Emilia | the home of travelfell AU(still in progress) | writer | traditional artist/beginner digital artist | narrator of fan fiction | hello there my friend, welcome to my blog, here i post lots of different contents like voice overs or book reading, fan art of different fandoms, i am the original creator of TravelFell, and i am a writer. i hope that you like what i post. OH, and if want me to voice one of your books just send me an ask and i will try my best. but it ca be one of my fandoms wish are: FAIRY TAIL, UNDERTALE AU, SOUL EATER. TMNT, BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE, YURI ON ICE. but if you have other than those send them and we'll see :D
[is it his baby, is it your baby, is it some random baby he found in the sewer? who knows 🤷♀️ i’ve always seen raph as more of a girl dad but that’s just me. should i make more of these or nah??]
Raphael
From the moment he met her, he made a silent vow to keep her safe and out of harm’s way, no matter the cost. biological or not, she was his kid. and as long as he was alive, no one would ever lay a finger on her
Refused to hold her at first bc he was terrified of accidentally dropping her or squishing her with his giant hands. she looked so small in his hands, so fragile and easily broken. it was utterly terrifying to hold something that tiny
But once he gets comfortable holding her, he’ll start carrying her around the lair in one hand while texting with the other
Freaks out whenever she starts to cry. the sound alone is like a dagger to his heart, worst than any punishment he’s ever received
Will stay up all night if he has to, quietly humming and rocking her back to sleep
If you ever ask him if he’s tired of dealing with the baby, his response will always be ‘this is nothin’ compared to the hashi’
Will always scoff and deny being soft when it comes to the newborn until she starts crying and suddenly he’s rocking her back and forth in his arms, murmuring soft nothings and even singing quietly underneath his breath to calm her down
Treats the baby monitor like a gift sent down from the heavens. will stay up late and watch it for hours, tensing up with every hiccup or quiet whine
If he ever accidentally scares her, that moment will stick with him for the rest of his life. the image of her scared little eyes and the sound of her sad cries will be forever burned into his memories, always popping up whenever he’s at his lowest
Loves laying on the couch with the newborn baby sleeping peacefully on his plastron, all curled up with her face smushed lightly against his chest
First I couldn't accept this version when I first looked. And then fell in love. It reminds me of real stories about how future husband at first sight did not like. And then...🤗
My Unpopular (But Realistic) Bay!Leonardo Relationship HCs,
Y'all are gonna hate me for this one, but...
I genuinely don't think Bayverse Leo would be the "perfect boyfriend" everyone writes him as.
LISTEN. LISTEN.....
I don't really lean into any of these headcanons when I write my own fanfiction.
But if we're talking realistically, based on his personality and everything we see in the movies, I think this is how he'd actually act in a relationship.
So... let's get into it…..
Would Leo love you? Absolutely. 100%
Would he be good at being your boyfriend? ...That's a completely different question....
He'd be incredibly loving, but not very attentive.
Leo's entire life revolves around responsibility. Protecting his family, training, planning, keeping everyone alive—his mind is constantly somewhere else.
There would be days where he genuinely forgets to text you back for hours because he's so consumed by whatever he's doing. Not because he doesn't care... but because his priorities have been hardwired a certain way since childhood.
He's 100% the type to cancel plans last minute..
SAY WHAT YOU WANT, BUT I KNOW I'M RIGHT. 😭
You could have a date planned for an entire week and an hour beforehand he'd hit you with:
"Hey, sorry, Something came up."
No explanation.
Because to him, if his family needs him, that's automatically the priority. He assumes you'll understand... even if it happens over and over again.
I don't think he's naturally a physically affectionate person.
Would he be Touch-starved? Yep.
Touchy though? Not really.
People confuse those two things all the time.
Leo craves affection because he's never really experienced healthy intimacy, but that doesn't mean he's constantly seeking it out.
In fact, I think he'd almost hesitate before accepting it.
Physical affection is vulnerable, and vulnerability has never exactly been encouraged in his life.
Over time? He'd absolutely learn to love it.
At first? He's awkward. You could touch him and he’d awkwardly tense up.
He's one of the most stubborn people you'll ever meet.
Once Leo decides he's right...Good luck changing his mind.
Arguments with him would be exhausting because he isn't someone who changes his opinion in the middle of a conversation.
Even if he realizes you have a point, his pride keeps him digging his heels in.
He's not apologizing first.
He's the type to cool off, come sit next to you three hours later, and say something like,
"I shouldn't have yelled..." ...before immediately following it up with,
"But I WAS right."
If he wants to hurt your feelings... he knows exactly how to do it.
Not physically. But Emotionally.
If you've trusted him with your insecurities, your fears, or the things that keep you up at night, he remembers every single one of them.
Normally, he'd never use that information against you.
But if he's angry enough? If he genuinely wants to win an argument?
I think he'd say something he knows will cut deep. And the second the words leave his mouth, he'd regret it. But he'd still have said it.
Communication is NOT his strong suit.
People forget Leo didn't grow up around normal social interactions.
He grew up in the sewers with his dad and three brothers.
He never learned how to communicate his emotions in a healthy way.
Instead of telling you something bothered him, he'd convince himself it wasn't worth mentioning.
Then he'd bottle it up.
Then he'd bottle up the next thing.
...and the next.
Until one random Tuesday you ask him an innocent question and suddenly he's bringing up something you did three weeks ago.
And you're just sitting there like—
"THAT'S what this is about??"
His identity begins and ends with being "the leader."
This is probably my biggest Bayverse Leo take.
Donnie has science.
Mikey has his creativity and optimism.
Raph has his strength and his passion.
But Leo's entire sense of self revolves around leading.
It's not just what he does.
It's who he believes he is.
Without that responsibility, I genuinely think he'd struggle to figure out who he is as a person.
And because of that...
Being a boyfriend wouldn't come naturally to him.
He knows how to protect.
He knows how to lead.
But simply existing in a relationship? Learning someone's love language? Talking through emotions? Being emotionally available?
Those are skills he'd have to learn.
And I honestly think that's what makes him such an interesting character.
He's capable of loving someone with his whole heart.
He just isn't automatically equipped with the tools to show it in the healthiest ways. :/
.✦ ݁˖ The Shellraiser is loud. Like, painfully loud. Between the engine growling, tires screeching, and Mikey yelling every five seconds, having a normal conversation is almost impossible.
.✦ ݁˖ You learn pretty quickly that if you want to say something, you're going to have to shout.
.✦ ݁˖ Leonardo always rides shotgun. He insists he needs the best view of the road in case something goes wrong.
.✦ ݁˖ Every few minutes he'll glance over his shoulder just to make sure everyone in the back is still seated... especially you.
.✦ ݁˖ Donatello is driving. Always. Nobody else is trusted with his baby. He gets personally offended if someone so much as touches a button on the dashboard without permission. Only exception is Leo ofc!
.✦ ݁˖ Speaking of the dashboard... there are way too many buttons. You ask what one does and Donnie immediately responds with, "Don't touch that one." Naturally, Mikey presses it the second Donnie looks away.
.✦ ݁˖ Raphael takes up an unreasonable amount of room. He's slouched across half the back bench with his arms crossed, acting like he doesn't care that you're practically being squished against the wall every time the Shellraiser takes a corner.
.✦ ݁˖ Until he notices you're getting thrown around.
.✦ ݁˖ Without saying a word, one of his massive arms hooks across your chest like a seatbelt before the next sharp turn. He acts like it's purely so you don't smack into him.
.✦ ݁˖ It isn't tho… LOL
.✦ ݁˖ Mikey cannot sit still for longer than thirty seconds.
.✦ ݁˖ He's climbing over seats.
.✦ ݁˖ Looking out the windows.
.✦ ݁˖ Leaning into the front to bother Donnie.
.✦ ݁˖ Somehow ending up right beside you despite starting on the opposite side of the vehicle.
.✦ ݁˖ Donnie has invented actual seat restraints specifically because of him. Not seat belts.. seat RESTRAINTS!!
.✦ ݁˖ They don't work.
.✦ ݁˖ Every bump in the road sends the entire cabin airborne for a split second. Even with proper working seats, you'll still grab onto whatever's closest…
.✦ ݁˖ Usually that ends up being Leo's shoulder from the front seat...🙈
.✦ ݁˖ …or Raph's arm.
.✦ ݁˖ They both pretend not to notice.
.✦ ݁˖ The Shellraiser corners way faster than it should for something that big.
.✦ ݁˖ You swear physics just stop applying whenever Donnie is behind the wheel.
.✦ ݁˖ Leo calmly reminds everyone to stay seated.
.✦ ݁˖ Mikey immediately responds by standing up.
.✦ ݁˖ Donnie doesn't even look back anymore. He just sighs because this has happened at least twelve times during the drive.
.✦ ݁˖ Music is mandatory.
.✦ ݁˖ Though, Everyone wants something different.
.✦ ݁˖ Mikey wants upbeat party music.
.✦ ݁˖ Raph wants heavy rock.
.✦ ݁˖ Leo doesn't care as long as he can still hear what's happening outside.
.✦ ݁˖ Donnie secretly has the weirdest playlist imaginable and refuses to let anyone see it. (It’s Mommy ASMR)
.✦ ݁˖ If you're lucky enough to control the music for once, every turtle has an opinion within thirty seconds.
.✦ ݁˖ Their patrols are stressful, but the drive back? That's when everyone finally decompresses. Jokes start flying, Mikey reenacts things dramatically, and even Leo lets himself smile.
.✦ ݁˖ Sometimes you'll catch Leo watching everyone through the side mirror.
.✦ ݁˖ Just making sure his family made it home.
.✦ ݁˖ The first time the Shellraiser launches over a speed bump (idk if New York has that but what ever) , nobody warns you.
.✦ ݁˖ One second you're on the road.
.✦ ݁˖ The next you're completely weightless.
.✦ ݁˖ screaming too..
.✦ ݁˖ Donnie proudly announces to the whole truck "See? Suspension held perfectly!!”
.✦ ݁˖ You're too busy recovering to appreciate the engineering.
.✦ ݁˖ By the time you climb out, your hair is a mess, your ears are ringing, your legs feel like jelly...(GET YOUR HEAD OUT THE GUTTER‼️‼️‼️
.✦ ݁˖ …..and somehow you're already looking forward to the next ride
A/N: I wrote this at work, thank you to the GOAT @emmiinova for proof reading. ILY
TMNT BAY! Protective! Leonardo x Fem! Reader Blurb !
⭑A/N: This entire 'blurb' was inspired by a line from Daryl Dixon in The Walking Dead. Specifically:
"If she gets hurt, she dies, she catches a fever, she gets taken out by a walker, she gets hit by lightning, anything. Anything happens to her and I'll kill you."
I immediately thought of Bayverse Leo because he would be protective asffffff
⭑Summary: Casey is left in charge of protecting you while Leonardo has to handle more urgent threats across the city..
The city felt raw and wrong.
Not in the usual way New York did when something bad was brewing beneath the surface—not in the way it hummed with distant sirens, flashing lights, and the constant pulse of millions of lives moving around one another—but in a way that made the air itself feel heavier, thicker, as if the night knew something terrible was waiting around the corner.
The mission briefing had been quick. That alone had been enough to put Leo on edge.
There had been reports of Foot activity across multiple locations throughout the city, enough to force all of you to split up, and while Leo knew it was the smartest tactical decision, he hated every second of it.
He hated leaving his brothers. He hated not being able to oversee every moving piece himself.
But most of all—He hated leaving you..
The apartment was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls while the glow from the city spilled through the windows. Somewhere below, traffic crawled through the streets, oblivious to the fact that yet another battle for New York was about to unfold before sunrise.
You stood near the kitchen island, arms crossed loosely over your chest. Trying to look calm, even confident. An attempt to make this easier for him.
Leo saw right through it. He always had.
Because the truth was, you were scared.
And the truth was—
So was he..
His fingers flexed around the hilts of his katanas as he stared out the window for what had to be the tenth time in the last five minutes.
Casey leaned against the front door, his scuffed hockey mask hanging from two fingers while he watched the anxious turtle pace.
"You know," Casey finally said, breaking the silence, "at some point you actually gotta leave."
Leo didn't answer. Didn't even bother to look at him. His eyes remained fixed on the city skyline. The silence ached among you. .
Casey sighed.
"Leo-"
"I know."
His voice came out rough. Like every word was being forced through clenched teeth. Because he did know. The others were already waiting on him.
Donatello had probably called three times by now. Raphael was likely getting impatient. Mikey was most definitely getting impatient.
They needed him.
The city needed him.
But every instinct inside him screamed at the thought of walking away from you tonight.
His gaze finally shifted.
Found yours immediately..
Of course it did. It always did.
For a moment the noise of his crowded mind disappeared completely.
There was only you, standing there beneath Casey’s apartment lights.
Alive and safe. For now..
The thought settled heavily in his chest. Because safe wasn't permanent.
God, He knew that by now.
Safe could change in an instant. One wrong turn. One missed call. One person in the wrong place at the wrong time. Leo knew better than most how quickly everything could be taken away.
His jaw tightened. Then he looked toward Casey.
The shift was immediate. The softness disappeared. The worry disappeared. The affection disappeared. What remained was something colder. Something that reminded people why Leonardo was the leader.
Casey straightened his poor posture slightly. Not because he was told to. Because something in Leo's expression demanded it.
Leo crossed the room slowly, stopping directly in front of him.
"Casey, While she's with you,"
Leo held his gaze for several long seconds. Long enough that the apartment seemed to grow quieter around them. Long enough that even you felt your stomach tighten from where you stood.
Then Leo spoke,
"If she gets hurt, if she dies, if she catches a fever, if the Foot gets their hands on her, if she gets hit by lightning, anything...."
His voice never rose. That somehow made it worse. More serious.
There was no shouting. No dramatic anger. Just absolute certainty.
The kind that settled into a person's bones.
"Anything happens to her, and I'll kill you.."
The words landed heavily in the room. Casey stared at him.For a moment nobody said anything. Casey blinked. Unsure if he even that last part right. Leo didn't even react.
Casey looked between Leo and you.
Then back to Leo.
"A fever is on the same level as being taken by the Foot?"
The complete lack of amusement on Leo's face answered the question. Casey's expression slowly changed. The joke died before it could fully leave his mouth. Because beneath the threat, beneath the overprotectiveness and paranoia and ridiculous inclusion of lightning strikes—
There was fear. Raw, genuine fear.
Leo wasn't threatening him because he was angry. No. He was threatening him because he was terrified.
Because there were a thousand things in this city that could hurt the people he loved, and for the next few hours, he wouldn't be there to stop them.
Casey saw it. You saw it too.
The realization made your chest ache.
Slowly, Casey nodded. The humor disappeared from his face.
"You have my word. Nothing's gonna happen to her."
Leo's eyes didn't leave his. Then, finally, he looked at you.
The hardness in his expression cracked instantly.
Like it had never been there at all.
He crossed the room toward you before he could stop himself. Until he was standing in front of you.
His hand found yours. Large fingers curling around your own. Holding on for just a second longer than he should have. As if some small part of him was trying to memorize the feeling.
Just in case.
"You'll be okay," you whispered.
Leo laughed softly.
A quiet, bitter, humorless sound.
Not because he disagreed. Because he wanted so badly to believe you. His heavy thumb brushed across your knuckles. Then he leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently against yours. The gesture was brief.
Tender.
The kind of affection he rarely allowed himself when other people were watching.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer. Like leaving was physically painful. Like every instinct in his body was fighting against it.
Then, with visible effort, he finally stepped back.
The leader returned. The soldier returned. The protector returned..
But the fear never fully left his eyes.
"Lock the door after I leave.."
You smiled.
"We always do."
Casey groaned loudly from across the room. Dramatic.
"Leo, either say goodbye or go save the city. Standing here isn't helping anyone."
Leo shot him a glare powerful enough to silence him instantly. Then, after one final look at you, he disappeared through the apartment door.
The room felt emptier the second he was gone.
And as Casey locked the deadbolt behind him, he found himself staring at the door for a moment before shaking his head.
Because after seeing the look in Leo's eyes—He was worried about what would happen if Leonardo ever lost the one person he couldn't bear to lose.
And judging by that threat— Nobody in New York would survive the aftermath...
I had a thought to many after writing my previous ‘Natural Smell’ that’s about what the turtles would really smell like with and without cologne. This one here is what they can smell since they are turtles.
🌸 Strong perfume or cologne
Probably the biggest one.
If someone sprayed on several pumps of perfume or cologne, the turtles would likely notice it from much farther away than a human could. Up close, it might be unpleasant or even give them a headache.
Michelangelo might jokingly say something like:
"Whoa! Easy on the perfume!"
Donatello would probably be the first to complain because he'd notice the individual chemicals.
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🧴 Body sprays
Think of heavy body sprays or locker-room amounts of deodorant.
A cloud of that in a confined space like the lair?
They'd probably all wave it away.
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🧽 Cleaning chemicals
Bleach.
Ammonia.
Industrial cleaners.
These would be especially harsh underground where there's less fresh airflow. And I did wonder about this myself I time or two since I myself don’t like the smell, I wonder how much more unpleasant it would be for them. Because! They are animals and animals can smell wayyyy better than people can.
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🚬 Smoke
Whether it's cigarette smoke, burning plastic, or thick campfire smoke, they'd likely smell it long before humans would and find it irritating.
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⛽ Gasoline and fuel
Gas stations.
Vehicle exhaust.
Fuel spills.
These odors would be very strong to them and easy to track. Which points me back to the thought process on why they are so good at tracking in the first place. But not because it’s all animal behavior or scent related, I just mean they are better at tracking.
That and because Donnie’s genius with his tracking and Raph with his instincts.
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🌶️ Strong spices
Not necessarily unpleasant, but intense.
Cooking things like:
• Garlic
• Onions
• Hot peppers
• Curry
• Vinegar
would probably fill the entire lair with scent from their perspective.
Michelangelo might love it because "Pizza's almost ready!"
Raphael would just complain that he's hungry.
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🗑️ Rotting garbage
Ironically, while they live in the sewer, fresh sewage isn't necessarily the worst smell because they're accustomed to it.
Rotting food left out for days, spoiled meat, or mold would likely stand out much more because those are biologically important odors to detect.
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🐶 Animals
Dogs, cats, horses, and other animals would each have very distinct scents.
The turtles could probably identify what animal had been somewhere even after it was gone.
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🩸 Blood
They'd notice the smell of blood quickly, especially in enclosed spaces.
Not because they're predators in a horror sense, but because blood has a very distinctive metallic scent that many animals can detect.
What wouldn't bother them as much?
Things they've lived around for years become "background noise."
That includes:
• Damp concrete.
• Flowing sewer water.
• Wet earth.
• Rusty pipes.
• Mild mildew.
Their own natural scent and each other's.
They'd probably stop consciously noticing those unless something changed.
Funny contrast
Imagine April wearing an extra-strong vanilla perfume.
To another human:
"Oh, that's nice."
To the turtles:
"April entered the subway three minutes ago, she's carrying coffee, used vanilla perfume, washed her hair this morning, and she's coming from the east tunnel."
Their noses would likely make them excellent trackers, but it also means very strong artificial fragrances would be much more intense for them than for the average person. Literally because they are turtles.
And yet we don’t see much of these details in the movie but it’s ok because I feel why point out the obvious. Y’know? Anyway…that’s my thoughts when I put together real turtle facts plus more on a human sense with the Bayverse boys.
Context : You have been taken hostage, and the four bros are searching for where you're being kept. While they're all very worried about you, one turtle is particularly affected by your sudden disappearance.
CW : N/A
AN : I feel like this was so rushed, I'm sorry if it comes across that way, I was really struggling with him T^T
Raph | Donnie | Mikey
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Leo
When he learns of your disappearance, he mentally goes into full panic mode. Outwardly, he suppresses this of course. His brothers don't need to see their "fearless leader" deep in the trenches.
Still, there are signs, like how he's pushing them harder, making more rash decisions.
He thinks he's masking it well but the others can definitely see it bothers him more than he's letting on. Most of the time they just pretend not to notice so he feels like at least something's within his control.
Raph is pissing him off more than usual though, "challenging" a few of his orders when he's simply not in the mood for it. In reality, he's just trying to be the one keeping calm for Leo. He's not great at it.
On one hand, his main responsibility should be his team. On the other, what he wouldn't give to just drop everything and find you.
A lot of his problems stem from this dilemma.
They also come from feeling like an utter failure for ever letting something happen to you. He's supposed to look out for you, he's the responsible one. How could he grow so complacent he forgets his one role.
When you are found, he's entirely focused, fighting efficiently and moving swiftly. Of course, you expect him to be good at these sort of things, but watching it so closely, you can't help but feeling impressed every time a single swipe of his blade fells another foe.
Back at the lair, he's uncharacteristically all over you, professionalism being thrown out the window.
He's following you around like a lost puppy, holding on to any part of you he can for as long as he can. It'd be really cute if it were anyone else, but Leo was never so obvious when his brothers were watching.
He's reacting to even the smallest noise, snapping his head around to investigate and making sure he is in a good position to jump in front of you. Right now it's almost as if he's your own little guard dog.
This goes on, though, for long enough you begin to wonder about him. When you ask, he assures you everything is okay, he is merely "fulfilling his duty" to you. If you assure him that's unnecessary, he waves the idea away.
The problem is, he's losing sleep stationing himself outside your door, watching over your every move and breath. It's sweet, but you've never seen him falter like this.
It takes him being very tired and you showing obvious distress over his wellness before he agrees he may be doing too much. He returns to normal after expressing his fears to you.
Occasionally, though, those fears resurface and for a time he becomes overprotective once again. As long as he isn't going too overboard, though, you find it flattering he's dedicating so much of his time to your safety.
He can't let this incident slide. If anyone wants to threaten you like that again, he will be ready, and they won't like his reaction.
Prompt: Habits! Couples will evidently begin to mimic their better half after some time. What's something you pick up from him, and vice-versa , that has the guys taking one look and thinking 'Wow. They're really just the same person now'.
Variant: TMNT 2012
Characters: Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey
A/N: Did this a long time ago for Twisted Wonderland and thought to do a mini version for TMNT.
Leonardo:
His adopted habit: Checking the expiration dates on all food and writing the dates packages are opened on the box. Has markers set up in a little cup on the fridge for easy convenience. Gets pissed when people don’t do the same and will lecture them.
Your adopted habit: Dad jokes and puns. They’re contagious. Also communicating with his lil ninja hand signals. In their 30s and Raph still doesn't know what most of them mean. You've made up a chunk that only yourself and Leo know. The equivalent of switching to another language when you want to talk shit about someone in the room.
Raphael:
His adopted habit: Eating dry cereal like chips. Never with milk. There are now cereal boxes on top of the fridge for snacking. Mikey now hoards his lucky charms because of Raph's constant snacking.
Your adopted habit: Knuckle cracking. All the time. Neck cracking. Feet cracking. Back cracking. At this point go to the fucking chiropractor.
Donatello:
His adopted habit: Sitting cross legged // like L from deathnote. Builds himself an ergonomic chair for the lab. Does not sit with his legs dangling. Ever. For blood circulation and focus.
Your adopted habit: Clicking your tongue at every inconvenience. Resting bitch face to the maximum. Speaking with inflections (your speech pattern takes on his little roller coaster emphasis on vowels)
Michaelangelo:
His adopted habit: Sleeping with a heating pad. You lowkey ruined him because he never knew having one under his covers would make him feel like a toasty marshmallow. He’s spoiled
Your adopted habit: iron stomach. You can eat the weirdest combos now. Stuff that would make a pregnant woman gag (lowkey mikey would indulge in his wife’s cravings should he have one. They’d both be eating them chocolate pickles man)
Bonus: Nicknames. You’ve got one for everyone. All unique. Make 'em up on the spot too. Makes the guys feel special but you once called Raph a ‘spicy pimiento’ and nearly ate his sai for lunch.
