turtlecleric
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Thinking about him again..... ✨️rise!Donnie✨️
Thinking about him getting so high that he can finally relax, so high that after you start to play with him, he can't string two words together. All he can do is writhe and whine and cry while you bring him riiiiiight to the edge before stopping. Over and over and over again. Thinking about Donnie wearing a collar that you can tug towards you and that tightens when you do. Donnie reduced to chirps and churrs, his entire body straining against his bonds because he just wants to hold you in his arms so badly.
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Drew a bunch of sad Donnie’s cuz I was sad 🥺🥺
#oh...... him.......#god i want to just hold his face in my hands and kiss him until he relaxes and smiles again#i mean#what#art#rise!donnie#I'm sorry you're feeling down dragon 💕🫂 sending lots of positive vibes your way
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sometimes i think about the future symphony "i should have married you" post you made and it makes me so sad but the other night as i was falling asleep i was struck with absolute agony by the awful idea of "i should have married you" because marrying her would have made her hamato and maybe just maybe then she would have been able to become a hamato spirit. and the brothers most likely would have been able to make contact with the hamato sprits like they do in the series. and because if he married her at least he would have been able to contact her spirit. hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh anyways thought i should share hope your day is going fabulously captain desceros
oh, this is awful. allow me to make it even worse :)
we’ve seen in the series that you dont actually have to have the hamato name to be ‘a hamato’ as april demonstrates. we’ve also seen varying levels of. hm. ninj-oscity? ninpo skills? from the boys. like raph and leo doing a ninja mind meld. just. just mikey.
and we’ve always seen that donnie struggles with ninpo the most.
his ninpo is mechanical. when he uses it at its most conscious level, we see it manifest as blueprints coming together. literal pieces, as if constructed with real material. when he panics or doesn’t go through this process, it’s a vague shape that isn’t as strong or as defined in purpose.
so let’s take this scenario you’ve brought to us.
viola-chan would have, unquestionably, been a hamato. and for that reason, i can definitely see her having a hamato spirit.
…..but i dont think donnie would ever be able to communicate with it.
mikey would be the most likely, since he has the strongest ninpo. but he’d be in high demand since he’s so strong, so i think it would tire him and i dont know how much time and energy he’d have to talk to anyone. not to mention the stress he’d feel when donnie would come to him like Hey Can I Talk To My Dead Girlfriend and mikey’s like…. dude i just got home from 24 hours of straight ass kicking i’m about to pass tf out.
and raph, i imagine, died not too long after viola-chan, so whether he could or not is moot.
leo. well. i dont think leo could communicate with viola-chan either. leo is rather avoidant when he feels guilty or ashamed, and (without going into too much of spoiler territory) he’d feel largely unworthy to talk to you, i think. and since we’ve seen that it takes an open heart to use the technique, it wouldn’t work.
and donnie. god. donnie would try. he would try so, so hard. he would try, hours upon hours, every free moment, banging his fists on his thighs as he’d meditate until he’d collapse. reaching out. seeking. already not as strong at this whole ninpo nonsense. unable to calm himself from the need to see you need to see you please just let me see you one last time please please please that would make it impossible to focus. he’d start thinking about tech that could bridge the gap. that’s how his ninpo works, after all. modeling his blueprint. so if he can design a machine that can talk to you. his ninpo can bring it to life.
but he doesnt exactly have a lot of time to dedicate to a personal project like that, let alone one so fucking insane in scale, so actually impossible to do. and as the time passes he grows more and more obsessed with thinking about it. yet simultaneously more and more sure it’ll never happen. i feel like his last moments, alone, bleeding, staring up at the rust-colored sky, he’d be smiling. because of course he he has some kind of death drone army set to go the moment his ninpo cuts off, and it’s one last middle finger to krang. …but also i think he’d be a little relieved. hoping his spirit will find yours and lavi’s.
(do they? who knows. no more hamato exist in that timeline to find out.)
#okay so I've been killed once more#this relates somewhat to what me and Keisha were thinking about#hang on i gotta swim in lava a few times over this#Symphony
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You ever think about rise!Leo watching you intently every time you're together, but only when you're not looking? How he'd act totally normal when your eyes are on him, but the moment your focus shifts, his eyes go soft and sad, and he gets this… aching, yearning expression on his face? You ever think of Leo lying in bed, staring at pictures of you he's got saved on his phone with that same expression? Wanting you more than anything in the world but thinking there's no way he could ever have you? You ever think about Leo dreaming of you, even when he's awake? Leo imagining you there with him, letting him hold you close? Fantasizing about what it might be like if he were to see you all pretty underneath him, to finally taste you where you smell so sweet, to fill you up and mark you as his over and over and over like he so desperately wants to? What about Leo being so sick with longing that he steals your sweater, using it to breathe in your scent every time he jerks off but also just curling up with it in bed and wishing he was holding you instead of it?
You ever think about that?
sometimes it's not enough. sometimes the smell of you isn't enough and he finds himself needing more. a stray touch, seemingly innocent. he knows just how to laugh and play it cool. or fabricate an excuse to get close and feel the way your body fits so perfectly next to his. how warm you are; especially on the days he finds himself feeling just a little too cold. a little too detached and lonely and needy. you, who can fill this hole he feels inside. like putty to a hollow that sometimes feels just a little too big. a little too much to keep up the act.
he'll take whatever he can get. a casual hug, a chance to drape himself across your lap (totally not so that he can feel how soft your thighs are; what they would feel like trembling on either side of his head as he eats you out and hears you call his name in that sweet sweet voice of yours). sometimes he thinks about taking you someplace cramped just so that he has an excuse to wrap himself around you. cage you in with his whole body like a shield. when really, he's barring you in with a beast. he wants to see what you'd look like trapped in his space, up close, and pinned in place like a butterfly unable to fly away. maybe then you will realise it. you'll see that the only reasonable thing to do is to accept being with him. letting him spoil you in every way that you deserve.
#RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#I'm running in circles yes yes yes yes yes#he can't stand it sometimes#he just. he just needs to be touching you#please please please he needs it he needs it he n-#and sometimes#sometimes#when you fall asleep with your head in his lap#or pressed against his side#sometimes his hands start to wander#and he has to ball them into shaking fists to stop himself#.......he's tired of stopping himself#look at you#soft and warm and right here at his fingertips#how can he possibly resist when your scent is filling his head and making him dizzy#when your shirt rides up and he sees that little strip of skin#when he hears you make those cute sounds in your sleep#how can he resist?#anyway#turtlecleric scrolls#rise!leo
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Hey cleric? Random ahh thought but you got recommended to me
What should I expect?
Hello dear! Oh. Ummmm.
1) Being insane about Symphony. I'm deeply, deeply unwell over it.
2) Very short fics (if you'd even call them that) and imagines that sometimes occur multiple times a day but more often are very spread out
3) A fair amount of dark (?) content, including non con/dub con, somno, yandere behavior, and anything and everything angsty (mind the warnings, tread carefully)
#do you know how hard it was to answer this without being self-deprecating#I'll tell you: insanely hard#asks#although i will say you may also see some self-deprecation and vents and the like so if you're sensitive to that#maybe don't follow just for your own mental health you know?#i know negativity can be draining to see so again if that bothers you just be aware that you may see that here#i try not to do it too much because i don't want people to feel obligated to contradict my negativity or get annoyed with me#but yeah you will see it occasionally#sorry#oh. another thing i do. apologizing a lot#Anyway! it's insane to me that someone would like what i make enough to actually recommend it to others!#kind of blown away by that#(thank you!!)
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I was rereading my fav fic (Contract in Wax by @thejudiciousneurotic ) and was kicking my feet n shit so I just had to doodle a few scenes. if you've read, guess the chapter LMAO
i love him.
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Thinking about Donnie having a setup under his desk where you could be held in place, comfortable and secure with his cock in your mouth while he sits and works. Him teaching you how you breathe around it, how to relax your jaw and stay still while he uses you to warm his cock and occasionally thrusts into your throat. Getting you into the headspace where you feel so good being used. Strapping a vibrator to you and getting to feel your moans and whimpers around him. Murmuring little words of praise each time you come. Breathy curses as he grinds his hips, having to pause in his work because he just wants so badly to ruin you that he can barely focus but... not yet. A little longer, just a little longer. He's going to make sure you're nice and fucked out, unable to use that mouth for anything but sucking before he drags you out from under the desk, replaces the cock in your mouth with his fingers, and finally presses himself inside your cunt and fucks you like you want. He's going to make you forget you were ever anything other than his toy, make you forget that you exist for anything other than taking whatever he decides to give you. If he ever does leave your mouth unoccupied, the only words he ever wants to hear are "Yes Sir" and "Thank you."
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thinking about Him tonight
thinking about his hands. how they normally seem so careless as he goes through life. but not when he touches you, no. he touches you as if you are something precious as he runs his hands down your sides. like porcelain, as he cups your cheeks.
thinking about his eyes. how they always seem to look but do not see. but not when he looks at you, no. he looks at you reverently, as if he’s seeing an angel come down from heaven. like a present, as he unwraps what is just for him.
thinking about his mouth. how it seems to have no filter. but not when it touches you, no. he mouths along you as if he wants to memorize the taste of your skin. like the most succulent of fruits, as he sips from your lips.
thinking about Him tonight
#ff#bay!mikey#thinking about how he might act when you're alone together#always reaching#grasping#pulling you closer#because he doesn't feel right if you're not in his arms#sigh
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he's forty years old. he's babygirl. he's unhinged. he's creating problems for himself and everyone else. he's god's favorite punching bag. he's a whore. he's pathetic. he's my poor little meow meow
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Part 2 babeyy
CWs: nsfw, drugged non-con, somno, mention of blood, possessive thoughts and behaviors
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You’re so soft. Every little bit of you. Soft, and pliant, and so fucking pretty.
Soft little thing that you are, it’s no wonder Donnie is too much for you. He thought he had held himself back enough, that he’d gone slow enough, but the bright red that covers his cock when he pulls out tells him otherwise.
It’s a little mesmerizing, actually. Seeing himself coated in a combination of your blood and slick.
He… he likes it. He likes it a lot.
When he pushes back inside you, you make a sound. Soft, just like the rest of you. It could be from discomfort, maybe even fear, somehow, but he likes to think it’s because you enjoy this.
He likes to think that some part of you recognizes who you belong to.
Donnie watches your eyes moving beneath your eyelids and wonders if you’re dreaming of him.
Then he wonders if you’re dreaming about Leo.
The thought makes him tighten his grip a little, digging his fingers into your waist. And part of him knows that if it weren’t for Leo, then he wouldn’t have ever felt just how soft you are. If it weren’t for Leo’s request for something that would help you fall asleep and stay asleep, then he wouldn’t be rutting into you so hard that the bed frame creaks, tasting the tea that lingers on your lips and sucking pretty little marks in easy to miss places. Another part of him can’t help but think about what Leo does to you when he’s got you like this. Even now, he can smell Leo on your skin, and it pulls a rumbling growl from his throat. As if anyone but Donnie should get to see you like this. As if anyone but Donnie deserves to feel your soaked cunt clenching around them.
He takes a moment to pull out just enough to see the red again. Something about it makes him a little dizzy, and he can’t help but reach for your neck and squeeze as he whispers your name like a prayer.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, letting himself get lost in the feeling of you, you, you. Your throat convulses beneath his hand, your eyes starting to flutter, and… he should be afraid. He should be afraid that you’re waking up. But all he feels is how warm you are, how soft you are, how perfect you are in every way. Perfect for him. Like you were made to take his cock, made to be his.
He finally lets you breathe, watching the quick rise and fall of your bare chest with awe. You’re so fucking pretty, he can’t help but pinch your nipples between his fingers and pull. Another soft sound, and he can feel you getting close. At this point, he’s memorized the way it feels, learned the signs better than his own, and when you come, your lips parting and your muscles tensing, he does, too. Spilling inside of you with a broken moan, letting his eyes roll into the back of his head as he slurs his words into the quiet air.
“Mine, mine, fuck, that’s right.”
He leans down, sucking a pretty purple mark onto your neck. And he shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t. Someone will see that. You will see that. But fuck, he doesn’t care.
You belong to him. Him. And one day, you’ll know it. One day everyone will know it.
For now, though… he needs to make some more tea.
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tag list: @luckycharms1701 @yorshie @thejudiciousneurotic @khayalli @justalotoffanfiction @mxalmighty @thelaundrybitch @shakeyourtrees
Rise!Leo anyone? [Doesn't wait for an answer]
CWs: Implied non-consensual drugging and dubcon/somno-ish activities; to be clear, Leo is not a good guy in this
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You can't sleep.
Again.
When you call, Leo answers immediately. There's amusement in his tone when you ask if he might come over and keep you company. A chuckle that has goosebumps running along your arms when you ask him to bring some of that tea that helped you fall asleep so easily last week.
“Of course, hermosa.” There's something in his tone that you can't read, but… you're far too tired to care. You're sure he would tell you if you really needed to know. “I'll be over soon.”
Moments later, he's walking through the portal that sparks to life in your living room. Pulling you into a hug that has you melting against his plastron. He sighs, tightening his arms around you as he holds you for far longer than necessary - surely a sign of his concern, of his care for you.
When he pulls away, you smile up at him, and he smiles back before moving to the kitchen, pulling you along behind him without a word.
The tea is ready in just a few minutes. The warmth of the cup seeps into your hands nicely, the pleasant, herby aroma that fills the air already making your eyelids droop a bit more.
“Drink up,” he murmurs, watching you intently.
All it takes is one sip for you to feel the effects. Thoughts turning to smoke, muscles relaxing… it's truly amazing, this tea that he's willing to share with you. It must really be something special for it to work so well. Though, to be honest, you're not 100% sure that it isn't just…Leo. His presence, helping you finally, finally relax. Quieting those thoughts that keep you awake, soothing the anxiety that never really goes away.
Leo pulls you to the couch. Puts something on the TV. You can't really focus on it, though. You can only focus on the feeling of his hand, gently rubbing your nape. His solid presence beside you. The way he not only lets you relax into him but actively encourages it, pulling you closer.
Everything seems to blur. You're vaguely aware of the fact that he carries you to bed. That he's petting your hair, whispering soft words into your ear.
“Just relax,” he says, his hands trailing down to grip your hips softly.
And you do.
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Tag list: @yorshie @thejudiciousneurotic @khayalli @mxalmighty @justalotoffanfiction @luckycharms1701 @thelaundrybitch @shakeyourtrees
#turtlecleric scrolls#rise!donnie#yes you read that correctly#d o n n i e#non con#somno#MIND!! THE!! WARNINGS!!
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Is this purple fucker bothering you, hermosa?
No Thoughts. Only @desceros and @gbao3 BVAU Leo
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Brainwashed servant spends the entire day under the spell of obedience, but is forced to return to his previous self every night just to allow him to spend his few hours of self-awareness laying awake in his bed, milling over the new ways he’s been degraded
#oh my god can you IMAGINE??#what an EXCELLENT prompt I'm foaming at the mouth#Donnie using recordings of hypno's spell to keep you docile during the day but letting it wear off at night#using your attitude at night to see if you've made any “progress” with seeing things *his* way#you belong here#with him#can't you see that?#mm. not yet. you need a little longer he supposes.#godddddddd that's excellent#yandere#vibes
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Cleeeeriiiiiccccc your writing always makes me melt into a puddle on the floor especially your somno stuff it’s just so wrong in all the right ways. I live for the way you write Leo in them it’s just so ughhhhhhhhhhhh kill me now 😫😫😫😫😫
Oh my goodness you're so sweet! Thank you!! I'm glad you're enjoying :D
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Rise!Leo anyone? [Doesn't wait for an answer]
CWs: Implied non-consensual drugging and dubcon/somno-ish activities; to be clear, Leo is not a good guy in this
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You can't sleep.
Again.
When you call, Leo answers immediately. There's amusement in his tone when you ask if he might come over and keep you company. A chuckle that has goosebumps running along your arms when you ask him to bring some of that tea that helped you fall asleep so easily last week.
“Of course, hermosa.” There's something in his tone that you can't read, but… you're far too tired to care. You're sure he would tell you if you really needed to know. “I'll be over soon.”
Moments later, he's walking through the portal that sparks to life in your living room. Pulling you into a hug that has you melting against his plastron. He sighs, tightening his arms around you as he holds you for far longer than necessary - surely a sign of his concern, of his care for you.
When he pulls away, you smile up at him, and he smiles back before moving to the kitchen, pulling you along behind him without a word.
The tea is ready in just a few minutes. The warmth of the cup seeps into your hands nicely, the pleasant, herby aroma that fills the air already making your eyelids droop a bit more.
“Drink up,” he murmurs, watching you intently.
All it takes is one sip for you to feel the effects. Thoughts turning to smoke, muscles relaxing… it's truly amazing, this tea that he's willing to share with you. It must really be something special for it to work so well. Though, to be honest, you're not 100% sure that it isn't just…Leo. His presence, helping you finally, finally relax. Quieting those thoughts that keep you awake, soothing the anxiety that never really goes away.
Leo pulls you to the couch. Puts something on the TV. You can't really focus on it, though. You can only focus on the feeling of his hand, gently rubbing your nape. His solid presence beside you. The way he not only lets you relax into him but actively encourages it, pulling you closer.
Everything seems to blur. You're vaguely aware of the fact that he carries you to bed. That he's petting your hair, whispering soft words into your ear.
“Just relax,” he says, his hands trailing down to grip your hips softly.
And you do.
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Tag list: @yorshie @thejudiciousneurotic @khayalli @mxalmighty @justalotoffanfiction @luckycharms1701 @thelaundrybitch @shakeyourtrees
#turtlecleric scrolls#rise!leo#she lives! for now#part two coming later this week probably#somno#non con#mind the warnings!!
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you mentioned being involved with someone but not feeling sexually desired by them and i can't help but think of the phrase 'sunk-cost fallacy'
not that it's a lost cause, but, if you're unsatisfied, that's not fair to either people, and you might benefit from alternatives like ethical polyamory or at least some form of compromise.
you deserve to be truly happy, to feel wanted and to feel loved in all the ways you crave. there's nothing greedy or selfish about it. if the standing conditions are no longer ideal, it may be time to consider migration or adaptation- but either way, if your unique situation is unsustainable, don't kill yourself in the process of sparing someone else, you're worth so much more than that
I'll be honest, I'm not sure how to answer this. Thank you for your input! And kind words! I appreciate the concern, but I'll have to leave it there <3
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