazing. The lines were grainy, yet perfectly straight, the shapes were sleek, and of course, lovely shimmering purple as an official coat of paint. It was better than any of the chicken scratches you called designs. This could be the best design for any packaging you could’ve asked for.
Donnie was silent as you, obviously, surveyed the designs he made. At first, he was in a mix of utter panic. You’re looking at his designs. But they were drafts, sloppy scribbles. If he wanted to present his design to you, it should be polished. Just like him, or more, the confident persona he presented. But, as your observations grew longer, that panic bubbled into terror. Was there a mistake, a potential oversight he overlooked? Could there even be one?
“You made this, Donnie?”
“Yes…I did- make it just now.”
“It’s…”
Donnie’s shoulders tensed up. This could be- no, this was the loss of a friend.
“... amazing. You made this just now?”
Huh?
“Huh? Oh, yes. I got a flash of inspiration, if you should know.”
“It’s great. I can’t wait to see it polished. Send it to me and I’ll try to make it real.”
You slammed the notebook back into his arms, walking towards the door. You had enough events to happen tonight. But surprisingly, Donnie followed with eager enthusiasm, more than you ever saw in him, and even though it could’ve been the bright light of the moon, you could’ve sworn you saw a smile.
#rottmnt#rottmnt x reader#rottmnt donnie x reader#tmnt x reader#tmnt#rise donnie#donatello#fic writing
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Guess who's birthday it is?
It's our orange babies birthday!!! 🧡
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(i have ideas for both but i wanna know if i should pick one or the other
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I LOST THE REQUEST THIS CAME FROM BUT HERE:
Can I request a 2012!Raph x fem!reader who's incredibly tall but a gentle giant? Maybe hurt-comfort because he doesn't think she'd like him because of how tall she is compared to him but she says something that makes him accidentally say it out loud? Not sure on that but I hope this req is fun for you :)
2012!Raph x fem!reader who's a gentle giant
Let’s be honest, when Raph first sees you, his impression of you comes quicker than a lighting bolt:
A tall, possibly scary, lady
And what we know from Y'gythgba, that gets Raph feeling all sorts of confusing feelings
Once you get closer however, he starts to open up a bit to you
And that initial perception shifts ever so slightly
Now it’s: tall lady that’s scared of…spiders?
It happened when you were hanging out at the lair, hunched down watching TV
In the corner of your eye, you saw something scuttle across and immediately leapt away in a shriek
Raph came instantly, and was shocked to see you (attempting) to hide behind a couch cushion away from what definitely looked like a spider
Raph: I’ll go kill it
Reader: Wait, no! Just…scooch it somewhere, just away from me!
Raph: You’re bigger than it, it’s not gonna bite you
Reader: I’ll chuck a cockroach at you.
Raph stayed silent the rest of that day
He thought your unconditional kindness was odd, but something this world didn’t deserve
Let alone himself
He saw the height-difference between you too; it was unnatural. Uneven.
How could you ever not look down on him? Figuratively and literally.
This ended up overflowing when you went to give him a pop after a gruelling training session
The way you looked when you were above him, it triggered something to shutdown
It all came out like a rushing river: how he felt you were simply better, how someone like you could never like him, how he felt like stepping over eggshells
But one word stuck out like a thumb: how someone like you could never like him
The words fell out of your mouth: you liked him. that's it.
Your reassurance on how you like him no matter what size he was, and it ended in a simple hug
Now, he's taken to using your shoulders as a place to rest his head and armrests
No doubts about your affection rest between you two.
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