VOTE BATS AN BUTTERFLIES ISTG ISTG

Mmmmmm what if I said 2012 Mikey angst because my boy here is, I have to admit it, a bit of a player. :’)

Who knows, maybe we steal his time traveling girlfriend instead.

I decided to just call it finished instead of letting it rot for longer. I hope you enjoy!

Requests are open btw!

Player 12!Mikey, ficlet

Word count: 612

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“-C'mon, angel face, you know I'd never-”

“Do I know? Cause it seemed like she was all over you.”

“But I'd always choose you, baby cakes!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the wall. This wasn't the first time you'd had this fight, or similar, and you knew it wouldn't be the last; it wasn't the other thirty times. A hand came to your temple while you sighed.

“You sure like keeping your options open, though,” you huffed, eyes opening to glare at him under your lashes.

He physically recoiled like you lashed him.

“That's not what it is.”

“Then what is it? It can't be that hard to tell them to back off-”

“I don't wanna be an ass-”

“It's not being an ass, it's setting boundaries!”

He reached for you and you pushed his hand away with the back of your own, “I'm not dealing with your shit anymore.”

“What?”

“We're done. I'm sick of your people pleasing.”

“You can't just-” he said your name while you stood from the wall, turning to leave before you ended up in tears. “I love you!”

“If you did, you'd stop hurting me.”

You were thankful when Raph stopped him from following you, even if it felt embarrassing that he had heard the fight.

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It took about a week before you heard Mikey was kissing someone else in an alleyway. Leo had avoided your eyes and Donnie was even worse at keeping things from you. Especially when you gave him a look that threatened he'd burst into flames by pure will. When you turned to Leo with the same look because he hadn't told you first, he lowered his head like a dog that got caught chewing the furniture.

Any tiny piece of you that might have felt remorseful evaporated, as Michelangelo clearly disregarded everything so easily. Of course, your heart hurt, it felt as though some thorny vine was growing inside your chest; but the idea of feeling bad for him.

It was already a trillion miles away.

At least he had the courtesy to hole up in his room with his comics instead of being out here. At least he had some shame. Or maybe he just didn't want to see you. If that were the case, it was perfectly fine, considering you didn't want to see him either.

You rolled your eyes before squaring your shoulders, determined to beat the two turtles present in their favorite video game.

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It took you a couple months to fully get over everything. The brothers also quit walking on eggshells around you, aside from Raph who had always been blunt. Even Mikey stopped hiding in his room every time you'd come over, though he had a staring problem. You ignored it; he had ruined his chance.

Today you brought along someone new, whom you had warned about the friends they'd be meeting being mutants. She was surprisingly cool about it, though she was cool about everything. It's what attracted you to her in the first place.

“Guys, meet my girlfriend, Angel,” you introduced her. Only one person seemed unhappy, which was a rare feat considering he loved making new friends.

“Surprised she's not screaming,” Raph joked, fist bumping Angel while she shrugged.

“You guys aren't doing much to warrant a freak out,” she replied, shaking Leo's hand while Donnie just waved.

The three gave their names accordingly, but Mikey stood with his arms crossed, looking almost like he was pouting. Angel waved at him anyway. Besides the orange coded turtle's sudden jealousy issues, things went surprisingly well.

Michelangelo would just have to get over it, like you did.

about time i shared some of my doodles :P

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?

AND MEEEEE HEHEHEEHE🧡🧡🧡

@bees-from-the-void I'M SO SORRY THAT THIS IS LATE ART BLOCK WAS KICKING MY ASS-

Here's my gift for the halloween gift exchange!!! They said they'd like Donatello, and I said Bo staff training it is!!!

Rottmnt eyeball/side profile headcanons!!! :D

(Notes under the cut if you can’t read my handwriting lol)

1st picture:

Mikey: rounder, almost downturned, welcoming, soft, big eyes

Donnie: natural RBF 100%, almost always kinda closed, slanted/almost horizontal

Leo: very slanted, sharp, detail oriented, opposite of Mikey’s eyes, cat-like

Raph: horizontal, square shaped, lines under eyes from worrying, he’s just a big brother

2nd Picture:

Mikey: round, short, small snoot, round jawline

Raph: pointy, slanted (snoot), short (head), wide (head)

Donnie: big ol’ forehead, small snoot, tall head, sharp jawline

Leo: pointy, tall head, big ol’ mouth for yapping

Miscellaneous: Give my boys craniums!!! Space for brain!

Osomatsu san fandom here I come I hope you enjoy this it gets a little self indulgent somewhere in there but yea lesgo

I hate her.

Ichimatsu x reader, fluff? Angst? Background all matsus x reader, she/her pronouns, mention of a back scar

Word count: 454

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You're asleep at the Matsuno's house, something about drinking with Osomatsu the night before. Ichi didn't care to remember. Maybe he didn't want to.

I hate her, he thought, slotting in perfectly right behind you where you were curled up. I hate her, as he wrapped his arms around your warmth. I hate her, as he buried his nose in the scent of your shampoo. I hate her, as his hands traced the waistband of your pants. Your soft skin and fluffy hair and gentle breaths pissed him off.

He especially hated how you allowed yourself to get wrapped up in their filth, because you'd have to leave. Ichimatsu knew that, and his heart twisted up like it would shatter with the tension, and he hated that the most. Why were you torturing him?

Why spend your time with the six scummiest people?

Why give Oso money when you have so little?

Why spend what little time off you have doing things his brothers liked?

Why push yourself until your energy ran so low that, even now, with his horrible aura and cold hands and exploring touch, you didn't wake?

God he couldn't fucking understand you. I hate her.

He froze when you squeaked, hands stilling on your ribcage. He was trash but he didn't dare go too far, because he couldn't lose this just yet. You, he could do without, but not the warmth. He hated how comfy you were.

You turned in his arms, now facing him with your closed eyes and pretty lips. Your hands were so warm against his chest, fingers curled but palm flat on his hoodie. Your back was a perfect expanse of skin beneath his touch, even the scar. It was like you had a seam, like you were literally made to be so perfect and couldn't hide it. I hate her.

He squeezed your sides, eyebrows cross, expression loathing, just until you told him to stop. He wanted to rip you to shreds. "Ichi, cut it out," you grumbled, and he quit. He hated that you knew it was him. Hated that this song and dance happened enough that it was routine. Hated that the others weren't so eager to cherish what they had every second that they had it, even this. Even the rest. He was the one that got to see every expression you made with closed eyes.

You wrapped your arms around him, and his irritation turned into steam, vanishing in the waves of your warmth. He wrapped his arms around you, too, tight but not squeezing. He could feel your breathing slow against his chest. He buried his face in your hair again, taking a deep breath.

Ichi sighed.

I hate her.

He noticed you are looking a little down today (he also totally doesn’t also need one)

I.. I swear under streetlights is coming back soon, I swear-