Something I Drew In 2023,some Of Those Really Came From Long Long Time Ago,but I Love Those Silly Doodles

OUUUU YEAAAAH!!!!!!!

14th or 15th, the same right??? These days that I was totally consumed by these sextuplets, I couldn't help it, you know?

I used some old designs (I think) of the game and all the phrases from Pinterest!! (I don't have enough imagination)

First time drawing all of them too... and hopefully not the last!!

Matsu Games pt. 2

Pt. 1 > here

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

If these two ever met they’d probably annoy the shit out of each other in a sorta older “responsible” sibling vs. younger “wild card” sibling way.

My gender is a lot of the same

What.. what does this mean

@8-bit-angel @oleander-nin @/ whomsoever sees this and wants to join!

Type "my gender is" on your phone and let your phone finish the sentence, then tag your moots to keep the chain going, I'll go first.

My gender is a little bit more intense than I thought I could have done

@mirukosbitchywife @get-junpeid

Habits (Mikey x OC)

so i'm collabing with @spoopyblues214 on ao3 for kinktober... i wanted to share my day 4 (teratophilia prompt) oneshot here for a little more reach >:)

NSFW !! MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST !!

i'll paste the link on ao3 here (you BETTER read spoopy's chapters too /nf) and !!! i made an ai cover of mikey singing the song this oneshot was named after posted on tiktok :D

Mikey’s casual affair didn’t last more than a month, but he admits it was one of the hottest months of his life so far. She was taller than him by a head, her red scales always shimmered in the lowlight, long white hair cascaded in ringlets down her back, her debauched features are still fresh in his memory, and the thought of sucking on her cock while her pretty hands tugged on his mask tails in a Hidden City alleyway made him grip his knee to keep his leg from bouncing out of control. He took a deep breath, taking a sip of his drink at the bar he managed to find outside of Big Mama’s or Masters of Barbarianism territory, the peach flavoured vodka burning his throat briefly. He thought he had a little bit of reflection to do, getting involved with Boss Bruce’s daughter the way he did.

~

“Garçon! Get me a bottle of the finest champagne you got!” The snake at Boss Bruce’s table laughed as the other yokai in the party chuckled amongst themselves, the dinner party in full swing now that the Dons were all gathered together. Señor Hueso once again asked the turtles to assist in serving at his restaurant, this time with only one MoB reservation, and it was for a celebration. Leo couldn’t make it, so Mikey and Hueso were all by themselves for the night, waiting on a large party of eleven. Mikey went to grab the champagne, pouring everyone glasses until Boss Bruce stopped him from pouring one to the only other dragon yokai at the table. “Not her. She's not old enough to drink. But get her whatever she desires.” The boss waved off, turning to a snake beside him and whispering in his ear when he asked a question. Mikey looked at the dragon yokai who looked similar to Boss Bruce, her antlers more polished, and her black formal dress hugged her body just right. Mikey tried his best to look respectfully, waiting for her request with bated breath.

“Get me something that looks like a fruit juice, but mix me a surprise.”

She winked, and Mikey rushed back to the kitchen. He tripped through the door to get to work on mixing her a concoction. Then, he hurried back with a tall glass, cherry heart shaped ice clinking together, pearl dust shimmering in the rose lemonade, and raspberries floated with golden flakes at the top. Present Mikey smiles, remembering how he mixed that drink, it being one of his proudest creations. He had added two shots of Pink Whitney before he placed it upon a silver tray. He brought it back out to rest the glass in front of the gorgeous dragon yokai and her eyes widened at the presentation. Mikey leaned in, his breath fanning against her neck as he spoke, “I didn’t know your preferences, so I added two shots of vodka. This one’s on the house if it’s not to your palate.” Smoke wisped out from her nose and there was a glimmer in her eyes as she looked back at Mikey, who had already gone back to the kitchen to cart the main course to the table, handing out the food with Señor Hueso. To the young lady yokai’s dismay, her father asked for Señor Hueso to tend to her for the rest of the night. Bruce didn't like the way her snout flared when the turtle leaned in, knowing the facial expression all too well. Mikey minded his own business, handing out everyone’s orders and finally getting a break as Hueso double checked if everyone was satisfied.

~

Mikey looked at the dancers in the club, finishing up his peach vodka, sighing to himself when a deer yokai in semi-formal attire sat next to him, ordering a margarita. The bartender looked at Mikey and pointed to his empty drink. The mutant turtle nodded, nudging his glass closer to the bartender’s side. The deer spared a glance at him, deciding to strike conversation. “What brings you here this Friday night?” They queried, and their margarita was placed in front of them, salt sprinkling off the rim. “Boredom.” Mikey isn’t in the mood to talk, not when the deer’s antlers looked too familiar. "Are you sure it's boredom?" They urged as politely as they could, sipping their drink, puckering their lips from the taste. Mikey sighed, looking up at the deer with a forlorn expression. "Mm, I've felt that way before. Let me keep you company for a while."

~

Señor Hueso stepped into the kitchen, dropping his customer service smile to frown at Mikey. “What are you doing?” He waved his bony arms, his accent becoming a little thicker. “What? I served them except for the lady my age, Boss Bruce asked you to take over for her service.” Mikey put his empty glass in the sink, and he started filling up the basin with water, adding a generous amount of dish soap. “She wants to see you when her father and his… colleagues leave.” Hueso went to the fridge, taking out the ingredients to make a fresh dessert. Mikey stiffened and he turned around to stare at Hueso. The skeleton yokai looked back with a face that spoke the obvious. “All the tips are going to you, you know.” He shrugged, turning back to continue making dessert. Mikey immediately stepped back out to gather everyone’s plates, carrying the heavy porcelain in a show of strength, which impressed the party of eleven into quiet applause except for one. The lady dragon yokai smirked and Mikey felt heat spread on his face. He felt like a fool. He stepped back into the kitchen as Señor Hueso finished the plates of dessert, only counting up to ten plates worth of flan with strawberries on the side. “Who didn’t order dessert?” Mikey inquired, raising an eyebrow at Hueso. “Bruce’s daughter. She said she wanted something else. Now go!” Bony fingers gripped the turtle’s arms and pushed him out of the kitchen with the cart full of dessert.

He handed out plates of flan to everyone, but his white sleeve was tugged when he passed by the young lady, and it took some ninja skills to keep his balance, her snout was right by his head as she whispered, “You’re my dessert tonight, pretty peach.” She let go and Mikey had trouble adjusting himself, the cart dragged behind him as he stepped into the kitchen, catching his breath. The Masters of Barbarianism dinner was over, he just had to wait until everyone left. As he washed the dishes he heard the kitchen door open, and he thought it was Señor Hueso until he saw those pretty, manicured red claws grasp the edge of the sink basin, trapping Mikey in front of her. “Hey,” her voice rang in his ears, and he shivered when her snout was a hair’s breadth from his face. “You said your name was Michaelangelo? You introduced yourself at the beginning of dinner.” She grinned, and the turtle could practically feel her jaw clamping down on his shoulder as he–

“You can call me Mikey. What’s your name, sunshine?”

She stopped, separating from Mikey, and more tendrils of smoke flowed from her nostrils, she was seemingly blushing; as close as a blush could get, what with her crimson scales. “That’s not important, you could call me whatever you want, Mikey… Would you care to join me for a night in my father’s hotel? It’s not as big as Big Mama’s but… I think you might like it.” She giggled, reaching to twirl one of Mikey’s mask tails in one of her claws, and he returned the gesture with a slight snap of the thin strap of her dress after he dried his hands. “I’m banned from Big Mama’s hotel actually, so when I’m done here you could lead the way.” He put on his best bedroom eyes and she bit her lip, stepping away to wave. “I’ll be waiting then~”

~

A new glass of peach vodka on the rocks was placed in front of Mikey and he immediately took a swig, letting the deer talk about the reasons why they were at the bar tonight. He listened, watching the yokai down their margarita slowly, watching the way their mouth moved, the way their tongue licked their lips. It was almost sensual. Almost. “You said something about working on the surface, do you have a cloaking brooch?” Mikey asked in mild interest, rubbing the water droplets on the side of his glass. The deer lit up, going on about the origins of how they got their cloaking brooch and how they got to apply for work topside. The turtle mutant watched the way their reddish-brown fur faintly glowed in the neon light of the bar, flashing back once again.

~

“This is it! My father’s going to be out late tonight, so I have the penthouse suite to myself… But we could absolutely go to one of the roomier hotel rooms if you so desire.” The dragon yokai stepped past the bellhop, waving at him and stopping by the front desk. “Whatever’s comfortable for you, angel,” Mikey continued walking with her, stepping in the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, she pinned him to the wall, locking lips hungrily, savouring the taste of him as he hummed in surprise, his hand moved up the slit of her dress and played with the smooth silk of her panties. She grinned through the kiss, and then the elevator announced they had arrived at the penthouse, waiting for the yokai to punch in the security pin. She pushed the buttons in annoyance, then pulled Mikey out to rush into a bedroom—hers, to be exact—and she locked the door, starting to undress him. He slipped his fingers under the straps of her dress, reaching behind her to unzip it. The satin fell from her shoulders and stopped at her hips. Mikey urged the dress to fall even further, inching it down her wide hips, past her tail, and she stood in orange satin panties that complemented the scales of her stomach and broad chest. The turtle’s eyes dilated at the sight, his breath wavering before he rushed to finish undressing himself, unbuckled trousers on the floor and dress shirt in wrinkles with his vest across the room.

She began pulling Mikey in for another kiss, but he stopped her, looking her up and down. He admired the way the light hit her scales, the way her tail swished from side to side in anticipation. “I can enhance the mood, if you want?” her manicured claws reached for the remote belonging to her LED lights, turning them on to a blood orange that had Mikey pinning her to the bed when she returned to him, her chest against the Egyptian cotton, knees spread as he kneeled between them, and she gasped at the change in position, panties already forming a wet spot with her pre. The mutant turtle took a mental picture of the view, the way her back arched and how her tail raised readily, the back of her thighs right against his. Her white hair fell over her shoulder when she turned to look at him, biting her bottom lip with sharp canines. Present Mikey gulps down his fourth glass of peach vodka and asks for another one from the bartender. “Before you… do anything… I need to disclose something,” She opened her nightstand, and reached for her hidden bottle of lube. Mikey played with the waistband of her underwear as he sat up. “I’m into whatever you want me to be, beautiful,” he smiled, the gap in his teeth made her snort a bit of smoke, heat rising in her cheeks from the adorable sight. “I’m trans… I surely don’t doubt you know how to work with a dick, considering you look like you got one yourself?” She laughed her blush off, handing Mikey the lube, and he pulled her panties off. He watched the way her cock twitched from the exposure. The orange masked turtle licked his lips and poured lube in his hand, lightly pressing a finger up to the dragon yokai’s clenching hole. She lay on her bed, took deep breaths to relax, and Mikey’s finger dipped in slowly so as to not hurt her. “Anything to please you, angel.”

~

“What did you say your name was? I’m afraid you didn’t introduce yourself,” the deer smiles kindly, leaning on the bar with their head in their hand. “Name’s Angelo,” Mikey hums. The alcohol in his system wasn’t taking effect as fast as the bar he went to last week. He finishes his drink and goes to ask for his fifth... sixth one? Before the deer interjects, asking to get two concoctions of pineapple-orange juice mixed with Don Julio Blanco. “It’s a cocktail I make at home,” the yokai informed, and the bartender handed the two their glasses. Mikey sits up straight, about to protest, but the deer interjects yet again. “It’s also on me, so don’t get your panties in a twist,” they snicker, sipping on their drink. The turtle shrugs, gulping down the drink, grimacing at the new kind of burn in his throat. “Woah, this is strong,” Mikey shook his head, suddenly feeling dizzy as he stared at the ring of condensation on his napkin. It looked a little blurry.

~

“M-Mikey…” The dragon lady yokai gasped, gripping the brick of the wall she leaned against, then reached to tug on the orange fabric of his mask at a particular lick Mikey knew would make her knees buckle. “N-not here… my dad’s colleagues… fuck,” her voice deepened the way Mikey liked, he puffed out his cheeks as he took her in his mouth deeper. He blew her for a minute more before pulling himself off and responding, “Let them see how pretty you look, sunshine, let them know I’m the one that gets you like this,” he churred, nuzzling against her thigh under her skirt, and she trembled while his hands reached to hold hers. The box turtle rubbed his thumbs along the backs of them. Intimately. She pulled them back, but Mikey took that as a sign to lift her up, a feat she had always wondered how he could do considering she was twice his weight. With Mikey now standing, he unbuckled his trousers and spat on his hand. He reached for the tender area right under her tail and stroked her before he plunged a finger inside, a small whine escaping her throat. She panted, looking down at the box turtle mutant with affection in her eyes as the stars were held in his. One hand held her up against the wall while the other jacked her off, and spurts of her essence covered his hand, all while she whimpered and he complimented her to the point where she wanted to become a puddle on the ground.

“You look so pretty when I make you cum, honey!”

“I can’t wait for us to go back to yours so I could stay between your gorgeous legs for as long as I want.”

“We could do this all night if you want to, angelface.”

It all came to fruition when they arrived back in her bedroom, cries of ecstasy leaving her lips as Mikey thrusted into her, desperate groans of passion echoing in the walls. He moved to grasp her white hair, leaning down to bite her neck, his other hand stroked her cock at a steady rhythm matching his pace. He continued whispering filthy things about how he could watch her come undone for hours, how he would love to watch her touch herself knowing he could touch her better, how cute her dislodged scales looked if he scratched or bit too hard, and before she knew it, her juices made a mess of her sheets yet again, while Mikey came inside her, his own cum leaking from her while she hugged her burning pillow, sniffling at the loss of yet another cushion she could easily replace. She quaked, still sensitive from her orgasm, and Mikey pulled away to start getting on with their usual aftercare routine.

~

Mikey is on his seventh drink and he doesn’t know his left from his right, laughing along to every joke the deer yokai told, reciting some of his own, the two seemingly laughing at nothing. The bartender told them she would hold off on serving them unless they leave or sober up, so Mikey stood from his bar stool, blinking up at the deer yokai who decided to stand with him. That’s when he gets the urge to go for what he had been thinking about all night. “Why don’t we go back to my hotel room, angel?” He slurred with a wink and a grin, standing a little closer to the blushing red stag. “As long as we sober up… you’re my dessert tonight, pretty peach,” they giggle, adjusting their black dress, linking arms with Mikey as they walk out of the bar. The mutant box turtle looks up, blinking, seeing red scales instead of fur in his haze, a smile playing on his lips as the two retire from the bar for the night. “That’s what I like to hear, sunshine."

DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

i'm back so soon for once lmao

here's some portal duo art cuz i realized i've never just drawn them before!! brains and brawns is next cuz i realized the same thing 💀

Last song I listened to is Choke by IDK HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME.

I was just listening to my day list. I hadn't actually listened to this song for a while, but I still like it!

Currently watching Fallout.

I'm terrible at sitting down and watching more than one episode of a show when each episode is an hour long, so I've watched an episode every now and then. It's good so far! I've been watching youtube videos about the games now too.

I'd pick Savory

Salty flavored foods are just so much more preferable to me. Sweet things get to be too much rather quickly, and then I can't handle spicy foods if they get too hot, but savory foods are always delicious.

Currently obsessed with TMNT

Still, somehow. I'm a fan of a lot of different things, including now getting more interested in fallout because of the show mentioned earlier, but nothing stays in my thoughts throughout the day like the turtles do <3

My favorite color is Blue

Specifically light blue, and in general I like cold colors. Light blue, mint green, cool purples are amazing. I hate orange.

@fungalittlefreak @8-bit-angel @astral--horrorshow @beanieable and anyone else who want to join of course !!

I got tagged twice in this and I think it's so cute!! I'm gonna do mine apart because I don't wanna bury things under chains atm!

Tagged by: @skittlesqueen101 and @ze0n-wuz-here

Last song I listened to: This is my favorite band

Currently watching: Nothing, but the last thing I watched was Jujutsu Kaisen with some friends on discord!

Spicy/sweet/savory: SPICY🔥

Relationship status: Single

Current obsession: I have three at the moment? DC comics Flash (Wally West specifically), Across the Spiderverse and ROTTMNT

Fav color: Red!

Tagging: No pressure! Trying not to tag people who have already been tagged and failing... @yourlocalartsonist @yosajaeofficial @rottmntsimp @notjustdragonspages @lordfreg @chessman-protocol

OMGGGG I LOVED YOUR WRITING WITH ICHIMATSU (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

If it's not too much trouble, could you write something with Osomatsu? (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠) Only if you want to!

Thank you, have a nice day/night! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

OMG THIS WAS SO NICE TO FIND ! I already had something written for Osomatsu actually, as he's my favorite, but that was specifically for my self insert. I wrote something new for this request instead! Though, lemme know if y'all want my self insert content too..

Worth it

Osomatsu fluff, horror movie, his pov, no specific gender on reader.

Word count: 437

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Osomatsu was being incessant. It was one of his best qualities, actually, if anyone were to say anything. And he was using that best quality on you today, bugging you at your place of work, causing looks from any passing customers. It's not like he cared.

"C'mon! You're not doing anything, why not watch a movie with me?"

"Oso, I've told you I'm no good at watching horror movies."

"I'll hold ya if you get scared," he teased, giving you one of his best grins.

"Fuck no."

He wilted, hanging his head and groaning loudly before perking in a second.

"Look! Look. One movie; no smooching, no grabbing, not even touching."

Unless you want me to-

"Fine."

His eyes widened. Was he still in his head? There was no fucking way you really-

"My place, I'm guessing. One horror movie."

"Yes! Yes, oh my God- uh-hah-" He was still in disbelief.

"I'll see you at ten."

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This was bad. He was gripping his jeans, sitting straight, and it wasn't even cause he was struggling to keep his hands off you. Well, he was, but for different reason than usual. You sat with a knee up, wearing comfy clothes that he had never seen you in, and with a bowl of popcorn in your lap. He couldn't even look at you, the screen having his attention. It was a typical horror movie scene, some girl making the wrong choices in a chase, and he was sweating. You had no reaction, seeming almost bored, and he had really thought he'd be fine. Things weren't how he planned at all.

"Oso?"

He flinched, only noticing he had been shaking thanks to your question. "I'm fine!"

Looking at you, your expression seemed amused, if a little confused.

"Okay, if you say so."

The screen flashed with a jumpscare and he screamed, jumping and crawling up on the back of your couch, eyes closed tightly. He screamed again when he felt something touch him, eyes opening wide in a panic and just seeing your hand. You had leaned over; the popcorn bowl was set on the side table. He could feel his face burning.

"Do you want me to hold you?"

He looked down at his own lap, your hand on his knee.

"You think I'd ever say no?" He replied, still trying for his typical type of response. You rolled your eyes, seeing through him easily and scooting close, wrapping an arm behind him. The fear was worth it, he thinks, his head on your shoulder so he could turn into your soft hair when things got too scary.