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@fungalittlefreak Thank you for including me in this little game!

Rules: you will be given a five letter word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

My word was DANCE

Damn his dramatics; she needed a better sense of humor than this.

All accept one, who was only brought to their knees, though the chains still singed through the fabric of their disguise. Still seared when they reached skin.

Not you, not ever, you were too perfect.. but he was curious of your likes now. How could he hack into your email-

Creme brulee. Right. Another sigh, another spoonful and a taste. Your fridge had looked pretty barren. You needed this.

Enter another nearly identical man to the few you saw earlier, also trying his horrible luck with a job interview.

This was hard, honestly, but I did it! I Don't know if I have many writer friends that haven't already been mentioned, but uh @oleander-nin @beanieable @ I really need more writer mutuals hmu guys please LMAO-

Your word is FIGHT ; teehee makin' it hard

He did it! He won Autism!

The @autismswagsummit finals are over— congrats to my favorite boy for winning! Shoutout to all the other contestants too! I can’t think of more worthy competitors!

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GRAND FINALS

GRAND FINALS

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA-

HE'S MY BOYFRIEND HE'S MY BOYFRIEND !!!! I LOVE HIM SO; HE IS DEARLY !!!!!

Phobia Leo

PhobiaVerse Leonardo, representative of hemophobia.

(Don't let the silly demeanor fool you—he's the most dangerous of his brothers. He has no other choice if he wants to have any hope of protecting them.)

ive been calling him hunter in my head because. well. he hunts LOL

closeup under the cut!! :3

Happy Valentines Day lovelies! ♡･:*+.♡♡･:*+.

Saw @saltydoesstuff ‘s post on the turtles having skritches spots and drew something for it

Maybe I drew more and posted it somewhere else (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)…

Since it's apparently Boop day.

Leo's relationship with death

Leo really doesn't like to think about death.

I mean, we all saw how much impact Karai's death had on all of Mad Dogs but Leo was the only one that had to be dragged from her, yelling after her, he really, really didn't want to lose her.

And I think when he lost her it left a deep scar.

I saw posts talking how Leo wants for things to get back to normal and pretend nothing happened, which I completely agree with. I think it's in big part because of his fear of repeating losing a close one.

He REALLY doesn't want to even acknowledge death.

Here Raph seemed to be getting through to Leo-

-but the moment he mentions possibility of his family dying?

Nope, time to deflect, joke and feign ignorance.

Leo's aware that death is a big part of being a responsible hero and that's why he'd rather goof off with his brothers and not train.

Because obviously when you ignore something it just dissapears, right? So if they ignore severity of certain situations and possibility of dying it won't happen, right?

If they don't treat it seriously they'll be fine! Totally!

Then Raph shields Leo from the Krang and sends him away.

And it's as if Karai's death stared right in his eyes.

So Leo picks up the slack of leadership in order to save Raph. He behaves carelessly during this time but can you really blame him, he desperately wants to save his brother, to stop yet another family member from death that he is so scared of.

He still tries to be positive and nonchalant, that "pfff obvioulsy everything will turn out alright!" but at the end of the day, it's not that simple.

Casey's speech had hard time to really hit Leo, he's still avoiding confronting resposibility, literally and metaphorically turning away from it. But the moment Casey says Leo's whole family died?

Now that made an impact.

And every time his family is in terrible danger he looks absolutely terrified and basically every time Leo has to be dragged away to not just return and try to save them again.

And when there's nobody to drag him away?

First thing he does is sacrifice himself. Because I don't think Leo is scared of his own death, or at least he is not as scared of him dying as his family. He'd rather give away his life than live through another grief.

Obviously I'm not sayin that the rest of the fam isn't terrified of close ones dying. But while they seem less aware (Mikey) and/or more ready for the possibility (Raph)...

Leo's wholly aware but he'd rather not be and ignore his fears until he can't anymore.

Salveō! Would you be willing to take a writing request for a rise!Donnie x reader? (platonic pls!)

the storyline could be something along the lines of the reader eating one of Mikey’s food at dinner with the turtles and it being a bad texture. (For me, a big one is lumps in smooth substances. Like rice pudding.. *shudder*) Anyway, the reader gets overstimulated and shuts down, Donnie brings ‘em to his “sensory room” in the lab and gives pressurized hugs and back rubs until the reader is comfortable and regulated again.

I’m a sucker for autistic reader fics. There’s not enough of those :(

This seems adorable! I unfortunately don't get to the point of shutting/breaking down from bad food textures (though I do have foods I refuse to eat), but I'll try my best!

The Pudding

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Usually you loved dinner with the turtles. Sure, they could be loud and unruly, but somehow they didn't drain your social battery as much as other people did. Listening to the brothers fighting was entertaining, and they talked so much you didn't have to worry about finding something to say. Usually, you'd say it was one of your favorite activities, trying what Mikey decided to make.

Today, though, that couldn't be further from the truth. Dinner had been fine, one of the best Mikey has ever made, but you could feel the color drain from your face as he revealed a bowl for dessert. A lumpy pudding that you just knew you wouldn't like. You would have passed, but Mikey used his puppy dog eyes, and said something about it being something new he tried out. That's how you ended up with a small serving on your plate.

Raph and Leo ate most of it, saying the pudding tasted great, but for you it wasn't about the taste. Donnie had had some of his own, a smaller serving in comparison to his brothers, and he watched you watch the thing on your plate. Still, you steeled yourself and ate a few spoonfuls, ignoring the urge to gag. That'd be so rude. After maybe four bites you wanted to cry, physically unable to swallow the next spoonful but only feeling worse and worse with the texture just sitting in your mouth.

Suddenly Donnie pulled you up from your seat, walking you from the room just as the other three were about to start a food fight. With a three fingered hand on your back you entered the soft shell's lab, and your confusion got interrupted when a metallic claw offered you an empty garbage bin.

“Spit. I know you still haven't swallowed your last bite.”

Oh yeah.

You spit out the pudding and felt tears gather in your eyes.

Why couldn't you just be normal? Everything was great and you're being a baby over nothing.

The tiny garbage can had been placed elsewhere and you took the last couple steps into a room with low lighting. Brown noise seemed to be playing from hidden speakers around the room. You turned to Donnie, and of course he already had an answer.

“This is my Overstimulation Panic Room. When I get overwhelmed, I come in here and it helps.”

You nod, looking back around the room and wondering what exactly you should do to ride this out. It took a gentle touch to one of your arms for you to notice you were squeezing yourself.

“If you would like I could offer you some pressure in the form of a hug?”

Donnie rarely offered hugs; you found it very kind he'd do so just for your own little meltdown. With another nod he wrapped you in a hug and squeezed, his chin on your head. You could guess he was using those same metallic claws to do other things on his phone, but you wouldn't expect anything else. The buzz from the speakers let you focus on things other than your mind, sounding like wind, and the dim purple lighting meant your eyes could take a break from seeing so many colors.

You'd have to thank Donnie later, somehow.

I love being Squingle Dinglus coded

NEVER get into anything thats heavy on color symbolism bro . for months you will not be able to look at the color blue without instantly thinking of Squingle Dinglus

I've been dead for so long omg so here!! Have an art dump!!

This is my turtlesona, Belatova. She was raised by the mud dogs as a sort of younger sister/niece, but theres no strict familial placements.

I'll ramble more about her here!

Mickey specifically was the one who found her first, in the rubble of what once was draxums first lab. He figured it'd be useful to have something or someone that could get into small spaces. When he got home with her, the reception was not too positive.

"THE FUCK *IS* THIS SHIT, MICKEY?"

"I BROUGHT IT HOME CAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE USEFUL!!"

"'It', is literally, a CHILD-"

Despite their original reservations, they held on to her incase there were any missing child posters with a reward. The posters never came. They'd never admit it, but of course they grew attached to the little turtle as they raised her. Danny came up with the name Belatova, though Mickey called her tomato once and the nickname stuck.

Just because they had a younger member of the team, that never stopped their criminal behavior. She really *was* useful when she was small, whether it be getting into tight spaces or tricking the people of the mystic city, Tova excelled. Snake oil salesmen quickly became another one of their schemes.

"Just a bit of this and the turtle girl can suddenly do advanced math!!"

*"how does she know how to do that again?"*

"Hangs out with Danny too much I unno-"

The last time belatova saw them was before they were thrown in jail as seen in 'tales from the mystic city.' They had been gone so long she worried something might have happened and went looking for them, and when the mud dogs were finally freed, they came back to an empty hideout. They aren't so obvious about it, but they haven't stopped looking for her.

During this time, belatova met the Mad Dogs, and though there was initial surprise at there having been a missing turtle, they made quick friends. Of course, belatova loved her time with her lost family, but she still misses the mud dogs, and hasn't given up her search for them.

One (1) person joined my discord and I already became weak and posted the next chapter of my tmnt fic basically a week in advance LMAO

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Under streetlights - my ROTTMNT x reader fanfic! A poly fic where reader gets with all the turtles

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