We should talk more about how instinctively respectful and polite the two hotheaded brothers of the bunch are. I mean, c'mon.
Before one of their first-ever human interactions, when Raph finds out that Murakami is blind, and thinks Mikey may have been a tad insensitive, he shuts that down with no hesitation. Doesn't say a word, which on its own communicates that he feels Mikey should know better because it's common sense. He thinks that this man, who he's never met before, who he knows nothing about other than he's a chef and he is blind, deserves inherent respect from his brothers.
And for his part, after Donnie and the brothers save Murakami and he offers to make them food, Donnie- through no influence of others, since he is the first to use this title, and April previously called him "Mr. Murakami" when she was telling them about the shop owner- decides to apply an honorific title "-san" to Murakami's name.
"Murakami-san, that was awesome!"
If they used the title "-san" all the time, then I wouldn't think much about it, but they don't. This is one of the few occurrences that it's used, and it's from when they're straight out of the sewers.
I really think this is a fact that goes under a lot of people's noses when they write fanfictions or the tempermental brothers interacting with others in general. If they have reason to suspect that they shouldn't like you, then they can be crass, sarcastic, and dismissive. But if you're just an everyday person? Not a threat and not on their bad side?
You can tell Splinter raised them right because they can be some of the most genuine and respectful young men on earth.
Leo hates having sex in your car. He’s confirmed the feeling on a random summer night, long after you both should’ve made it back to the lair for patrol summaries. He can feel his growing frustration with the small space each time the two of you adjust your heated fondling to accommodate. It’s pushed further when he’s finally buried inside you, his squeeze tight as he helps you rock and grind against him in small, almost sporadic movements. He’s forced to reckon with the short time you have, ignoring just how badly he wants to take his time and enjoy the fluttering of your slick walls instead of hammering an orgasm or two out for the both of you. He really hates your car, he decides after you both still with muffled cries from a few of your quick bounces on his lap.
Leo hates having sex in the dojo. He decides when he’s meant to be meditating one morning after a night of desecrating the space. He can still smell the aroma of arousal twinged between the sharp scents of the incense you lit on your way out. He can so easily visualize the way your eyes rolled when he had you splayed out across the floor with your heels resting just a bit above his shoulders, the warmth of your velvety walls squeezing around his cock contrasting the cool of the dojo’s wall paneling against his hands from when you’re both pressed against them, and the dazed look in your orbs paired with the small indent your knees left from when you so kindly drooled around what you could fit of him in your mouth. His focus is completely shot, especially when his mind keeps wandering to how pretty you were shyly wrapped up in his blanket before sneaking back to his room early enough to easily miss his brothers. He really, really hates having sex in the dojo when everyone has a wisecrack ready during training later that afternoon. They have more than an idea of why their eldest brother is distracted between the drills he’s leading and their teasing layers the embarrassment of the imagery of his imagination twice fold.
Thinking about something similar to the battle nexus crossover, but instead it’s multiple Leonardos all working towards finding their versions of you in a labyrinth or something. After all the fighting and searching and fighting they all finally manage to find them (together for the sake of the idea).
And they’re all so confused to watch each other with their versions of (Y/n). Some of them have it sooo much easier, they’re practically envious.
Like 2012!Leo and his (Y/n) are so obviously strained? Their actions are so rehearsed and terse, but there’s an after touch to their interactions that tells so much and absolutely nothing at all. Their words hold so much contempt, but there’s an underlying something squished between the lingering gazes and soft calls of one another’s name? They say they’re just friends, but the word doesn’t sound right coming from their lips.
2003!Leonardo, on the other hand, is extremely awkward(?) with his (Y/n), but oh so gentle in his handling of them initially. It’s like whiplash seeing him turn them upside down in his worry to check that everything’s in order, only for him to back away and keep his distance just as fast. It’s obviously complicated (not nearly as complicated as 2012), but they’re still gentle in reassuring one another that they’re okay. They’re also “friends”, but he’s not letting them stray too far despite being around trusted company and they both stumble around each other like two middle schoolers discovering how feelings work.
Rise!Leo practically launches at his (Y/n), but he’s soft in talking to them to make sure that everything’s okay. There are a few stray kisses exchanged between his words and he attempts to play any worry off as in their heads. They play jokes off each other, ignoring their own inner turmoil in favor of reassuring the other that they’re fine. They’re practically all over each other, hugging and holding hands despite the tension of the other’s around them. They’re best friends, but they hold onto one another like they’ll die if they’re apart again and there’s something deeper to the way they stare into each other’s eyes.
87!Leonardo throws them over his shoulder and says the others are being weird. The Donatello’s can handle any extra issues. Somehow, they’re dating, but Leo says they got back together yesterday. The others from their dimension say they may breakup again in the next few days.
A/N: I usually opt to post most of my smut directly on AO3. But I wrote this on a whim and it was inspired by posts from @katanablue (here) and @theyhavetakenovermylife (here). I highly encourage you to check them out for context for this fic!
Enjoy, heathens! 🥵
CWs: Explicit sexual content, established relationship, filming of amateur porn, anal fingering & rimming, anal sex, size difference/stretching, size kink, dirty talk, mild degradation, rough sex, technically turtle anatomy, squirting, multiple orgasms, and overstimulation.
You lie on your stomach across the soft sheets of your shared bed, heart racing as the camera light blinks red on the tripod at the foot of the mattress. The angle is perfect: low and close, capturing every explicit detail without showing your faces.
Raph’s large shadow falls over you, his hands sliding up the backs of your thighs, spreading you open for the lens and for him. “Been waitin’ for this, baby,” he growls, voice low and thick with that accent that always makes you wet. “All those comments beggin’ to see if your tight little human ass can take my fat cock. You ready to show ‘em?”
You nod, biting your lip, already aching. “Yes, I want it. Want you to stretch me.”
He chuckles darkly and drops to his knees behind you. His breath ghosts over your exposed pussy and ass before his long tongue drags slowly from your dripping slit up to your puckered hole. Sloppy, wet sounds fill the room as he eats your ass like he’s starving, shoving his tongue inside you as deep as it can go. Saliva drips down your thighs in messy rivulets.
You moan loudly, pushing back against his face. “Your tongue is so big … feels like you’re already fucking me,” you gasp.
He pulls back just enough to speak. “Gotta get this pretty hole sloppy and open for me. Gonna wreck this ass so they can see how much you love takin’ mutant dick.” He spits directly on your hole, then uses his thumb to smear it in circles while his other hand spreads your cheeks wide for the lens.
He shoves one finger inside, crooking it against your front wall while his tongue laps around the rim. Then he adds another. The stretch stings at first, then blooms into a deep, gnawing need as he scissors you open, spreading you wider, the knuckles bumping against your ring with every push. The wet noises make your clit throb.
“Fuck, listen to that,” he growls, pulling his fingers free. He spits again, this time aiming for the center of your hole, watching it slide down into your crack. “That’s the sound of a needy little ass beggin’ for cock.”
After several minutes of his relentless rimming and fingering, you’re trembling, pushing back desperately. Raph slicks his big cock with lube, the thick head nudging against your entrance. “Breathe, babe. Relax for me. You’re gonna look so good stuffed full.”
You moan as he starts to push in, the initial resistance making you gasp. Then the head pops in, the sensation like being split open from the inside out. “Oh god, you’re so fucking big!” The burn is blinding for a moment, then melts into a deep, impossible fullness as he sinks deeper inch by inch.
He groans, hands gripping your hips. “Almost there,” he grunts, and then his hips are flush against your ass.
You feel him bottom out. A deep churr vibrates through his chest. The camera catches every detail: the obscene stretch of your rim hugging his shaft, the coat of lube and spit smeared around it. He holds there for a long moment, letting you feel every throbbing inch.
“Look at that greedy ass,” he snarls, reaching around to grab your chin and force your gaze toward the monitor on the dresser. On the screen, you see yourself: your hole stretched wide around him, a tiny pearl of lube leaking out around the seal. “Fuckin’ swallowin’ me whole.”
He starts slow, long strokes that make you whimper and moan, pulling out until only the head remains, then sliding back in with a deliberate, grinding push. “So tight … squeezin’ my cock like you don’t wanna let go. You love this, don’t ya? Love gettin’ your ass pounded.”
“Yes—harder, please,” you beg, pushing back.
He picks up the pace, the smack of his hips against your ass turning sharp and punishing. The headboard slams against the wall in rhythm. Your eyes roll back as he hits a spot so deep you feel it in your throat. You come hard the first time just from the fullness, a sudden, clenching orgasm that makes you scream into the pillow. Your pussy gushes, squirting messily onto the sheets.
He doesn’t stop.
Raph flips you onto your side without pulling out, the sensation making you cry out. He lifts one leg high, hooking your knee over his elbow, so the camera gets a perfect side view of his cock sliding in and out of your stretched hole. You watch on the monitor as your rim clings to him on every withdrawal.
“Look at that,” he pants. He spits down onto where you’re connected, the saliva landing on your rim and immediately getting driven inside on his next thrust. “Fuckin’ ruined for anyone else.”
Then he puts you on your back, shoving your knees up toward your ears in a mating press. Your legs shake as he drives in even deeper, the new angle making him grind against your front wall with every stroke. You can feel him bulging inside you, see the faint movement in your lower belly if you look down. You claw at his plastron, nails scraping over the ridges, screaming and moaning as he pounds you into the mattress.
“Gonna fill this ass up,” he snarls, thrusts growing erratic. “You ready for my load?”
You nod enthusiastically. “Please, come inside my ass!”
His hips stutter.
There’s a flood of warmth deep inside you, then another pulse, and another. He roars, his whole body going rigid, and you feel him empty himself in thick ropes that seem to go on forever. You squirt again as he slams home one final time, the pressure of his cock and his release triggering another messy orgasm that leaves you boneless. Moans fall from your lips, with incoherent fragments about how big he is, how full you feel.
He stays buried for a moment, both of you panting, his softening cock still twitching with aftershocks inside you. Then he pulls out slowly, the sensation of his shaft dragging over your overstimulated walls making you whimper. When the head pops free, you feel a gush of warm liquid follow—his cum, mixed with lube and your own slick, spilling out and pooling onto the sheets beneath you.
You feel his fingers spread your cheeks wide for the camera, the air hitting your gaped, twitching hole. On the monitor you see it: your rim, loose and puffy. A thick white drop of his seed oozes out. Your hole clenches reflexively, pushing out another small glob.
“Perfect,” he mutters, voice satisfied.
Raph reaches over and turns the camera off.
He collapses beside you with a tired, cocky grin, pulling you against his broad chest. “Damn, that was hot. Bet it breaks records.” He pauses, then chuckles. “Y’know … if the fans keep beggin’ for more, maybe we’ll invite Leo or Donnie next time. Bet they’d be down. What d’ya think—double the mutant dick for double the views?”
You burst out laughing, swatting his arm even as heat floods your cheeks at the filthy thought. “You’re terrible.”
He smirks and kisses your forehead. “You love it.”
When you get the chance could we get more blades longing please?
Sure!
Longing Pt 2
RB Blades x Reader
• “You’re being weirder than normal. So stop,” Dani mutters before she’s walking back out. Going back outside with you. It wouldn’t kill her to introduce him. Even if you think he’s just a machine, you’d at least know his name. Wants to hear you say his name and he leans against the hangar door imagining it. ‘You’re giving me second hand embarrassment mooning after that human,’ Heatwave grumbles and Blades frowns at him over his shoulder.
• “We’re meant to be. How many sparklings do you think we should have? I’m thinking three,” he says, cheek against the door frame as he leans out to watch you and Dani walking around. ‘And now it’s just weird,’ Heatwave growls, walking away. Shrugging slightly, he wonders if he could play dumb and walk over to you and Dani. Pretend he’s looking for direction from her. That might get her to introduce him and as long as he does the robot voice, she can’t really get mad. Probably.
• Head turning when the same bot from before stiffly stomps over to where you and Dani are, you study it. Know some of the tech on the island is crazy advanced, but something about the rescue bots always put you off kilter. Sometimes they seem almost uncannily aware. “Directive,” it intones, coming to a stop far too close as its rotors flare out slightly. Dani had said it was malfunctioning. ‘Blades! Back in the hangar,’ Dani demands, face flushing as she points.
• Nope. She’s angry. Rotors flicking as he vents softly and his optics flick to you, he doubles down on pretending he doesn’t understand. “Directive?” He asks, voice slightly tremulous in the face of her irritation. Isn’t that what the robot in the cartoon had kept saying? He’s pretty sure it is. And you bite your lip, trying to not smile as Dani tries to shoo him, hands gesturing. ‘No. No directive. Go back inside,’ she demands, eyes narrowed. Knows he’s going to be in trouble later. Wants to cringe, but you’re almost smiling at him.
• Should you both be so close to it if it’s malfunctioning? The thought occurs to you a bit belatedly as the bot looks from Dani to you. And just stares, meeting your eyes with an eerie amount of focus. “Blades!” Dani hisses, smacking the bot’s leg and it shifts its weight, attention back on her. For a second before it’s staring at you again, expression oddly human and almost desperate. ‘Is it hurting anything wandering around outside?’ You ask and she sighs. Know you’re just imagining it, but you swear it perks up slightly at your question.
He is sulking as I am dog sitting and the folks are away on a cruise for a week.
Awww poor guy. Blame @irreproduciblemagnet for this
Soft AU- Warfare
Tarn x Reader
• Inhaling shakily, you’ve got as much soap on you as in the oversized super soaker and the balloons, but you’re out of options. You get one more write-up because your assigned mech doesn’t want a bath and you’re getting fired. Which means resorting to drastic measures. Like the dozen or so soap and water balloons you’ve loaded into a little red wagon belonging to a caretaker’s kid or the heavy backpack sprayer you’re wearing. “You sure that’s a good idea?” The other caretaker asks watching you and you straighten, picking up a water balloon to check the weight. ‘It’s definitely not,’ you mutter. Most likely this is going to be a colossal mistake, but as long as it gets tallied as you washing your mech, it’s worth a try. “Can I have your TV if something happens to you?” They ask and you almost throw the water balloon at them.
• Doesn’t understand any of this. Lord Megatron preoccupied with a pathetic, little organic. So many proud Decepticons brought low and it must be some kind of mind control. Maybe alien pheromones. Because his Megatron would never stoop so low. It’s blashpemous. And one of the little creatures has its eyes set on him. Trying to court him like you think he’s foolish or weak willed enough to succumb to temptation. Rumbling angrily, he’s been trying to come up with a plan. A way to free Megatron from that other human’s foul influence. Hearing a soft squeaking, he turns and his plating lifts when something hits and bursts against his leg.
• Hindsight is an absolute bitch, you decide as he stares at his leg before his head turns to stare at you and the second water balloon in your hand. And as soon as he snarls, you panic and start bombarding him with soapy, water filled balloons. Wincing when he grabs a supply truck and flips it on its side to use as a shield, you double down and lob water balloons at him. It doesn’t hurt that you’re painfully aware that you’re going to need to run for dear life as soon as you run out of ammo. Throwing wildly with one hand, you grab the water gun with the other and open fire.
• Snarling as he tries to avoid your attack, he swears he can feel the chemical agents seeping into his plating and mesh. This must be how the humans get you. Needs to escape before he’s a love besotted fool just like the others. Servos flexing, he wants to blast a crater over there where you’re hiding, but what if he blows up that stuff and it rains down on him? And what if you’re not hiding? What if you’re flanking him right now? Who knows if he’s already compromised from your first assault. Needs Nickel- a medic that’s not been brainwashed.
• Wait. He’s running? Staring as he lunges to his peds and flees, you gape for a minute before chasing after him, the little red wagon rattling behind you as you drag it. “You’re getting a damn bath!” You scream, emboldened that he didn’t immediately stomp or blast you. And other caretakers and aliens are turning to stare as Tarn roars that you’re not going to corrupt him with your ‘alien pheromones.’ Have no idea what that’s about, but you don’t care either. Fumbling for the nozzle on the backpack sprayer you’d “borrowed” from maintenance, he’s going to stop being a baby and get his bath. Whether he likes it or not.
hiiii this is kinda weird but your fan merch actually inspired me to create mine for media that i love. I’ve seen mixed info online about fan merch legality. Do you ever run into problems selling Transformers-themed items, or is it generally fine for small shops? Im already getting embarrassed asking you this so a response would be great but it's also ok if you dont, i understand. Love you queen🫶
I think it depends on the IP and who owns it, as well as how you price it- how much of a profit you’re making on the items. A friend calculated the minimum price I can charge and still afford to restock as I run out of stuff. I work full time, so the shop is mostly a for fun thing for me.
Scorponok, Black Shadow or Fort Max next, I think. Maybe the Bugsbands. I’m sorely tempted to delete the human mii, add all the mechs, and then dump the poor human back on the island xD I want to watch the chaos and drama unfold
Soft Pt 2
Scorponok x Reader
• Hanging there in his grip as he presses his face against your neck, it’s only the fact that he’s not hurting you that’s keeping you from panicking. Definitely hadn’t expected to get hugged on sight by your assigned mech. “Scorponok, sir?” You wheeze, squirming slightly in his grip. Are they all this clingy and touch-starved? And his head lifts enough that you think you can see the ghostly outline of his optics behind his visor. Warm air fans over you as he clears his vents before he gently lowers you to your feet.
• You’re not struggling to escape. Not screaming. Didn’t mean to just grab you like that, but he wants this to be real. For the war to be over. To be able to start rebuilding. It’s been so long that he’s not sure he remembers what a time before the war felt like. Jaw working, he knows he should apologize, but you grip his claw and pull him deeper into the stall and he lets you. “I won’t hurt you,” he growls, hating that the words are too gruff instead of coaxing. Leaving him painfully aware that he doesn’t really know how to court a conjunx. Much less an organic one.
• Trying to calm your racing heart, you tug him toward your cart since the bench is pretty much useless while he’s mass displaced. And it’s shocking that he’s allowing you to tug him along in your wake. The huge mech sitting without a fuss on your cart even though it creaks under his weight. “Are you hungry or do you want your bath first?” You ask and he frowns slightly, a claw closing on your wrist when you let go of him to get his soap ready. ‘Talk first,’ he growls, grimacing at himself. ‘I want to talk first. Get to know you.’
• And your eyes drop to his claw wrapped around your tiny wrist and engulfing most of your arm. But you don’t try to pull away and he doesn’t want to let go. You’re softer than he’d even guessed and he can feel your field sinking into him. Nothing hidden, the sensation illicit and almost scandalous. Wants to drag you close again. Vent to pull in the alien scent of you and feel your field humming against him. “Okay,” you whisper and he forces himself to let go of you. To trust you not to run away.
• Blowing out a breath, you guess you can understand where he’s coming from. It’s got to be weird having a stranger give you a sponge bath. Uncomfortable and awkward, too. Maybe getting to know them first helps with the weirdness, though if it were you, you’re pretty sure that would just make it so much worse. “Do you like Earth?” You ask, at a loss for how to make small talk with a massive, alien robot. ‘I’m beginning to,’ he murmurs, claw lifting and brushing your cheek to make your mind blank.
Hello! I was reading your waspinator series and it had me realize something. Isn't there an ant based character from transformers beast wars called inferno? I figured it'd be funny for a soft-au if Inferno's caretaker was either someone who was okay with insects or HATES ants.
he’s a bit… quirky
Soft
BW Inferno x Reader
• “My liege!” Groaning as several other caretakers look up, expressions wary, you almost want to cry. Because that’s your big, creepy bug alien hurrying across the dorm lawn with something cupped in his clawed hands. ‘He’s harmless,’ you mumble at the other caretakers enjoying the midday sun. At least, you hope he’s harmless. Never had liked ants or bugs and you’d done some research after getting assigned to him to try and get over your fears. Unfortunately, YouTube videos of ants eating other bugs alive hadn’t helped with your aversion. At all.
• “Your majesty,” he croons as you sit up slowly to watch him. “Gifts,” he says, crouching and holding out his cupped hands and you lean to look at his offerings. ‘Oh. Was this a birthday cake?’ You ask, frowning slightly. ‘Did you go into town again?’ Antenna lowering, he’d expected you to be pleased with him and his gift of pretty human food. Though, it did get a bit smashed on the trip here. And you hadn’t outright forbidden him from the human settlement, only said that he shouldn’t go near it. But you sound disapproving enough that he wilts.
• You’re just imagining him running some poor schmuck down yelling ‘for the sovereignty’ as he steals their cake and it would be funny if it wasn’t going to be blamed on you. Because he’s your assigned mech and your problem. Have no idea why he’s decided you’re his ruler, liege, king, or queen. And he’s called you all of those interchangeably, so you’re pretty sure human gender is a mystery to him and he’s just throwing anything at you to see what sticks. “You’re displeased. I’ve failed. Punish me,” he groans, dropping to his knees and you hear someone else snicker. Witnessing your mortification.
• “No, it’s a wonderful present. Thank you,” you blurt as he bows forward over you, waiting to be reprimanded. “I just, I love hand cake.” Rumbling as you grimace and reach to pinch a bit of the human food between your fingers, he watches you eat it, humming your approval as he relaxes. Up until another human starts laughing. At you. Plating lifting as he hisses, the other human sputters into silence. ‘You dare laugh at the sovereignty?’
• Yelping when he dumps the whole, sticky cake in your lap and lunges at the other caretaker, people start screaming and scatter. Scrambling after your assigned lunatic as he roars about treason and blasphemy, you really hope the person he’s after can run. Because he’s transforming and going after them in his giant ant form. And you really don’t want to chase after him in his creepy altmode. “Inferno, no! Bad alien! This displeases your liege!” You scream as he skitters after the other caretaker.
Fort Max feelings creeping up, can I ask for him meeting the human for the first time? I imagine he was pretty stiff starting off, especially if this was just fresh out of Delphi.
Sure!
Soft AU- Introductions
Fort Max x Reader
• Rumbling as his optics flick to a group of Decepticons, everything about this feels wrong. They’re all just supposed to let bygones be bygones? Pretend there are no hard feelings and that the war is truly over? Not that he believes that. Sure that the Decepticons are just biding their time, because he can’t see them willingly buying into these strange, soft organics wanting them as conjunxes. Just like he can’t really trust that the war might be over.
• Moving through the base listening to music, you don’t even have a proper dossier for your assigned mech. Just a name and that he’s a new arrival. High priority. Which could mean he’s important or that he’s likely to cause problems. The last three Cybertronians you’d asked hadn’t been much help. Hadn’t actually seen your mech, but as big as these guys are, the base is bigger. Had expanded far past its original borders to accommodate the aliens arriving daily. Because apparently word’s gotten out that your people are happy to pamper them and these guys love a spa day.
• Rounding a corner, he growls in surprise at a soft yelp and his spark thrums faster, hand catching at the wall for balance. Horrified to realize that he’d nearly flattened one of the tiny natives. And you’re sprawled on the ground, staring up at him with wide, frightened eyes. Grimacing, he crouches and you scoot back. Like you’re afraid of him. “I’m sorry. I should have been paying attention,” he says, reaching out a hand and hesitating. How can he help you up when you’re so small that he might break you trying to pick you up? “I won’t hurt you,” he says, but he’s not sure if he’s trying to reassure himself or you.
• Heart hammering in your chest, you reach up with a shaking hand and remove your earbuds. Had been so distracted, you hadn’t heard his heavy peds and you’d nearly gotten stepped on. Guess when you’re that big, you don’t normally look down often. He’d have squished you like you might accidentally step on an ant and never even noticed. And he’s offering you one huge servo, serious face frowning like he really is upset. Gingerly laying your hand on his servo, you let him pull you to your feet. “I should have been watching for Cybertronians,” you manage, staring up at him. It’s not like they didn’t warn you to pay attention to the big mechs for safety.
• “I’m the stranger here,” he counters, staring at that tiny hand on his servo. Had seen your kind scurrying about, but this is the closest he’s been to a human before. You look even more fragile than he’d imagined. All insubstantial feeling softness. “Are you looking for your conjunx?” And you wrinkle your nose to make him wonder if the word didn’t translate properly into your language. ‘Maybe? I’m looking for a Cybertronian named Fortress Maximus,’ you murmur and he stills. You’re looking for him? Had wondered how these matches were being made, but hasn’t guessed that it was an arranged conjunx agreement and he has no idea what to say. ‘Do you know him?’ You ask, misinterpreting his silence.
he tends to assume he knows what’s best for everyone.
sometimes he expects obedience instead of discussion.
he has trouble admitting when he’s wrong.
he can become emotionally distant because he thinks a leader should always be strong.
when he’s worried, he may start micromanaging everyone around him.
=====❤️=====
RAPHAEL
he has serious anger-management issues.
he can be intimidating without realizing how scary he is.
he acts first and thinks later.
he struggles to communicate vulnerability, so anger becomes his default emotion.
he can hold grudges.
when hes hurt emotionally, he may push people away or start arguments.
=====💜=====
DONATELLO
he can become obsessive about projects, inventions, or problems.
he sometimes focuses so much on logic that he misses people’s feelings.
he has a tendency to overthink everything.
he may try to “fix” people instead of simply listening to them.
he can become possessive of ideas or protective of people he cares about.
he occasionally comes across as condescending when he thinks he’s the smartest person in the room.
=====🧡=====
MICHELANGELO
he avoids serious conversations with jokes.
he can be immature when maturity is needed.
sometimes he doesn’t think about consequences before acting.
he may use humor to dodge responsibility.
he can struggle with respecting boundaries because he gets excited and impulsive.
he often hides negative emotions behind a cheerful attitude.
REMEMBER THIS IS MY OPINION AND YOU MIGHT HAVE A DIFFERENT OPINION OF THIS. if thats the case, i would love you to share your thoughts on the comment section! <3
I have participated in my own prompt challenge again!
Shocking, I know.
Prompt: The accidental kiss - maybe feelings finally take over. Or maybe you/TOC leans down and gives you a big ol' smooch before leaving one night. Maybe it means something, maybe it doesn't.
Is this for 2012 Raph, you ask?
Why yes! Yes, it is.
➡️ Aged-up, adult turts
TW: Fluff. Raph being a stubborn ass. Pining idiots. Definitely swearwords.
Red Kisses
Ellipsus makes it easy for anyone to write together.
Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though🤩
