So…does This Beat Do Anything For Anybody Else??? Or Is This Just Me??

Hey, how are you so amazing??????

Heh that's the last name don't wear it out 😉👉🏼👉🏼

Well according to Jim Rohn, “You are the average of the 5 people you spend the most time with.”

Soooo….who says that I'm not just trying to become amazing like you through simple osmosis?

THIS

Papa Leo is my most favourite thing in the world

*sound of mad cackling laughter* The work shift is done! DoBbY iS fReE!

*clears throat and fixes the cuffs of my sleeves as I also resituate my glasses before dramatically twirling my hand* Now on to the commentary! 😈

My reaction to this piece got me no joke like

The lines that made me specifically go oof:

👉🏼“And Raph making one last stand so that they can move.

His hands shake. The table is upended. Something, a noise perhaps, is ripped out of his throat before something smashes into a wall, and words, for once, tumble out of his mouth.

"YOU DIDN'T LISTEN!" > aaaaaaaa I feel the RAGE the desperation in this like woooooo doggie. I FEEL this for this hits way to close to home when in come to the mental turmoil of feelings. I literally mentally flip tables on the daily so this was catharsis to read, so I’m right there with Donnie.

Sophia, ma’am, how dare you. The audacity to make me relate. *SCOFF*

👉🏼“It's all his fault. And he can't fix it.

… But maybe…” > NGL I had a surge of hope that Donnie had some crazy idea to bring you back, one way he could in fact fix this because my rescuer complex/ recovering perfectionist is right there with him scrambling to find a way to fix it, to make it better, to make the hurt stop.

👉🏼”At least his death will be worth something.”

Baby. Honey. Sweetheart. No. Just…no. I’m writing this right after meeting with my counselor rn, so emotions are a bit high myself, but this hit harder than I’m willing to admit and so I’m hugging Donnie with my heart, NAY my entire soul. No, Donnie, your life means something NOW. Please don’t end it. Ashes don’t keep anybody warm.

The Crow and The Butterfly (One-shot)

One-shot, Character death mention, Angst, Rise Donnie, Apocalypse Timeline

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There are good days. The days he can concentrate. Try to figure out the next step and maybe, just maybe, how to win this devastating war. The days where he can almost manage to claim back who he was as he sits in his lab and works at incredible speeds.

There are bad days. The ones where he can barely get up in the morning. Ones where he can barely step into his lab before collapsing. The days when it hurts so bad, the two brothers he has left have to contain him.

Then… there are the days like today. The ones that start good, but quickly veer for the worst. The ones that make him think that everything will be fine before something, something just… breaks him. Breaks him and makes him feel insane.

He can't blame anyone when it happens, either. He just can't. Everyone is simply trying to get on with their lives, trying to make the base function as efficiently as possible. But sometimes… sometimes it just gets to him.

"What…?"

"Oh! Uncle 'Tello! Sorry for the mess."

Just like now.

He's not your child. Cassandra Jones Junior might have been born the day you were wiped from the face of the face of the earth, but he's not your child.

And yet, yet… with the way he's just starting to fill that chair. With the way he's behaving and the way his brother is raising him, he's starting to have trouble believing it.

"There was just so mu –"

"Out."

"… Uncle 'Tello?"

"I said out, Jones!"

Maybe he should get rid of that damn chair. Maybe he should just get rid of his entire monitoring set-up. Maybe… Maybe…

… It's going to be an awful day.

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I’m WoRkInG oN a LiTtLe SoMeThInG

PlEaSe BeAr wItH mE wHiLe My BrAiN rOtS

a girl who is a noir detective man and a guy who is a femme fatale

Just a little something I came up with while reading my scriptures today.

thanks for @saspas-corner for being my personal adviser in designing it 🧡☝🏼

I’m healing reading this 🥺🤧💙❤️🤌🏼✨

My heart thanks you @signanothername bless you hooman 🙏🏼🧡

Hey so remember this comic Yeah here’s a continuation, me and @intotheelliwoods are on war as to how we can break each other’s hearts, and in turn break yours too :)

anyway some notes cause this is full of headcanons

1- i like to believe Leo completely lost his ability to use his powers and tap into his Ninpo after Raph and DonDon's death, due to the emotional strain he suffered (going by the theory mystic abilities are heavily connected to emotions) unlike Mikey, Leo doesn't know how to deal with his bad emotions, simply ignoring them, and it just resulted in him losing his powers after so much emotional strain (i literally rambled about this on insta a while back fghjklsdfgh)

2- i like to believe Mikey learned how to absorb emotions out of people if that makes sense, u see Mikey holding Leo's face during their entire talk, Mikey was using his powers to absorb Leo's bad emotions, so that Leo can feel better

that's what the blue energy in Mikey's hands are, Leo's pain and sadness, and that's why Leo seems to actually open up instead of deflecting the convo with a joke or two, cause Mikey's powers made it impossible to do so

doing that however leaves Mikey to feel that pain and sadness, and generally speaking Mikey never does it unless as a desperate last measure, as Mikey prefers that his family open up by themselves instead of the influence of his magic

3- you see Leo calling Mikey "Mike", i like to believe the brothers use certain nicknames in certain situations, in this case, Leo uses the nickname "Mike" as a "i'm really not in the mood, this is serious", its very rare for Leo to use "Mike" outta all nicknames for Mikey, and Mikey hates when Leo uses that particular nickname cause he knows it's bad when Leo uses it, hence, why he resorts to absorbing Leo's bad emotions

4-ok so you see by the end that Leo gets to hug Raph one last time, this is Mikey's doing, Mikey's sharing his own Ninpo with Leo so his big bro gets to say goodbye to their eldest brother

moral of the story? Mikey's cool as fuck

My husband’s job primarily employs adult men but there is one (1) teenage girl and my husband said originally he worried she might be a bit of an outcast but instead every man on the crew was like “huh guess I am a dad/older brother now.”

Went looking for this one again; in a mood tonight

14. Three more hours

Hello sophia!!! 👋 Thank you for sending in this prompt! I had to sit on this one a bit, but I hope you like what I whipped up!

#14 "Three more hours." w/ all 4 turtles! (aged up Bayverse - some tension and some comfort ahead!)

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"Three more hours," you reassured yourself in a hush. "Just three more. You can do this. It's fine. Everything is fine."

What it was exactly that made you nervous in the first place, you couldn't say. You'd been more than ready to climb into bed. Eager as you crawled in under your weighted blanket, happily looking forward to sweet dreams that were hopefully waiting for you just on the other side of conscious thought. Tired eyes falling closed readily, sleep coming to quiet your mind, when suddenly, fear clutched at your chest, starting you wide awake.

Worry over four brothers flooded you. Four brothers who were out, moving about in the darkness of night, doing their part to protect this city you called home. Putting themselves in harm's way just as they did every night. Four brothers who, if you were really honest with yourself, you loved very deeply.

But why the anxiety tonight? Why the sudden stress? Sure, you worried about them all the time. Always the lingering concern for their safety and well-being. The secret life they lead was far from being risk-free after all. But it'd never shook you from sleep like it had tonight.

Something had to be wrong. Really wrong.

So here you were, pacing about an uncomfortably quiet lair, fretting over what dangers your four dearly cherished humanoid turtles had to be battling against right now. Trying in vain to occupy your worried mind. Distract yourself from your thoughts, imagination embellishing each into bleaker and bleaker scenarios.

Another glance at the clock. Another anguished sigh. "Two more hours." Could you do it? Could you remain there, drowning in perturbation, obediently waiting for their scheduled hour of return?

Your fingers tapped your phone. A quick text message couldn't hurt, right? You'd done it before. But what if that made things worse? What if they were in a bad position, injured and waiting it out for the threat to subside? And then the chime of your text gave them away? No. No, you couldn't risk it.

But surely, if there were something that serious going on, there'd be signs right? More sirens and alarms than normal. The media buzzing on the news with Breaking Reports. Chatter and static all over the guy's radios. A call from April or Jones at least. Right? Right???

A rumbling groan let loose as you slumped down onto their reinforced couch. How in the world did Master Splinter handle this? Especially when they were younger??? No wonder his brown fur was already grey, going on white. You were sure at this point you'd be joining him in that department soon yourself.

You couldn't handle this sitting and waiting any more.

You'd taken to scrubbing the floors throughout the common areas of the lair so intently that you didn't even recognize the next couple of hours slipping by. It wasn't until you heard heavy footsteps drawing near that you snapped out of it and rushed to the entrance. Nerves reaggravated and your stomach turning as you braced to be met with the terrible state they must be in.

But instead of confirmed dread, you were met with four very tired terrapins dragging themselves home. Exhaustion evident in their slumped shoulders and dropped heads. No apparent signs of injury or duress.

You could have cried in relief.

The four looked to you then glanced around to each other, then at the clock, and back to you. But there were no smiles. No hugs. No expressions of normal greeting.

Oh great, something really was wrong.

"What - what are you doing, (Y/N)?" Donnie inquired. He looked you up and down, taking in your rolled up sleeves, disheveled hair and the mop bucket just a few feet away from you. "And why are you cleaning? What's wrong?"

"Oh," you glanced back at the bucket of soapy water. "I - just - um - nothing's wrong. Just couldn't sleep," you lied.

Four flat expressions met your words.

"That's your stress cleaning," Leo stated matter-of-factly. "You only use that mop when you're stressed. What's going on?"

The four remained still in front of you. Each blinking slowly and giving slow, heavy breaths tied to weariness.

Guilt settled in where worry had currently been bedding. You twisted your fingers nervously. It was true. You were stress cleaning. And they were all looking like they were on the verge of collapsing. Yet here they were, waiting for your explanation.

You dropped your eyes. "I couldn't sleep because I was worried about you guys. Something just - just felt like it was really, really wrong. I just needed to make sure you guys were okay. That you were safe. I was scared - well - I guess I was just scared. For you guys."

No reaction.

When you raised your eyes back to the four, their expressions hadn't changed at all. Not one of them spoke to dispel your concerns.

So something was wrong!

Leo sounded off a few clicks. The other three immediately turned to their respective rooms. Leo following behind. Leaving you standing alone without a word.

Okay, you thought to yourself. Okay. They're just really tired. That's all. It's okay. It's alright. You wiped a shaky tear away from your eye. They're home. And they're all safe. That's what matters. You could talk to them about what happened later. They just to get some sleep.

Emptying the mop bucket, you tried to keep yourself from tearing up. Constantly retelling yourself that as of right now, there was nothing to stress over anymore. They hadn't meant to be outright rude. Or hurtful. Or show total disregard for your worry. They were just tired. That was it. It was okay.

Raph reemerged just as you were throwing your jacket around your shoulders. He was only wearing a loose pair of red shorts now. A heap of blankets atop his shoulder and his mattress pulled along under his other arm. He cast a look down on you under heavy eyelids. "Where you goin?"

Donnie and Mikey came into the room as Raph dropped his mattress down in front of the couch. For the first time you'd ever seen, Donnie was wearing shorts, and Mikey was in a baggy pair of lounge pants. They were carrying their mattresses and bedding as well. Leo, in silky blue sleep pants, joined right after.

Nothing was said as they began making their beds. Each mattress pressed against the other, fashioning a massive bed topped with extra blankets and pillows. You watched on, still unsure what the guys were doing.

You felt a pair of large hands on you, nearly making you jump. Mikey was carefully working your jacket back off your shoulders as Leo reached up, wrapping an arm around your waist. His pull was gentle as he encouraged you down into the middle of the bed. Donnie, Raph and Mikey climbed in right behind. The four of them settling in around you.

Raph's heavy hand curled around one of your calves. Mikey draped an arm over your waist. Donnie rested his hand over the back of your shoulder, his thumb stroking gentle circles as his tired eyes finally closed. Leo threaded his two fingers between yours and held your hand tight.

"Sorry we scared you." The words were quiet. Almost sounding ashamed.

"Hey," you soothed back. "No apologies. That's my job. To love you guys. And with love comes worry."

A gentle squeeze from Raph's hand and a heavy sigh from Mikey met your words.

"You guys are worth it. Especially to me." The five of you sat in silence a moment, taking comfort in all being together. "Goodnight, guys. Sweet dreams." You let your own heavy eyes close and snuggled in, happier than you thought having them all so close as you slept.

"G'night."

"Sweet dreams, (Y/N)."

"Night."

"Goodnight. Have sweet dreams," Leo whispered.

The lair fell back into silence. The four brothers laying still. Allowing the comfort of you being here, of them all being together, to help them drift off to sleep. Each silently resolving to themselves to not let you know how right you were. And how very terrible the night had actually been.

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Me at @luckycharms1701, @imagine-darksiders and @anobodyinabog

But uh…please don't kill the characters? 😅👉🏼👈🏼

Go hug your local writer <3 they're probably mourning the death of a character they themself decided to kill <3

oooooo this looks like a lot of fun! I do find myself incredibly chuffed with doing character boards like this and would love to give it a whirl!

Let’s seeeeee for assumptions for @canipleasegetthenumber15….hmmm I wanna say someone who has such a good heart that they get tired. A LOT. Because they care so much and they work so hard that they kinda feel dead to the world? But like, they’re gonna keep going because their peeps need them and no matter how tired they are, they’re gonna keep going.

Definitely somebody who gives good hugs and is in desperate need of one. A good long one, probably paired with a long nap and a fuzzy heavy blanket 🤔🧡

I relate to so many characters tho that it’s not even funny, but these are probably my leading ones.

Analyze as you will (and only if you want to, not pressure or anything) @saspas-corner, @anobodyinabog, @sophiacloud28 and @thelaundrybitch

I choose you!

Making a tag game cause I can

Rules: post 4 fictional characters you relate to and assume something about the person you reblogged from based on their characters

No pressure tag! @sidneyoftheblackwoods @mqstermindswift @stars-and-birds @zenilvar @forever-chained-to-myself @themidnightarcher @skeelly @thepencilsnameissteve @thislove-taylorsversion @thislifeissweeterthanfiction @swiftieannah @a-pessimistic-swiftie @catastrxblues @jellycanon @what-about-wendy and anyone else who wants to join<3