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LONG FIC: symphony number 4 -> touch-starved donnie and professional musician reader
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i get lots of asks so i can’t answer all of them. i do read everything though!! also, i answer all asks publicly! here are some guidelines:
please don't ask:
when i'm updating x; why i haven't updated y; "please write blah blah blah"; "what are your headcanons for [insert thing where you're obviously fishing for me to do a request post]"; "why is x fic so long" (spoiler: because i like it better that way)
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what i'm working on right now; questions about lore for any of my au settings; meta questions for any of my fics; opinions on things; random questions; how do i x or y; questions about how to write or something of that ilk; links to funny videos or dachshund stuff; just saying hello; basically anything else!
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note: most of my stuff is on ao3, and i use the ao3 rating system for all my fics (ref here)
genuinely i don’t think it’s possible to easily explain the explicit part of online friendships to people who don’t Understand. i don’t mean like, explicit in the sense of “oh you’re sexting” or whatever. no. i mean when you and your friend start gleefully making up explicit sexual scenarios for your shared blorbos and you get giddier and giddier as you add more detail and you’ll be grinning at your screen as you type away at mach speeds. and it’s entirely nonsexual in an interpersonal sense, you’re not really getting Into it, but ohhhhh it’s soooooo fun and satisfying. and you can NEVER tell someone who doesn’t also do this that your mood is actively improved like fivefold because you and your friend played Sexual Tuoys together because they’ll go “what the FUCK.”
there’s no way i can pick a favorite!! i have so many talented art friends and people whose artistic style i really admire and love studying for minutes at a time. impossible challenge.
i am a sucker for bold colors and dynamic poses. introspective things. art that makes me think oh before i scramble for an empty document. and of course all the lovely people who draw things based on my fics!! let me tell you, nothing makes an artist feel more amazing than someone using their art because you inspired them.
when i am between fandom interests i will read fics regardless of fandom, as good writing is good even without knowledge of the source material, and fun fics can often spark new fandom interests.
one day i was reading a fic by an author i’ve liked since my lunaescence days and saw they had a tmnt fic. i liked this leo guy, so i was like ok i’ll look into it. oh looks like this rise of the tmnt is the latest one. i guess i’ll watch that.
and. well. from the first “cowabunga” i knew i was in trouble 😔
Do you ever listen to music and get an idea for a story? I have Lana Del Rey on repeat and I'm imagining this silly little fic I wanna write. Life feels good for once. Haha.
one of my autistic special interests is music, so yes. often!
Sorry I can't send an ask logged in on a sideblog, but I wanted to let you know that you are one of the authors that has got me engaged in fanfiction in a way that makes me feel like writing my own for the first time in (coughing fit to obscure the specific number) years. I don't have anything finished enough to share, but I have scenes in my heart. - imarriedaninjaturtle
hey!! that's the hard part!!! welcome home and i wish you much luck in your creative ventures <3
Imagine waiting up for Leonardo to come home after a late night patrol but you fall asleep in his bed?
Walk with me,
You waited up late at the lair for your Leonardo to come home.
At first, the hours passed easily.
You sat with Splinter in the dojo, sharing quiet conversation while the soft sounds of the underground drifted through the lair.
Master Splinter spoke calmly, offering bits of wisdom between stories, and for a while it kept your mind occupied.
But as the night stretched on, exhaustion slowly began settling into your bones.
You tried to stay awake.
First, you lingered in the kitchen, absentmindedly picking at a snack while glancing at the clock every few minutes.
Then you moved to the living room, curling up on the couch with one of Donnie's abandoned books. You barely made it through a few pages before rereading the same sentence three times.
Eventually, your feet carried you somewhere familiar.
Leonardo's room.
You paused in the doorway for a moment, smiling softly at the sight of it.
Everything was exactly as he always kept it—organized, disciplined, and painfully neat.
Books neatly tucked away on the shelf. Training gear was carefully put away. Even his bed looked untouched, the blankets smoothed perfectly across the mattress.
It was so painfully him.
You sat down on the edge of the bed.
Just for a minute.
Just until he got back from patrol.
The faint scent of him still lingered on the blankets, comforting and familiar. Without thinking, you pulled them closer around yourself.
Your eyelids felt heavier.
And heavier.
The next thing you knew, sleep claimed you completely.
When you finally woke, confusion hit you first.
This wasn't your apartment.
There was no sunlight filtering through your bedroom window.
No familiar ceiling above you.
Instead, your cheek was pressed against something warm and solid.
Your brain took a moment to catch up.
Plastron.
Leonardo's plastron..
The realization made your heart stumble.
At some point during the night, he'd returned from patrol and climbed into bed beside you.
One powerful arm rested beneath your head while the other was wrapped securely around your waist, keeping you tucked against him as if he'd never intended to let go.
His blue mask sat discarded near the corner of the room beside his katanas, evidence of how exhausted he must have been when he came home.
Yet somehow, he'd still taken the time to pull you into his arms.
You didn't even remember him getting into bed.
Slowly, you tilted your head upward.
Leonardo was still asleep.
Without the stern focus he carried during the day, he looked younger somehow. Softer. The constant weight of responsibility that usually sat on his shoulders seemed absent for once.
For a moment, you simply watched him.
The rise and fall of his chest.
The faint scar crossing his eye.
The way one hand remained curled possessively against your side, even in sleep.
As though he instinctively needed to know you were still there.
Your chest ached with affection for him.
Maybe it was silly.
But moments like this felt rare.
No missions.
No training.
No danger lurking around the corner.
Just you and him.
Safe.
Together.
As if sensing your stare, Leonardo let out a low groan before shifting slightly. His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
His eyes never opened.
"Go back to sleep," he mumbled, voice rough and heavy with exhaustion.
You couldn't help but smile.
"You knew I was awake?"
A faint huff escaped him.
"Mm."
You laughed quietly.
His only response was to bury his face against the top of your head and pull you closer still.
The room fell silent again.
Wrapped securely in Leonardo's arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear, you let your eyes drift shut once more.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, neither of you had anywhere else to be..<3
its so fascinating reading about your writing process as someone who is not creatively minded, like i dont believe I've ever had an original thought lmao. The way that youre able to break it down in to several different plotlines and tangle all the interactions into one cohesive storyline while keeping all this emotional intricacy is so cool to me
i'm very glad to hear you enjoy it, as i also enjoy deconstructing it! besides dachshund things and fic lore, those are probably my favorite asks to receive = v=
I will caution you though that you must not be overestimating your "not creatively minded" mindset's propensity to hold you back and underestimating the literal decades of study i've put into creative writing. i have a degree in creative writing, i teach it, and i have been doing it very consistently for over thirty years. i've written millions of words over the course of my lifetime, finished more books and stories than most people read. it looks easy in the same way that seeing someone walk looks easy; it is, mechanically, incredibly difficult, but they've been doing it so long, they don't even think about the minutia. it is not an A, then B, then C... then Z task; it is an A, then Z task. this happens only through lots and lots and lots of practice.
and, not to belabor a cliche, but your creativity is kind of like a muscle. it is true that some people probably have a predisposition towards more fanciful thoughts and whimsy that brings about an easy to thinking of plot points or storylines or characters. but this is only a baseline; an untalented student who works hard will outperform a natural who does nothing to exercise the craft.
you can teach yourself how to be creative. find prompt lists, listen to music, study art, read not as a reader but as a writer. join a club, take a class or seminar, undertake a writing challenge. nanowrimo doesn't exist anymore but the framework for it does, and it's an incredible exercise to push you out of your comfort zone where growth happens. use a random word generator and set it to verbs, then write a story where a character does that verb. it'll suck, of course it will. but you will grow. and you'll do it again and again and again until you are strong and suddenly it doesn't suck anymore. write it badly. over and over and over. only then can you write it well.
do not compare your skills to me, or to any other artist to whom you attribute greatness. let your stars be guides, not goalposts. the only person against whom you should place a measure is yourself. are you better today than you were yesterday? then you have grown.
Sounds interesting and if you were keen to share i would be the most grateful. Yet there's something different from it being nudes and an actual sex tape, I think. Feels a bit more dirty + intimate but that's just me
For a second I thought you had made fic where Leo had a sex tape just roaming around😭, someone gotta write something with that
i have a short fic somewhere where he sends you nudes “”””on accident”””” that i did in concert with my friend keisha. i imagine it would be something like that
