I Believe In Transfem Leo & Transfem Raph Supremercy

Fuck I’m already in love with this

gives them kickass fucking prosthetics cuz im an artist and i can do whatever i want with my blorbos >:))))))) this is what lack of sleep does to a man

Am I alone in the possibility of optimus being obsessed with Ratchet to. I mean I doubt the party ambulance didn't have some fun with the prime at least one(hundred) times. They've known each other for years there has to be some feeling there. Optimus finding out Ratchet loves the human as well would just bring out a even bigger horn dog out of him. The possibility of actually getting sparked or sparking Ratchet or his human has him pleading on his knees lol

you and ratchet watching optimus begging on his knees to get sparked:

you are definitely not alone, i love this concept!

I also think that both Optimus and Ratchet would handle their feelings for you much better once it comes to light that they’re both hopelessly in love with the same human. They have a solid foundation for a relationship: unwavering trust, eons of knowing each other, and a deep understanding of one another. Because of this, you’ll become part of their relationship incredibly quickly after Optimus finally feels comfortable enough to confess to Ratchet just how much he loves you.

btw you both top optimus lmao

*flops into your inbox* 9 with bay Leo. Please?

Yorshie!!!! Hello, my dear!!!🫂🫂🫂 (scoops you up and dusts you off with a pat on the head)

T'would be mine pleasure! As always, I'm aging him up and adding in some sprinkles of what I think the future holds.

#9 "You ignored me" with Bay Leo (angst/comfort/confession)

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The air was so thick you were sure you would choke on it.

Mikey was spinning his nunchakus nearby. But whether he was doing it completely outside his awareness or to distract himself from his nerves was unclear. Raph was standing so still next to you it was downright unnerving. Arms crossed firmly across his chest; his glare so intense it could have melted a hole in Leo's face. Daring the blue banded ninja to so much as try taking a step towards you. Even Donnie appeared to be on edge, repeatedly casting quick glances over his shoulder at his eldest sibling between removing shards of glass and pebbles out of your arm.

All the while you sat there, twiddling your thumbs in your lap. Unphased by the sting of the road-rash anymore. The only real thought on your mind, how very unable you were to look Leo in the eye right now. Your chin tipped low, turned away almost to the point of making your neck cramp.

Leo, meanwhile, was seething. He was pacing like a caged animal behind Donnie's chair. Those piercing blue eyes of his locked onto you. Uncomfortably so.

It wasn't fear you felt in this moment though. No, in truth, it was shame. What you'd done was foolish. Downright stupid actually. Not to mention exactly the opposite of what you'd been told to do. So, you didn't blame him for his anger. Or his disappointment.

You knew better.

Donnie sprayed down your arm with antiseptic spray. Carefully wrapping the raw skin, he instructed you on care for the injury. Then he fell silent and looked at you a long moment with sympathy softening his eye. Maybe he was trying to convey that everything would be okay without saying the words. Maybe he was trying to stall to blunt the verbal lashing you were about to receive.

It didn't matter though. There was nothing any of them could do to stop what was coming. But maybe they'd hoped to delay the matter.

"Out." There it was. Leo's command laced with a snarl. "(Y/N) and I need to have a discussion."

Donnie's hand raised to your knee. He offered it a gentle squeeze. But he couldn't manage the smile he wanted to add with it.

"That's an order." Leo's voice was uncharacteristically deep.

This was going to go poorly.

With a deep breath, Donnie hesitated only a moment more before rising to his feet and ushering Mikey out of the med bay. Raph, however, refused to budge. Arms now dropped to his sides, digits curled in tense fists, he continued to glare down Leo.

You couldn't hear the rumble deep in his chest, but you could feel it vibrating through the floor. Carefully you reached out. Gingerly your fingertips stroked along the edge of his knuckle. The action rewarded you with Raph turning his gaze to you from the corner of his eye. "Hey," you softly offered, "It's okay. Go on." You ventured to give the edge of his fist a reassuring squeeze. "No sense in both of us swimming in hot water."

It took him a minute. But he finally relented, leaving you with a nod, and a growl directed at his brother.

A brief silence engulfed you as Leo waited to be sure the others had gone. You braced yourself. Knowing full well what came next.

"You ignored me." Leo's voice was low. So low it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. "You blatantly ignored what I told you."

"Leo," the words you wanted to say resisted coming free in your dry throat. "I know that I -,"

"I know you know! How many times have I told you over and over?! YOU DO NOT GET INVOLVED!" Leo roared. "Yet that doesn't appear to mean a damn thing to you since you just so willingly ignored everything I've told you! What the hell were you thinking, (Y/N)?! Tailing after thugs like that! Do you have any idea just how badly that could have gone!" he continued to bellow.

Tears were pooling on your lashes. Yet you refused to let them fall. Everything he said was true. He had told you. Almost every day. Do not get involved. It's dangerous. It's his job. Not yours. You had just wanted to help though. Did following behind a couple of thugs you overheard bragging about how much bank they were going to make selling a vial of synthetic mutagen really count as "getting involved?" The plan was just to find out where they were headed and relay the info to the brothers. Really, it was.

Perhaps your eagerness at "helping" got the better of you though. You obviously failed at being discrete. Since you were fortunate enough to escape nearly being run over with only a bit of road rash to show for your stupidity.

"Leo," you tried again. "I know. But I was only -,"

"You know! You know! But do you know, (Y/N)?" The leader in blue took quick, decisive strides toward you. "Do you know just how lucky you are they only decided to run your bike off the road? Do you know just how bad it could have been? How badly they could've hurt you? Or worse! Do you know -,"

A jolt of shock crashed over you as Leo unexpectedly wrapped you up in a shaky embrace. His beak pressing hard into the top of your head. " - just how badly you scared me?" his hushed voice broke past a sob. "I was so scared I was going to lose you, (Y/N). That I wouldn't get to you in time."

Reaching up to steady his trembling only made him squeeze you tighter.

"I only wanted to help, Leo."

The terrapin unwrapped his arms from around your form to cup your face in his hands. He rested his forehead against yours as the blue of his mask deepened from collecting tears as they fell from his eyes. "You mean so much to me, (Y/N). So very, very much. When I tell you not to get involved it's because I don't want you getting hurt. I don't want you to be in any danger. Not because I don't want your help. I - I don't know what I'd do if - if anything happened to you."

Hands still holding gently to your face Leo leaned in to press a sure and knowing kiss to your lips. Hoping, no praying, that the sincerity of his words and the strength of his devotion to you bled through.

You returned his kiss with one of your own. Hoping yourself it communicated you understood.

"I love you, (Y/N). Please, please promise me you'll never do anything that reckless again."

You nodded against his lips. Sealing your promise by pressing into him again.

And as he wrapped you up within his protective, strong arms once more you promised yourself you'd never ignore anything Leo told you from here on out.

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Hope you enjoyed!

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Mom and Dad🥺

one of my big pet peeves is when people look for 'justification' for fat characters to exist. "oh this character is a mage so they're not hauling heavy equipment and weapons so I Guess They Can Be Fat". no i think any character can be fat and we dont need to seek justification for a character to have a certain body type

Sunshine

This is based on an AU where the turtles eventually did decide to take Chief Vincent's advice and go public. This also ties into my headcanon where they all have jobs and own their own businesses. This particular scene was actually from an RP with the lovely @danceingfae it was just begging to be written.

Michelangelo × female reader

No warnings - just Mikey being a sweetheart when his girlfriend is feeling insecure.

Aged up characters of course

It’s no secret that ever since the turtles had decided to come out of hiding and join common society that Mikey had become something of a celebrity. He attended parties and charity events. Hosted his own events at his comic book shops and flirted and met up with girls from time to time. This was his lifestyle for a while. He’d initially thought it was the best thing ever. He got to have his fun, finally have the life he’d dreamed of, meeting girls, having relationships, one-night-stands, whatever he liked.

This all changed when he met you, of course. He’d had a couple failed relationships under his belt that hadn’t lasted long. One crazy girl had cornered him in his shop after hours, stripped off all her clothes, and begged him to put a baby in her. That was kind of the turning point where he realized that maybe being a celebrity isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Meeting you and falling in love with you brought the realization that this was all he needed and all he’d ever wanted.

He still had fans, of course, still had girls coming up in restaurants and coffee shops asking for a picture and his autograph, but it had slowed down considerably after the internet had found out he was taken. Mikey hadn’t minded that at all. It gave him more space to breathe and more time to spend spoiling and loving on his girlfriend.

On this particular day he’d taken you to a Panera Bread. He knew you were craving their signature broccoli soup in a bread bowl combo and had decided to treat you to lunch.

The two of you had been chatting, and you had been just about to steal one of his muffin tops when a gaggle of teen and older girls rushed their table asking for their usual pictures and autographs. Mikey was happy to oblige but did tell them to make it quick because he was having lunch with his girl, sending a flirty wink your way.

You blushed, giggling softly. He always made a point of making you feel special in situations like these.

One girl in particular wasn’t satisfied with just a picture and an autograph. She’d been giving you the side-eye during the entire interaction and blatantly slipped him her number right in front of you.

Now, this did sometimes happen, but Mikey was always quick to rebuff it. As the girl turned to leave, he had gotten up from the table to follow her.

Initially, the girl looked pleased, but her expression quickly turned sour when she found he was handing it back to her.

Mikey was unendingly kind about it. “Hey, thanks, but I’ve already found someone who has my heart. Here’s your number. You should save it for the right guy for you.”

Her face reddened in embarrassment as she snatched the number from him. Anger bubbling into rage she decided to be nasty. “You’re kidding, right? That’s your girlfriend?”

The unkind words were heard by everyone, especially you. You shrank in your seat, wishing you could disappear and wanted to forget about eating altogether and run.

Your boyfriend is stunned a moment at the venomous words but he is ever the gentleman as he answers. “Yes, she is my girlfriend, and I’m very proud that she chooses to be with me. Have a good day.”

Tears were threatening to spill over when he came to collect you, taking you out of the restaurant for a breather. “I am so sorry…” He softly spoke as you both sat on a bench nearby.

The words still stung as you clung to his orange hoodie and buried your face in his chest. You couldn't help but cry softly into him, feeling ugly and stupid. It seemed he knew exactly what to do to counter this, and it didn’t take long for you to realize you were being rocked. Mikey was singing to you.

“You are my sunshine… my only sunshine…”

The soft singing broke you out of your reverie as you wiped your eyes while simultaneously craning your neck to look at him.

Mikey actually was pretty good at singing, his voice was smooth, melodic and comforting as he continued.

“You make me happy… when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

A shaky breath is exhaled as tears threatened to overtake you once again.

“You okay, babycakes?” He whispered, caressing your face.

You answered, “Yes…” but it doesn’t sound at all convincing and he knows it. You can see him quietly asking you to be honest with him and find yourself confessing how you really feel. “I was just… feeling like I’m not… not good enough…”

Mikey calmly tucks your hair behind your ears so he can see your face. “Tell me why you feel that way.”

You’re unable to stop these feelings of shame and insecurity as you get all choked up again. “Why me? You… you could have anyone you want… but you chose me, why?”

His response is automatic like he’d been waiting for you to ask him this.

“Babe… you’re not just anyone. You’re mine. You’re all I want, and I think about you, like, all the time. Any other girl pales in comparison to you. Heck, they could be a playboy pinup, and I still would pick you. You are all I need.”

You can’t help but giggle as more tears spring to your eyes, the good kind this time and you have to kiss him because if you don’t in this moment, you’ll feel like you regret it.

The kiss is slow, sweet and passionate and you parted breathlessly, gazing at each other.

“I love you…” The confession catches him by surprise because neither of you had been the first to say it… until now.

Now, it’s Mikey’s turn to feel emotional. His voice is quiet and a little unsure as he asks for confirmation. “You love me?”

“Yes.” You answered without hesitation. “I love you, Michelangelo.”

Strong arms banded around you as he kissed you with even more fervor, before pulling back just as suddenly. “I love you too!” He’d been so caught up with kissing you that he’d forgotten to say it back.

You giggled and kissed his beak. “Well, I’m glad we got that out of the way, all it took was… a crazy fan.” She can’t help but laugh.

He laughed, too. “Just know, babe, that I’m proud to be with you, I’ll shout it from the rooftops if I have to… want me to? I’ll do it right now!” his smile and enthusiasm are infectious, and you are giggling as you shake your head.

“This is enough, I’m just glad you’re with me.” You had just snuggled into his embrace again when your stomach growled, reminding you both you still hadn’t eaten.

Mikey kissed your nose and stood, bringing you to your feet. “Let’s finish our lunch, babe.”

“That sounds perfect.”

From that moment on, nothing could shake your confidence in your relationship with Mikey. Nothing. He was there to stay, and so were you.

The End

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[SFW] rottmnt! donatello shows love through the little things.

he makes you little trinkets that will hold value in your day-to-day life; like that coffee maker that brews your coffee just the way you like it,

or that subtle purple bracelet that can display a holographic of your daily statistics (your step count, reminders for your day)

it's the way he will forcefully drag himself from his beloved projects in order to spend time with you, as meaningless as it all seems - because he's with you, and that does mean something to him.

it's the way he has no idea what you're talking about, only half-heartedly humming whenever you ask him a question, solely focused on the way you animatedly talk - completely love drunk.

it's the way his guard is lowered in your presence, apparent from the rumbling churr emanating from where he's sitting at his work station - content completely to be in your vicinity, and not daring to break the serenity of the environment to ask for more.

it's the way he forgot how nice it felt to have someone caress soothing circles into his soft shell, becoming complete putty in your hands and melting on the spot - eyes shut, and slightly drooling from the way his body just... relaxes, loses any and all tension.

it's the way you're his first waking thought, and also his last waking memory before sleep takes him.

nicknames ; darling, sweetums, love of my life favourite date ; you, him, cuddled in bed, ready for a jupiter jim marathon

TMNT 2012 SCREENSHOTS LEO EDITION

I've been rewatching the 2012 show (AGAIN)

And I got a quite nice amount of screenshots.

(Leo edition because I realised I have the goofiest ones from him and idek why but he has many silly frames I can't even pack in here)

BTW when I refer to characters as buff, big, broad, muscular or strong, this is what I'm imagining.

None of that dehydrated six-pack bullshit here, just wanted to mention that so we're on the same page.

my brain is literally fried because I’ve been sick with the flu for a few days, but I had to get this off my chest

as it turns out, tormenting your favorite scrimblos to make them feel even worse than you do has surprisingly therapeutic properties lmao

Thinking about obsessed!Optimus being utterly devastated by his own feelings. Withering away from love for you because it no longer allows him to function normally. About attempts at recharge that fail because your silhouette always flickers before his optics. About dreams that are always about you. About the way you constantly fill his processor. About his silent cries in your direction, begging you to free him from this hell, to accept all his flaws, perhaps even overlook them, so he could finally take a full, unburdened breath of relief, knowing he no longer has to suffer from loneliness.

But also about the boundless love he feels for you. About how much he would be willing to sacrifice to make you happy, even if it comes at the cost of his own well-being. About how he would offer you his spark on a silver platter if you expressed the slightest desire to see it, asking for nothing in return—only to then ask if there’s anything else you might wish for. About how, for your happiness, he would spill hectoliters of his energon just to see the faintest hint of a smile on your face.

About how he would rather let himself be devoured alive by scraplets than cause you the slightest discomfort. How he would rather rust away than bring you pain. He tightens the chain wrapped around his own neck, struggling to protect you from himself and his wretched, impure feelings. Delirious. Haunted. Unworthy. And yet, still so full of love. Needing you more than energon itself, ready to give up everything for you.

About how you have complete control over his life, and yet he will never be able to tell you that. About his trembling frame when he hasn’t seen you in too long. About the incompetence he exhibits when you disappear from his life for even a few days. About the vacant look in his optics, the lack of reaction to anyone’s calls. About the frequent patrols, hoping to catch even the faintest glimpse of you. About the thousands of tears he sheds as his entire being howls with yearning, even though he can’t help himself.

He is indisputably and unconditionally devoted to you alone. Yours and only yours, even though you will likely never be his. Loyal as a dog, returning to you every time, seeking solace. Trapped in a cycle of madness, condemned to eternal torment no matter how sweet the suffering born from you might be. Consumed by love, love that has sunk its teeth into his metal and will never let go. Beautiful but merciless. Addictive and terrifying, yet sweet all the same.

Because despite the agony, the slow destruction of both body and soul, Optimus cannot give up your conversations, your shared drives and patrols. He cannot stop loving you, completely blinded by devotion, desperately clinging to the scraps of kindness you show him when your eyes meet.

Lost, certain that his love for you will ultimately kill him, yet still humble — for death by your hand would be the greatest honor he could ever receive.