INTEREST CHECKKK :3c

Karamatsu’s turtlesona….

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

picture all 4 kings falling for the same gal

Asking the real questions oh my gosh- also my writing tends to lean gender neutral, with a heck ton of nicknames-

Ok so, for a base, you don’t live in any of the boy’s kingdom but in the boundaries or a neutral area.!

Number one: POLITICAL NIGHTMARE- OH THE POOR ADVISORS- SOMEONE GET THEM A DECADE OF PAID VACATION-

The near constant barrage of letters you receive from the advisors begging you to make a decision of either picking a king to marry, or simply declare your not getting married for their sanities and safety-

Number two: PETTY ASS BROTHERS- ALL THE SABOTAGE YOU CAN POSSIBLY IMAGINE- THINK MONOPOLY GAME NIGHT BUT WORSE-

There’s constant sabotage between the four, no honor among thieves or trust between the them.

Any of the subjects from the other’s kingdom is eyed with suspicion and for good reason-

Plans are often eavesdropped on before reporting them back to their king for ideas on how to sabotage-

Number three: You get so swarmed- be it the people of the kings trying to show how amazing their respective king is! The people of each kingdom have never been so united against the other kingdoms…..

Can’t even open up the curtain of your home or so much as gesture towards stepping out of the building, before the people of each respective king is chanting, swinging banners, yelling about their king’s great attributes for marriage-

You’d think that any of the kings have some kind of restraint or second thought about how all of this chaos would affect you-

Nope-

Constant invitations to dates, parties, one-on-one time to get to know you better-

If and when you leave your house, you find so many people talking about or showing banners of their kingdom and king-

Boos’ leaving books and research papers on all of the amazing technological advances King Don is making. Their king is eternal! And making so many advances for the betterment of the whole world!

Koopas’ showing you records of how strong and kind their King Raph is! He helps them train and grow stronger! Helps them build new buildings and homes, gives them a lot for their own betterment!

The bob-omb’s bringing pieces of King Mikey’s art and sculptures to you. Even decorating your home and its pathways. He’s so creative and freeing! Despite the fear of explosions-

The poor poor toads…..They don’t get paid enough to deal with their prince’s shenanigans…. They come to you whining about whatever important meeting Prince Leo skipped-

Main takeaway:

Your very likely to be picked up by one of the kings or their people before being dragged about to hang in their kingdom-

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Never in your wildest dreams would you have considered yourself royalty material-

Maybe back when you were a naive child, ducking and diving in between you parents legs.

The thought of marriage was a fickle one as well, whistling as it quickly crossed your mind before vanishing with the next flutter of your eyelids.

However, fate, irony, and correlation but possibly causation, seemed to be scheming over the course of your life.

Yet of course, each one had their own plan and vision for your future.

Which…..brings you to this…..event? Day? Mess? Mess. Which brings you to this mess.

Confetti, stamped in colors, insignias, and crests of royal kingdoms greeted you at every twist and turn.

Your once peaceful little town, now overridden by mischievous, determined, and headstrong folk having migrated from the main kingdoms.

And for what wondrous and beautiful reason do you have, to thank those above as they breathe new life, joy, and competition into your little hometown? Well-

“My love look! My people are showering us in petals, which is simply a tiny fraction of what love I and my kingdom hold for you dear. Let’s go greet them with smiles, hm?”

“A display of this caliber is tacky, a waste of money, resources, even ultimately your limited time on this earth. My dear violet, follow me and I’ll regale you of the successes in any and every field imaginable!”

“I made a picnic for you my muse! I hade made the food, made from ingredients grown my kingdom and by my people! I even made the picnic basket, plates, and the blanket by hand! And that’s only a taste of my art!”

“There’s a new store selling paired plushies….ones that are customized, you can dress them to fit a loved one….I can carry you little one if you’d like to come with me?”

“Come on! Won’t you take my hand?”

It’s…..complicated?

Matsu Games pt. 1

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I bet his bum he dreams of having a girlfriend.. but mutant turtle he is, he'll never meet love and will only dream about it.... literally

Also please please PLEASE if this comic comes off as suggestive or uncomfortable PLEASE NOTIFY ME AND I WILL REMOVE IT. I sometimes can't grasp my mistakes.

I realized I've been beating myself up with the thought that I can't write unless it's for something, and its clean and finished, which isn't good. This is my first step to try and get out of that!

Rise Raph × reader angst!

Red Red Red

Word count: 363

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Your vision blurred, the bright things brighter from the cold that teased the edges of your eyelids but didn't dare fall. The pain had been so much just moments before, but too much morphed into nothing, either thanks to shock or something else. You flinched and turned away from an impact you heard to your left, only for light to breach the rubble that had you trapped.

"Softy!"

You recognized that gruff voice, even further recognized the red masked face that looked at yours.

"Hey, Raphie," you murmured, only for the use of your voice to push discomfort up your throat until you coughed it out.

Raphs eyes looked so small, so scared, focused lower on your body rather than your face. You hated seeing him so uneasy. He was rarely free of unease. You felt so bad for doing this to him.

His hand must have touched you, as the buzzing ache turned sharp and ripped a screech from your chest. He pulled his hand away immediately, eyes glancing to the red you saw painting his skin, only for him to instead look at your face. You wondered, same as him, how you were the one so calm in this moment. Tears fell from his eyes, fat and wet and soaking his mask a similar color to his hand.

"I-I can't- not you," he begged, your name coming out a strangled sound.

"You won't," you replied, doing your best to smile just to sell it. He didn't say he didn't believe you.

His hand, painted in red, colored your skin and hair as he brushed his thumb on your cheek. You leaned into his touch, your tears finally falling aswell. It surprised you when his lips crashed into yours.

And he smothered you, and you wanted nothing more. Your lips moved against his like it'd be the last time, knowing it'd be the last time, desperately trying to convey just how much you love him. He returned it with an even greater level of care, trying to convey just how much he needed you.

Everything faded away in that kiss. The world, the pain, sight and sound and touch.

Raph sobbed alone.

Meaningless sketches

I made myself ramen and then forgot about it for 2 hours due to ao3 news brainrot cause I'm just enjoying watching everyone freak out for some reason lmao

they all need therapists